Forbidden Temptations (A Collection of Steamy, 18+ Tales)

Killer body

MICHELLE PEYTON

I stood there regretting whatever stupid impulse had led me to think Jean Harrison was going to be reasonable and see the brilliance of my idea.

The girl had good grades and smarts but most of her brain cells had died off from getting f****d too much.

I went back to my room and told Corey about it. She wasn't surprised.

"Jean Harrison doesn't strike me as the teamwork kind of gal. What do you think?"

Of course, she was right. Jean's pride and ego wouldn't allow her to see the possibility of success in joining forces. It was an obvious flaw most confident people suffered from.

"I know what would cheer you up," Corey said. The look in her eyes warned me.

"This feels like one of those things I'd regret saying yes to so I rather not hear it."

She grinned evilly. "The only way I can see that happening is if you pushed a butter knife through your ears and effective as it might be, I can't promise you won't suffer from some degree of brain damage."

She was right. I wasn't going to try such crazy antics but for a moment I was tempted by the idea.

"What is it?"

She punched the air victoriously which only made my regret double. What have I gotten myself into?

"There's this party I got invited to," she said selecting her words. "It's a special themed costume party."

Oh boy… There's no way on God's green earth I'm following her to that.

I remembered my first year. Corey had invited me to a party. Initially, I didn't like the idea but I shrugged and followed her like a little lost sheep thinking what's the harm?

The harm came in the form of a hangover that lasted for two days.

There was that one time I followed Corey and her friends to a park. We were only supposed to paint some harmless graffiti and drink dry gin but it had gone sideways fast and which led to spending the night in a cell.

Just two months ago I had followed Corey and her girlfriend, Jenna (they broke up after this particular incident) on a camping trip out of town. We had accidentally set up camp in a python's nest. Jenna spent 2 weeks in the hospital.

Generally, anything involving Corey was rigged for disaster.

I was about to decline her invitation and congratulate myself on being strong enough to say no when she said, "It's a s*x party."

Hold up…a what!

"A s*x party?"

"A s*x party." She repeated.

"I know how much you need something like this, especially with what went down with Lonnie. It'll make you feel human again."

Ouch…

"Gee. Thanks."

Corey sighed. "I'm sorry but you know I'm right. The truth will always sting."

She was right but she was also baiting me. Reeling me in slowly for the big catch. The showdown.

And to think I was about to celebrate my personal growth in refusing to participate in her dangerous shenanigans.

A s*x party was a whole different ball game. It was something I hadn't tried yet but I wanted to. f**k it, she's right. I needed it.

"Okay," I muttered.

"Okay?"

"Okay," I said.

"Okay – as in yes?"

"Okay as in if you don't get off my f*****g case I'll hang myself."

She hugged me tight throwing fists into the air. It was the celebration I should have had.

I tried to prepare myself for the s*x party the only way I knew how; by watching porn. It didn't help me much seeing people screw each other like animals. It made me nervous.

When Corey told me it was time to go, I had already managed to work myself into a fit.

"Relax. You've got this." Corey said in an attempt to cheer me up.

Nope. I don't. I haven't got this.

"You have a killer body." She said.

Nope. I don't. I don't have a killer body.

"Take a look for yourself." She said stripping me in front of the mirror.

All I could see was a helpless s*x starved virgin who wanted to experience a world filled with pleasure and s****l bliss.

My breasts were moderately big and densely thick with pink n*****s. My flat tummy and curvy hips branched out to amazing creamy thighs.

"Turn around." She urged me.

When I did, I saw my bubble-shaped ass. It was the one thing I considered flawless.

"That body is what my British boys call 'Peng'. Straight up Peng."

I frowned. "Peh what now?"

"Peng. Look it up and stop staring at me like I ate the gingerbread man."

I made a mental note to look up the strange word.

An hour later, we were standing in front of a gate with nothing but robes to cover our outfit for the party; our birthday suit.

Corey got us in. I hadn't seen the need to wear a mask because Corey hadn't put one on either but as we walked in I regretted my decision.

There were more people than I had imagined. I hadn't expected the party to be hosted in a friggin' mansion.

My insecurities started nibbling at me, piece by piece. I tried to imagine I was in my happy place in my mind where rainbows and unicorns exist but even that didn't work.

"It's fine," Corey said, squeezing my hand.

It was amazing how she always knew what to say and when to say it. My breath steadied once again.

Corey took off her robe. She had a moderate body that was complimented by her extreme sensual energy. It was the perfect combination.

She waited for me to do the same and even though I hesitated for what could be a lifetime, she waited nonetheless until the robe came down.

"There's the killer's body." She whistled.

"Stop it." I groaned. "Where are we going?"

"I'm going in for the kill." She turned to run. "You are going to do your own thing."

Seriously?!

She seriously wasn't thinking about leaving me there to the wolves.

Corey was about to sprint off. There was no stopping her. "Meet me back here at 4 am."

"Corey wait!" I yelled nervously. "Any tips?"

She stopped and thought for a while. "Just one." She said.

"Be careful with the drink."