When the holiday season came around I left to go home a day earlier than I told my mother so I could spend a night with Joan at her apartment. The next day being a Saturday she had invited me to go Christmas shopping with her, so after going home and saying hello to mother and Liz, we left to go to Albany to shop. The stores were crowded as you can guess bei...
When I was 17 I was a counselor at a camp. I had a 25 year old co-counselor who was super butch; she did ask me to spoon for warmth one night but nothing happened between us, so sometimes I go back and wonder, "what if..." I initially wanted to go off on a crazy fantasy and work with the double entendre in "head counselor", but it felt too forced. This one...
Tamara had always lived a very protected environment. With two born again, puritanical parents, she never experienced some of the social liberties of being a teenager growing up. Instead, Tamara focused on school and getting into the very exclusive university of St. Anne, a small all girl college in southern California. After saying goodbye to her boyfriend...
Angie stared at herself in the full length mirror at the foot of her bed. Her curly dirty blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders onto her mature co-ed breasts. Co-ed? That's right, Thirty year old Angie was back in school. Even though she was only a freshman and had to live in the dorms she quickly learned how to waste time just like the other kids. Learnin...
There have been times although I am a straight woman that I have thought about another's woman's hand caressing my thigh or her tongue touching mine. When I was younger I had an affair with a slightly older woman though neither of us had been with another woman before. The memories of those hot nights and her small narrow hands on my body and her tongue lick...
Alanna knocked on the door of her friend, Isabelle's house. She glanced around nervously, her light blue eyes shifting on the shadows behind her. Despite the fact that she is used to darkness, she is not happy having it hehind her. Mrs. Johnson opens the door. An overly religious woman who homeschooled her kid and keeps her as far from the outside world whi...
It was a habit in the office that everyone would go out alone to stroll in the sunshine. We couldn't go to lunch together, because people had to cover the phones. So I would ride the elevator down and wander. It gives you time to think about life and family, husband, state of your marriage, sex life, etc., but on this particular day I was thinking about fin...
I was at university in my first term. So many good things happen at university. With all that freedom, that's where I was the most experimental. I'd met a guy at freshers week who I'd started seeing. We'd got quite close even in a few weeks and I'd started sleeping with him. I was still pretty naive - he was far more experienced than me and taught me lots es...
Rachel's Story - Part 1 Hi, it's me, Rachel Jones. You already know a lot of my story - I was in "Ugly Duckling," (it was about me), and in Free Birds, parts 1 and 2, so there isn't a lot to tell you, with a couple of exceptions. In case you forgot, Kira Sterling and I are students and roommates at Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno, Californi...
Marta Salas hated flying, even in the luxurious surroundings of a private jet. She gripped the armrests, bracing herself as the wheels left the runway. It was a short flight, she told herself, no more than a couple of hours from Denver to Las Vegas. Maybe it was because she was brought up on an island, she loved the sea, or perhaps it was the knowledge that...