Coed For Hire - Erotic Novel E-Book

Sand Wayne

• Herausgeber: Sandy
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Coed For Hire

CHAPTER ONEClarisse leaned against a brick wall at one of the entrances to the college yard. Holding her books high against her chest, she felt the late afternoon sun cut through the chill autumn air. Although she was standing out of the wind, she felt the cold slice between the stockinged warmth of her legs, causing her to press her thighs more firmly together. Ordinarily Clarisse never paused when she was on her way to something or someone, but a new and different sight had caught her eye.Across the street two lean and muscular blue-jeaned legs straddled a motorcycle such as Clarisse had never seen. Around the campus she had already gotten used to seeing and dodging the myriad scooters and small foreign motorbikes her fellow students used for commuting. There was something about this particular machine and its rider, though, that actually seemed magnetic. Even though the cycle was idling, unevenly with a low rumble, she could feel the pulse of power reach through the air to where she stood. Her feminine eye tried to appreciate the geometry and functions of the mass of dark blue and chrome metal that vibrated as if seen through a mirage. Unable to feel anything but awe at the throbbing machinery, she turned her attention discreetly to the rider.He stood evenly, balancing the huge vehicle between his legs as he talked to a girl on the sidewalk in front of the cafeteria which someone had pointed out to Clarisse as the beatnik center of the university. Although she couldn't see his full face, she surveyed the rugged profile and the powerful angles his shoulders made under the tapering black jacket. Even though his hair, long and obviously filthy, was the sort Clarisse associated with hoods, she was surprised to find herself admiring it.The rider's hands gestured in the air as he and the weird-looking girl he was talking to laughed obscenely. From across the street Clarisse blushed, wondering what they were saying and feeling oddly envious of their superior air. For the motorcyclist had double-parked in the middle of a busy pedestrian walk, and he and his girlfriend were obviously oblivious to the neat, serious students who scurried back and forth around them. Clarisse watched them, amazed at their brazenness as they kissed each other fiercely, the girl wrapping herself to die leather-clad body as the rider's own hands positioned themselves at the gleaming handlebars.Faster than her eyes could follow, one of the rider's hands flicked and Clarisse jumped at the raw snarling crescendo with which the motorcycle responded. She felt an insane impulse to run across through the traffic to the source of the noise, but before she could move the rider had pushed his girl away and lowered himself on the thin leopard-skin seat. To her amazement, as the noise thundered again from the short, shining exhausts, the cycle reared like a stallion in the midst of the startled crowd. As the pedestrians parted in panic, the boy lunged forward, standing on the pegs and shooting ahead as the front wheel touched the ground. Clarisse's wide eyes followed him down the street as the powerful machine cleaved through the narrowest gaps of jammed traffic, leaving behind the pungent smell of oil, and the crazy laughter of the girl who had applauded the breakneck departure. Clarisse herself smiled as she watched the alarmed pedestrians waving their fists in futility at the disappearing menace.