Dick on Jane - Improbable Futures Janus Hemming was an average girl with a very unaverage name when she started high school. She was mousy with straight blonde hair and glasses, short for her age, barely an A cup, with no distinguishing features. The most unique thing about her was her name, but because it was so unusual she told people to call her "Jane" i...
"Why are you staring at my knickers?" I jerked upright. God, I really had been staring at her knickers - not the ones she was wearing, sadly, but a pair on the floor, presumably yesterday's pair. They were perfectly normal white knickers with little pink flowers on them and a tiny satin bow on the front - unremarkable in every way other than they were right...
After I graduated from college, my first two jobs didn't pay very well, however fate intervened and I landed a job that actually paid me good money. It also included frequent travel to Europe. I was working for a film distributor who distributed American made films throughout most of Europe. They also imported some European made films into the U.S. One of t...
CHAPTER 7 I was just basking in the feeling of femininity and my new friends when I realised that I had never had dinner with Maisie. Some friend I was! Of course, Liz and Sophie invited her and Bill, and asked if David should come, but I said no. (I did not want the complication.) I was used to Maisie in her overalls at work, so was a bit taken aback how...
Ch. 03: Getting Better Note: Songs appear as part of the story. To feel the atmosphere that Doogan is creating, and to enhance your reading pleasure, find and play the songs on YouTube while reading the story. * * * The two day stay in the hospital was over. Julie showed no further signs of head injury while resting in bed. Her leg was in a cast and her...
Proofread by Ton8ty. Thank you for all the effort and hard work. ======================= Angela crawled through the rooms to the door leading downstairs. "Stop," ordered Mike. "You'll wait right here." Angela stopped, knelt at the door and looked down the darkened steps wondering how she was going to navigate them. She heard him leave the kitchen and the...
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! This is a rewrite of a story I wrote and published a while ago, under a different pen name! The last time I did this I was accused of plagiarism. I never submitted this story to Literotica but it was published on another site, so if you think you read this story before, you very well may have. I have rewritten parts of it and tho...
CHAPTER ONE Friday afternoon, I finished my last class, grabbed my backpack, and ran for the bus. It pulled up as I reached the stop. "Return ticket to the city," I said, paid, and took a seat near the back of the bus. Two hours later the bus was heading under the Lincoln Tunnel. The first view of the New York skyline was always a thrill, and as the road pi...
As I sat in the lumber yard office, my broken arm in a makeshift sling the workers had made for me out of shrink wrap, my cell phone began to ring. The manager fished it from my jacket pocket and handed it to me. It was my boss, Nick. "Jason, I know you're hurt, but is there any way you could drive the truck back to the warehouse?" "Are you crazy?" I yelle...
"Well, the guestroom's ready!" I told my wife with mixed feelings. I saw her smile wanly through the screen on my phone. At any other time, it would've seemed silly to be videochatting with someone who was in the same house at the same time, but my poor wife's pretty immobile these days. She let out an exhausted 'Yaaaaay' as I flipped the camera from the...