I mindlessly glanced out my car window while waiting for the stoplight and I saw her. She was walking with purpose, a bounce in her step and more noticeably a bounce in her chest. She was braless and that got my attention. She had a look about her, something about a young woman with nice toned legs, short frayed-edge denim shorts and an off-white sleeveless blouse with bouncing tits that can get one thinking hot sexy thou...

You just walked in the door after a long hard day of dealing with customers who love to grab the ass of the sexy young server. All you want to do is eat dinner and relax. When you walk in, I'm standing in the doorway of the kitchen wearing an apron and a smile. I walk up to you and take the dry cleaning out of your hands and kiss you passionately. You push me away, feeling too tired and stressed to make love.I take you by...

When I got downstairs for breakfast, both Cee and Katie had beaten me.  That wasn’t too unusual for a weekend.  What was unusual was how they were speaking to one another.  They were at the table leaning towards one another and Cee’s hand was covering Katie’s.  I noticed Cee’s robe was open enough that Katie would easily see her left breast completely.   I wasn’t sure if I was interrupting something so I didn’t know what...

Kyle actually did not have to wait for school to start to fully appreciate what a special place Waterbury Hills High School is.   On Friday, Coach Tim called all the boys together to explain the locker room situation during the following week.  With just one week left before school starts, the maintenance department was trying to wrap up all the last minute projects.  They needed to do some major plumbing work and repaint...

When they came to my office after I posted the midterm exam grades, I knew exactly what was coming next. First, Todd swaggered into the room, a beautiful but dim-witted boy from my Intro to Feminist Studies class. He wore a tight black v-neck and athletic shorts that seemed to draw the eye to his bulge.Jessica followed him in, and I pretended not to notice that she locked my office door after closing it. She was a perky b...

A few years ago, I was lucky enough to land a job with a major university. The bulk of my job focuses on creating new partnerships with major corporations and maintaining existing relationships established along the way. My main goal is bringing these companies into our school to donate money to various programs. From time to time, my job requires me to travel to cities like Philadelphia and Boston. Most of the time, thes...

It wasn’t meant to last, right? Do such things really ever last? He placed his classmates into two categories. There were those, like himself, who found a love, or, more accurately, an infatuation early — coinciding neatly with that period in life in which one sheds their innocence of sex. And then there were what he now called the realists, who outwardly showed no signs of romance, but eagerly embraced the pleasures that...

I wish I could blame it on the alcohol. Sure I had a handful drinks at the party that night, but by the time my clothes came off I felt completely sober. I don’t know why I did it. It just sort of happened. I just went to the party to get rid off some stress. Between a week of tests, multiple research papers and a messy breakup the week before Valentine’s Day, I need to blow off some steam. Before we went out that night,...

My name is Mel. I made the decision to experiment and become as promiscuous as I could when I left my religious home for University across the country. This a story about my first orgasm in the laundry room. - It was dark and late after midnight, but I couldn't be sure. I was still settling into the uni lifestyle and was yet to get round to buying a clock for my room, and my phone was still in my rucksack, dead. So what b...

Sometimes I really questioned my sanity in taking a parttime job whilst at college. Whilst my friends were out partying, getting drunk and getting laid here I was serving over priced French cuisine to middle age couples who seem to spend their entire evening pretentiously professing about how wonderful their lives were. Sure the money was decent but was this really how I expected to spend what were supposed to be the best...

Christmas had come and gone. The warmth and merriness of the holidays had disappeared into the cold chill of winter. It was nearing ten at night. A Tuesday. I couldn't study anymore. I stood up from my desk, stretched out the soreness, and made my way over to my bed. I turned on the TV, and realized I was bored. Brett was off doing something -- I couldn't remember what. I hadn't heard from her in awhile. My roommate was,...

I kept having the same dream. Not that that's anything new. I'll have recurring dreams about losing my makeup, missing a flight, failing out of school. But I usually don't have these types of dreams. The ones where I wake up in the middle of the night feeling guilty, ashamed, and incredibly wet. Guilty because my boyfriend would be gently asleep next to me, unaware what filled my dreams. Ashamed because, well, I love sex....

He kisses you like he loves you. That is the bitter, brutal part of it that will keep you awake at night for weeks after this. He kisses you frenzied and deep but somehow gentle, his breath shivering and startled against your mouth as he pulls away to steady himself. It is dark in this section of the stacks, the fluorescent light a few rows over flickering with exhaustion, and his face is mostly in shadow but you can stil...