"I have client meetings during the day", Samantha explained as she and Brent sipped their orange juice," but we’ll have our evenings together, and once the weekend rolls around, you and I can do whatever we like" She grinned across the table at him, that wicked, toothy grin that only a tigress can get away with, copper hair framing her fe...
Classes that day went without trouble. Unfortunately, Candy had a meeting with Coach Jacobs about the new routines over lunch and was unable to join me and the rest of the girls. Trent worked his way in very quickly when he saw that Candy was not there. He sat beside me and looked as though he was staking his claim. After the previous day with Coach Withers,...
Ryan had finally chosen between Emma and Claire. He picked Claire, however they had allowed each other to fuck other people as long as they didn't try to make a commitment with someone else. Although they had texted and talked a lot since he finally asked her out the previous week, this would be Ryan's first official date with Claire. In case you missed prev...
Follow up series to "Special Kind of Swim Lesson." Enjoy and there'll be more to come with these characters! "We're still on for tonight, right?" Nikki asked me right as I sat down in my desk for 7th period economics. She wore black leggings today along with a cute white t-shirt and black sandals. "Yeah, of course," I replied a little awkwardly. I was fe...
Rockwell Junior College (post graduate high school, as a friend put it) was next to a small river on a group of hills in northern Illinois. On a brilliant autumn day in September of 1970, I opened the door to the gym building. It was the on the highest hill of the group, and the rays of the setting sun slanted bright red and gold through the floor to ceiling...
Call me a spoil sport, but after I'd turned twelve I never cared much for Halloween. I'd had my share of dressing up in those ridiculous costumes and performing trick or treat stunts, so when Kyle asked if I'd like to come to his Halloween bash, I automatically said no. That's not to say that I didn't feel honored at having been invited. Kyle and his best pa...
Brian looked from the stairway that he was standing on towards the door and wondered to himself, just what is she doing here? The girl that had been in his dreams for the last five years was looking in from the doorway. A little hesitantly she looked around the room, past the person who had opened the door, and her face lit up when her eyes fell on him. She...
Continuation of story Virgin Fix. Please read earlier parts first. Any similarities between the characters and real people is coincidental. If you recognise yourself here, feel privileged. This is a fictional story set in a fictional place about fictional people and fictional events. All sex participants are adult age. ---------- -30- Friday evening Sa...
Welcome to my life. My name is Henderson Pitts. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Deval Patrick College, a private school named after the state's first African-American Governor. Built in 2007, the school officially welcomed its first class, made up of eighteen hundred students, in...
He was actually reaching for the phone to call her, when it rang. "Hello?" The voice was hesitant. "Steve?" "Yep, speaking." "Steve, it's Grace. Grace Collins?" "Grace! Hi! I was just on the point of calling you, when the phone rang." A pause. "You were?" "Yeah, I was. Um, Grace, I, er, I wanted to ask you out, if that's okay?" A laugh down the line....