The noise didn’t just fill the house. It invaded it. Bass lines rumbled through floorboards like distant artillery. The kind you feel before you hear. Windows hummed. Floor joists muttered, like they’d had enough. By the stairs, a kid looked one breath away from surrender. He’d clapped his hands over his ears and fled like a hostage released from a nightclub-themed hostage crisis. The floors clung to shoes and memories. E...

Moriah left the audition feeling a whirlwind of emotions, her heart heavy with disappointment. She had given her all, pouring every bit of her soul into her performance. But the feedback left her feeling conflicted. She was praised for her talent, her look, her distinct voice, and her undeniable stage presence, but there was a catch. They wanted more. More than she knew if she could give. “Outstanding talent, great voice,...

Gretchen stood behind the counter in the Amish market-golden hair tucked neatly under a crisp, white kapp, striking blue eyes scanning the busy room, a mixture of faces so familiar, a mixture of outsiders so inquisitive. Her shapely figure was appreciatively glanced at as she moved between tables, though she remained quite unconscious of any possible effect on anyone. A little taller than the average, and with long legs,...

Carla had already arrived for Homecoming when I got there. I ran into her as I was checking in. "Hi," she said sweetly, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Hi," I said. Carla smiled. "I don't think you're going to need a separate room," she said, chuckling. "Come on." She nodded and waved in the direction of the hallway. I looked at the front desk person, shrugged, picked up my bag, and followed her. Her pretty eyes spark...

"I'm really having a great time," Dorothy said, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at me. "I'm glad we decided to do this." "So am I," I replied, taking her hand. The getaway was the first weekend we'd had all to ourselves since we first slept together. It gave us plenty of time just to be together and enjoy each other. I glanced at Dorothy. I was seeing her in a new way since that night. Even when I first met her, she wa...

I awoke, a little blurry, to see Carla standing naked, her back to me. The first thing I noticed was her round, well-shaped ass. I yawned and stretched. Sweet Carla turned her head slightly. She was grinning. "Good morning," I said. "How are you?" "Great!" Carla said. "A little sore, but great. We really went at it last night!" She giggled. "Yeah, we sure did," I said. "Did you have as much fun as I did?" Carla said. "Wel...

Nobody thought Mary was a virgin. I certainly didn't. She certainly didn't dress the part, and the way she carried herself with a little sway and a good bit of confidence seemed to indicate a well-experienced woman. I had long found her attractive, but never really gotten to know her more than casually. We had been in a couple of classes together but hadn't gotten much beyond hello. Mary was tall and lanky, taller than so...

I was quietly walking along, enjoying a warm, sunny day. As I turned and entered my residence hall, I was informed that I had a phone call. I picked up the phone. "Hello," I said. "Hi," said my lifelong friend Belinda. She sounded a little anxious. "Hi," I said. "What's up? Is everything OK?" "Can you get here?" Belinda asked. "I need some help." "Help?" I asked, though I pretty much knew what Belinda meant. "Yeah," Belin...

It was a bit crisp with a chill in the air when I arrived for another Homecoming. I was looking forward to socializing, attending a few parties, and generally reconnecting with old friends. It promised to be a fun weekend. I arrived and headed straight for the first-night party. The drinks were flowing and the music was playing. I grabbed a beer. I was chatting with a few friends when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Hi!" sa...

Dorothy was excited about our weekend getaway. She had been excitedly talking to me about it all week. Of course, no one else was to know that it was happening. I had arranged to meet her at the shopping center about a quarter of a mile from her apartment. I was sitting in the car waiting when I saw her coming. She wore black pants and a grey sweater and a very big smile. Dorothy hopped in. Her eyes sparkled. "Hi," she sa...

Dorothy always looked good in red. She liked to dress up for Sunday morning. This particular Sunday, she wore a bright red dress, about knee length, with red shoes. Dorothy and I had agreed to spend the rest of the day together. We arrived at my place. As we entered, I kissed my girlfriend passionately. I had recently begun to see a whole new side of her. Our lips met. Dorothy inserted her tongue in my mouth. She loosened...

I was attracted to Janet the first time I saw her. She had a short dark blonde bob, stood about medium height, thin, and well proportioned, with rounded breasts, a nice, well-rounded butt, and intense eyes. She had a pretty face and a pretty smile. Janet was wearing a navy blue dress with a hem just above the knee. It was very modest, but sexy, and it highlighted her features. I saw her walking along and moved in her dire...

It was a chilly night late in December. I was out caroling with a group. Although some in the group were good enough singers, others, like Carol, were less musically inclined. But everyone was enjoying it. Carol was a pretty, tallish, well-proportioned blonde. What she lacked in singing talent, she made up for in enthusiasm. As I would soon learn, Carol did everything enthusiastically. Unfortunately, right at the moment,...

The sun poked through Dorothy's bedroom window. She still slept naked next to me, her head resting softly on my arm. I smiled as I looked at her. It had been quite a night for both of us. I slipped my arm out from underneath her and I rose. I put on my underpants and shirt and made my way to the kitchen. I began looking through the kitchen for some coffee and a coffee maker. I must have made more noise than I thought, bec...

I must admit, the lady surprised me. Dorothy was one of those hard nuts -- lovely, sweet, and perhaps a little bit repressed. Although she was thirty, just getting her to hold hands or kiss me (other than a peck on the cheek) took repeated effort. She could be a lot of fun, except for her apparent fear of anything even slightly sexual. But gradually, she had gotten over some of the most basic things: a kiss, holding hands...