Sarah, clad in a form fitting shirt and skinny jeans, heads to the front step of the Beta Gamma Phi house where she could either be a sister or wind up blackballed. Knowing her luck in life thus far, she was leaning more towards the possibility of being blackballed since she never really fit any given mold deemed to be socially acceptable in life and she had...
Carmen chugged from the can of Coke in her hand and let out a monstrous belch. “URRRRRrrRP!” She bellowed before tossing the empty can over her shoulder. Carmen Thompson was a total tomboy who was known to be quite the delinquent around her town of Bayweather. She had been to juvenile hall once before, and came back even worse behaved than she had previously...
This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...
Not long after graduating from college with my bachelors, I moved into a house with some of my frat brothers for about two years. I was lucky enough to find a great job that I knew from the start would lead to bigger things if I worked hard enough. The hours were limited, however, so I found myself with more free time on my hands than I wished for. For nearl...
Ever just get in the car and start driving, driving without any real need to go someplace? Cynthia loved to drive, and today was no different. She had a couple of extra days off so she packed a few essentials in a bag, jumped in he car and just started driving. The music was good, as if every song that came through the speakers of her radio were dedicated t...
I'd come up with a plan of action, and I called Rachel and said I had something I wanted us to do. She arrived, early, wearing her bib overall shorts and a striped T-shirt. I took a look at her outfit and grabbed her hand. "Come on, we're going shopping." We walked to the store we'd had a bunch of fun at recently, and headed in. "What panties are you wea...
"Keep them closed!" she giggles, her small hand tugging at his, pulling him into the gathering dark of the woods. In his obligatory blindness, he bumps over roots and skirmishes with bushes, the toes of his sneakers collecting mud and leaves. She was very bad with directions, and he was certain that they would never end up wherever she was trying to go. "Clo...
Peewee was extremely horny. He was a virgin, but was very ready for his first sexual experience. Unbeknownst to his friends, Peewee was very curious about gay sex. It had started innocently enough, with him watching his classmates strip for gym and enjoying the many different styles and colors of underwear. Peewee especially enjoyed the trim and full cut box...
Finally, the day has arrived that I can take down the tree and store it in the garage for another year. With a grinch-like grin on my face, I climb the ladder and hoist the artificial tree onto the highest shelf in the garage. Feeling a rather warm glow at last, the holiday bustle over I step gingerly onto the cold floor of the garage and feel arms grabbing...
This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...