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...

Steve sat on the terrace watching the tropical rain. It was roaring down making it hard to see the pool a few yards away. He knew it would flow over but there wasn’t anything he could do. The good thing was that the water would be cool. Normally it was warm like a bath and didn’t help much in the heat. He took a sip from his beer and lit another cigarette. Mimi, the labrador he was watching sauntered over and lay down at...

The irritated blonde girl deliberately smacked her lips together as she chewed her gum. She was angry but somehow she managed to look even cuter when she was. It was that very rare level of cute that let her get away with almost anything. And as she stood there chomping away in the clubhouse, Shannon could not have been more displeased. She sighed. "We have to do this again tomorrow?" Her cousin nodded emphatically. "Who...

"What are you doing here?" Yumiko asked. Penny knew she looked suspicious with her swollen cheeks and the way she was holding her hands up to her lips. She closed her eyes and gulped down the contents of her mouth. The slimy, disgusting liquid oozed down her throat. Penny couldn't help but cringe. She tried her best to look normal, to look like she hadn't just swallowed cum right in front of two other girls in a bathroom...

“What did you expect?” Greg dryly asked. I couldn’t answer, thanks to the heavy breathing and the tears. Fuck, I was pathetic right now. I sat on the closed toilet crying as Greg paced the room. He took my silence as an answer and added, “Stop treating this like all you have to do is be upfront and guys will flock to you or something.” He was so disconnected. He could have at least cared. “Fuck you,” I spat between tears....

I headed over to Bo’s house about 10 am on the first day of our summer vacation. He lived just a few blocks away. We’d spent every day of the last four summers in his pool. We both had just turned sixteen, Bo in April and me in February. So, this year I was driving my hand-me-down fifteen-year-old Jeep to his house instead of my bicycle. Bo and I met on the first day of sixth grade and found we had several classes togethe...