I married my second husband, Jim, in 1995. I was forty-two years old. He was the same age. I had no children, but he had a son who just turned eighteen. Frank was still in high school, his final year. Frank was a little strange. He was very shy and quite feminine. He never had a girlfriend. I didn’t much care for him, but I was his stepmother. His real mother was estranged and Frank didn’t spend any time with her. My husb...

A blue Datsun stopped. I ran up, carrying my small travel bag. I looked in the open window and saw a blond long-haired guy. “Headed out towards the Cape?” he asked. “Yeah.” “Hop in.” Great! I’d been waiting at the side of the highway for over an hour. “Where are you going?” he asked. He looked friendly. “Provincetown.” “Aha. You’re in luck. I’m going there.” “Great!” I was truly glad. I’d be at my journey’s end shortly! “...

Knowing that she was about to give Michael his first-ever blow job absolutely exhilarated Kayla. Once again, it elicited a strong sense of naughtiness knowing that she had beaten all the girls who liked him as much as she did. She won. She presented herself as an ideal sexual mate and was being rewarded with a thick, smooth penis to be only hers. Finally, Michael told Kayla what he wanted her to do. He instructed her to p...

"And now"—as Kayla spoke, she grabbed hold of Michael's boxers from either side of the waistband—"it's time to take care of you." Before the underwear came off, she wanted to tease him a little and also work to drive him mad. "And let me tell you," she continued, "you deserve it after that. Don't you think?" Michael reached up and rubbed the back of his head. "Uh...I guess." The muscles in his raised arm were flexing beau...

A virgin!?! "How is that possible?" Kayla asked the stud sitting in front of her. "Have you looked in the mirror?" She was bewildered. "I, uh, I don't know," Michael said, practically in a whisper. His eyes were glued to Kayla's bare pussy, and he just couldn't seem to look away. Kayla looked down to see a full hard-on poking desperately up against Michael's thin shorts. Surely, the garment was being stretched to the abso...

The next morning, Jess immediately launches her plan. She arrives at school with Tiffany and Dina, who are subtly squeezing her hand reassuringly as she mentally prepares herself for her task ahead. She looks around the hallway to see where Simon might be. Dina looks at Tiffany, a thousand thoughts going through her mind at once. Tiffany is still moping after the clusterfuck she is responsible for setting up. This will wo...

Tiffany Allen is inside her large room. She is sitting on the edge of her bed. The leggy black teen is inhaling cigarette smoke. It's one of the only two nasty habits the otherwise perfect girl has, other than bullying. The sporty African American is a terror. Her very beautiful face and sexy body conceal a demon that enjoys preying on other, much weaker girls. She elicits pleasure from their pain, liking nothing more tha...

Kayla smiled widely. "You like me?" Michael quickly retreated. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." There was no way she was going to let this moment fizzle away. She made sure to keep him exactly where he was in his thoughts. "No, I'm glad you said it. Why haven't you told me before? We've hung out so many times." "I guess I was just...nervous," said Michael, rubbing the back of his neck making sure to avoid eye cont...

The next morning, Mark wakes up having calmed down from his anger last night. He now regrets his decision to speak to Emilia in such a manner. True, she was horrible to him, but now that he thinks about it, it's not her fault that her rich parents spoiled her rotten and her friends put her up on a pedestal, eventually making her believe she is better than everyone else. She is just a victim like he is, albeit one of exces...

"So, this is the place, huh? It's nice!" Kayla offered to take Michael's coat and knapsack as he admired the apartment. "Thanks," he said, appreciating her hospitality. "Don't mention it." As he pulled his right arm out of his sleeve, Kayla jumped in to assist. Michael couldn't help but notice that one of her hands was on his biceps, squeezing gently, as the other took over and did the work for him, pulling the jacket off...