Chapter 19 – Fall Semester The next two weeks passed in a blur. I was boxing stuff at home and moving things to storage piece by piece. Brooke had pitched her idea to Leslie and Emma and it was apparently well received. I was moving stuff in over there, small things, but I was not allowed to spend the night until Leslie laid down the rules. So I was waiting...
About a month ago, Julie had been out of town, visiting one of her former college roommates. As she told David, her current lover, "Fred was a great guy and a dynamite fuck. But there were too many differences for us to be able to keep going on together. Still, I miss him and want to see him. We'll have some time to catch up and he'll probably get me in bed...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * "Well?" I opened my eyes. "Well, what?" I responded to the pretty brunette whose lovely image filled my vision. "We...
The vibrating buzz on the coffee table jolted me upright out of garbled dreams and back onto the sofa. So much for silent mode. It was Gary again. Again with the cajoling to hit the bar. I thumbed a limp affirmative "k", rubbed at the dried-out contacts in my eyes, and steeled myself for the considerable effort of taking a shower, getting dressed, and actual...
Jake sat at the bar sipping a beer, surveying his surroundings and trying to decide if there was anything remotely interesting happening when he spotted two women playing a game of pool. He watched the two girls playing for a while, bantering back and forth and giggling. He rolled his eyes. Why did the hot girls always have to travel in packs that made them...
"Um, hello?" Ethan opened the door to see a petite brunette with a small suitcase standing on the front porch. She looked slightly familiar. She smiled up at him. "Hi, Ethan!" She waited and he continued to stare at her. "You don't know who I am," she said with a laugh. "You ought to be more careful with your invites, you never know when someone is just goi...
Chapter 2: The Open Road Recommended music for this story: "Nausea", by Beck "John Kerry is a slick, conniving son of a bitch." Or at least, that's what the message of the political ad on my TV seemed to be trying to get across. "JESUS H. CHRIST!" I shouted, throwing a fruit loop at the television. My roommate, Mike Sars, turned and looked at me. "What...
Chapter 1 MEETINGS & DEALINGS I first met my wife, Leslie, when we were working at the same restaurant. I was the assistant head chef and she was the night manager. I felt an immediate attraction toward her and asked her out. We dated a few times before she told me that she was a single mother of two teenage daughters, Ann (18) and Beth (19). Their father,...
The trip home from the Waites' house was the most agonizing fifteen minutes of my life. Laura talked incessantly about the rules of restraint, the game we had been looking forward to playing for over three weeks. "If you don't want me to hold your cock in my hand I won't do it. I can't understand why you're so touchy. All I'm going to do is wrap my small wa...
I remember that the elevator was playing Christmas Music as I rode the ten floors to the lobby. Everyone seemed to be in a festive mood except me. I was thinking that I probably should have taken the window to the ground. It would have been more scenic and solved each and every one of my problems. Being unemployed at Christmas is a bitch, but being self emp...