Emily Fessenden was constantly nervous. She fretted. She daydreamed. She had dreams that disturbed [and fascinated] her. She was sometimes very pleasant with the household staff, and other times she was unexpectedly rude. She had spells of depression, and would lock herself in her room, or sit on the small balcony overlooking the well-groomed garden, refusin...
When Erica heard David had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, she broke down. David wasn't related to her by either blood or marriage, but he was family as far as she was concerned. Her father, Tom, had died of a heart attack when she was 11. It happened during a meeting of his Masonic lodge. One minute he was fine; the next, he was clutching his le...
It had been several weeks since Melanie (Little Mel), and her 5-year-old son, Bobby, had left an abusive husband. They had sought refuge with me in my home. I, of course, agreed to let them stay in my spare room. It was so depressing to see a cute little girl like Mel hurting both physically and mentally. In addition to her face, Mel's husband, Rob, had bad...
My name is Jeff. I am a high school senior. I am in love. Let me tell you about one amazing girl that I have had the pleasure of knowing intimately. Her name is Jenny. She is a petite brunette with an absolutely gorgeous body. Her preppy outfits and white hair ribbons make her look like an innocent schoolgirl, but she has a body that just can't help but tu...
There are never any secrets. Not ever. Not in a large or small community. People are spies by nature. Sister Agnes had caught Father Pete having sex with Meggan. It was their sin and didn't Jesus die for all our sins? Weren't they all washed away by His blood? Sister Agnes younger sister had gotten married to a young strong bull of a Lithuanian, a police o...
Last night, my life changed completely. Last night was my first date with the love of my life, Anita. Anita and I met recently at our very small local college; both of us being employees at the college bookstore. I remember being stunned the very first time I met her. With her curly dark hair, olive skin, 36DD breasts and fit figure, it was clear that any m...
(Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) In hindsight, like all stupid ideas it seemed like a good one at the time; but then, so did the Tuskegee experiments. "If you could do it to poor niggers, spics, and retards you can do it to anyone," so the head of the Project said. Of course he was the type of person to say those things. He came from a long line o...
It was third period, and my favorite class of the day. It was History class with Mr. Breslow. Now I know it may seem weird that my favorite class was History, but it wasn't for the content of the class, it because Mr. Breslow was the absolute hottest teacher I had ever had. He was about 6'4" with soft brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had spent his coll...
My eleventh grade English teacher was a short, full figured woman of 23 in her first year as a full fledged teacher. She had a classic hour glass figure, huge tits and a very full butt with wider than average hips. She was not the type that I was attracted to. I liked 'em tall, lean and hard. Interestingly, her waist was tiny. Martha was not beautiful, but...
*** Author's Note *** This story, as well as all characters in it, are real. However, all names including my own have been changed for privacy. Also, ALL characters within this story are now above 18 years old and have been for a few years. This particular piece is about my first time, back in high school. ***** "Heather told me she wants talk to you, Sc...