Hey honey, how's your day been? Oh and thank you for the red rose, that was so sweet. You must have sneaked into class very early; I hope no one saw you. Okay, you were discreet, that's good. I bet you didn't think we would be meeting again so soon, uh? To tell you the truth, hooking up with you really excites me. I love the power I have over you and the effect I know I have on you. I imagine there's nothing you wouldn't...

When I arrived at the steps below the town library, I honestly didn't think you would turn up. Your grades have been good this term, which is no mean feat judging by how much I must occupy your thoughts. I figured in the end that you would just get cold feet. It's not so many years since I was sixteen and I understand it's a tricky time. But if we were going to do this, I guess Valentine's was as good a day as any. I woul...

Sarah stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding—both fear and anticipation in her stomach. At just over 5’, while not as tall as she would like to be her slim, petite body was one she was proud of. She would have liked bigger boobs, but was hoping they would still fill out a little more over the next couple of years and even so, on her holiday in Spain last year she was not short of attention from boys. Her school...

I woke up with a dry mouth and a disgustingly sour taste on my tongue. In the bathroom, I tried to drink away the nasty feeling but my throat was so raspy from the dehydration—almost sticky—that I had to force down the first two or three sips past the soreness. As bad of an idea looking in the mirror was, I decided I didn't care. My hair looked as if a firecracker had gone off right in my face and I won't mention the obvi...

“But, Mooommm,” the way I stressed the last 'm', the tone came out a lot whinier than I had intended. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm sixteen!” We were standing in the doorway, my parents ready to leave. “Our point exactly,” she shot back routinely. Dad was standing next to her, his suitcase in hand, hardly able to hide his knowing, devilish sneer. “We're gone for two weeks for some quality couple time and you need someon...

I knocked on the door to Tanner’s house. We were supposed to meet up for a tutoring session. Tanner was a senior in one of my American history classes and I begrudgingly agreed to provide him some tutoring at his house, after school, provided, of course, his parents agreed. “My mother says it’s OK,” Tanner had told me only hours before. So, as I stood there, having knocked on the door twice, I was sadly disappointed when...

The way the movement of the car made her breasts jiggle was turning Reggie on. They had pulled off the highway onto a bumpy street lined with construction vehicles and orange cones and barrels and signs reflecting from the city lights and the headlights. His dad Mikus was cursing at all the bumps as he drove the car. From the passenger side, Alice touched her new husband’s lap to calm him. Reggie was thanking God for ever...

My sister Kate and I were seventeen, twins, and in our junior year of high school. That's where our similarities ended. She was popular, athletic, outgoing, and had lots of friends. I was her polar opposite: nerdy, socially awkward, only a handful of friends. Pretty much irrelevant in our school's world. The only thing I knew I had going for me right from day one of high school was my brain. I was smart. Really smart. Top...

“And that will be all for today guys.” Lisa addressed the group of students cheerfully, making sure to smile and nod at each one reassuringly.“Make she you look over the poems we discussed, especially you Dagon.” She awkwardly smiled at the gigantic wall of jock that was Dagon.“I’ll think about it teach.” Dagon said this over his shoulder as he made his way back to the center of his ‘fan club.' The moment he crossed the t...

This is a story about a boy I helped with his virginity. I’m writing it from the boy’s perspective with some help from my hubby.My name is Craig, and this is the story of how I lost my virginity. I’m 17 and in my junior year of high school. Most would consider me a nerd, yes I’m on the chess team, and yes I get excellent grades. To no one’s surprise I have not had is a girlfriend or a date. I’m about 5’ 11” brown hair, an...

Ms. Wrey was my civics teacher and as hard as I tried to not stare at her best assess while sitting on the front row of her class, I just couldn’t help myself. I’m pretty sure every guy in the class, and maybe even a few ladies, enjoyed her sex appeal. Her dress was never overtly provocative. She made sure to stay within the boundaries set by the school district, but the way she moved about in the classroom, left no doubt...

Ms. Wey went by the name of Haeli, but I knew her as Nicole, at least that was the name she said she preferred. I first met Ms. Wey, I mean Nicole, when I was a senior at Westlake and she was my civics teacher. I knew the moment I stepped into the classroom, I had to have her. She had a body built for sex. Nicole was about twenty-six and had Playboy model looks. Standing about five foot six with long flowing dark brown ha...

Short white socks round ankles gathered, Legs akimbo, you’re hot and bothered Am I your date or just your slut? Someone to meet, to use and fuck You keep me back in every class, You say it’s work, but you want my ass I’m kept all sweet with lots of gifts, I’m never late with all the lifts Ever ready, a glance at the clock, The lunch bell rings, it’s time for cock! Back seat of your car or in the paper store, You know I’m...