This one's in third-person, which makes it an oddball, probably because I wrote it before I really decided to turn my stories into a connected series. ---------- After three years, Ashima thought she knew the Nokushima twins pretty well. One of them had been her college roommate for three years now, and she'd heard enough stories from that one all about th...
"I'm so turned on right now," she typed back to him. "I'm so hot. I can't believe I got this way just from chatting with you." "It's because you're being naughty. You're doing things that you shouldn't be doing. It goes against the rules that you live by," he responded. "Besides, you know how incredibly aroused I am right now just from talking to you." T...
"Hi Dylan." I gave him a friendly smile and continued checking his groceries. "Hey Jesse, how are you?" He said, smoothing his scruffy black bangs out of his eyes. "I'm doing fine. I have a calculus test and a philosophy essay due this week." "College kicking your ass, huh?" He gave me a mischievous smile and winked at me. His eyes are green with gold fl...
Chapter 6: School Begins The next few weeks proved to be frustrating ones. While there were miles of female flesh in my classes, my lack of confidence in my teaching abilities kept me from making any moves on my female students. Slowly but surely, I became friends with Claire and Stacy. I thought I might have a chance with either one or both of them until I...
The senior class of West Ridge high filed in as the last bell rang. Mrs. Miller was writing on the board and was oblivious to the stares of the teen-aged boys as they walked past. Her skintight jeans left little to the imagination. David was especially struck. He had a hard time concentrating in Biology these days. Mrs. Miller was always on his mind. He hear...
The events and characters in this story are fiction. All characters are eighteen or older. My favorite teacher was my math teacher, Mrs. Gibson. She was in her late thirties, a wife and a mom, but man, was she sexy! She had long full blonde hair, a pretty face, was average in height, and had big tits. Like most of the teachers she dressed casual more than...
Alice, a teacher, has returned home from school in the evening, after having observed a young, male guidance counselor having intercourse with a woman. She had been unable to see who the woman was, as she was bent forward over a desk, and only her legs and derriere had been visible. Aroused, Alice, hidden from view, had removed her panties and masturbated wh...
Chapter 6 - Back together I woke up next to the still sleeping Cindy, her pretty face resting calmly on the pillow. Looking down all I could see was the vast expanse of her cleavage. My leg seemed to be wet, I guess that's why I woke up. Looking under the sheets I could see Cindy's cock prostrated limply on the clean white sheets, the great head laying in a...
Johnny was my first love, and he will always be my one true love. We started going out senior high school, right after my eighteenth birthday. It took me a while to notice that he frequently went somewhere else, to run an errand, before taking me out. Once we were together, at an after-school rally, and we had plans to go to a movie, and he said he had somet...
Cimetière Notre-Dame-des-Neiges was pretty much the first thing Mireille De la Grange heard about after moving to Montreal. I should know, it's the first place I took her to see. The cemetery is the largest in Canada, with 55 kilometers of graveyard and 65,000 monuments commemorating the dead. Perhaps it's not the first thing most people would show the girl...