Chapter One Where Mitten is interviewed and examined by the Headmistress. It was a very long trip so Mitten had a long time to think about it. Her Daddy told her that the school she was going to was far away and very strict compared to the little school house in Lincoln. For people in Nebraska, they were very well off. It was the only way that she would b...
"Honey, I really, really want to go this time," my wife Sarah said with a bit of an annoying whine in her voice. "OK, why this time and not one of the last fifteen years of our high school reunions?" I responded. "Well, there are several very good reasons to go this year. First, they are combining the class of '85, my class, with the class of '80, your c...
Please read prior chapters to learn more about Cheryl Thomson, an innocent wife and mother who became a teacher in the deep south. Her life is expanding into new ways thanks to The Janitor Who Was King. ***** It has been several weeks since the events of Chapter 3 [read chapter 1 through 3 of The Janitor Who Was King for background] and Claude Thomson wa...
Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older. *** Peter was a strapping, good looking 18 year old high school senior. He was the most popular boy on campus. He ran track and field, played football and basketball. He was an all round sports hero at school. His golden blond locks of hair accentuated his deep blue eyes. If you looked up gorgeous in the dic...
Amy was giddy with excitement when her parents dropped her off at the Central University of North Texas. Everything was about to change for her. She'd been teased and bullied all through high-school for her appearance (she's barely five feet tall, skinny, flat-chested (but with big, sensitive nipples, and freckled) and for her general nerdiness—she read a lo...
Collier McKay was the new principal at Truman High School. He was fresh out of college, with a master's in secondary education. He was young, handsome, with dark brown hair and blue eyes, and an athletic build. It was his first day, and he was met by a girl wearing a short black skirt and spaghetti strap tank top that was red. She had long raven-black hair...
Lorelei and Me The Beginning I met Lorelei Jones in a rather strange and bizarre way. By happenstance I was about three hundred yards behind her Mercedes sports car driving down one of the many country roads around our small Wisconsin town. I had delivered some feed and supplies to a local farm from my families feed and tack store and was on my way back. T...
Summer was over. Bummer. It was Sunday night and school started the next morning. I didn't dread High School like some of my friends, but the classes did get kind of boring at times and, like any 18 year old, I wanted to head off to college and all the freedom that I hoped to find. I was closing up at my job for the last time as a 'free man' -- putting a...
Disclaimer: I began writing this story in late 2015. All are over 18 years of age. This story is completely fictional. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever happened in real life. All the names, places, or events living or dead are purely coincidental. ***** Part 3- Surprises For The Girls. Abby knocked on t...
"Shh!" Callie hissed. "Don't tell the whole world, Junebug!" "Don't call me that," Junie said automatically. Junie hated her real name. Her parents had been some sort of late-nineties version of hippies, and they still were, really. They ran a small organic and vegan bakery downtown. Callie's friend had put up with her name through elementary school, but b...