Cindy was perhaps the least popular girl in her high school – no not perhaps, that was definitely the case. Thick glasses, acne, and a figure reminiscent of Olive Oyle did not catch the eye of any guys and she graduated without a single date. Cindy was valedictorian of her class and scored the highest score on the ACT in the state that year. She attended an...
Jocelyn was new in town, and, right away, she was in trouble socially. The "regular" girls at school saw her as an oddball because she came from a city out West. Jocelyn looked different, talked different, and acted different. She was a foreigner to these sheltered teens. It didn't help that her small size made her appear young when, in fact, she was one...
Her hair took the light of the bonfire and threw it back as golden sparkles. Moonlight and firelight weren't enough to tell me her eye color, but with that gorgeous, frizzy permed blonde hair down past her shoulders I was willing to bet on blue. In the dark, her smile looked mysterious when she saw me gazing at her, and I flashed her back my best grin, thank...
Cathy suffered in high school because she was heavier than what fashion demanded. She was pretty enough, with bright eyes under dark eyebrows, a pert nose, and a welcoming smile. She wasn't obese, in fact not even technically overweight; but she was thick enough to get teased. Some boys called her "the well fed one" -- not to her face, but it got back to her...
When I was still in high school I shared a dormitory with three other girls. We had a small room, desks and two double bunk beds with a communal bathroom. It was not very spacious, especially since my best friend Christine and I had to share with our arch enemies, Melanie and Rachel. Mel and Rach, as we knew them, were the popular girls of our grade. Both ha...
My name is Jennalyn. Before I begin to tell you my story, I should probably start off by describing myself, right? Physically, I've always been really pretty, with short strawberry-blonde hair. I'm 5'9", 120 pounds, and a 32 B bra size. I'm 18 and a Senior at Midvale High School. For as long as I can remember I've always been at the top of my class, and I gu...
I am a sports-lover. I am a dyke. I am an exhibitionist and I am a short-hair fetishist. This story is a loving tribute to the work of Tawny T. Every day I arrive at my sports, leisure and fitness centre with plenty of time to spare for a swim. I find having a swim before I play whichever sport or game is on that day helps keep me supple and agile. And feel...
Sarah was in a happy daze. Gazing around the room, she barely registered the office art, the huge oak desk, the couch and chair in the opposite corner. She had the job! She was never so happy to fill out forms before. Carefully inking in her name and address onto the payroll registration form and signing copies of the ‘non-compete’ agreement, she wriggled in...
She's a busy sort, utilizing the finite minutes of each day, always directed, the day's agenda planned at the office in the morning, or sometimes the previous evening, with me aware of it when I see that distracted look in her eyes. Sometimes I think this relationship is ridiculous, too many places where the quilts don't match. But it goes on. Three years no...
It was a crisp, sunny fall day as Jenny Baker walked through the gates of Bowmore College for her first day as a college student. She was nervous, excited, and a little intimidated as she joined the throngs of young people crisscrossing the campus. Jenny had always been shy and quiet, like her mother, who had been born in Tokyo. At 19, Keiko - that was Jenn...