This story is the twenty-third in a series. While the series has gone on too long, I'm gratified that some people seem to enjoy these stories. This story can, I hope, be read enjoyably by itself. However, the prior installments provide context and character background. All persons and groups mentioned in this story are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to...
It happened over breakfast, in the Marcello household in Upper Elm. And it came from Johnny's sister. Without warning, in front of their Mom, as they ate their Corn Flakes, she said, "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" That's all. "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" And she let the question hang there. They were all at the table: their mother, Johnny's yo...
If you haven't read the last story, this takes place during our junior year in college. We had spent 2 years living in our drab apartments close to school. The place was nice, but it was an apartment and we didn't have a pool. We wanted to branch out and get something a bit more private. Something where we could come and go however we wanted, and with a nice...
You wake up, on a morning like any other, your bed disheveled after a night of tossing and turning. You had an unsettling dream last night; your clothes would just disappear after you put them on! What's more, tons of women were there every time you tried to get dressed again, women you knew and women you didn't. Checking that the t-shirt and boxers you wore...
I was sitting in my office. It was a hot July day. My office is in one of the oldest buildings Downtown and, unfortunately, the HVAC needs a major upgrade which the landlord has been unwilling to pay for. Sweat tricked down my sides under my shirt. I loosened my tie still more. I dreaded putting on my suit coat for the five block walk to the state courthouse...
I have had a somewhat odd career. I went straight through college and law school. I spent 15 years working for a large law firm. That experience left me frustrated and bored. In my mid-30s, I felt forced to reassess my life and direction. I asked myself what did I really love? The answer was that I really loved sports. I was fortunate because I was able to g...
This story is the eighteenth in a series. I felt that I had used the idea of the naked lawyers too long and intended to let Harry, Carla, and Erin fade away. However, a reader recently commented that he/she wanted another story in this series. For that I say "thank you." While this story can, hopefully, be read enjoyably by itself, the earlier installments p...
It was May. The trees were fully leafed out, flowers were in bloom, and the air had that fresh, clean, fragrant smell to it. The weather was getting nice and warm, and days were getting longer. I love spring. My name is Julie Johnson, or "J.J." as my friends call me. At this time I was eighteen years old, and an over-achieving high school senior. Up until a...
This story is a continuation of the "The Girl Across the Street" story. I urge you to read the initial chapter before reading this. This chapter will make more sense if you do. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those instit...
(Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.) On the evening of my sexual encounter with my students Andrew and Jim, who took away my virginity in such an enjoyable way, I took a shower, and then shaved my shapely legs, so they would be ready for me wearing a pair of very sheer pantyhose on the next day. I was still so exhilarated fro...