I still remember my first experience with a girl. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever met. She had beautiful blue eyes and golden hair. She also had the greatest body in my class. My hormones were, raging and I couldn’t wait for some- thing to happen. Her name was Sarah and she
I had just graduated college with a teaching degree in English and I was burdened with debt that would be with me for decades. I decided to accept a position at a title one inner city high school in hopes of making a difference in my soon to be students’ lives, plus the bonus was
Erica was sitting at one of the rubber tables outside the main doors of the high school. Her two girlfriends were sitting there with her. They were all drinking Raspberry ice tea and talking amongst either, enjoying their fourth period free period and the nice warm sun that shown down upon them. Just as Erica
Yesterday afternoon’s lab class was pretty boring, but the lab instructor was such a sweet piece of meat that it made the class enjoyable. Ever since the semester started I knew that I wanted him, my pussy told me so. He’s six foot tall (I love tall men) and blonde hair, and great blue eyes.
“I’d love to go,” Fran said excitedly into the phone, “sure, sure, uh huh, okay, yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow at school then, and thanks for asking me, bye!!!” “Yipeeeee,” Fran shouted at the top of her lungs, “guess who just asked yours truly to the Prom!?!” “Let me guess,” her mother replied thoughtfully, “I’ll
I’d always been picked on for my size, topping out at 5’5″ on the dot at my tallest I was always the smallest throughout my school life. Ever since I started my second year of middle school the bullying began. I was a pretty decent goalie in soccer, played decent basketball despite being the shortest
University is complicated no matter the circumstances, but for Nick Kotsopoulous it was all that much harder. Leaving her family and all that she’d ever known, she traveled half way across the world for the chance of expanding her horizons by getting her doctorate in English from Yale University. The decision was a hard one
It all began one night near the end of my junior year in high school. Our school was predominantly Hispanic and I was in the minority being white. I was fairly popular at school, but I was nothing compared to my friend Tanya. She was a senior, and she was easily the best looking, and
Jason Fraser chewed his pencil nervously at the front of his school class, trying to concentrate. As usual, he was getting distracted by Mrs. Norman’s dressing. He could hardly hear any of the Math theories she was talking about. His eyes were completely and totally focused on her legs. They were long, slinky and almost
Patty McRae sat beside me in history class. I was in love with her. For fifty minutes each day, I’d watch her out of the corner of my eye. I’d see the profile of her beautiful face, watch the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, see the sunlight halo her golden hair. I wanted
Out here at “beautiful” Pebble Creek U. (a.k.a. the State U. of New York at Stony Brook, home of mud and fluffies), we have a fairly active science fiction club, the Science Fiction Forum. Now, in addition to the standard library and games and MUDding and whatnot, we have some pretty wild people. Most of
By the time I entered my junior year at college, I had figured it out. It was great, marvelous, terrific. Every single year without fail the school brought in a whole bunch of new girls, young and succulent, eager and scared, about a thousand of them. Seventeen, eighteen-year-olds and most so pretty it was painful
“Why take classes at your age? Not to say you’re old, but I just can’t see you in college again. Go to a reading group or something, don’t spend money on a useless English class.” “Is it the money? I can’t spend anything on my own interests?” Lindy glared over the kitchen table at her
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The previous weeks had been difficult. In a household breaking apart, each night we would go to sleep to the bitter shouting matches of our parents piercing the wooden floorboards. The only way to protect ourselves against the ravages of the interminable conflict and terror of the not knowing what might happen next, was to