The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the empty Secondary 4 classroom, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. It was after school, and the air was thick with the stale scent of chalk dust and teenage sweat. Ryan, a wiry, cocky boy with a smirk that could cut glass, leaned against the teacher’s desk, arms crossed. His eyes were locked on Ethan, the nerdy kid hunched over his textbooks at the back of the room, obl...

The space beneath Abbie’s desk was stifling, drenched in shadows and heat, but she barely noticed. In one sense, the world was shut out; in another, her entire world was right here, in the stiff weight of John against her tongue, and in the thrill of knowing her mouth was unraveling him piece by trembling piece. She took him deeper, savoring the velvety heat of his cock as it slid through her lips and filled her mouth com...

John leaned back on the unmade bed of his dorm room. The faint sounds of the campus buzzed outside—yet it was the stillness of the room that held his focus. Abbie stood by the desk, and the air seemed to thrum with anticipation as her fingers toyed the edge of her skirt. She was subtly beautiful in a way that would catch anyone off guard. Red hair spilled over her shoulders, and the fiery strands caught the dim light to m...

Eric sat at the small kitchen table in their shared apartment, eyes glued to his laptop screen. It was another late night, and he was trying to finish a paper due the next morning. His mind wandered, as it often did when he was stressed, and inevitably, it wandered to her. Jenna. His twenty-one-year-old roommate. Blonde, tan, athletic, and effortlessly sexy in a way that drove him crazy without her even trying. She wasn’t...

I had been tutoring Chris in Math for several months. I'm 18, studying at college. A little short, and a bit chubby, but I am thankfully blessed with huge tits and my mom’s blonde hair. Chris, on the other hand, is quite different. He's part of the football program. He is muscular and very tall. His black skin has always been something I found hard to resist. Over time, we had become friends, but today felt different. Chr...

Elliot was the quintessential nerd: thick glasses perpetually sliding down his nose, a face framed by untamed curls, and a wardrobe that screamed practicality over style. He spent most of his days buried in his work, coding away at algorithms or tinkering with his next big invention. Socially, he was an island, content in his solitude--until she moved in next door. Chloe was the walking definition of trouble. Young, vivac...

It was a late afternoon, and the library was hushed as always, a haven of solitude and well-worn books. Jamie hunched over his stack of notes, earbuds tucked in as he struggled to focus on the chaos of equations splayed out on his laptop. The shy, nervous nineteen-year-old had barely left his seat all day, pushing through with dedication and discipline that bordered on compulsive. After all, who else would willingly spend...

"Cheng?" a boy's voice called through the door. "Are you awake?" The thick Korean girl didn't look up from her book. "It's Lynn," he said. "She's, uh, ready for bed." Cheng flipped a page. The boy was quiet for a moment, then spoke up more politely. "So, can we come in?" "Do you know what time it is?" Cheng growled. "I, well—she's getting heavy. Please?" The book slammed shut. Cheng grunted, adjusted her pajama bottoms, a...

Keisha had saved them. She wrapped herself in a towel and leaped down the stairs to head off her sister. Whatever she said, it must have been enough to still Aaliyah's curiosity. The trudging of her loud, angry feet over the hardwood steps stopped. Then, after a brief conversation, they could be heard descending the stairs and drifting away. Keisha though, disappeared with her, leaving the two nervous white girls to thems...

The voices outside died away. Keisha patted Jennifer just above the light tuft of hair under her panties. "You want to hear a secret?" she asked in a deviant voice. "W-w-what?" "I'm glad." "You're glad? About what? That your sister is having a terrible night? Oh my God, Keesh! That's horrible!" Keisha's fingers found the small patch of hair, they zeroed in on it and caressed it. "I know, I know, but it's just nice—for onc...

Aaliyah was the popular one. She hung out with all the cool kids, she was good at sports, and her teachers adored her—some of them too much. It was her personality that did it, that separated her from her shy, introverted nerd of a sister. There was no other explanation for it; they were identical twins. By the time they were seventeen, the void between them had grown so wide that Keisha was afraid if she ever tried to cr...

Five days later I find myself in a supermarket. What more do I need? It feels like I have forgotten something. I hate that feeling when being in the supermarket. Kind of knowing that I must have forgotten something, but not being sure. I hate to use grocery lists. Having a grocery list makes me feel too much like a grandma. Well, looking at my cart, I've collected a lot of stuff. I should have everything. At least all the...

Whatever Morgan and I had planned to do that night, it was thrown away. Swiftly, it was replaced with the both of us gathered around Morgan’s phone, FaceTiming with a blubbering, panicked Taylor. “I don’t know what he’s going to do,” Taylor cried over the phone. “I’m such a fucking wreck.” “We’ll get through this. Being as calm as you can will help you so much,” Morgan instructed in her stern tone she took when she was ta...

We decided to skip the photo lab after class. It was just too hot, and the idea of a dip in the lake sounded good. Claudia, Christoph, and I met up by the shore. He with his bike, me with my proudest possession, an old Mercedes. Just another guy who had a driving license before ever having a girlfriend. Claudia rode with me. We were the three photo geeks in class who gave old Mr Gruber the feeling that the world was still...

"Not quite the Orient Express," I think as I gaze out onto the busy platform. Instead of truffles and filet mignon, I see the railway staff loading sandwiches, poutine and donuts. I had arrived early to secure a window seat, but this is not air travel, so the carriage is hardly full. Glancing at the tablet next to me, it looks like I will be rereading Dune Messiah, seeing as the movie has put me in a spicy mood. Just as t...