Tommy walked to Kevin’s house. Trekked the six miles with a beanie over his messy black hair, a backpack on his shoulders. It was two hours to midnight, cold enough that his breath made a cloud on every exhale, but he didn’t care. Fuck if he was staying at his house. Not after he watched his dad ‘sneak’ a bottle into the back bedroom. Left before the bastard could come back out. After jogging up the steps of a modest home...

He wanted Barb. ---- So now what? Zach soon found out that having a clandestine affair with a hot mom down the street was not the easiest thing to pull off. He couldn’t call her at home, she had a husband, a son and a full-time job. He couldn’t harass her at work. They couldn’t be seen. He even had to be careful talking to her at the ballgames and check their body language or someone might notice something and get suspici...

Zach was on the interstate, making his six-hour drive home from college for the summer. He had just finished his junior year and although he was glad that his classes and finals were behind him, he wasn’t looking forward to living under his parents’ roof again for the summer. At college he could do as he pleased--party, stay out all night, raise hell, get drunk, whatever he wanted at any time. At home, he had to toe the l...

Lorna headed out for Bertha’s, but Alex called in sick. He had homework to do. ---- “Food carts!” Alex said to Lorna, who had come over to his apartment after work. “Food carts?” Lorna replied. They were seated on the sofa in Alex’s apartment. “Yep, food carts. That’s our business. I spent the day at City Hall learning how it all works: the licensing, leasing different locations and all of the areas where it is legal. We...

Alex was one of the whitest people you would ever meet. His longish hair was the palest blond, a micro-shade shy of white, his eyes were light blue and his skin looked bleached. He was born in Iceland to an American serviceman and an Islandic woman of Norwegian descent. He moved to the U.S. before he could walk. He wasn’t really an Albino; but ‘Albino’ was his nickname. The moniker was tagged onto him by his boss at work....

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim light, their kisses punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it fall to the hardwood floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a cha...

“I’m pretty sure he’ll be giving me a call.” ---- Bobby phoned Summer on Tuesday night. They chatted for a few minutes before he got around to the purpose of the call. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you for two days,” he said. “I’d like to do some more of that.” “Okay.” “Would you like to have dinner with me Saturday night?” “Yes, that would be nice.” “How about if I pick you up around six?” “Six is fine. But why don’t...

We kissed and then she was out the door, headed back to the reception. I looked at my watch. We had accomplished a lot in only twenty-six minutes. I took my time going back to the reception and by that time Ed and Susan had already split. ---- We lost track of each other for a while after that. I was away at school of course, and she had her job and married life to keep her busy. We had to keep it on the lowdown, so any c...

Jack was getting sick and tired of looking for jobs that didn’t seem to exist, or were already filled by the time he got there. He scanned the want ads again one morning, hoping to find something, anything. Oooh. There was an opening at the library, at the circulation desk. He already had some library experience from when he was in college. He could certainly check out books until something better came along. He reorganiz...

I always thought my Aunt Susan was hot. Susan is my mother’s younger sister, and kind of a carbon copy of my mom. She is four years younger than my mom and they had always been close. Both are attractive, around the same height, maybe five-five or five-six, and both with the same dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and slim, in-shape bodies. They both looked quite a bit younger than their actual ages. I grew up in a single-paren...

They never did cook the fish. They rested in each others’ arms for thirty or forty minutes and then Gina looked at her watch. She said it was getting late and she needed to get home to her kids. So Jake slipped on his shorts, and Gina her dress, and they motored back to the marina, munching on salad during the ride. When they said good night they shared a final long kiss and knew they would meet again soon. On her drive h...

Jake was standing on the sideline watching his nephew Bryan’s team, the Rattlers, play soccer. He would go to the games whenever he could make it, which meant when he didn’t have to work. His work consisted of two different occupations: running charter boats out of his brother’s marina and playing music in the bars up and down the beach. He made a pretty good living between the two, and one of the fringe benefits of his w...

Jack was glad he had an extra day to recover from his date with Sue. She tired him out. He thought about her on Friday morning as he washed his face and brushed his teeth. Then he considered Amy. So different in so many ways, but Amy was more of a mystery. Tall, slender, with long red hair, her striking appearance seemed at odds with a reserved personality. He wondered what his date might be like. He decided to call her....

Gail was the first granny I ever fucked.  If you’re single in your forties you expect that to happen at some point.  But I was twenty-seven.   I’d been in Dallas for less than a week the first time I saw Gail.  It was my first day at a new job. I’d spent eight hours in orientation before my new manager showed me my office.  A handful of people were helping me settle in, but it was the director’s administrative assistant w...

Jack had a date with Sue for Thursday night. Dinner at her place. That should be cozy. He was still recovering from Saturday’s performance, or orgy, or whatever the hell that was, followed by some playing around with Aunt Peggy. She didn’t want to have intercourse, but lots of other things were possible. He lay on his bed, and thought about everything that happened on  Sunday evening. It was all a swirl of amazing sex. He...