It was a sunny, crisp Saturday morning. I yawned and opened my eyes. Turning my head, I saw my lovely friend Carla lying naked, her brown hair falling softly on her bare back. She was grinning. She stretched and yawned. "Good morning," I said. I kissed her on the back of the neck. She jumped ever so slightly. "Mmmm," she said. I began to kiss her bare back. She started a bit. "Mmmm," she said again. Carla turned over. I k...

It was always good to get to Homecoming. A weekend of just living the college life again, seeing old friends, and hopefully watching the team win. One friend I hadn't seen in a while was Carla. Carla was a bubbly, sweet, intelligent woman who liked to drink wine. I had always found her attractive. She had been a cheerleader all through high school and college. She had that cheerleader build—long legs, ample bust, strong,...

To all appearances, she was the "good girl," the purest of the pure. Charmaine was the one who didn't drink or smoke or do any drugs. Her idea of a wild night was overdosing on orange soda. She was teasingly called the only girl who could get drunk on orange soda. If I had been asked which of my female friends was certain not to have sex before marriage, it would be Charmaine. She wasn't "that kind of girl." Everyone saw...

It's been my experience that Catholic girls tend to be really hot in bed, if you can get them in bed. They tend to approach sex with a vibrancy and vitality that explodes. But they can be very difficult to get into bed. Betty Ann was a good example of this. She would flirt hard, but she was seriously opposed to premarital sex. She was going to be a nun. For now, though, she worked for the phone company. Betty Ann took a s...

It had been a couple of days since I had seen Belinda. I was wondering how she felt about how our encounter had gone. I was chilling at home when my phone rang. "Hello." "Hi," said Belinda. "Are you doing anything?" "Just sitting around." "Great!" said Belinda enthusiastically. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over." "Sure. I'll be right there." "I had a great time the other day," Belinda cooed. She sounded much mor...

I had had meetups with Marianne for a while. She was nice but extremely reserved. While there was clear sexual tension between us, I never expected anything to come of it. Marianne just wasn't "that type." At least, that's what everyone thought. That's what I thought, too. Marianne tended to be very reserved. She was quiet. She didn't have a lot of boyfriends, and when she was with men, she was usually not all that engage...

Sometimes you're just hungry late at night. Fortunately, there was a truck stop not far from our campus where you could get a bite in the middle of the night. My roommate John and I piled into his car and headed out to grab some food. It was Friday turning into Saturday, so there would be no classes to attend in the morning. We found our way to a little place just outside of town. It was open all night and the food was pr...

Everyone noticed Maureen. She was medium to tall, with a well-rounded butt, C-cup boobs, and flaming red hair that gently flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Although she wasn't flamboyant, Maureen was one of the sexiest women around and she was well aware of it. She wasn't above flaunting it. I knew from friends of hers that she had lost her virginity at a young age. She was known to have several notches on her...

I had always thought my neighbor Belinda was attractive, even after she got glasses. She was well-proportioned, with long black hair, ample tits, a round ass, and nice legs. She absolutely rocked a swimsuit. She didn't know that I had fantasized about getting her in bed. Belinda had been my neighbor since elementary school. Her nickname was Binny, but as she grew older, only her mother and a few long-time friends called h...

It's always the shy ones. Rosemary was bookish. Most people thought of her as shy. She was friendly, but she didn't socialize a lot. When she did, however, she was fun and excellent company. "I may not go out a lot," she said, "but when I do, I do it all the way." She chuckled a little. She was an attractive, well-proportioned woman of medium height, with short to mid-length dark blonde hair. It framed her neck and face w...

To all appearances, Karen was one of the most traditional, proper women around. Most everyone saw her that way. It was an image she cultivated. She dressed quite modestly, she acted very proper in public, and she was outspokenly traditionalist. She was a fervent defender of the importance of traditional values. But underneath that was another Karen: a beautiful blonde who really liked sex. Both of us were between relation...

It was a cold February night. Lisa and I had only been together for a few days. She was a friend of a friend who had left school due to illness and when she returned, I had organized a "Welcome Back Lisa" party. After I walked her home, she had insisted on kissing me. "Thanks for the party," she said. "I'll see you." Since that night, we had spent every evening together, but nothing had happened. Now it looked like it mig...

It was a chilly Saturday night in the small town where I went to college, the kind of Saturday night that left you looking for good ways to stay warm. It was early in my freshman year. I was at a party talking to some friends when I noticed a redhead who popped into the room. She had short but wavy hair, not straight but not too curly, and one of the nicest figures I had ever seen. As I circulated around the room, I was k...

I was walking down Main Street when she appeared. I hadn't seen Elaine there until she stepped in front of me. "Kiss me," she said. I'll admit, I was caught off guard. How many times does a girl stop you on the street to ask you to kiss her? I looked around. There was a group of people standing nearby, including her brothers. "Right here?" I said. "In front of all these people?" "Sure," said Elaine. "Why not?" I had notic...

I was sitting in class listening to a very boring lecture when I felt a tap on my shoulder. A note was put in my hand with a nod backwards. I opened it. "I want to be your sexretary. Pam." I looked back over my left shoulder. I saw Pam sitting there with a smile, looking a bit red. Our eyes met. "We'll talk after class," I wrote, and I sent it back to her. She smiled at me again. "This ought to be easy," I thought. After...