I felt a lot better as we headed over to the party, as if Lincoln’s confession that he already wanted to see me again had given me a boost of confidence. Within minutes we had arrived at his friend’s house, the party already in full swing. Lincoln held the door for me as we entered, and I was amazed by the sight. While I’d been to my fair share of cornfield keggers, this was my first house party. I was amazed by the sheer...

“It’s finally official between you two?” Kat stopped browsing and stared at me, “I thought it happened weeks ago.” I continued to study the array of costumes in front of us. It was a couple of days before the party and I’d still not decided on a costume. In lieu of a mass-marketed outfit from a pop-up chain store, I’d been scouring thrift shops for inspiration. “How’d it happen?” Kat came up beside me, crossing her arms....

That night I found myself tossing and turning, wondering what exactly Lincoln had meant by those words. It’s a date. Romantic or not, this would probably be considered my first proper date. Sure, I had hung out with guys occasionally during high school… but I wouldn’t consider awkwardly making out with a guy at a party while he pawed at my chest a date. Rolling over towards my nightstand, I glanced at my phone. 2:15 AM. S...

My words hung in the air for a what seemed like an eternity. I studied Lincoln’s face intently, looking for some clue as to what he was thinking. He appeared to be deep in thought, as if he was trying to decide what to say. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until he reached up and cupped my cheek in his hand, gently tracing patterns with his thumb. “It’s okay, we don’t have to have sex.” I looked up at Lincoln and...

Lincoln leaned forward, gently kissing my inner thighs as he worked his way up my legs. The scruff of his beard tickled my sensitive skin, causing me to squirm in pleasure. His strong, slightly rough hands gripped the back of my thighs as he ventured further up. I gasped as I felt his tongue run along the length of my pussy, ending with a light flick against my clit. He did this once more before teasing the inner folds of...

It was the autumn of 2012. My first semester of college, my first time truly on my own. I was freshly eighteen and thoroughly enjoying my newfound independence. It was a Friday afternoon, just a few weeks into the semester. Classes had wrapped up and I quickly returned to my room, eager for my run. Fortunately for me, I had scored a single and had all the privacy I could want. Tossing my bag on the floor and setting my ke...

I honestly don’t know who was more shocked; me or Lincoln. The instructor’s lecture faded out of earshot for me as we locked eyes. He looked me with what appeared to be a mix of surprise and curiosity. I searched for any indication of anger or disgust, but I couldn’t find any sign as I studied him. Suddenly I heard my cue; my breathing quickening as I came to terms with what I was about to do. Stepping forward, I tugged t...