It had been a Saturday like many until Shannon made her suggestion. Sara Morris, a 24 year old blond haired beauty and Shannon Lister, a black haired beauty, also 24 years old, had been best friends since middle school. All through high school, through thick and thin, they had remained best friends. They went to the same college and were roommates all throug...
Sister Kate seemed to be having some difficulties as we made our way back to my apartment. "It's too cold," she complained. I looked her over. "At this moment it is the middle of winter and the sun is just barely showing. You should have dressed for the weather." "I'm supposed to stay in the church. I haven't been out so early before." We walked a littl...
Sleeping with Lara was an experience. I have a king size bed that gives lots of room for any partner I may have in it. I got it a long time ago and have never regretted it. Sleeping patterns are as unique as people's sex behavior. We were both naked and I slept on the right side of the bed, which is not my normal side but it was the side I ended up on when...
Part 3 (trouble comes to paradise) To all those who are about to read this and haven't already read part 1 and 2: stories are always better if you start at the beginning. ;) Hint hint. At all the others: welcome back, I've missed you. :) Chapter 11 Eventually I got to meet Rebecca's friends that weekend any way. We were showing each other our favo...
Lara is a girl that had been through a lot of self searching and confusion. She was (is?) a christian, and had been focused very strongly on her faith. She had been educated in an "alternative" sort of school that taught some rather bizarre things (it was a 'holistic' kind of education that emphasized thought patterns instead of facts), which I decided early...
I can see her watching me. Pretending not to, casting her eyes down to the novel in front of her every time I catch her eye from across the patio of this open-air café. Well, I've been watching her, too—long enough to know that she's been "reading" the same page for the last 45 minutes. I'm used to stares, and I've gotten pretty good at deciphering them. I...
CHAPTER SIX (July 2002) Heather and Ingrid started their travels almost immediately after their Finals, taking the ferry from Portsmouth to Cherbourg, then spending one night in a posh hotel in Caen before setting out for real. The ground rules for that opening, European stage of their world tour were simple. Money wasn't particularly a problem but they we...
Isabelle was the modern day pinup; she always had her strawberry blonde locks curled to perfection, decorated with some sort of flower. Her clothing on this particular day consisted of a vintage style dress, complete with five inch heels with an inch and a half platform. The woman was a vamp, her blue eyes outlined in black liner with wings and her full lips...
Chapter Fifty-Three My weekend after the Aberdeen trip was a quiet one. I got back to Skipton early Saturday afternoon and, due to my nerdish nature, went straight in to work. And worse confessions are yet to come: on Sunday I was swotty all day as well as nerdish. My excuse is that by then I was into the final furlong of my academic career. Yes, my blitzk...
I sighed with absolute pleasure. I was currently in a private room, stretched out naked on a massage table. Candice had brought me up and got me situated under the sheet. She told me to relax and that Mischa would be right in to take care of me before quietly leaving. Following her instructions, I closed my eyes and smiled. My body was humming and I had no...