The summer of 1999 was arguably the best three months of my life. And to think it started out looking bad. I had just finished a relatively successful sophomore year in college. After being somewhat shy in high school, I had really grown out of my shell, learned how to talk to girls, and gotten into their pants with a fairly high degree of success. Howeve...
The characters in this story speak French most of the time although I have written their dialogue in English with only a very occasional French phrase for some degree of authenticity. I haven't studied French in forty years and apologize if I've gotten tense, gender, grammar or syntax wrong. Steve had just completed his freshman year of college. He was a vi...
Summer Changes Rachel Alba Empowered Series, Book I Chapter One: "And have a good summer!" I raised my voice to cut through the noise of a final bell and a rapidly entering classroom. As the stragglers fled, I sat down at my desk for the first time since noon. I slumped, resting my head on one hand and stared vacantly towards the door. "Better not let J...
I decided to write this story for the day when my memory begins to fade. Hopefully, I'll be able to find my way back to Literotica and relive this wonderful summer. As we're sitting around in self isolation because f the Wuhan Coronavirus, many of us have had time to think back and reminisce of the good times in our lives. I've thought about many of the thi...
Freedom Summer, they called it, the summer when three civil rights workers were murdered by a mob of Ku Klux Klansmen. It was the summer after The Beatles splashed on to the American cultural scene and the summer of the '64 New York World's Fair. It was the summer when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, and the summer before Lyndon Johnson's land...
Growing up I, Cheryl Sanders, always knew that my parents were flakes. My parents, Winston Sanders and Muriel Smith (why my mother kept her maiden name when she married my father only she really knows since the explanations have changed over the years), are both very good looking, but they are both lacking in many parenting skills, and don't seem to have any...
"Honey, I'm home." You say intentionally trying to make your fiance cringe. Walking into the new house you two bought together, the novelty of owning your first house and living a couple of states away from your families has not worn out on you yet. You and April, after saving up enough money, were finally able to afford moving to this house in Sal...
The summer had come and gone, without any memories or stories to share. All that mattered now was going back home; packing and getting my ass back to college for my last year. I had been away from home the entire summer, driving from town to town shopping around for a grad school that would suit me. I had two weeks to get home to Georgia, pack my stuff and b...
This story centers around a young boy and his troubles while growing into a man. There is almost no sex in this story. Anyone involved in sexual situations are at least 18 years old. Enjoy and be kind when you vote. ***** I was only ten years old when my father was taken from my life. He worked in a small foundry in our town in southern Indiana. You know...
"Are you sure you don't mind doing this?" Raelyn asked, looking over at J.T. They were in Raelyn's Ford Explorer on the way to Summer's school. There was a P.T.O. meeting and J.T. had agreed to be on the agenda as a surprise guest. He would be giving a brief talk about being involved in education and how important it was to be involved in a child's life. Aft...