Though our bed was small, I managed to keep plenty of space between me and Brandon. We lay in the darkness, pointedly ignoring the noise from the apartment next door. A headboard smacked relentlessly against the other side of our bedroom wall, and I recognized Whitney's voice crying out, "Harder! Harder!" Her husband, Banks, issued fervent grunts while obeying her demand. This was a nightly occurrence, and one I'd grown u...

It was a chilly night late in December. I was out caroling with a group. Although some in the group were good enough singers, others, like Carol, were less musically inclined. But everyone was enjoying it. Carol was a pretty, tallish, well-proportioned blonde. What she lacked in singing talent, she made up for in enthusiasm. As I would soon learn, Carol did everything enthusiastically. Unfortunately, right at the moment,...

It was always good to get to Homecoming. A weekend of just living the college life again, seeing old friends, and hopefully watching the team win. One friend I hadn't seen in a while was Carla. Carla was a bubbly, sweet, intelligent woman who liked to drink wine. I had always found her attractive. She had been a cheerleader all through high school and college. She had that cheerleader build—long legs, ample bust, strong,...

To all appearances, she was the "good girl," the purest of the pure. Charmaine was the one who didn't drink or smoke or do any drugs. Her idea of a wild night was overdosing on orange soda. She was teasingly called the only girl who could get drunk on orange soda. If I had been asked which of my female friends was certain not to have sex before marriage, it would be Charmaine. She wasn't "that kind of girl." Everyone saw...

It was a cold February night. Lisa and I had only been together for a few days. She was a friend of a friend who had left school due to illness and when she returned, I had organized a "Welcome Back Lisa" party. After I walked her home, she had insisted on kissing me. "Thanks for the party," she said. "I'll see you." Since that night, we had spent every evening together, but nothing had happened. Now it looked like it mig...

I was walking down Main Street when she appeared. I hadn't seen Elaine there until she stepped in front of me. "Kiss me," she said. I'll admit, I was caught off guard. How many times does a girl stop you on the street to ask you to kiss her? I looked around. There was a group of people standing nearby, including her brothers. "Right here?" I said. "In front of all these people?" "Sure," said Elaine. "Why not?" I had notic...

Many of you may think it’s a loser’s way of finding a compatible mate, but I found someone very special on an online dating site. It wasn’t on one of those standard, fill out a questionnaire type sites. It was a site designed to allow singles, couples, and groups to ‘hook up’ for some specific physical activity. Being over forty years old, I have long tired of the bar dating scene and was looking for someone near my age t...

He always kind of knew what he liked seeing on a woman once she entered a room. That never seemed to change. Michael, having moved up in his company two years later, was still single at the age of 31, but in truth he did not care that he was. He’d had his share of women, not that it was his goal, but to be with a special woman such as his cousin Ellen he told himself was something rather different. There were others. He r...