Part three: The lessons begin The next morning, Jim pedaled his mountain bike along the neighborhood streets to Dr. Winderly's home. It was in a part of town that was just now becoming hip again. She bought the house four years ago when she landed the job at the university. A bequest from her grandmother made the down payment possible. Now the neighborhood...
Kathryn, leaning back against the arm of the sofa, one leg curled under her and the other on the floor, looked at me silently, knowing very well what her words intimated. Everything about her was at once heartbreakingly familiar, but also so different from what she'd once been. It went far beyond her blonde hair and more mature face and body. The change cen...
His big meaty hands moved slowly from my wife's full hips to her soft natural tits and my pulse quickened. It didn't seem real but my heightened senses made everything too clear for it to be a dream. 'Tell me what you want Baby Girl," he asked playfully as a wry grin spread across his handsome face. His eyes flashed briefly at me and his hands left my wife'...
Rodney was quaking, in that little change booth, Miss Newbold before him, his socks and moccasins discarded. And his fingers shook as he loosened the buttons on his shirt. He was being made to strip. In front of this sales lady with the long nose, glasses, black dress. He shook as he fumbled. All his funny feelings flooded back. Those secret thoughts abo...
October, 1959. Robert felt awkward at best. He had never been at a TV studio before and here he was about to be ON television. Just a few hours ago he had been at lunch with his old friend Rhett; he was visiting Chicago on business and looked up his old school chum from the University of Mississippi. Rhett was helping to produce a new show and needed peopl...
This story was edited in August, 2020, to make certain plot points more plausible. Paul met Michelle first, and she is suspicious about his other girlfriend Andrea (who is described but not seen here) but she can't verify what is going on. The characters in this story will be in different situations six months later, and they will be even more changed in tw...
Kirsten was sat in the front seat of the car, her short, black dress hugging her curves tightly, finishing abruptly at the top of her thighs. Her lack of underwear allowed me glimpses of her carefully sculpted landing strip when she uncrossed her legs, although I had to keep my eyes on the road. Her black-painted toes matched her black 5-inch high heels. Her...
It was just a regular New Year's Eve Party that night, or so I had believed. Kara, my wife of just three months, was more than a little drunk that night, and a large part of me wondered if either of us would be sober enough to drive. As it was, I began cutting back to make sure that someone could at least call the cab. From the looks of it, it would have to...
Kathy and Sharon - Sunday Part Three Kathy finally spoke up. "I didn't follow everything you said, but you two intimidated me before, and now I find that you're both super rich? And getting married? What am I doing even being in your presence?" Sharon replied, "It doesn't matter where you came from, Kathy. You're a sweetheart, a true diamond in the rough....
I rarely write in the third person, so this story is an experiment for me. My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing and education about the commas and semicolons. * Marybeth stomped down the street trying to vent her anger. Brad had pissed her off every day this week, setting a new record for his insensitivity and selfishness. Moreover her wrist hurt where h...