“Huns, would you get me a beer?” The game is on. It is half-time and your friends are here; cigar smoke eddies in the air mingled with the smell of beer farts, boisterous men, high-fives, chest pumps, all interspersed with the noise of the fans on TV. Game day. I bend slightly and hand the beer to you. His hand moves under the hem of my skirt to touch the inner flesh above my knee while the eyes of the Other watch to see if the gap created by the tank tops fabric and my skin is hopefully large enough to allow a glimpse. I swat my hand at, ‘traveling…

The bathroom was completely full of steam. Melissa could not see anything as she stepped out of the hot shower. She found the bathroom door and opened it to release some of the steam. The steam slowly cleared and Melissa took a deep sigh. She felt so much better for a hot shower and had soaked her muscles so that they relaxed. It had been a hard week at work; she was a lawyer and always so serious. She felt so relieved that it was Friday night finally and she could let her hair down literally. As she looked in the mirror before her she could see the stress melt…

Even though she had just spent a grueling three hours in the car, Debbi felt a little surge of energy as she turned the last corner to her boyfriend’s house. It felt a little strange for her to be doing this, seeing as how he was still living at home, but that’s what she got for giving her heart (and more) to a college student nearly ten years her junior. Somehow, in spite of their age difference, or perhaps because of it, the last few months of his spring semester had seen them share an intense, passionate love that knew no boundaries. The forced separation of his summer vacation had…

I was an organizer of junior sports events, mainly because I was interested in organizing. However, it wasn’t long before I realized that there were a lot of very sexy young girls involved in my sport. Initially, of course, I thought I was too old for them. But as time went on and I got to know the girls better, I realized that they were beginning to show interest in me, no longer as an organizer, but as a guy. There were a couple of really lovely 18-year-old girls who always shared together whenever the national group went away to events. One evening towards the end of the season, I…

This story (my ultimate fantasy) was written as a birthday present for my girlfriend, whom the character Kyrie is based on. * Kyrie and Scarlett had been expecting Jack for a great while now (two years to be exact). Jack had constantly teased them with plans of being in the States, but this time he was serious. A final date was set for his summer arrival and Kyrie and Scarlett were elated. The women started that day by getting dressed. Kyrie slipped on a burgundy thong and a matching bra. Scarlett slipped into purple lacy panties and a white bra. They giggled and kissed when they saw each other’s nearly-bare…

I was relieved when my spinster-sister neighbors finally decided to move out. For the entire two years since I moved into my townhouse I’d heard nothing but complaining from Jessica and Agnes. They didn’t like the way the buildings were kept. They didn’t like the way the snow was plowed. They didn’t like the parking. They didn’t like the weather. They didn’t like – you name it. Fortunately, they were never upset with me – at least not to my face, but I was really getting tired of their constant complaining and badmouthing of our neighbors. No matter who else moved in, they would be a big improvement as far…

Attending college in the south has many benefits, not the least of which are frequent road trips to the beach. A three-hour drive and the beach with all it has to offer is at your feet. It was me and five fraternity brothers looking for a little fun and sun, down on the gulf coast. We had decided that this particular trip would be sans girlfriends to allow for a little more adventure and a little less drama. We arrived Thursday afternoon around 2: PM and checked into our hotel. Typical college guys on a budget, we were jamming the room. After the fights to see who got the beds…

Chapter One. I was lying in a hospital bed staring up at the ceiling. I was taking inventory of my life and circumstances. Sometimes that helps me get my thoughts organized. Almost thirty years of age, I had served three hitches in the Navy. I had seen most of the world as a result and after getting out I was ready to start college. A little older than most, I know, but I thought I was finally ready for it. I had been pretty immature as a teenager, for sure! I had been accepted at the State University. First evening in town, I was going from bar to bar and…

I stood there at the edge of the parking lot. The brisk, cool breeze off the lake whipped my skirt up around my thighs so that anyone looking could have occasionally seen my panties. My blouse was pressed taut against my breasts so that my nipples were outlined in the sheer fabric. My hair floated out behind me. The wind dried my tears almost as fast as I shed them. I did not care who saw me, or even notice the wind. Why did Tommy do that? We drove out here to the lake and parked. I wanted him to make love to me. Then he told me he had…

Amy had not been in college long, but was often unhappy. She was doing fine with her studies, but less than pleased with her social life. She had left a boring small town full of young guys that didn’t care anything about treating a woman right. After some very disappointing attempts at relationships, she had looked forward to college as a means of meeting new (and hopefully better) people. Yet somehow, the time she’d spent at school still wasn’t living up to her expectations. Despite her attractive body and charming smile, she still couldn’t seem to find the right kind of guy. Still lonely, and still hurting from previous guys…