It was almost summer and the end of school. Five black male seniors mostly went by their nicknames, Stick, Junk, Van, Chill, and Gem. All five black boys wore gray or khaki dress-code school slacks, tee shirts, and sneakers. They were tall athletic-looking, and had short haircuts. Two had just turned eighteen, one was eighteen-and-a-half, and two were nine...
Moving and having to transfer during your senior year of high school is quite difficult to do. I had to leave all of my friends behind and start in a new school which would be difficult for anyone but when you are pretty much just an average guy ( not an athlete or anything like that ) you pretty much just blend into the surroundings. I did have one advantag...
She was my first lover, a good friend and an excellent teacher. She was also about 20 years older than me. She was our high school English teacher and yearbook adviser and I was a gawky, bookish, somewhat nerdy 18-year-old. It was the nerdy 1950s. She was divorced, no children and no great beauty, rather thin and bony, but she had a warm smile, a friendly at...
It was the end of the school year. Graduation had been the night before, and students had been coming into class one by one to drop off textbooks and say their goodbyes. It was approaching the end of the day, but there was one last student who had not yet come. She was his favourite student. She finished at the top of her class. She had a drive to learn an...
Here is a second installment in my Mick and Missy's story. I wrote this as a gift for a special person. All characters in this story are fictional. I have had fun writing this story about a student that deliberately mocks and humiliates his teacher using her own language to subjugate and dominate her. This is a very special education. Enjoy, xantu M...
Pt. I: David's View (This is a story, that I have collected from different points of view. The main character of each story will narrate their view on things.) Hi my name is David. I am a black male about 5"9 and like girls around 5"3 to 5"11. I currently attend a catholic high school. I am a senior there and I have been dating a girl named Sarah for a fe...
Ron Wilson squirmed, subconsciously startled by his own moan. 'Dreaming . . .' The thought passed slowly through his mind as he shifted his body, trying to recapture the deep, peaceful sleep. But it happened again. 'Just a dream . . .' Again the thought drifted through his mind. Somehow he was aware of something happening, something pleasant. But he couldn'...
Max tossed her hair back and appraised her appearance in the full-length mirror. White ankle socks, bare legs, regulation-length skirt that she made a mental note to roll up as soon as she got out of the door. She pulled at her shirt, trying to hide the fact that it pulled too tightly over her breasts. Once she got to school she would undo two or three butto...
Natalie's in trouble again! A coincidence introduced Natalie to the Practice and a new doctor in her first story. She sought assistance for her concerns about a long-held intimate secret effecting her teaching career and personal relationships. Doctor Love's sexual therapy was too tempting for the young teacher, fulfilling her favourite fantasies in her s...
Her uniform looked as though it was almost too small on her, although it didn't seem to matter. She had rolled the sleeves of her shirt up to nearly her elbows, allowing a view of her tan skin and small, soft hands with perfect nails. She had left the top four buttons of her blouse undone, and a distinct line of cleavage drew Brian's eyes further down her ch...