Storm

Cory bumped into the sexy African Goddess known as Storm. Ororo Monroe. She had been on her way to her apartment in the upper reaches of the school. Then it was like she had been hit by a shot. She looked down at the young man that bumped into her. Then she fell in love.

The young white man looked up at her, nervious that he had done something wrong. Yet he could feel himself getting a boner from this curvy vixen. Dressed in a loose African print dress that hugged her tight, it remined him of costume. His secret fetish. "Sorry Ms. Monroe. I was just a little lost in this place. It seems larger on the inside than on the outside. I didn't mean to bother you."

Storm smiled as she thought about a chance to be alone with this young man. Perhaps even seduce him with her appearance. "It's alright. In fact, since I have some free time, I might as well give you a tour of the building."

'Ending with my room, where we could get to know each other well. Very well if I can have my way. Perhaps slipping into something more comfortable. Like my costume.' She thought as she took the teen's hand and started to guide him along.