(Mid 1980s) Gator Growl is basically the world’s largest pep rally. Held at the University of Florida, where tens of thousands gather to be entertained by a student-run production that includes a variety of entertainment and appearances by top entertainers. When I was there, the main acts were Bill Cosby, The Smothers Brothers, Billy Crystal, and one year I was the director of Gator Growl when the guest performer was Jay...

(Mid 1980s) When I look back on some of the things I did in those days, I just can’t imagine what I was thinking. I know we all feel that way sometimes, but I am certain that not long into this story, you are going ask, “What the hell was she thinking?!” It was the summer before I left for college. It starts with my learning which way an egg is facing when it is laid by a chicken, and ends with my first sexual experience...

(Mid 1980s) It was the summer before I left for college. I was at my parents’ house on Hilton Head Island, and had been looking for new adventures I could bring to life around the house. We had an outdoor shower next to the utility yard. It was uncovered because it was intended to be used by people in swimsuits rinsing off the sand when returning from the beach (common in resort communities like ours). But I fantasized ab...

I have had exhibitionist tendencies since I was young. In an effort to better understand, I have given much thought to how this developed over the years. My first related memory is from when I was still living in my parent’s house. There was a large window in the upstairs bathroom. It was always uncovered because it was located such that it was not exposed to the neighbors or street. One would have to be on our roof to se...

Remi, when we travelled to the old house, I saw your expression tinged with regret. I wanted to console you, but I have no words. I must be bright and pretend and say nothing about your pain… our pain. The early morning had not lost its crisp air. Eating my pain au chocolat, I watched you because the front door would not budge. Always, you are the taciturn tower of strength, the door groaned, dragging a pile of mail that...

Jenny was always a tease, wearing short-shorts or skirts and no bra. Her sweet buns and nice titties were always on view, giving me boner anytime I saw her - and she knew it. At school, she was two grades ahead and hung out with the "cool" kids, but at home, we spent a lot of time together. "Come over after lunch tomorrow," she invited one Friday afternoon. "We can hang out." "Sure." "Oh, and my parents won't be home..."...

I first noticed how much Casey, the girl next door had changed. Her freshman year at Harvard had ended and she was home for the summer. One morning as I walked to my car, I heard, “Good morning, Officer Hunter.” I looked over, saw her standing there holding the morning paper in her hand. She was wearing a pair of very short shorts and a bikini top that revealed just enough to stir one’s fertile imagination. “Good morning,...

  Lying on my side, between my lovers, I feel Bruce climb out of bed. I have been dozing on and off all night in anticipation of this afternoon and Pam is sound asleep. Bruce is now moving about and then I hear him go to the master bathroom. When Bruce turns on the shower, I wait a moment and quietly slip out of bed so as to not wake Pam. I walk over to the shower and watch Bruce soap up his muscular torso, his eyes close...

"Mmm,mmm." I softly purr as I slowly awoke. Lying on my stomach and still waking, I lift my hips to the wonderful sensation.  "Oohh, Pam." I moan softly, raising my hips higher. She licks my slit, moving up slowly to my back door. Pam swirls her tongue around, wetting the brown eye and continues licking her way up my butt crack as she slips a finger in my ass. "I remember Ellie, slipping her thumb in your ass yesterday an...

  I am awakened by a knock on my bedroom door. "Connie, your mother and I have urgent business with a client in Boston. We will be gone for the next two days." I hear my father make his way downstairs and I hop out of bed. Throwing on my blue pajama bottoms and matching top, I scurry downstairs to the kitchen. Dad is sitting at the table, eating his breakfast and mom is fixing breakfast for us. I go over and kiss mom on t...

  I could not help but glance at Bruce’s large flaccid cock, coated in our love juices as we walk hand in hand to his yard for more fun in the sun. He opens the gate and there is Pamela, standing on a blanket near the lounge chair. She is licking my love juice from her finger. “Come and sit on the lounge chair, Connie.” As I walk over to the chair, Pam and Bruce embrace each other. I watch as their hands explore the conto...