Tommy and Blake woke to the sound of bacon frying. Charlene was already up and preparing breakfast, having extricated herself from between Tommy and Blake, without waking either. The guys could see that Charlene was still dressed as she had been for bed – panties and short t-shirt. Charlene expressed no concern over their appearance for breakfast in only their skivvies. As they waited for breakfast to be served, Blake and...

Tommy grabbed his bag of stuff and went to Charlene's door. It was shut. He hollered through the door, “You ready?” “Yeah, yeah, just a minute,” she replied through the door. “We need to get moving, Blake's already outside waiting.” “I understand. You go wait in the truck. I'll be right out.” “Okay, but don't be long. We're waiting.” Charlene still hadn't made up her mind about what to wear for the trip. She had put on a...

His eyes followed his roommate as she made her way around the kitchen, her leg and thigh muscles tightening as she stretched to reach a bowl on an upper shelf of the cupboard, the silk of her panties stretching over her butt as she bent to retrieve a spoon from a lower drawer, and then her nipples prominently displayed in her nearly transparent, bikini style bra. She seated herself across from him at the eating area’s tab...

Her legs were bare, she wasn’t wearing a bra and the top three buttons of Charlene’s shirt dress were undone. Charlene was still a few months shy of being eighteen and old enough to get into the club, but one of her escorts, Blake, had told her that somewhat immodest attire would likely get her past the club’s doorman. Charlene wasn’t really sure about all of that but as it provided a rationale for dressing the way she re...

Charlene was dressed like a high-school girl, and a prudish one at that - white blouse buttoned up to her neck and tucked into a pleated gray skirt that came down almost to her knees. Not that the skirt length made much difference with her legs being totally covered by white stockings. Tommy wasn’t even sure he wanted to admit knowing her. And such a shame too, he thought. Charlene was a pretty girl – not too short and no...

Charlene's father had finally allowed her to date. I was a senior in her high school and had been trying to get Charlene to go out with me, but until her sixteenth birthday, Charlene's father wouldn't permit it. She and I started dating the day after her birthday, and for the next several months we were an item. We weren't actually doing it - she had vowed to keep her virginity, at least, until after she graduated - but s...

It was Sunday afternoon. Kara and Dirk were sunbathing in the courtyard. She had been living with him for three weeks. She reminded him, "Don't forget you have to pick up what's-his-name." Dirk glanced at his watch, then looked over his newspaper at Kara. "I've still got a little time. His name, by the way, is Tim Taylor." Kara offered Dirk a bottle of suntan lotion. He looked at it quizzically. "But it’s late in the day...

Bob was speechless. He felt he had just crossed some sort of line. Charlie and Paul climbed out of the pool, picked up their flip-flops and t-shirts and headed toward the gate. Over his shoulder, Paul said, “We'll be at my house... if you get time for us, that is.” “I'll be there,” Bob yelled as the gate snapped shut . “Just give me a few minutes with Sandy.” “That was rough, I'm sure,” said Sandy. “Yeah... well it was br...

Sandy stood in the sunlight of the open doorway, wearing what appeared to be nothing more than a very worn man's white shirt. It had only two buttons remaining, one near the bottom of her breasts, the other near her belly button. With her nipples trying to punch through the thin fabric, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The hem of the shirt was high on her thighs, perhaps two inches below the spot where her legs ca...

For the second time in two days, the doorbell rang just as Sandy was stepping out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and went to the intercom. The video from the front door wasn't all that clear but Sandy was able to tell it was Bob. She pressed the 'talk' button, “Just a minute.” Sandy ran a comb through her wet hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. The towel she was wearing was big enough to cover...

During the evening, Samantha alternated dances between Tommy and me. No one could doubt that she loved dancing and flirting. By ten o'clock, all but one button on her blouse had 'accidentally' come undone, making it even more exciting when she danced with the occasional stranger. For Samantha, the tease was all part of the fun. We’d been on the lookout for another girl who might want to go on a night sail with us, but so...

“I do like this house,” Kara pronounced. She was naked, lying on her back at the side of the pool, looking at the sky. Dirk yawned, but not from lack of sleep, more from boredom. “Uh huh, so I gathered,” he replied, his eyes still on his paper. Kara stretched and put her hands behind her head. “I didn’t at first, though.” Dirk wanted to keep his focus on what he was reading, but being polite, asked, “And why not?” “No pri...

Once in the car and heading away from Dallas, Kara removed her suit jacket and tossed it in the backseat. She and Dirk had eaten a light supper in a downtown eatery near Kara’s office and were on their way to a nightclub in the stockyards area of Fort Worth, some thirty miles away. After entering the expressway, Kara continued the transition from lawyer to Friday night reveler. As he drove, Dirk stole quick glances at her...

Kara was dressed in an athletic type undershirt which was much too big and hung loosely on her petite frame. The shirt was long and extended a couple of inches down her thighs, its big arm-holes and scoop-neck exposing the tops and sides of her breasts. Underneath the shirt she wore a polka-dotted bikini, and although it was likely no one would notice, she also wore a pair of low-cut canvas shoes. The bikini was scandalou...

Dirk didn't get home until after seven. He was surprised to find Kara already there, curled up on the couch in the den, watching television. She was wrapped in a terry cloth towel that stretched from the tops of her breasts to the tops of her thighs. She was covered, but not by much. Kara was bright, single, not yet thirty and about to become partner in a law firm that handled most of Dirk's legal matters. Being a young a...