Sarah stole a glance at her watch as she turned into the entrance road to Crestwood High School, then grimaced. Ten minutes late. Pulling up to the curb outside the front entrance, she smiled sheepishly at her daughter Cathy, who was seated on the steps. With an amused roll of her eyes, the pretty sixteen-year-old picked up her satchel, bouncing down the stairs to the car. Opening the door on the passenger side, she dropp...

The party turned out to be an utter snoozefest. Crap music, bad wine in paper cups, and not one guy that was worth my time, held in an apartment that smelled like stale potato chips and Axe body wash. So I made up a bullshit excuse about having to get up early to visit my parents the next day and made my escape. All the way home I fumed about how royally I'd been screwed by my so-called friend Brenda. All week long she'd...

My name is Polly. Short for Polyhymnia, if you can believe that. I'm nineteen years old. I'm 5'5", and weigh 130 pounds. I have long, jet black hair that falls down to my ass and hazel eyes. I've got a nice round butt and large tits. Let me say that yeah, I'm kinda chubby. I prefer it that way. I like food and I like being who I am -- a shapely, beautiful girl. I may be a few pounds overweight by some folks' standards, bu...

"Mom?" sixteen-year-old Becky called as she entered the house, dropping her backpack to the floor with a thud, then kicking off her shoes. "I'm in the bedroom, honey," Connie called back. "Hey, Mom," Becky chirped as she padded into Connie's room in her stocking feet. She sat on the bed and watched as her mother, naked and still damp from an evening shower, briskly toweled her body. "Hi, kiddo," murmured Connie, hanging h...

My name is Marilyn. I'm twenty-four now, and the story I'm going to tell you happened when I was eighteen. Basically, it's all about how I came to find the true love of my life -- only it happens to be with a lover who practically no one knows about. That's the way we both want it. It was my first year of college. By that time I'd had a few boyfriends, and gone all the way with one of them. Still, I felt inexperienced com...

Reading Part One before delving into this second chapter is strongly encouraged.) ***** Emily nibbled at Sandy's lower lip as she guided the girl onto her back, gently lowering her body onto the sixteen-year-old's slighter form without breaking their kiss. She fondled the student's bottom, fingers delving between her thighs to lightly brush Sandy's vulva as they kissed, their tongues sparring playfully. Restless with lust...

Firmly clutching the strap of her shoulder bag, sixteen-year-old Sandy Ratledge hesitantly made her way down a hallway deep in the heart of Crestwood, the elite private school she attended. The last class of the day had ended fifteen minutes earlier, and this part of the building, where the faculty offices were located, was all but deserted. Sandy halted before one particular door, pausing to study the nameplate: MISS EMI...

I was fifteen years old when my father was killed in a car crash. Losing him was a horrible experience for me, but it was much worse for my mother Sarah -- she was utterly devastated. Even after a year and a half, she was unable to overcome the grief and put her life back together. My name is Julia, and I am her only child. Watching my mother suffer was breaking my heart. Before Dad's accident, she was a sexy, vivacious w...

A brief valentine to love, written in an especially romantic mood. Not much plot, but loads of atmosphere. Hope you enjoy it. ***** I can still remember when I saw her, really saw her for the first time -- because that was the moment that would ultimately change everything between me and my sister. Carly was the younger sibling who I'd never paid much attention to, at least, no more than big sisters usually do. Oh, I tole...

Please read the previous chapter before tackling this... you will enjoy Part Two that much more, I promise. ***** The three women stood quietly for a moment, as if suddenly realizing the enormity of what they were preparing to do. Then Anne unfastened the remaining buttons of her nightgown and shrugged the garment from her shoulders to puddle on the floor. She stood before her daughters, nude but for her panties. "Like wh...

Sally Stratton collapsed into the couch, her younger sister Ellie falling into a nearby chair. Both women sighed contentedly, then Sally reached for the bottle of Cabernet she'd left on the end table. Cautiously extracting the cork with her fingers, she filled a glass with wine, pausing to savor the bouquet before taking her first leisurely sip. "Hey, can I have some of that?" asked Ellie. Sally gave her sister a sideways...

The afternoon was balmy and delightful as sixteen-year-old Jenna strolled home from the bus stop. School was out for the summer, and all was right with the world. The flowery dress she wore fluttered in the light breeze as she hopped up the steps. She unlocked the door and entered. "Mom?" "In here, honey," came her mother's voice. Jenna wandered through the house toward the kitchen, where her mother was at the stove cooki...

My lover Sera and I are relaxing together after a satisfying fuck in the dorm room we share. Her strap-on cock rests on the end table, still glistening from a very intense workout. She smiles winsomely and murmurs, "Hey, Kris... tell me about your mother again." "What about her?" I play it coy, lifting an eyebrow. Sera scowls. "You know, girl. The things you guys do together." "Jesus," I laugh. "You can't get enough of he...

Shafts of milky moonlight spill through the blinds to paint elongated stripes on the walls and ceiling of my bedroom. The buzzing of cicadas fills the back yard, punctuated now and then by a hoarse bark from our neighbor's collie Jasper.I'm lying naked atop rumpled sheets, sprawled on the bed, the warm humid air of a Georgia evening caressing my bare body. I have one hand tucked between my thighs, fingers resting on a ver...

My name is Connie. I' m a single mother with a seventeen-year-old daughter named Becky. Her father was some guy I met at a party and foolishly took back to my place when I'd had a few too many. He never even knew the result of our one night stand. With lots of help from my parents, I raised Becky myself. She turned out beautifully, an intelligent, sweet-natured girl with a delicious sense of humor, lovely as an April morn...