Ever since she started high school, Bianca has ridden the same bus with the same driver, being the first one on the route to board and the last one off in the afternoon. She had noticed right away that Chuck, the bus driver, was cute, tall and athletic with red hair and freckles. Not until a few weeks ago, however, had she actually developed the hots for him...
Andrew is the name. I'm eighteen and in my final year at school. I'm what you might call average. Average looks, average personality, average intelligence, just plain average, or so I consider myself. Others have different impressions. My parents think I'm Mr Perfect, teachers give me the impression that they think I'm a fool who asks too many questions, gir...
Fighting tears of frustration, I climbed the bus steps with my oversized backpack and a crumpled hamburger bag. I was embarking on an eight-hour ride from my parents’ Maryland home back to my university in Ohio. The station was closed, I had nearly taken the wrong bus, and I had forgotten to bring my paperback novel. By the time I boarded at the last possibl...
At 07:45 Katie stepped out of her apartment and on to the sidewalk. No more than 2 minutes after Katie had left the apartment her two friends returned laughing and giggling and clutching some clothes for her to wear on her first day to work. They hadn't realised what a state of panic she would have worked herself in to over the blouse and skirt and they cer...
My son JJ's 4th grade class was going on a trip to the National Zoo in Washington D. C., and of course my wife Shirley had volunteered me to be one of the parent helpers. This is just what I wanted to do, spend a day with a bunch of loud, unruly 8 and 9 year olds. But duty calls, and sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. JJ and I got to the school early...
Chapter 3 of Futanari Note This is a fanfic. I have the original author's permission to do this, so please enjoy! (Check out sexgundam666, but if this is the stuff you like you probably have done so already) ~ The Futa Note was in front of me, I had a pen in my hand. I was eager to write a name, but who? Should I give a dick to a bully or someone I l...
My alarm shatters my ears as 8:00 brings the morning. I slowly lift my right hand to slam down on the alarm clock. It shuts off, and silence echoes through the room. I roll onto my back, and I blink my eyes, attempting to wake up. I only have a couple more months left of school, until I graduate, so I finally have something worth getting up to in the morning...
With again several very hot suggestions from Dalhia 57 * The second term at Birmingham University was coming to its end. Naina was busy preparing her economy exams. She was entering into her fourth month of pregnancy and it started showing. For the time being, she could still pretend food in England was richer than in India but she wouldn't fool her school...
It is a bitterly cold winter evening in the Swiss Alps; the wind howls through the nearby trees as the snow sweeps across the slopes. In one of the ski chalets a group of men sit telling stories in front of a blazing log fire. The group leader announces, "Wayne, it's your turn to tell a story." "Well then, let me introduce you to some characters." -----...
All characters are consensual participants at and over the age of 18. ***** Regionals were a hit and we ended placing in the top three, earning us a spot in the state playoffs. The girls were hooting and hollering all through the hotel after the victory and we were almost kicked for noise violations. Jim and I didn't try to dampen their good time too much...