My Breast Friend

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t mind?’” Mandy gives me a look. “Just what I said, Josh. I’m not saying you should expect this’ll become an everyday thing, but,” she shrugs, “It’s your birthday. If you want to grope me some, you can.” “You want me to what? Just-- reach out, grab your boobs?” “Don’t …

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 …

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 …

Danielle

“Danielle?!” Her name bursts from me like an expletive. I spring up and clumsily cower behind the couch, as if the low blue cushions will save me from her. “What’re you doing here?” She’s standing in the doorway of the apartment, framed by the mid-day sun behind her, purse in one hand and reusable shopping …

Emma and the Contractors

She gathers her little five-pound weights and moves into the cardio, working up her heart rate. As she sucks down breath, her hair clings to her forehead and sweat trickles down her back. Her tits bounce as she lunges, her ass glistens in the mid-morning light, stretching tight.

Zeze

She was, technically, another total stranger. But she was dressed up all goth, too, and that was instant kinship. She’d rolled even deeper into the look than I, with her corset and corsage and little hat and burgundy perfectly-arranged hair and scattered piercings. She was bonkers hot -- tall and trim and busty and cute, her smirk confident and knowing, her big eyes inviting and expressive -- she was who I wished I could be.

Lucia

My fingers are interlocked with hers, our arms outstretched. My other hand rests on the small of her back. With her nod, I wrap my arm around her waist, careful not to touch her butt. Drawing from a confidence I do not feel, I pull her into me, so that our bodies are pressed together, so that her tits are squished against my chest.

Stacey

Mike watches her pull the wet garment off over her head, delighting in the pink tank top she’s got on, the cleavage it’s showing, her nipples poking through. He takes her wrist in his grip, guiding her hand to daub up water on his lap. Her cheeks are red with shame, her wet skirt clings to her skin. He points at her crotch. “Look, it’s everywhere,” he chastises her.

Martin’s Mom

Footsteps come down the hallway, and I look up, hoping for some guidance here, something to get me back on my footing. But instead of Martin, stepping out is this absolutely gorgeous woman. She’s dressed plainly, just a t-shirt and yoga pants, but she’s tan and cute and her smile is inviting and her eyes are glowing.