It was a warm early Spring day. It was Monday. School out in two weeks. He was a teacher. He was fifty today. He taught senior English with one Junior class. He has been teaching since he was 25. He stood at his lectern and looked out at the class. Some here and there looked up from their notebooks and their texts, out the three oblong windows, at the warm s...
I punched in the combination for the side entrance. I contemplated taking the elevator up to my third floor room but thought it might be a bit too risky not knowing who might be on the other side of the elevator doors when they opened. So, instead, I walked up the side staircase. I got up the three flights without being seen, but as I opened the fire door to...
I started hearing from the college scouts the next morning. Men angrily calling me from all over the country whining over why I had rejected the football scholarship their university offered and demanding to know who I'd signed my Letter of Intent with. There wasn't any sense in denying the truth; they could find out easily enough. When I told each of them t...
If you enjoyed the first Spotting Shane chapter, I hope you'll like this continuation. This story is pure, unadulterated and mostly true. ;-) *** As Samantha stood in front of me, the look on her face had quickly gone from one of utter disgust to that of being emotionally crushed as the tears began to fall down her face and she turned and walked away from...
Mitch was a lot older than the rest of us in the college program. He was an ex-Marine. Back from a second tour in Iraq, catching up with his life. He would be a natural leader among the students even if his playing skills didn't shine brightly above the rest of ours in all of the intermural sports we played to let off steam. Even in choosing sides and gettin...
It all started during winter semester of my freshman year. Up until then I suppose I was pretty much like any other American kid. I'd tried to get laid all through high school, finally succeeding the summer after graduation. It wasn't one of the cheerleaders as I'd always fantasized, but one of the 'nerd girls' most of us always had ridiculed. She didn't ha...
Hello again! I want to thank those who commented and gave me a few pointers. I didn't think I'd make so many mistakes and so I'm in the process of looking for an editor. If you'd like to be my editor, email me! Also, thank you to all who read my story. It really was an amazing feeling when I saw that people liked my story, especially since it's my first time...
As Rob slogged through an icy squall in the dark on the way back to his dorm from the college library, where he'd been finishing his term paper on The Muffled Queer Voices of Colonial America, he took the opportunity to utter some choice words under his breath as well. "It's fucking cold!" A popular turn of phrase, notably among his teammates in JV football,...
A note: just a reminder from the last chapter - this is set at least 10 years ago. I would love comments - I really want to improve my writing but need feedback to be able to tell what is/isn't working. Thanks for reading and please rate if you enjoy it. ***** After the Christmas break, Sean and Logan hung out a few more times, aided by Al. She had attem...
This story is dedicated to the memory of Samuel Richardson (1689-1761), in appreciation of his book Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded, the first novel about a girl who fights to get what she wants. [The sex in this story starts rather late, so be patient and enjoy the preliminaries first. The fun will eventually come.] ***** Chapter One Introductions My name i...