Frank’s tongue stabbed frantically into Traci’s mouth. He was a sloppy kisser, but Traci’s attention wasn’t on his saliva soaked lips and tongue. For the tenth time in the last five minutes Frank’s fingers tentatively stroked her breast. Traci adroitly slid her arm inside his and pushed it away. Frank sat back in his car
I have to admit it; she was just what I wanted, my dream girl, my jerk-off fantasy. I could hardly believe it. But there she was in her tiny plaid skirt and tight white shirt, her half bra showing through, her pink nipples jutting and stretching the thin cloth and even a plaid ribbon holding
Minnesota — I guess you could say I underwent my rites of passage in the doctor’s office. I was about 18 at the time and as I laid on the examination table in my jockey shorts I wished I could have been almost anywhere else. It was too late. Our family doctor, a man in
I am a high school mathematics teacher while my wife is an English teacher. We both teach the ninth grade where the students are all about fifteen to sixteen years old. They are freshmen and are the small fish in a very big pond. For some it is hard to adjust to it because just
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The thought of watching his sister screw excited Justin. Janet was fifteen, and a cute girl with blond hair and a nice smile. She had had sex before, and he had always wondered what it would be like to watch her do it. He’d seen her naked
Almost every college freshman I knew or heard of was cooler than me — not to mention that they all had lost their cherries. Except me. Hell, I hadn’t even gotten a good case of stink finger, unless you can count scratching your own ass. Instead of spending that first year getting out there and
No good deed should ever go unnoticed and preferably even repaid. This is what I was taught as I was growing up. I teach this lesson to my children and I taught it very well to my niece. Actually if you already read “Do Unto Others” you know that paybacks are not always hell. So
Last night had been maybe the hottest and muggiest of a hot muggy summer. I could’ve slept indoors, but the air conditioner keeps me awake and makes my sinuses hurt. So instead of tossing in a sweaty bed, I’d slept out on the second floor deck. It wasn’t much cooler than inside, but at least
The following is based on a true story. I have taken liberty with some of the facts, but the core of the story actually happened many years ago… I was 17 at the time, and I had been dating Becky (also 17) for about one month. We really liked each other a lot, but had
My wife and I had made friends with Christie and her mom about four years ago. Christie was only sixteen and still in high school when her parents divorced and it was kind of rough on her. My wife and I took Christie under our wing and ‘adopted’ her as the daughter we never had.
I lay on my back beside her and watched her breathe as she slept. So beautiful; she was of mixed origins, quarter black, quarter true Spanish, and half Caucasian. Her skin tone was golden brown that seemed to glow in moonlight, brown eyes and red flaming red hair spread across the pillow and across her
My sister Mary and I waived goodbye to our parents as they drove down the drive. They would be gone for the entire weekend so my sister, who was 16, was left in charge. She was only a year older than I was, but since she was older she got to be in charge. “Cindy
It’s funny, but at first I didn’t even want to go to the beach with my family. I was playing second base for the local American Legion team and hitting almost three hundred; I was beating my buddy in Earth Rage 3 regularly and Susie Watkins had talked to me at the church picnic and
I had been lucky and retired early from my own business. A divorce 5 years earlier had not been that messy. We both decided that the marriage was not working. She had her own career that was time consuming and it came to an end. No alimony, no kids, reasonable settlement on money issues and
Work parties are not my cup of tea. I’m not sure they’re anyone’s, so sometimes I wonder why they even exist. I don’t really want to know any of the people I work with any better. As much as I’d like to be, I’m not a teenager anymore and neither are they. I already have