Over the next couple of weeks, I dated several men and had sex with two of them. One of them was a jerk that didn’t even try to make me come and just left satisfied with himself. The other one took the time to make sure I came, but the orgasm just wasn’t as good as the ones that Laura and Nancy had given me. Of course, Laura had given me a hard to beat orgasm – three in a row, actually – that nearly blew my legs off.
I was worried Laura would come back too soon, and as fascinated as
I had been teaching university classes for about three years. I was lucky to be looking for the job at just the right time, it wouldn’t have nearly so easy if not for issues among the faculty at the time. I never found out all the details except that the administration had to hire a decent sized group of teachers the year I started. Not only did it get me a job, but it also meant that as a younger woman I didn’t stand out quite as much against the older men who still made up the
Catherine was blushing furiously. Looking anywhere but at Briana she murmured, “You know, I feel like going for a drive somewhere…”
“So have you?” Briana asked quietly, still grinning.
Catherine looked up, her eyes wide. She had been hoping to change the track of the conversation. “Have I what?” She asked, pretending. Briana was a little flushed, but she was making lots of eye contact.
“Have you ever done it?”
Catherine blushed harder. Briana was persistent.
They had been hanging out while
In all honesty, I’ve never been an openly accepting or versatile person. I grew up in a traditional, Christian family, and was always the pretty little blonde in the second row of pews at Sunday service. I played with my dolls, had mock tea parties, braided hair, and had sleepovers every Friday night. I was the epitome of the wholesome girl-next-door image.
I had my first kiss at 13, along with my first crush. I fell in love at 15, had my heart broken three months later, and, against my
A cold and rainy Saturday in February. The rain is unusually heavy. Instead of the usual “mizzle” that mists the air with tiny, slow-falling droplets, it’s pouring in sheets, pattering against the window. It fills my bedroom with a dull and depressing sound. My mood is equally bleak. I’m snuggled in bed, shivering and miserable. I have the heat maxed but it’s taking forever for the room to warm up.
I’m thinking of you. Even though I’ve known you for
I had been back to Carol’s many times since that weekend when she first made love to me out in her pool house. No longer was I only a weekend visitor, I spent many weekday afternoons and evenings over at her place, usually using my babysitting as an excuse to tell my parents.
There was still a level of truth to that statement though as I did watch little Amy while Carol finished some work that she brought home with her. That was always followed with time alone with her after we put Amy to bed.
I lurched into my dorm room and sat heavily on my bed. Natalie looked up from her studying, and raised an eyebrow. We had only been in school for three weeks, but living together 24/7 we had already bonded as friends. She knew I was upset.
“You’re back early, Emma,” Natalie commented. “It’s not even midnight. Did Jimmy get drunk?”
“Yeah, but that’s not why I left.”
She waited.
“He wanted to go all the way.”
“Hey, sounds
We live in the mountains in Eastern Tennessee, the most beautiful place on Earth. We’ve been here about 5 years and have created quite a mountain paradise with lots of privacy to do just about anything we want without anyone being able to see us. I had to give you that explanation to provide the setting of this story. We will have many stories like this to come…
I was sitting on the front porch on a beautiful sunny Monday watching the dogs play in the front yard. I had the entire
“I’m outside.” She said in that extra sexy voice of hers.
“It’s unlocked.” I replied. I heard the front door open a moment later. After disconnecting the call, I waited for her to step into the bedroom. Anticipation fluttered wildly in my stomach. We’ve been together more times than I can count but I get that same feeling of need mixed with nerves each time she comes to me.
The first time she took me I’d been afraid that it wouldn’t be as
The day had started simply enough. It was an important day for Rose. She was actually going to meet her girlfriend’s parents. Unbeknownst to her, Charlotte had officially outed herself to her parents just a day or so earlier, and apparently they insisted on meeting this “girl” that had become so prominent in her life. And Rose was petrified. Meeting someone’s parents is something she had assumed only straight people did, though she realized that was a little silly of an
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