Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  May chuckled as she looked back at him, “Worth the wait?”

  “Fuck...” He pulled her in and pressed a kiss to her lips, “It always is...”

  He pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants, “Well, we should probably hurry back to...”He looked up, seeing Amy’s wide eyes peeking around the corner, “W-What the fuck?”

  May shot up, ignoring the cum dripping down her thighs as she stood next to her boyfriend, trying as hard as she could to look intimidating.

  It wasn’t very effective.

  “The fuck are you doing here?” He pushed May behind him, getting a good look at the intruder. His eyes widened when he recognized who she was, “You? The fucking teacher’s pet?”

  Amy rolled her eyes, sitting back with a huff, “Yeah, that’s me. What about it?”

  May sneered at her, stepping out and walking in front of her, “What? You gonna tell on us or something? Go up to your favorite professor and say that me and Dylan were fucking out here?”

  “Yeah,” Dylan stepped forward too, “Because we’re not as rich as you and you think you can look down on us?”

  She scoffed, “Please, I couldn’t care less what you two do or who you do it with.” She closed her eyes, “I just want to be someplace where it’s quiet.” They looked at her surprised, she flicked her head, “Are you going to sit down or are you going to leave?”

  They thought for a few seconds, before shrugging and taking their seats next to her, “This...” May shifted uncomfortably, just noticing the cum still on her behind, “Isn’t exactly how I saw this going.”

  “Well, whatever.” Dylan dug around in his pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He passed the pack over to Amy, “Want one?”

  She wordlessly took one of the smokes, putting it to her lips and lighting it. She breathed in deeply, the smoke hitting her lungs and being exhaled a second later, her head falling back contently, “Fucking finally.”

  The group was silent for a few minutes, the two lovers unsure of what to make of their new guest, Amy herself still sitting and quietly smoking. They glanced between each other, Dylan shrugging, thinking that they should just go with it. Amy stubbed her cigarette underneath her show, clearing her throat and looking pointedly at May, “Are you going to clean that cum off or what?”

  Her face went beet red, not looking at Amy as she got a tissue to wipe off with. Dylan raised an eyebrow at her, “You really... you’re not like I thought you’d be.” He chuckled, “Like, not at all.”

  “Oh?” She reached out, grabbing another cigarette, “And how did you think I’d be?”

  “Bookish, hyper elite...” He watched as she exhaled a plume of smoke through her nose, “Stuck up.”

  “And? How do you think I am now?”

  May cut in, “You actually seem... Cool.” She gave her a once over, “Maybe the four-hundred-dollar shirt and skirt are a bit much, but if we dirtied you up enough you’d probably fit right in with our crowd.”

  “Your crowd? Do they spend all day fucking outside and smoking?” She tapped her ash onto the ground, “Or is that just a special occasion thing?”

  May snorted, shivering as her bare skin touched the concrete again, “The fuckups, the poor kids. Well, we’re still smart enough to make it into this college, but still, I guess the group is always gonna there.”

  She decided not to tell them how the rest of her group saw them, she’d been privy to enough conversations to know that people like May and Dylan weren’t seen as anything more than a quick laugh or an occasional fuck when they decided to ‘Go Slumming’. Instead she chuckled and nodded, which was already more than she’d contributed with the elites in months.

  “Maybe I should hang out with you guys more, see how the other half lives and all that pretentious crap.”

  Dylan tilted his head, “You sure about that? Don’t you have… you know, an image to protect and all that?”

  Her fist clenched at the mention of her image, of her reputation, “Fuck all that.” She looked at them seriously, cigarette clenched between her teeth, “Do you know how stifling that was? How fucking soul destroying it is, having to be everyone’s favorite little student? Having to listen to your windbag professor go on and on and on and not be able to tell him to shut the fuck up?” She shrugged, “I’ve already gone far enough with it, about time that I just decided to have some fun.” She smirked, “Judging by what I walked in on you two doing, you know how to have fun.”

  They all chuckled, the two delinquents finally feeling at ease with Amy, the three of them finding common ground at last. Thinking on it, she seemed like exactly the sort of person that they would get along with, and friends were in short supply anywhere. They could sympathize with how she was feeling, so maybe a gift was in order.

  “Hey, uh...” May looked at Dylan, who nodded, seemingly knowing what she was going to ask, “There’s a concert on at the warehouse tomorrow. If you don’t have anything on do you maybe wanna… you know, come?”

  She smiled at the offer, turning to face them once more, “You sure you want my high society self to be messing up your punk atmosphere?”

  “Oh please, you’re turning against the upper class even though you were raised in it, and coming down to the slums with the rest of us low class trash.” Dylan grinned, “Trust me, you might just be more punk rock than most of us.”

  “Well, in that case...” She stood up, brushing the dirt from her skirt as she spoke, “Maybe you should take me out tonight, show me how I should dress for something like this?”

