Judy always walked to school. It was the first day of May and it was her birthday. Being seventeen was such a land mark and yet she so wanted to be eighteen. She knew it was only a matter of time before her fake ID got her busted and properly grounded. She had had umpteen arguments with her Mum about parties and late nights. Many was the night she had cried herself to sleep, hating her Mum. As if the changes in her body w...

My name is Penelope. Some say I have that sexy girl-next-door thing going for me, though I don’t really see it. I guess you can be the judge of that. My auburn hair falls a few inches below my lightly-tanned shoulders. My eyes are a dark chocolate color with hazel flecked within each iris. There are a handful of freckles tossed lightly around my nose and cheekbones. My height is average, as is my weight. My breasts are no...

Leah lay in the motel bed staring at the lead singer she'd just bedded. She was well fucked and still wanted more. Jim felt her eyes on him and looked over at her. Her Irish skin was flushed and her lips were bright pink from the attention of his mouth. She looked adorable, laying naked in the bed, her pale breasts heaving in the dim light, smoke escaping between her swollen lips. Jim waited patiently as Leah finished her...

The firehouse was throwing their annual "Dance in the Streets" event. It was the 99th Anniversary and the department went all out. They hadbusiness'ssponsor the event from all over town. Restaurantsset up food tents, and the local bars all got together and put up a beer tent. They shut down one of the main side streets through town, and had two popular bands booked. Both bands were popular cover bands. Both were local, an...

It all started online. In a chat room. Like the one here on Lush. We met. We clicked. We chatted. We even cybered a couple of times, when the mood was right. We got to know each other, our likes, our dislikes, some of our sexual preferences. Like I said, we clicked. So, when the opportunity arose for me to travel to your home town, we decided to meet. I suggested dinner, letting you pick the place. You told me what you pl...

You opened the front door softly, hoping to surprise me with your early arrival from work. You stepped through the entrance way slowly, making sure to shut the door behind you with care. You unbuckled your tool belt from the waist of your jeans, carefully setting it on the door mat. Around the corner, you see that the door to the study is open, and you can hear me click-clacking on the computer. You know that I have been...

Itwas the beginning of my summer break after my sophomore year in college. I packed up my bags and headed home for a summer of fun and mischief. My parents were on a cruise to Cozumel and would not be back for another week, so my step-sister Sophie and I would have the house to ourselves. Sophie would be leaving for college next fall and I was hoping to have a little sisterly bonding time. I had missed Sophie's 18th birth...

Summerwas finally here and I was just blossoming intoexistence. My breast had filled out and become a perky C-cup, my ass was perfectly round and filled a pair of jeans out nicely. My hair was long and dark just resting above my waistline. My skin slightly sun kissed from our beach vacation to celebrate the ending of a another school year. It was the summer of '96 and I was listening to "Strawberry Wine" on the radio in m...

EveryThursday night I babysat for the Harrisons. Like always I arrived home from school at four o'clock and jumped into the shower before heading over to their house. It was my senior year in high school, only one month till graduation. I was psyched for the school year to be over, but I knew I would miss babysitting for them. I had gotten the job because I went to school with their eldest son Jason. He graduated two year...

This story was written by a friend (who wishes to remain anonymous) and edited by me. Any and all praise for the work belongs to her! He stepped out of the shower, his salt and pepper hair still damp, the beads of water trickled down his chest and back, stopping at the towel that wrapped his waist, concealing his privates. I could see from my vantage point, one drop start at his earlobe, river down his chest, and guided b...

This is the natural sequel to Confessions of a College Slut. You might want to read that first, if you haven't already done so. Meeting up with my friend Emma and learning of her naughty secret had whetted my appetite. I have to admit, I did get a bit gooey when she told me and I got even wetter when I wrote it up. So, with the impetus on my side, I phoned Emma a couple of days later to see if the story ended there or not...

Leah wasn't sure what was wrong with her these days. It had been months since the last time she had sex. It wasn't that there weren't any offers or attempts from the opposite sex, she just wasn't interested. In the previous week, she turned down offers from two very attractive guys from her past, not even thinking twice. Nick had crawled so far into her head, that while she waited for him to return from Texas, she held ou...

Sardinia was somewhere I have wanted to go since a friend told me about it in my first year at uni. She was Sardinian herself and spoke of the crystal clear, blue sea; trees that dripped with oranges and an endless supply of beautiful girls… Laura speaks a little Italian, but she soon discovered that they speak a strange version of the language on the island. However, in the main we got by, which was good as we were stayi...

It was the summer and I had just turned 18. I needed to earn some money, and I saw an ad in the paper about a guy who needed someone to come in a few times a week and clean house. The pay was pretty decent, and I called on the job. The gentleman asked me to come in for an interview. I did so, and was hired on the spot. I had been working for him for about a month. He seemed very lonely. I knew he had been married to the s...

The sun glistens off the water as I climb the ladder back onto the boat. It’s the most beautiful day of the year and it’s even more special because I’m with my lover Dante. I walk over to my chair and start to towel myself dry. “I like it when you’re wet baby,” he says walking up behind me. “I bet you do,” I smile. The heat on my skin is nothing compared to what I feel when he kisses the back of my neck. “I bet I can make...