This is the third chapter in an ongoing story. However, the chapters more or less stand alone. The air conditioner on my old Honda Prelude had died along with the radio, and now I was soaking in the last breaths of the cold air. Just before the temperature in that hot box became unbearable, a pale girl on a bicycle appeared, my salvation. “Jesus Tabitha, you said you'd be home 2 hours ago. I'm gonna need a jump now,” I co...

My appreciation of male seed is directly proportionate to my arousal. About five minutes down the road the my post-orgasmic fugue had passed, and I no longer felt like a dirty girl, just a messy one. I pulled off the interstate and found a secluded spot behind a fast food place to change. I flipped my once red halter top over my head as quickly as I could releasing an offensive cloud of dried sperm from the crusted fabric...

“Well, maybe we should practice?” Claire wrinkled her nose a bit as she laughed. “Are you serious?” “Of course! You're in high school, Claire. Any guy is going to expect you to know how to french kiss. You don't want to embarrass yourself tomorrow night.” “I guess,” Claire said, yet unconvinced, “but it isn't my fault I've been going to an all girls school for 8 years. He knows my situation. He knows I just moved to town...

I ground my foot into the faded welcome mat, scratching the cement porch as it pivoted. The midday sun beat on the open back of my halter top, but I was sweating even before I stepped out of my car. My excitement had billowed over the hour long drive and peaked as I had knocked on the worn door of this college apartment. Now, however, that excitement turned to uncertainty. Two polite knocks had elicited no response, and I...