I checked my piece of paper for the last time, making sure I'd got the address correct. Yes, Flat 19b. I raised my hand to push the buzzer and hesitated. What if we had no longer had a connection? I hadn't seen Joe since I was ten and he twelve, and although we used to play together almost every day, each other's best friends, we had all but lost contact sin...
This is a follow-up to my Linda In The Darkroom. Please click my name above to read that story from my story list. I've mentioned in my first story about Linda that she was by far my first sexual teacher. This made the role reversal she had in mind that afternoon even more interesting -- and exciting. Linda lived in a large Victorian house that was way too...
NOTE- This is my first work on the ROMANCE genre so please forgive any mistakes. I've done my best to edit it. Votes and comments will be appreciated. ***** After the doorbell rang for the fifth time, I broke out of sleep, quickly assaulted by the hangover headache. "GODSDAMNIT!" I groaned rubbing my forehead trying to relieve the pain. I quickly pulled...
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The fireworks are hotter inside the condo! I had watched her for several days at the beach resort we both were guests at in Ft. Walton Beach. Her name was Kate, a retired school teacher out for a week of sun and fun with her son and daughter's small family. There appeared to be two children to each family who were a handful- that's all I knew until tonight....
Continues the story of my time with Molly in "I Love It When They Come Back Part 1. *** School in my town ends in June-usually the third week, depending on snow days. The last five days are final exams-half days with time for the students to study in the afternoon and for the teachers to grade and finish things up for the year. Some days, I don't have exam...
All characters are eighteen or older. * It was impossible to concentrate with Laura sitting right beside me in biology class. She was the hottest member of my university cheer-leading squad. How could I focus on my studies with her perfect tan legs distracting me? Her blond hair hung down over her flawless skin. It was enough to drive me out of my mind. I...
One of the time-honored traditions of teaching is the Friday afternoon happy hour. By lunch on Monday, plans are usually being made for the week's event. After five days of baby sitting, refereeing, mommying, and even occasionally teaching, rejuvenation is only a cold beer and a gripe session away. Another tradition in education is that teachers are low-paid...
Introduction Those readers who have been following my anecdotes will remember that at the end of "Toys for the Teacher" I expected it to be my last fact-based story. However, then I remembered this particular episode. I had almost forgotten it after a comparatively peaceful life over the past 30 years. Call it a senior moment as I approach my 69th birthday!...
ONE Frankie served a fat, greasy looking man dinner at 3:15 in the afternoon, the time indicating he was a shift worker. He, she and the useless cook and a part-timer preparing vegetables and loading and unloading dishes were the only occupants in the diner. Fat man kept eyeing Frankie's tits, but she didn't mind. She followed a drill that sometimes worke...