Jenny Gallagher was painfully shy. She was the kind of girl you could be in a class with all semester and never realize she was there until the last day of class, when she tripped on a desk leg or sneezed during the final. She was a nonentity at my high school. One day I
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
Alison always felt safe going back to work in the afternoons. She was a teacher in a school that was safe. The students, she thought, all liked her. The janitors were always around and the school had no problems. She had no idea that this day would be different. As she walked into her classroom,
In my junior year at high school I had already discovered the joys of sexuality through my Aunt Cindy and additionally through her boyfriend at the time. School just seemed the logical place to act out on some of my newfound skills. After my sexual awakening I found that I took much greater notice in
Mary Beth was eighteen, just out of high school, pretty as a picture, perky little tits, rosy red lips, hardly black at all considering her dad was black as O’Barma, and she was just so thrilled when I asked her out and suggested she was cheer leader material. She wasn’t exactly girlfriend material, no great