It had been two weeks since that fateful night I babysat for the Holt's. I was still trying to process what happened, and what it meant. For the first eighteen years of my life, I had never thought about having sex with a man; I thought I was 100% straight. For the first time in my life, I masturbated thinking about a man. In fact, since that night all I had masturbated to was Mr. Holt. I hadn't heard anything more from t...

I grew up in a small town in New England in the 1980's. The homes were small colonials on large wooded lots. Everyone knew their neighbors and kids grew up with a sense of innocence. Porn was the underwear section of the Sears catalogue, and anything other than heterosexual sex was not talked about. At eighteen, I still lived with my parents, while my sister had gone off to college a few years earlier. I liked girls and h...

It had been five minutes since Mrs. Holt left, but that felt like a lifetime ago. I was in Mr. Holt's bedroom impatiently waiting for him to come upstairs. I looked at myself in the mirror and examined what I saw. Long blonde hair, eye shadow that accented my blue eyes, blush that brought out my cheekbones, and red lipstick that made my lips look pouty. My black lace camisole and black leather skirt clung to my body, and...