Ron had always been the picture of decency in the coaching class. While the rowdy boys swapped crude jokes and stole hungry glances at the girls, he kept his distance, quiet, polite, never part of their chaos. The boys wrote him off as a “good boy,” too straight-laced for their schemes, so they left him alone. Most girls barely registered him; he was just Ron, reliable, unremarkable, the sort who carried extra pens and ne...

*************************************************************************** Critical decisions *************************************************************************** Can you imagine what it is like to have other people's lives in your hands? Not in a generic sense, but in a literal sense; that is, if you don't do your job well, a person dies. And even worse, can you imagine that the life, not of a stranger, but of a...

Upstairs, the movie still played, casting flickering shadows across the room. But none of the girls were watching it, not really. Poppy sat rigidly on her side of the pillow nest, the popcorn long forgotten, her fingers curled tightly into the blanket as her eyes flicked toward the other side of the room. She was soaked. Jennifer was hidden beneath the covers, but it was obvious where she was. Leslie lay back, her lips pa...

The air is thick with summer heat, even this late at night. Outside, cicadas buzz in the trees, and a warm breeze drifts through the open windows of Marcus’s lake house on the outskirts of Athens, Georgia. Four old friends—Marcus, DeShawn, Evan, and Tyr—sit sprawled across the couch and floor, half-empty whiskey glasses sweating on the coffee table. They’re all past thirty now, but some things never change. Marcus, broad-...

[G] I reached the party before B. I chatted to R and her husband before joining the group of old school friends and partners. B came along about ten minutes later. She winked at me as she sat down. What a sexy and provocative thing to do. [B] I know had one too many G and Ts. I noticed G stayed off it completely. I heard him say he'd be working on Sunday evening. He flies planes, big ones, so I guess that's what he needs...

If you want it, ask for it. That's how a girl gets what she wants... Right? But seriously, how exactly does a vanilla virgin late-twenty-something ask her childhood best friend to... do butt stuff with her? You know, butt stuff...Anal stuff. His cock, my ass. Yup. See, as far as Daniel knew, it would be one more loveless evening. He'd once again be the subject of my coy attentions, my tender but definitely not flirtatious...

My name is Anamika and this is my story with my next-door neighbour, Akshad. We share the same age and have known each other since we were young. Sometimes his sister, Jiya, and he would come to my home to play, while sometimes my sister Neha and I would go to his home to play. Our homes are adjacent to each other, so we can easily access each other's homes by jumping from the terrace through our first floor without ringi...

I was quietly walking along, enjoying a warm, sunny day. As I turned and entered my residence hall, I was informed that I had a phone call. I picked up the phone. "Hello," I said. "Hi," said my lifelong friend Belinda. She sounded a little anxious. "Hi," I said. "What's up? Is everything OK?" "Can you get here?" Belinda asked. "I need some help." "Help?" I asked, though I pretty much knew what Belinda meant. "Yeah," Belin...

It's a Thursday. After a day of clouds and slight chill, the rain finally began to make landfall. Usually on Thursdays, I'm at the park with an old friend of mine. His name is Andre. I’ve known Andre since we were both twelve. Our romance began at age sixteen. We have always had a very strong attraction to each other — we would often still find a way to see each other, or we would at least communicate even if we were seei...