Jake’s POV:The night of the bonfire, right after I dropped Danny off at his house, I drove straight to mine and parked the car in the driveway. I went inside the house and I saw all the lights were off, which meant my mom was asleep. I quickly but silently went up the stairs, into my room and closed the door behind me. I started taking my clothes off, leaving just my underwear on, and I flopped down on the bed. I thought...

Jake entered the room first, a studio Airbnb, away from prying eyes and listening ears, letting Erica close the door behind them, as they took in the room. A king-sized bed. A desk with two reasonably comfortable-looking chairs. Coffee, tea, mini fridge. Erica came from behind and slid her hands beneath their shirt, fondling their belly, their soft hair, giving their nipples a tweak just sharp enough to make them hiss an...

That Friday evening in early spring, I should have been happy. I was a junior in college, with excellent grades and a large circle of friends. But as Arden and I closed up the bookstore at a little after nine, I couldn't hide my despondency. Though I'd been unfailingly pleasant and helpful to customers since I'd showed up for work earlier that afternoon, I knew my boss sensed something was wrong. Yet he waited until we we...

I didn’t see Cindy again until Monday at school. She was friendly but never mentioned our date. I became convinced that I was just another check mark on the list of boys she had teased. I couldn’t complain. I had felt the naked tits of the hottest girl in school and sucked her nipples. That memory alone would provide hours and hours of masturbation fantasies. On Thursday, Cindy stopped me in the hallway and asked if I cou...

"I don't think he's going to last much longer," the doctor told the family gathered around the bedside. "His breathing is forced. He doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings. I'm sorry." "Cindy Vanderhoff..." They turned to look at the old man who had just mumbled this name. His eyes fluttered and then opened. He looked around the room like he was searching for someone. "Cindy Vanderhoff..." he repeated in a raspy whi...

Holding my blouse together, I moved to sit on Darren's couch. Carter, meanwhile, remained standing, as if waiting for permission to join me. With a shy smile, I granted it. "Darren likes to rest his head on my lap while we do this, but if you'd prefer another way..." "No, that's perfect," Carter quickly assured me, "as long as you're comfortable." Moments later, he laid his head down on the pillow I'd placed in my lap. I...

Though I was still plenty aroused when Darren left, I was also exhausted. I decided to go to bed early, and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep drew me into its welcome oblivion. Because of Darren, I wouldn't lie awake all night worrying about my future. I slept so soundly that I didn't hear him enter my apartment the next morning. Only when he sat down on the edge of my bed did my eyes open. It was still dark...

From his apartment directly below mine, Darren must have heard me crying. Clueless as to how loud my sobbing was, I was surprised when he knocked on my door at a little after seven that evening. Though we'd been neighbors for more than a year, he and I remained mere acquaintances. Answering his gentle knock, I peered out at him through swollen eyes. The acute distress overwhelming me at that moment made it impossible to f...