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 …

Victory Lap

I try out for the team on a whim, a lark. I'm so bad, it’s almost a joke. Yet I make the squad somehow, barely, the defensive coach admitting I’m there only because they need extra bodies during practice. But barely on the team still means I’m on the team, so there I am on …

Open Positions

When Wendy stops by my desk first thing in the morning and throughout the day and last thing before she leaves, even though I’m not her boss I think she’s just doing her job, checking in how she can help. When she smiles at me and brings me from the shop in the lobby cups …

Friendship is about Trust

We’re five drinks in, and our conversation turns to sexual exploits the same way it always does when we’re getting drunk together late at night. “Wait, for real?” I’m saying, “I thought people only did that in porn. You and Mike really do that?” “You’ve got no idea, Alyssa,” she says, spilling her hands into …

A Fresh Start [part 1]

College is a fresh start, they say. A chance to reinvent myself, I’ve been told, to forget who I thought I was as a child and become something different, something new, something better. The promise of spending time with interesting people debating interesting ideas, making interesting things. I keep the door to my dorm room …

Early riser

A yawn, a stretch, a series of blinks, and I fumble off my bed and onto the floor and stretch up tall, hands over my head, and work the kinks from my limber self. The baggy t-shirt hangs loose and low on me, something I stole from my dad’s closet before moving out, a memento. …

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, …