After that night, I didn't again profess my love for Gabe, but those words had their own resonance, filling silences like the sound of our breathing. Despite Gabe's warning that we should be realistic about the future of our relationship, he kept me close, either at his side or with calls and texts. As weeks passed, I realized I didn't need to give voice to my feelings, for he understood them well. I only wished I could b...

I turned nineteen in late January, not long after I went back to school. Dad promised to celebrate the occasion the next time I was home for a weekend, but Gabe insisted on taking me out to dinner on my birthday. He'd made reservations at a restaurant I'd never heard of, and the moment we stepped inside, I understood why it was unfamiliar to me. The place was ostentatious, with a formal dress code. Wearing my finest dress...

I was restless at Dad's house in the few days leading up to Christmas. Though Gabe had spent only one night there, I keenly felt his absence. My father and Evelyn would be spending Christmas Eve with Evelyn's mother, and Gabe obviously wasn't invited to that gathering, so I wouldn't see him until he arrived on Christmas morning. He was the first person I told when I received my final grades: all As. You're a brilliant you...

I tried to get back to the dorm early the following morning, while Andrea was still asleep. As quietly as possible, I slipped into our room, but my efforts proved futile, for she immediately popped her head up from her pillow and flashed a bleary grin. "You were down to fuck Mystery Guy on the first date?" She playfully wiggled her eyebrows. "When do I get to meet him?" I stood there in my rumpled dress, hyperaware that I...

I didn't know what would happen after I left Gabe's house. Now that we'd fucked and bared our souls, I understood there was a chance he might grow bored with me. And maybe that was best, I told myself. There was no denying that we fed each other's worst impulses. But the text he sent the following day let me know I didn't need to worry about him losing interest. How's that clit? Walking between classes, I read the message...

I expected Gabe to fuck me hard and fast. He knew I had little experience taking a cock, and I knew of his penchant for inflicting pain. But he slid into me gently, burying himself inside my pussy at an achingly slow pace. I felt the tremor of need course through his body; it made me wonder how much effort it took for him to hold back. "So fucking tight," he breathed. "You might as well be a virgin." Despite his care, I c...

During the drive to Gabe's house late Sunday afternoon, I struggled to keep my nervousness in check. While stopped at a red light, I looked down at my outfit in mild disapproval. I was dressed for comfort, wearing a baggy sweater, leggings, and boots. Of course, when I'd packed for the trip home, I had no idea I'd be spending Sunday evening with a man who wanted to do all sorts of dirty things to me. My mind constantly re...

Even after I stopped shaking from my orgasm, Gabe kept me on his lap. His fingers continued their fondling; when he grazed my swollen clit, I involuntarily rocked my hips. That made him laugh low and soft. Leaning back against him, I closed my eyes. Though we risked being caught by staying here, I felt strangely calm. As Gabe eased one of his long fingers into me, I released a quiet moan. With his other hand, he cupped my...

My father sat at the head of the dining room table, just as he did during every Thanksgiving meal we'd ever shared. But while I took my usual seat to his left, his new wife, Evelyn, now sat to his right. On the other side of Evelyn was her father, Gabe. "This table," Dad said, "always seemed too big for just me and Opal." Smiling at me, he reached to pat my hand. He'd never been one for physical affection until he met Eve...

She struggled to avoid her new stepbrother. Like her, he was home from college, and in weeks, the sexual tension between them had grown unbearable. Finally, she crept into his room. Rather than order her out, he let her slip beneath the covers and take him in her mouth. Aside from a gasp, he made little sound. Yet his fingers tightened in her hair, and his entire body stiffened just before he came. Completely spent, he ga...

It was after five when Rosemary and Bruce arrived for their appointment. Josh was waiting for them in the reception area, and while greeting Rosemary, he couldn't help but notice the change in her. No longer did she appear painfully shy; now, she stood with her shoulders back and her chin lifted. Even her outfit was more daring. Josh tried not to let his gaze linger on her strapless sundress. It was made of a stretchy mat...

Josh tried not to stare at the young woman in his office, but it was rare to encounter someone who seemed so unaware of her own beauty. Her dress was modest, almost staid, and her sensible shoes did little to liven up the outfit. Her shoulder-length brown hair, however, was worn in the feathered style women were wild about at that time in the late 1970s. He'd invited her to make herself comfortable on the couch, while he...

From my back porch, I saw Maeve drifting like a ghost across the field behind her folks' house. The full moon's glow illuminated her white nightgown in a scene so eerie that I had to fight back a shiver. Now where was she off to at just past midnight? The dwelling she'd left was completely dark; in this rural area, most people went to bed before ten. A lot of nights, I was up into the early morning hours. Those first few...

As I made my way through the ballroom, I felt my brother's stare following me. It had the weight of fingertips along my spine, an invisible presence I could never quite shake. Claud knew he could trust me to play my role at this evening's charity fundraiser, which many of our top clients also attended. While he was the steely-eyed executive, I was his charming younger sister. As his assistant, I mostly stayed in the backg...

It was late afternoon on an unremarkable Wednesday. I'd finished the weekly shopping and the housework. Soon, I'd get started on dinner. But first, I had to tend to the persistent arousal which had been following me like a shadow. I had no idea why I was so horny. Maybe it was because of my cycle, or maybe I was still thinking of the way my husband, Henry, had fucked me the night before. We'd been married for less than a...