Over the next four years, Murphy found how much she was enjoying practicing criminal justice at New York Law School. She was surrounded by people that were as passionate for her subject of choice as she was, and it filled her to the brim with joy. It was now April, two months before she was due to graduate, yet there was a heaviness to her left hand, as well...
Rosewood, PA, had always been a boring town. Nothing exciting really happened. "Serious" crimes usually involved teenaged girls stealing from the mall, and even that was rare. Until the spring of 2012... That spring, the current seniors at Rosewood High were eagerly anticipating graduation. Within that graduating class were six of the most beautifu...
Looking back there were so many turning points in our lives but for me sexuality, and sex in general and its effect on our friendship and the different ways love developed became important in the autumn of the year we turned eighteen. I'm not talking about the "kids fooling about" stuff but the powerful sort that attracts and repels, the sort that drives you...
This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21 Please don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by local law. Enjoy... * * * * * Damn.... I looked at the clock seven forty. School started in five minutes and I was going to be late, And my goddamned first period English teacher Ms. Santos had told me if I was late one m...
"But you're too pretty to be a lesbian." I can't count the number of times I've heard that ridiculous and infuriating objection from both men and women, and I wouldn't want to try. What's even worse is when they follow that up with, "You're kidding, right, Amy?" Yes, I'm pretty. I'll admit it. But why does that mean I'm not a lesbian? Is there some sort of...
A bittersweet tale of life's regrets and second chances. * Author's Note I've been searching for a way to branch out a little in my stories. As much as I love the kinky escapades of Natasha and Charlotte, I'm also a fan of the slow-building romance. While I'm at it, I'm trying to get some much needed practice with third-person point of view. This story in...
Without fail I can identify when I notice someone for the first time. "Noticing" someone isn't the same as meeting them -- that's when you hear a name, shake hands or exchange greetings at some social function or introduction. Of course then you become aware of someone's existence. But "noticing" is different. For me it's when some individual's feature --...
Author's note: This is a companion series to "Pegging Peter" and takes place on the same weekend as "Pegging Peter" Chapters 6 and 7. * * * Tawny Masterson had been playing her guitar for a little over three hours when they reached the city limits sign. "Well." She unplugged the Epiphone Les Paul and earbuds from her phone. "Glen Rose, Texas." She stretche...
**This happened about a week ago and I haven't been able to sleep much, so I wrote it down to get my head cleared and figured I'd post it. By the way, I recommend you listen to the songs I mention, because I think they'll add more to the story and your understanding of my feelings at that time. * I'll start back in September, when school started. First pe...
Prologue Today I can't believe I'm smitten by her. Me, a thirtyish professor of psychology at a prestigious liberal arts college—smitten—of all things, by a young counter girl just out of high school. "May I help you, Miss?" she asked in an inviting tone. I stood silent and frozen, staring like a cougar. In her early twenties, the young counter girl loo...