It’s out! My newest erotica ebook is available: The Invisible Girl’s Peep Show.
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In this sequel to The Invisible Girl’s First Time, Jenny is off to her first year of higher education.
On her first day on campus, she is brought face-to-face with college experimentation when she’s trapped in the same room with her lesbian roommate and her girlfriend as they turn up the heat. The only way Jenny can avoid being caught snooping through her roommate’s bedroom is by turning invisible, and becoming aroused is the only way to do that.
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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
The Invisible Girl’s Peep Show
My arm was about to fall off. That’s all I could think about while lugging a box half my height up three flights of stairs to my new dorm room. Of course, it was one of the lighter boxes, but the size made it pretty awkward. And I looked much more badass carrying the biggest box, even if it only held blankets and two lava lamps.
If that sounds like an odd combination to you, that’s because it is. But my mom had been the one to pack that box, and she firmly believed every college student should have at least one lava lamp. Apparently, two was better than one. I thought zero was plenty.
It had taken a lot of convincing to keep Dad from unpacking with me, but I had it under control. Besides, there were guys hanging out in the hallway, and it was never too early to work on one’s college reputation. One of them in a sleeveless shirt with muscled arms looked delicious. He even gave me a smile when I walked in. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to meet the neighbors.
Some sort of house steward–I forget her name–let me into the dorm room and gave me a key. She said my roommate would be by later that evening and that I could meet her then. I wasn’t sure how she knew that. Perhaps my new roommate had already worked on her own college reputation.
Walking around my new living space confirmed what I’d seen in every cliché college movie. The place was cramped and rundown, displaying patches of wall plaster throughout the living room. It certainly wasn’t the Taj Mahal, but it was my place now and not my parents’ house. I was finally on my own.
I left most of the boxes in the living room and decided to explore my new bedroom, and by bedroom, I mean a tiny side room. It didn’t take many guesses to figure out which was mine. The other one clearly belonged to my roommate, fully furnished and looking rather lived-in.
A few steps crossed the room completely, but it had a decent amount of space in the closet, and it featured a window. Outside, I could see students playing the guitar and throwing around a football. Typical college activities.
I was tempted to ignore packing and join in. I so wanted to dig into my college experience further. Four–hopefully only four–years of having fun, spreading my wings, and probably some partying before it was all said and done. Once I finished unpacking. I looked at the boxes with a sigh. It was the last thing I wanted to do.
I got as far as the first box when I heard a knock at the door. It took a moment for me to remember it was my place now and I had the authority to answer it. As I opened the door, I noticed his bare arms first. I followed the muscled biceps up to the smiling face. The guy from the hallway.
“Hey. My name’s Calvin. I saw you coming in with the boxes, so I thought I’d introduce myself. Did you transfer or is this your first year?”
It was nice of him not to call me a freshman. Clearly, he wasn’t one. He seemed nice in every sense of the word. My tongue seemed to get in the way of my talking. “My first year.” I was missing something. He seemed to be waiting for more. “My name’s Jenny.”
“I know what it’s like to be new around here, so I just wanted you to feel welcome.”
I’d love to kiss those lips. Looking down, I noticed my hand starting to disappear. I frantically focused on unsexy thoughts to keep it from spreading. I stuffed that hand behind me and leaned against the doorway in an effort to look casual.
(end of sample)