  “Sure. We- Wait a minute...” May screwed her brow up in confusion, “Have… have you never been to a concert before?”

  Amy shook her head, “No, never had the time to. I was too busy studying for that.”

  May and Dylan grinned, “You’re in for a treat then. The chick that’s coming tomorrow is…. a little more intense than your usual concert.”

  Amy had no idea what they meant at the time, but after what happened at the concert, she figured they knew exactly what would happen.

  Chapter Two

  Amy stood straight up outside the warehouse, the shift and rumble of the crowd finally eating through her defenses. She’d been riding a high since the previous day, her spirit free and wild for the first time in her entire life, it had felt amazing just to cut loose for once. Of course, that had been yesterday, this was now today. More than enough time for her adrenaline to run out and her mind to go mad with possibility. It was one thing to step out and have some fun, it was quite another to commit such an act of social suicide as she was by coming to this concert.

  She still had time to leave, no one had seen her yet. She could go home, rest up, forget all about the time she’d spent with May and Dylan, go back to focusing on her studies and hanging around the elite, like she had been for the last nineteen years since she’d been born. A hand clapped down on her shoulder, barely resisting the urge to leap into the air as she looked to the side and saw Dylan’s grinning face, May just behind them, the two obviously having just come from each other’s embrace. She screwed up her face and brushed his hand off, “Oh my god, did you two seriously just fuck? And then put your hand all over me?”

  They giggled, Dylan dramatically wiping his hand on his jacket, “You know, it gets heavy before a concert, the anticipation really gets our blood pumping.” He smirked at her, “It’s really something, you should try it sometime.”

  Amy looked between the two of them, eyebrow rising to her hairline, “Are you really...?” She turned to May, “Is he really hitting on me right now?”

  She snorted, giving Amy a very obvious once over, “Well, can’t say that I blame him. Honestly, he beat me to it.”

  “Seriously?” Amy rolled her eyes, “Everyone wants to bang me...”

  “And that’s a surprise to you?” May pointed at Amy’s leather jacket, the studded-up boots that she’d lent her, the way that even here her makeup was perfect down to the smallest detail, “You’re like… absurdly h
ot. You’ve got this weird elegance that shines through everything, even though you’re wearing things that’ve gotten beaten up from years of me thrashing in them.”

  Dylan nodded, “Trust us, you walk in there and heads are going to be turning. And you don’t even have to look back at them for them to lose their minds.”

  She shook her head, shoving them both forwards as they made their way into the building, “Well, regardless I came to enjoy some music. Boning a stranger can come afterwards.”

  Her mind was made up, she was going to go through with this, she was tired of just being a passive observer in her life, letting others dictate when and what she could do to have fun. This was her life, her time, her body; all of them were up to her in the way they got used.

  They stepped through, her ears immediately being assaulted with noise. She looked around, seeing people packed shoulder to shoulder, two men already fighting in a small circle as the rest of them cheered on. She watched on, mouth slack as the two of them took swings at each other, the smaller of the two getting lucky and cracking his opponent across the chin, a tremendous howl going up at his victory. She closed her eyes and let the atmosphere wash over her, it was dirty, it was loud, it was everything that she’d spent her entire life avoiding thus far.

  It was alive.

  She felt a tug on her arm as May dragged her deeper into the crowd, people being roughly shoved aside and not caring in the slightest. Must just be how they’re used to being treated at these concerts. They stopped in the front row, barely half a foot between their chests and the stage, if everyone rushed forward at once they’d probably die. Dylan must have known what she was thinking, patting her reassuringly on the back and leaning in, “Don’t worry,” He yelled over the chaos around them, “We like to play rough, but if anyone’s in a spot we step in. You’ll be fine here!”

  She nodded, breathing to steady herself and instill some confidence into her mind. She’d aced tests on less than an hour of sleep, she’d successfully navigated the absolute minefield that was the college social scene, no way was a concert going to defeat her.

  That was, until the main act stomped her way on stage.

  May and Dylan told her that her name was Cassandra, and that was the only name that she thought could actually capture the radiance that she brought on stage with her. She looked around with a smirk, relishing the attention as the crowd quieted all at once, then erupted in cheers, flipping off some unknown fan and gripping her guitar tightly. She stepped up to the microphone, eyes keenly scanning over every member of the audience, even as she merely looked half-bored, “What’s up assholes!” They roared in response, she chuckled, “We’ve got something special planned for ya, so you know what you need to do?” She thrust her hand down, a harsh riff shattering through the air in the building, “Tear the goddamn roof off!”

  It was absolute chaos, the crowd swirling and slamming into each other with each movement she made, her hands a blur as she effortlessly laid down riffs and chords that all combined to be one gigantic wall of sound. Amy should have been terrified, the entire atmosphere going almost dangerously primal and anarchistic, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when she was witnessing the closest thing to a god she had ever seen on earth strut around the stage like its entire purpose was to hold her aloft for one night and then burn itself from existence.

