It was the first Saturday of April and I was dozing on the sofa watching daytime Sports TV when Mum and Dad arrived home from a day shopping in town.
“Guess what?” Dad grinned as he playfully shook me from my half-sleep. “I’ve arranged an interview on Monday; for a Summer job for you!”
“You’ve done WHAT?” I growled as the enormity of the sentence hit home.
“Dad has organised an interview for you with Nick at Nicholas Shoes”. Mum
I should not have been on that bus. I would not have been had I graduated the year before like everyone else my age. But I got held back a year because of injuries suffered during a car wreck in 10th grade, and had to repeat. I’d never hated the fact more than I did that afternoon.
It was the middle of January. The temperature was arctic (even before the snow), and I’d already seen more snow than an Atlanta girl would see in a lifetime. The problem was, I was no longer in Georgia.
She was standing at the bar in a white leather mini skirt and a hot pink bikini top. She looked to be about 22, with long blonde hair. She was maybe 5’6” with a body most women would die for. She looked to be around a 34c, with a flat tummy and a perfect butt.
I‘d known girls in high school and college that had experi
I’m still working on the behemoth stories. Here’s something I poked at in the meantime, and I spit this one out pretty quick, too. Hope there aren’t too many errors. For those that like their fiction hard, this probably isn’t your sauce. No worries, I have that coming. I do appreciate the comments and criticisms. It’s helping, I hope.
Over the Edge
I had been at Zach’s for over an hour now. I couldn’t believe the position he put me in, as I sat there,
I had been singing in a neighborhood Blues Band since I was fifteen. No big deal. Four of us and we would play some bar mitzvahs and do open mike night and stuff. One of the guys, Glen Schwartz was a year older than the other three of us. So now he’s nineteen and off at Rutgers. But he came home for Spring vacation and that is when it happened.
I mean okay, I turned eighteen in January. My sometime girlfriend, Allison Binswenger turned eighteen three weeks ago. We had been going together
We had a plan. I was to be taken to a hotel, tied up, gagged, blindfolded and left alone until my man returned bringing with Him our guest, a man I had never met face to face. This was the first time we had invited someone else to play and I was a little nervous, no, almost terrified was a better way of describing how I felt but so very excited. We had discussed having a fun session with a stranger who would fuck me and use me while I was bound and gagged. That was about the extent of it
I was just a year younger than my sister was when she went off to college, she was 19 and I was 18, a senior in high school. After all the years of sibling fighting and scraping, we began to get along pretty well by that time. Though I always thought I’d be thrilled when she left, the truth was I missed her. It was still nice having another kid at home, so my parents didn’t laser beam in on me.
When she would come home on vacation we’d hang together, but I had my friends and
“Wow!” I exclaimed, looking at my neighbor’s daughter. “You look gorgeous!”
I had known Meagan and her family since I moved into the house, about 10 years ago. Her parents were about as good as it gets for neighbors, and I considered them friends as well. Meagan and her older sister Beth were good kids, and it was enjoyable watching them grow into beautiful young ladies. I hadn’t seen her since she went back to school after the holidays, about a month ago.
He went through the patio doors after her, hopping as he tugged his jeans back on. “Laura, wait.”
But Laura didn’t wait. He watched her dark hair sway hypnotically behind her, the cute wiggle of her hips in her wet underwear. It all seemed painfully ironic now.
She slammed the bathroom door
You look out the window as the plane takes off, leaving home and your fiance behind. In a few hours you’ll be where I am, at the conference on the west coast. You first really big conference. Your first time giving a panel paper before such an influential crowd. And your first weekend away with me.
Of course, there will be the panels, the networking, the papers, the debate, but that’s not what’s on your mind the most as the plane gains altitude and the pilot goes through the