Study erotica

“You were going to help us with our Creative Writing assignment,” you tell Lily, following her into the kitchen. “Right? That’s what we agreed on.”

“Sure,” Lily says. She knows you’re up to something, and doesn’t really care what. You can tell that she’s glad to get away from CCL House and drink in peace. She wouldn’t have agreed to come over here otherwise. That, and… maybe she enjoyed the other night even more than she let on. You can’t believe she actually showed up.

Lily and Stef go to your room with the drinks while you head down the hall to your mom’s room. You don’t know how seriously your mom takes hiding her stash; it’s in a shoebox under her bed. It was in the same place at your old house. Your mom… probably doesn’t care that you know where it is.

You kneel and pull it out, turning to find Stef and Lily in the doorway.

“That way,” you say, gesturing with the box.

“What? This is good,” Lily says, carrying her drink and bottle into the bedroom. She sits on mom’s bed.

Oh jeez… You have to roll with it. You crawl onto the bed with them.

“Creative writing?” Lily asks dryly, taking a long drink.

“We have to write a story,” Stef grumbles. She’s no happier about it than you are. And it’s a core class, so you need it to graduate.

“How can I help?” Lily asks. “I won’t write it for you.”

“You’re cool with giving us booze but not with doing our homework?”

Lily shrugs. “Ethics.”

You laugh and take the lid off the box, revealing some dog-eared paperbacks, a vibrator, a dildo, and one well-used VHS tape. You found this stash ages ago. You never cared about books, and you’re not about to touch mom’s toys, but you have watched that tape so many times when mom’s not home.

“Does your mom work at the clinic?” Lily asks.

You twitch. “How do you know that?” you ask.

“You look just like her. I was there last night,” Lily says with a shrug. “One of the girls broke her finger. Your mom looks good in scrubs.”

“Oh my god…” you say.

Stef giggles. “Right?”

“Hot ass MILF,” Lily goes on.

OK, this was a mistake. You can’t change it now. You take your glass and drink deeply. The mixture burns going down. Lily was generous with the tequila and light on the lemonade. Your head swims.

“Literature,” Stef says, intrigued. She’s trying so hard not to look at your mom’s toys. She used to joke sometimes about your mom being hot. Was she not joking? Things can always get weirder. You scowl at her, but she doesn’t notice. Stef is intoxicated by being in the presence of a goddess like Lily, a real, live CCL girl. And tequila, although she’s barely gotten started.

You grab the paperbacks and lift them out. The covers are all images of historical-looking women in beautiful gowns, usually swooning in the arms of beautiful men.

“Oh my god,” Lily says, grabbing one with a grin. “I love it.”

There are four paperbacks. One has a blonde, one a brunette, and two pale women with black hair. The hair is all glorious and long.

“Which one’s your type?” you ask Lily.

“All white girls?” Lily makes a face and peers at the covers. “This goth-looking one. I could do some things to her,” she says, picking up the book. “What do they even do in here?” She starts paging through it. “Oh, we… we’re looking at his muscled back. Hmm.” She takes a drink and keeps reading curiously. She turns some pages. “She’s so horny.”

“What? What’s she doing?” you ask, crowding in to look.

Lily looks at Stef, who’s still sitting apart. Stef takes the hint and scoots closer. Now Lily is the queen, with a girl on either side. In the book, the heroine is peeking at the hero as he bathes, admiring the water streaming down his chiseled body and his thick cock.

“Her womanhood burned with need,” Lily reads, trying not to laugh. “Why doesn’t she just go in there? Like, this dude is a fieldhand. He will bend her over a… trough or a barn or something.”

“Right?” you say. Lily hasn’t noticed how Stef has her knees together. Seriously? Is Stef hard because of this ridiculous book or because of sitting so close to Lily, who smells like cocoa butter and looks like… all your dreams come true. She is so amazing.

Lily turns the pages until she gets to a part where the heroine is lying away in bed, thirsting for that guy. She sleeps in a bed with her chambermaid, though. So there’s this whole scene where she’s touching herself without waking the chambermaid up. Lily reads it all, and even if it’s silly, that situation still gives you some spicy tingles. You position your glass to keep things from looking too pokey in your robe.

“Gonna rip this off for your paper?” Lily asks you.

“I wish,” you say. “Don’t act like you don’t like this part.”

“It’s OK,” Lily admits, flipping forward. “Oh, get it, girl. Get it.” It’s a scene where the heroine and the hero are making out and it turns into some very dramatic dry-humping. You pour more tequila into your glass.

This is actually… really fun. You are also a bit buzzed, and your eyes stray from the pages. Stef is blushing, but enjoying herself. Lily is so entertained by the smut that she’s not paying much attention to the two of you.

You notice that there’s a fifth book in the shoebox that you didn’t notice. It looks different from the other four.

Check out that fifth book?

Or ask Lily if she’s getting hot in all those clothes?