He always sat in the third seat back. The outside seat. His posture let everyone know that he would not be moving. He always got on at Fourth street, always read the New York Times, and always got off ten stops later. How did she know? She was always at the Fourth street stop first,
Here is a true story from me. At the time of this story I was seeing someone. We weren’t engaged but we were talking “what ifs,” if you know what I mean. He probably was about to pop the question. It happened at work. It was the first time I had sex there although I
I lived in a small town in the American mid-west where nothing happens. There’s the Drive-In, the bowling alley, pizza joint and that’s about it. By day I work as assistant manager in a small supermarket and at night, I read, watch TV or take a walk along the quiet streets. My job and my
It was a typical Friday night at college and my girlfriend, Liz and I were both too worn out after a long week of exams to go out. I texted her and asked her if she wanted to hang out in my room for the night. She texted me yes and there was a knock
“So, you and Stacy broke up?” “Yeah, a couple weeks ago.” “Really? You must be hard up! I think Jason would go crazy if we broke up, he’s so horny!” “Haha, yeah, I guess I am!” “Well, I suppose I could give you a handjob, if you want.” “Really?” “Yeah, I need the practice. Jason’s
It was a typical Friday night at college and my girlfriend, Liz and I were both too worn out after a long week of exams to go out. I texted her and asked her if she wanted to hang out in my room for the night. She texted me yes and there was a knock
When I was a eighteen a girl named Kathy Radnor lived over on the next street. Kathy was tall, perhaps 5’8″, her hair was dishwater blonde, cute green eyes and, as it turned out, she was very forward. She was a close friend of my sister, and until that day, I only knew about her