Secret crush Stories

As soon as I rang Sean's apartment doorbell, I knew there was no turning back from what I was about to do. I wouldn't allow myself to lose my nerve. But in those seconds before he answered, I grew lightheaded from anxiety. Running a hand through my mop of dark curls, I again silently rehearsed what I planned to say. When Sean opened the door, his smile made me feel like I was on a rollercoaster, with my stomach in free fa...

Brandi flopped down on the bed, depleted and satisfied. She realized her shirt and panties were stretched and drenched beyond repair, but she didn’t give a shit. She looked back at her roommate, her compact gymnastic-level body still dressed in the cutest black lace. “Thanks for the finger fuck.” Brandi giggled at Jill and Ben. “Look at you, so easy to please.” Jill heckled back, “I haven’t even let Ben stretch out that t...

I came upon you sneaking a bite of late breakfast. You stood behind the shop counter, a hand lifted to your mouth. With your lips politely closed, you still managed a conspiratorial smile. I figured you weren't supposed to be eating outside your break time, and you were quick to place the blueberry muffin on a counter shelf below you, out of my sight. By that point, you knew me. Well, knew of me, at least. I came into the...

The pickup truck cruised alongside me as I walked home from the bus stop. Glancing over at the vehicle, I saw the driver push back the visor of his ballcap. His leer was unmistakable. "Hey, sweetheart, need a ride?" the man called. I looked straight ahead once more and picked up my pace. "Come on, don't be like that!" the truck's passenger hollered. "There's plenty of room in here for the three of us." I swallowed hard, f...

I sat in Clint's living room, trying not to roll my eyes as he sent his girlfriend yet another text. The two of them had been squabbling about something dumb all afternoon, and though Abby was working at her part-time job, she managed to keep her side of the argument going strong. I'd long since grown bored of the drama, but my mood brightened when I glanced at the clock. "Hey, your mom will be home soon, right?" I asked...

I stare at the commit message: Reverted Jane's changes. Done by Mark, timestamped from the evening before. Mark has done some things that drive me crazy, but this takes the cake. I see him across the office, standing around laughing with some people, so I leave my desk and interrupt the conversation, “Hey Mark, could I talk to you for a sec?” He responds with an offhand, “Sure.” I try to rein in my anger as I lead the way...