She wiped at the sweat coalescing on her forehead, sitting off-kilter on the stump outside of the barn. The summer heat was unbearable for a young woman who’d only just recently left the comforts of city living, and the stink of warm hay and manure assaulted her nostrils. Some of her sisters, she was told, had learned to ignore the stench. The homespun sundress she wore clung insistently to her body at her chest and thigh...

On the Sunday before Labor Day, I stood at my living room window and stared out at the line of cars parked in front of Myles's house. I'd wanted to avoid being one of the first guests at the party, forced to make small talk with Dana while she waited for others to arrive. But it looked like I couldn't put off going any longer. Though Myles had insisted I didn't need to bring anything, I knew better than to show up emptyha...

In the following weeks, Myles grew bolder, sneaking into my room almost every night. I'd begun taking a nap shortly after dinner so that I'd be bright-eyed and alert when he arrived a few hours later. On a hot night in August, I noticed he wore a sly smile while climbing through my window. I sat up in bed, wearing a pink nightie I'd bought especially for him. Through my own smile, I said, "You're looking quite devious ton...

Every night, I waited for Myles to call, and every night at half past eleven, he invariably did so. Lying in the darkness of my bedroom, I reveled in his voice on the line. He was careful to speak quietly while asking me about my day. I imagined him sitting in his den, leisurely stroking his cock. Was he absolutely certain his wife wouldn't catch him on the phone? I wondered. Or did he listen for the slightest noise or fo...

Once Myles was gone, the exhaustion of the previous week caught up with me. After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash up, I went straight back to bed and slept soundly for the rest of the night. In the morning, I woke only long enough to call my parents. They always wanted me to attend church with them on Sundays, but on the phone that day, I claimed I was feeling under the weather and wouldn't be able to go. "Are you ok...

Myles positioned himself above me, with his knees planted on either side of my thighs. I offered no resistance as he pulled my nightshirt over my head. Afterward, he took the time to smooth my tousled hair back from my face. That might have been the moment when my attraction to him became more than merely physical. All the while, his erection strained out from him, a constant reminder of his plan for me. As I blatantly st...

The phone on my nightstand emitted a shrill ring, and I swore under my breath while fumbling to answer it. For the fourth time this week, I'd been woken by someone calling just before midnight. As I now sat up in bed, holding the phone to my ear, I wanted to let out a string of curses. But I told myself it might be a friend or family member alerting me to an emergency of some kind. "Hello!" I barked in greeting, my voice...

The big family reunion was over. The strangest sexual event of my life had just occurred. I left her mom’s house confused about how to proceed. I was glad we decided earlier to get a motel room at the beach for our last two nights. It was planned as a break from family, to enjoy some free time. Now I could figure out what to do. That night, we went to our favorite steak house, Jockos in Nipomo. It is an open pit BBQ, cook...

I spotted her walking alone on the side of the rural road, but as I drew closer in the truck, she didn't stick her thumb out for a ride. Her long red hair cascaded down her back, and the shorts she wore revealed a lot of leg. I tried not to stare, but one thing was clear: the girl wasn't from around here. She was limping a little when I slowed the truck to a crawl beside her. The wedge sandals she had on definitely weren'...

That September, I noticed Clarissa sitting in a student center lounge, smooching with some guy. I noted that he was considerably taller and more 'buff' than I was. She saw me looking at her. In fact, I wanted to be noticed by her. When she turned my way, she mouthed the words fuck you. Then she stuck her tongue out at me. I immediately left to check the bins of our rival newspaper, The Campus. The first issue of the term...

I was having a hard time with the scene in that basement. Here was this nice high school girl in her strange state of undress, and I knew she was going to talk about some provocative topics. I had a sudden attack of prudishness. She seemed to understand what I was thinking. “You know, Hank, let me put my skirt back on. I get the feeling that the sight of my bare crotch is unnerving you a bit.” Odd, being half-dressed does...

A few days later Margery had a new version of the schoolgirl/knee-socks look for me to examine. We met after school on her block, and she looked better than ever. She had changed her appearance notably from the rather sloppy look she had when I first met her. For one thing, she had trimmed her hair so that it fell only to her shoulders, and she had a hairband to hold it in place. It was her clothes, however, that really g...

The next week, the last one in September, was a time for Margery and me to have introductions to various friends and family. The one I want to talk about here is when Margery met my two best friends from high school, Mark Zimmerman and Dan Behrens. I had met Mark in the West Bronx back in 1966 when we were eleven years old and starting junior high. If someone was going to play him in a movie, I might have picked Woody All...