The first semester of my Junior year was wrapping up. Christmas break was a week away. Because it is finals week, there was no baseball practice. Practice won’t resume until we return to school in mid-January. So, it was time to make plans for my break back home. As this was 1980, there were no cellphones to just shoot texts. There were no emails. There were no computers to create spreadsheets. Scheduling things required...

Medha, a 19-year-old uni nerd, hides her wild side behind shy smiles. This introverted petite beauty--5'3", 46 kg, with a tight 32-24-32 figure--loves staying home alone. She curls up with movies, binge-watches series, and secretly indulges in porn that sets her pulse racing. In her quiet room, her naughty thoughts simmer, craving something dark and forbidden to break her innocent shell. Another boring day, Medha lounged...

The week before Thanksgiving break was a blur. Classes ran until Wednesday morning. Fortunately, Fall baseball practice was light that week, with no practice on Wednesday through the following Tuesday. The Monday after Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania is a State Holiday. So, all state-sponsored schools, elementary through colleges, incorporate that Monday into the Thanksgiving breaks. The holiday is for the first day of deer...

This story is the third part of a series. The first two stories are the Summer Fling and Donna’s Campus Visit. A fourth story, Pinch Hitter also provides a good background for this story. It was the Halloween weekend of my junior year at the largest university in PA. This meant parties galore on Saturday night. If I played my cards right, there would be horny drunk coeds looking for the same thing I was looking for, fast...

“Alright, young lady, you’ve been in this situation all too many times before.” She trembled with excitement and trepidation at the way he said that. Did he know? she silently wondered. “Stand in the middle of the room, bend over and touch your toes.” Hesitating for a split second before retreating a few steps back, she did as instructed. She could hear a cabinet door opening, and though she could hear him chuckle as he s...

It was currently midday on a Saturday afternoon and the town center was bustling with life. Parents were on shopping trips with their families, groups of friends stood gossipping about their lives and the elderly relaxed on benches appreciating the clear sky. These were all completely common things to be doing with your weekend. Meanwhile, I was browsing the aisles of a pharmacy searching for nail polish. The sheer number...

Since she was small, Chloe's parents had warned her, "If you're awake when Santa arrives, you won't get a gift." Now, on the eve of her 18th birthday, she found herself wide awake, her body humming with anticipation. The room was bathed in the silvery glow of the full moon, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Chloe's heart pounded in her chest as she tried in vain to distract herself with a book, the words blurrin...

My heart races as I hear Dallas's footsteps on the porch. The Admiral remains eerily calm, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The door swings open, and Dallas strides in, his eyes locking onto my disheveled form. "Hey, babe," he says casually, as if walking in on his girlfriend naked with his uncle is a normal occurrence. "I see you and Unc got it in." My mouth hangs open, unable to form words. Dallas approaches, planti...

Teetering on adulthood's edge, she stepped into the steamy shower. Her religious teachings said that touch was sinful, so she sought solace in the pulsing showerhead. Warm droplets danced on her skin, igniting her forbidden desires. The water's rhythm built, her hips swaying, tension mounting. She leaned against the tile, eyes closed, as pleasure surged. Suddenly, ecstasy struck, her body trembling, a silent scream escapi...