My birthday is in late August so I had just turned eighteen when I arrived on campus for my freshman year. After getting everything up to my dorm room I took a walk around campus with my parents. Later, after they left for home, I spent some time getting settled. My roommate, Alison, was a sophomore and wouldn't arrive until the following day. It was an exc...
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Author's Note: Many thanks to carolin_ for volunteering to edit, for the quick feedback, and also for the encouragement. Should anyone get to the end and contemplate commenting, you should know that comments make my life. * "Fi! Hold the door!" A screech cuts through the rush hour bustle, and I wince in recognition. Clutching my bag closer, I sink into m...
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FOREWORD Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single, novel-length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 diffe...
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