Final Exam My geology professor was a petite, auburn haired goddess. Early thirties, nice tits, green eyes, always wore skirts that showed off her shapely legs. And I was in love. Whether it was her intimidating beauty or the fear of being called upon in class, I'll never know. But nobody ever sat in the first row—nobody, that is, except for me. I was a shy...
Small note, I have realized that the last name of the lead character has changed a few times throughout the chapters. To correct this error and to keep things consistent, Cynthia's last name from here on out will be what it was originally stated; Miss Watts. Also, I would like to apologize for the long delay for this part to the story; I just have not been a...
Abigail kicked the autumn leaves at her feet like a child. The wind swirled between the tall concrete buildings and rustled the branches of the now skeletal trees in the quad. Abigail drew her heavy woolen jacket around her and turned her back to the wind. She considered sitting on the wooden bench, haphazardly placed and seldom used, but instead continued h...
Writers Note: All of these stories are real, from my experiences. I share them here because I have no other place to share them, it would be considered creepy in polite society. I don't try to describe the details of the girls to the Nth degree. I allow the reader to fill in some details based upon their personal likes and dislikes, that's what I do when I r...
Still 10 years earlier... I search for her in the long aisles of computers that line the first floor of the school library. Every seat is taken by students frantically typing out term papers and submitting projects online to their professors. I turn back to the first row of computers again, no luck. I pull out my phone. Are you here? My phone vibrates. Yo...
Her words were a blur. She loved her school no doubts there. She was enthusiastic, energetic. Especially her mouth. I've heard the terms and conditions of a car-lease deal on the radio spoken more slowly. As we walked through the quad and in and out of the various campus buildings, her guided tour went non-stop at what seemed like 200 words-per-minute. She...
Michael grumbled at the back of class. He hated this class and had no idea why he chose to take environmental studies. Actually, he was told that the reason to take this class was because it was an easy course and since his math and science courses were difficult and time consuming, he needed an elective that was easy. Michael tried to stretch out in his sea...
This story is at least 85% true--too bad it isn't 100%, but that's life. * The quinquennial celebration of sloppy sentimentality, coupled with blackmail and extortion, had come upon me again. Another reunion at dear old Alma Mater; how nice once again to see classmates who had far more hair, much less fat, and a great deal more money than I. And hear them...
This was a request I received from a user. WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL SITUATIONS; NOT INTENDED FOR UNDERAGE READERS. I was still spread-eagled on my bed with my roommate's cousin, Tammy, a gorgeous skunk girl staring at me both lovingly and menacingly. When we were kids, I was mean to her. I destroyed her Barbie dolls and did the typical asshole things a br...
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