Room Inspection

It’s quiet in the residence hall, what with the Academy’s classes having ended for the day. A little too quiet. I glance at my door, at the little window there. Through it I glimpse perfect bronze waves of her hair milliseconds before she bursts through. “Petey! Up to no good, I presume?” I scramble, jumping …

Caught Perving

I’m upstairs in the sanctity of my own bedroom having myself a little jerk-off session when the door slams open and in storm my mom’s two friends, Amy Claire and Danielle Cheng. “What’re you doing?!” I yell at them, scrambling to grab the blanket to cover myself, tripping over the leg of table as I …

She’s no prize

My bed is cozy and warm and soft and wonderful and I don’t know why someone would interrupt this by ringing my doorbell most rudely at six-oh-something in the morning. I pull out my phone to check the doorbell camera and see her car parked on my driveway, see her standing on my porch anxiously …

I’m the girl next door

He’s got his big white pickup truck on his driveway backed up to his garage, the tailgate down as he slides a heavy duffel onto the bed. His muscles flex as he works, clearly up for the task, capable of moving luggage and much, much more. Noah bought the house next door last year, him …

Costume Play

“It’s not too slutty, is it?” Erika has walked over from the kitchen dressed up like a schoolgirl, posing in between me and my TV with her ass out and flexing up tight, her shoulders twisted and head turned so she can almost see down her backside. And her outfit -- the pumps pushing her …

Lap Dances and other Bad Ideas

“I don’t know, man,” I say, sitting back on the stool, shaking my head, “It’s not something I really like to do, you know?” My cousin Joaquin leans in, nodding, “I do know. That’s why I think it’ll be good for you. Change your scenery. Get yourself a little ‘feminine attention.’ It’ll be fun, man, …

Performance Issues

“It says here you’re recently an adult, Michael. Congratulations! So then, are you working?” I ask him, making smalltalk, trying to put him at ease, “Or taking any classes?” “A-- a few,” the young man mumbles, shifting uncomfortably on the paper-covered bench. The medical smock barely covers him, a thin and threadbare tear of fabric …

Kelsey’s First Day

“You could make pretty good money, you know, spending your summer working at the resort,” her big sister’s best friend Ashley told her last December at a holiday party, “It’s a bitch of a drive down the coast to this place you probably never even noticed, hidden between these big dunes, but rich people love …

Julian

“Julian,” I announce as my son’s friend sits down beside me. Not so close that he’s touching, but not so far away that he couldn’t. “Don’t start.” “Don’t start what?” he feigns innocence, “I’m just being friendly, Charlotte. I just want to say ‘hi’ and ask how your day was.” I sigh, give him a wary glance. He’s tall and broad young man, athletic in build ever since he gave up spending all his free time painting miniatures and started dedicating it towards water polo. “So then ask,” I say, “But be quick about it. I’m going to bed in a minute.” “You need someone to tuck you in, Charlotte?”

Taking care of the babysitter

Rounding the corner past our kitchen, I pause at the threshold into the next room. Helene’s leaning over the couch that’s facing our TV, bag in her hand, packing away her stuff. In yoga pants and a t-shirt that are practical if a touch snug, I brace for the guilt I get from checking her out, but I do it anyway. She’s slender, tight, toned, and I drink it in while I can. Goddam do I need to get laid. When her eye catches mine, I grin and say, “The kids weren’t any trouble, were they?”