At times, Phillip wondered why he ever let himself make his own decisions. Blindfolded, in the back of an SUV, crammed between two other guys he had recently met was one of those times. The car jerked and turned at random while 90's pop music blared. The two guys in the front of the car sang off tune at the top of their lungs. His high school baseball team h...
Elisa was sitting in the library studying when he sat down next to her. The university library was quite spacious, covering several floors, and there were a number of little places that were reasonably quiet and private. Elisa had found one and now found she was being interrupted anyway. She gave the young man a look, the sort of look that says go away, you...
I tried my best to join a sorority--figuring it would be a great way to meet girls--but never got in. Seems they had a problem with my being male. Clearly a case of gender discrimination. But my girlfriend Leigh joined a hoity-toity sorority at the elite Sophie Newcomb College at Tulane. These were all high society girls from rich families. There wasn't an...
Interlude: Thursday morning, March 19, 2020 "—fill me up, fuck me!" I opened one eye. The sunlight coming in through the lace curtains was too bright, and I burrowed my face back down onto the pillow. "FUCK ME!" It was no use. I could still hear Katherine. Smiling at the thought of last night, I opened both eyes, and stretched an arm toward George. He gr...
The Majors' relationship continued through the fall. It usually meant that Jennifer met the Major on Saturday morning after he had run with the college's ROTC unit. She would spend the weekend with Johnson; accept during those times she was at her reserve training. Each of them were fine with the situation. Law school was going well and she was asked to wri...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
"Who is it?" "Ashley Fine." "Jeff isn't here." "Open up, I want to talk." "Jeff isn't here. I have to study." "Open the door." "I can't." "Now!" I said it with the authority of a police detective armed with a warrant. I heard the click of the lock and the turning of the knob before the door swung open. "I don't know where he is." He was a little tal...
The night had been going just as planned. Katie and I had enjoyed a quiet meal alone that I had cooked, went to a movie, and we were now taking a nice walk through the neighborhood around my house. That is until it started raining, almost 4 blocks away from the house. We ran as fast as we could back to my house, but we still were soaked by the time we got in...
As Emily Garrison made her way to 412 Old Homestead Place, she couldn't help but feel how wet between her legs she had become. This was nothing new, though, as she always gotten wet when she made her way there. Today was a bit different, though. Today, it was like someone had poured melted chocolate between her legs; that's how thick her issuance had become....
As I have indicated before in these stories, I worked for many years as a professor of English at a small but respected New England college. After I retired a few years ago, I didn't have a lot to do, so I decided to write my memoirs regarding some of my relationships with the students. In all cases, I have changed the names of course to protect the guilty....