After Mr. Peters’ class in which the boys provided samples of sperm for Miss Harding, Penny had been wanting to get Teddy alone. She was waiting for him when he came out of Miss Harding’s Human Biology class, but he was not in a good mood. Miss Harding had used the sperm samples for the class, as she had said she would, but he found the whole experience to be embarrassing and frustrating. He had been paired with Sally Embretson, who found the exercise disgusting, and when she learned that the sperm they were studying was in fact Teddy’s, she almost had a fit. Miss Harding settled her down, but Sally continued to make derogatory Click to read more
As much as Travis wanted to answer her naughty, beckoning gesture, he couldn’t decide whether or not her smile touched her eyes. Temptation exuded from every aspect of her: the dark hair cascading down her bared shoulders, the tip of her tongue touching her full, red lips, the way one arm held the fabric of her bra to her chest while the other reached out for him… at least, he thought her bra was still partly on. The black plastic board in the magazine rack covered up the rest.
It wasn’t such a big deal to buy it. He was old enough to do it legally. Hell, he was very nearly old enough to drink legally. He’d tried that at Click to read more
She was gorgeous. Her black hair was straight and smooth and hung like a silk curtain over her shoulders. Her face was a work of art, with high cheekbones and luminous eyes. Her light skin was soft and unblemished. Even her name was uniquely gorgeous… ”Cherys” (pronounced Sheh-REESE, her parents were hippies or something).
She was nineteen, in the full flower of youth with her best years still ahead of her. And despite her young age, I couldn’t help but think of her already as a woman. She had full curves perched around the tightness only a teenager possesses. Hers was a body that would be the envy of any model in the nude Click to read more
More than two years before I’d met Natalia through a mutual friend, and after nearly six months of almost intolerable teasing I finally got her to go out with me. That wasn’t easy to go through either; it was our fourth date before she even kissed me, and that was on the cheek.
More than a few times over the course of the courtship that I considered giving it up. Each time though, I’d see a picture of her, smell another woman wearing her perfume, or even worse, hear her voice and that amazing accent somehow. Then I’d be hooked again. Addicted to this 5’3 Russian brunette that lived on coffee and video games.
He was asleep again.
Shireen Nazarova put her book of Farsi poems on the floor and looked to the bed, where he lay. Darkness covered the window in the tiny room, and beyond it, crisp winter air, fields of snow and ice, rocky summits rising like ramparts into a moonless sky. The only light came from the bedside lamp, which cast an amber glow onto his face. She could sit here for hours. All night, if she dared, just gazing at him.
Sometimes he cried out in his sleep. Words she couldn’t understand. Some of them sounded like names. At night they stabbed through her dreams and brought her to the doorway, where she watched him toss Click to read more
”There is an opportunity available, for anyone who is interested, to spend this time volunteering at a Nursing Home in lieu of attending this class,” the senior high school teacher announced. ”You will receive full course credit upon completion of a mid-semester and end-semester research paper involving interpersonal relationships. Would anyone like to take antage of this offer that has so kindly been extended by the Guidance Counselor’s office? If you would, please see me after class.”
When the bell that announced the end of the last period rang, most of the class quickly vacated the room and streamed towards Click to read more
Louisa blinked at the steps leading up to her house. They didn’t wobble under her feet, nor did they squeak.
Inside, a wonderful aroma wafted from the kitchen. She stood for a moment, eyes closed, inhaling the smell of fresh bread. Was this some kind of dream? If so, let it continue!
Richard appeared in the doorway, wiping his hands on a dish cloth. His bear hug and passionate kiss made her senses swim. It was no dream. He really did live here, and he really was good with his hands … in more ways than one.
”Hmmmmmmm.” He released her from his kiss, but kept one arm securely locked around her waist. She looked up at him. Click to read more
II. Lasagna Confessions
Their kiss at the doorstep had been a promising surprise. Not that anything was certain to happen, thought Jason, but a kiss was a better start than shaking hands. During the day, while pondering about tonight, shaking hands had been his worst image.
A sexy pair of brown leather pants clad around her butt. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her body as she walked in front of him. Ellen moved with the same unusual elegance that had mesmerized him before, when he would secretly watch her at university. Her missing leg swung subtly as she walked, covered by the supple leather around the stump’s contours. She wasn’t wearing a shoe. Click to read more