Autumn

She grabs a can, sits down cross-legged on the grass next to me. Her eyes are bright and her eyeliner dark, and she’s got this goofy, silly grin that rests on her lips. “I don’t know about your money woes, but I doubt your love woes could be worse than mine.”

The Cute Neighbor

My balcony is empty as always. But beyond that, across the lawns below bisected by the paved pathway, on the balcony of the buildings across from mine, I spot my neighbor. She’s leaning against the railing, sipping beer from a can, looking horrifically cute.

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.

Cammy

She watched me through a veneer of self-assuredness, a play at being secure in her self. I knew her well enough to see through it, to see how narrowly were steeled her nerves. For reasons I couldn’t guess at, she was anxious for my validation, was fearful she wouldn’t get it.

Bianca

“She ever wrap her lips around your thick shaft, look you in the eye, worship your dick with her tongue? Make you feel like a man?” Her fingers were drawing little circles on his leg through the fabric of his shorts.

Alyssa

“I was sitting here, in this exact spot, thinking about riding a fat cock, about how good it would feel inside me, shoved up in my pussy, splitting me open.” She stroked his bulge, the tent in his briefs growing higher and higher. “Do you like older women, Brad?”

Amy

“So I’m going upstairs,” Ian said, “Up to my room. You’re invited. In case you miss the taste of teenage cum. I’m big, and I keep my dick clean, shaved nice and trim. Or don’t follow me. Stay down here with your family. Keep it a fantasy. No big deal, I’m good either way.”

Dorothy

Dorothy saw him breathing heavy now. She wanted to push him over his self-imposed threshold, make him take the first move. “Is that what you want, Mr. Johnson? A girl who reminds you that you’re a healthy, strong, man who takes what he wants, when he wants it? Is that what you are, Mr. Johnson? A man? Or are you going to go home and masturbate?”