I peeped from over my book as my best friend Jaime Winters set the black travel bag on her bed and went to the drawer to remove a few pieces of underwear. With long, wavy red hair, green eyes, and freckles plastered upon her face like stars, she commanded attention wherever she went. Her breasts were small but her nipples were always erect, no matter the temperature. She once coaxed me into suckling those gorgeous nipples...

As I left my home and sprinted towards my jeep this morning, I sighted two u-hauls across the street. Two pairs of bulky movers were carrying furniture and appliances into the house that has been unoccupied for months. Behind the trucks, a gray vehicle was parked. Just then, a slender, middle-aged Caucasian man stepped out of the car and came around to the passenger side. He opened the door and a striking brown-skinned wo...

I stopped brushing my hair and gazed at my reflection. Today I turned twenty-three, and I've never had sex. Yes, I've gotten and performed oral on my previous boyfriend, but I was a bit nervous to go all the way. My best friend Tiana says that I don't know what I'm missing, and in some ways I guess that she's right. Inhaling deeply, I put the memory of my last attempt at sex at the back of my memory and continued combing...

"Charlotte Lambert, will you be quick and get your caramel ass back in here! The movie is about to begin girl!" I heard my best friend whine as I exited the bathroom. "What are you now, the bathroom monitor? I didn't know that I was on a timer?" I uttered to her in annoyance as I strolled into the colorful and spacious living room. "You are so fucking impatient, bitch. I wasn't even gone for five minutes, and you're alrea...

Placing the freshly washed plate in the drainer, I dried my hands and pulled the kitchen curtain to gaze at my ridiculously handsome neighbor, who was just stepping out of his car. I had noticed him for years, but we have never interacted. I'm positively sure he doesn't know that I existed. Ugghh. He appeared to be in his late forties, early fifties. He looked to be in perfect health, with a body to die for. I often wonde...

I hated coming back here. This town held so many bad memories for me. I promised myself that I'd never return after the scene that occurred from my last visit. But here I am, driving through this fucking rain, to attend a wedding of the woman who hated me. How can a person blame their child, their flesh, and their blood for the shape that their body got after childbirth? My mother, that's who. Fast forward a few years lat...