  All eyes were on Cassandra, every shake of her hips, every flick of her fingers, every salacious lick of her lips as she looked through the front row. Amy’s heart almost stopped when they made direct eye contact, a teasing wink and a kiss being blown her way before she looked elsewhere. Her face must have almost been glowing with the looks that May threw at her, an arm being linked around her shoulders and pulling her against her. May leaned in close, “If you wanna get backstage, there’s a hole in the back wall, no one ever checks it.” She pulled back, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, “Good luck, Tiger.”

  All thoughts of what would happen were quickly forgotten as the concert continued, though she couldn’t help the dull feeling of anticipation in her body at the prospect of meeting Cassandra face to face. She would have her chance soon enough.

  Just as May said, there was a hole in the back wall, just large enough for Amy to squeeze through, almost losing her jacket in the process. She huffed as she gained her bearings, the knowledge that soon she would be within five feet of one of the most interesting people she’d ever seen making her a bundle of nerves.

  She wished she had a cigarette right now.

  In fact, almost as if on cue, one was placed between her lips and lit, Amy unconsciously taking a deep breath and exhaling before she realized that it shouldn’t have been there in the first place. She almost jumped out of her skin, only panicking further when she looked and saw that it was none other than Cassandra herself who gave it to her. The woman was leaning lazily against the wall, how she managed to be so stealthy a mystery given the heavy boots she was wearing. An easy smirk was present on her face, and Amy idly wondered if she was actually capable of making any other expression.

  She chuckled, stalking towards Amy almost like a predator, “Well, I give you a smoke and didn’t even kick up a fuss about the trespassing, and that’s the thanks I get?” She made a show of inspecting her fingernails, “Makes me wonder why I even bother.”

  Amy shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, “N-No it’s... Thank you. For the... you know.”

  The woman grinned, “You seem a little too elegant for something like this. You slumming it tonight or...?”

  “No.” Amy could be sure on this at least, “I’m here with some friends. Actual friends, not the ones I usually have.”

  “Oh? Interesting...” She walked closer, getting into Amy’s personal space, “Little miss perfect finally breaking out?”

  That comment cut deeper than she expected, but she couldn’t deny it was the truth. She looked up at Cassandra, not breaking eye contact for a second, “Fuck perfect.”

  She almost growled, hands placing themselves on either side of Amy’s head as she leaned in, “I like the sound of that.”

  Amy’s eyes widened as she took in their positioning, Cassandra’s meaning... she mustn’t have been subtle about it, because the other woman pulled back with what she could only imagine was a rare look of concern, “You know,” She took one hand away, gesturing to the door, “You can leave anytime you want.”

  Amy thought about it, about whether she wanted this or not. She threw herself forward, lips clashing violently against Cassandra’s, her hands weaving into her hair.

  Yes. She did want this.

  Cassandra grabbed her hips, turning them and pushing her roughly against the door. She groaned as the older woman squeezed her fingers, grip tightening around the pleasant swell of her ass. She pushed her tongue deeper, their mouths hungry and wanting against the other. Amy slinked her hands under Cassandra’s shirt, her skin soft and still wet with sweat from her performance. Her fingers danced along her sides, teasing underneath her ample breasts and wrapping around her back.

  Cassandra pulled back, grinning down at her, “You’re pretty eager, aren’t you?” She brought her hands back, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. She looked pointedly at Amy’s own clothing, “Not exactly fair if I’m the only one cold, right?”

  Amy chuckled, letting her jacket fall to the ground before moving to lift her own shirt. Cassandra stopped her suddenly, “Wait. You’re not like, seventeen or anything like that right?”

  She smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m nineteen. Nothing wrong with this.” She ended her statement by getting rid of her shirt, chest bared to the air as she elected to not wear a bra that night. It seemed like something she thought a punk would do.

  Cassandra certainly wasn’t complaining, “Awesome.”

  She leaned in, wrapping her lips around one of Amy’s nipples and sucking hard. Amy arched at the contact, sliding her hands over Cassandra’s generous back
side in response. The other woman herself wasn’t letting Amy have an easy time of it, one hand already sliding under her waistband, fingers gently teasing at her folds. Amy mewled at the feeling, gasping when two fingers pushed their way in. She leaned in and sunk her teeth into Cassandra’s shoulder, the sting of the pain making her cross her legs in want. She pumped her fingers in and out slowly, her other hand coming down and popping the button of Amy’s pants, the unwanted garment sliding down her legs as she found herself even more exposed than before.

  Cassandra pulled back, leading her by the hand to a mattress that had been thrown there for the band. Someone clearly knew something like this was going to happen. She lay the other woman down, stroking a hand down her face as she looked into her eyes, “I don’t want to sound mean or anything... but, this isn’t your first time, is it?”