"So, Abigail how does it feel to be 19?" her mother asked. "No different than 18, Mom, and thanks for getting me those writing pads for school." "Well, a young lady must be prepared to enter her second year of college. You must plan for when you grow up and enter the world of business." "Mom... really? I told you a million times that I've grown already. I...
This is the first submission of a multi-chapter lesbian story regarding a high school senior and her travels through life. It is not full of sex, in fact, these first two chapters have none, so if that is what you are looking for, move to chapter three, which will be submitted the day after this section posts. Prologue I sat in a lawn chair on my front po...
As I sat on the sofa, I watched the last rays of the day's sunshine flicker through the equally golden fiber of the carpet at my feet. I stretched my foot into the warm sunlight. Suddenly a bird flew in front of the window pane and its shadow played across my feet. I've always hated waiting, and tonight was no different. Tonight I would meet Danielle, a "fri...
It was 4:30. He knew he shouldn't have waited so long to call, but he had hoped he wouldn't need to call. Picking up the handset his fingers found the familiar digits. After three rings she answered. "Hey there sexy, why aren't you gone yet?" Kylie said, curiosity flavoring her words. He swallowed. Scott knew he was over reacting, but only a little. They h...
I couldn't watch as Ms. Wilson left our room. I was ashamed. I had let Melanie fuck me in front of her. She wasn't a friend of either of us. We knew her, but she was a stranger, really. I shuddered as I remembered licking and sucking Melanie, too. Licking and kissing her ass. My face felt like it was on fire, along with some other parts of me. My ass wasn't...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place sometime in the past, shortly after the events in Shari Holds a Torch. This is my entry for the 2017 Winter Holiday Contest. If you enjoyed it, please remember to vote--also, please check out my other stories featuring these two characters. As always, if butch femme pairings and large age differences are not your thing,...
The man behind the counter stood like a statue with his hands behind his back. His eyes scanned the women in the jewelry store. He would offer assistance when his senses indicated help was needed. Twenty years behind the counter provided him that talent. Until then, he gazed at the customers with the usual questions in mind: Which of them was rich enough to...
Bewildered Frankie parked in the driveway of an interwar suburban semi. For a moment she slipped just enough out of character to pull a bashful face that a single woman in her twenties owned a house which must have set her back the best part of two hundred thousand. Then the mask slipped back into place as she walked round the car and opened the door for J...
The prominent tech CEO, Ms. Meyers, had cut her maternity leave short for an urgent business matter and extra help was required. That was how Abbey landed the job of executive assistant at the last minute, despite her relative inexperience at the highest levels of the corporate world. Abbey was nervous meeting the boss for the first time after having been h...
I learned something when I wrote the first few chapters from Jody's point of view...she bossy. Like ridiculously bossy. I had zero intention of writing anything else from her point of view after I did the missing year, but she wouldn't shut up in my head. So, now you have their entire story from her side. With the rest done from her POV you get a new side of...