It was the summer of 1980, and Rose was on a road trip before heading to college. She was an attractive eighteen-year-old with red hair, green eyes, and light freckles dusting much of her body. She had planned to go with her boyfriend, but they had already broken up. He ended things with her a week ago, and his words still hurt. He told her she was no fun and too immature for a man like him, a child who still plays with h...

The plane’s wheels touched down on the Riga tarmac with a squeal that jolted Lisabette Celmiņš from her half-sleep. She blinked against the late afternoon light filtering through the window, already missing the controlled climate of their home in suburban Michigan. Latvia. The word felt foreign on her tongue, a place her father spoke of with misty-eyed nostalgia, but to her eighteen-year-old sensibilities, it sounded syno...

Foreword This is the third part (chapters 5 and 6) of my true love and sex story with Christine, my girlfriend. She helped me out of a serious depression after my forced breakup with my first love, thanks to her kindness and love for me. She was the one who gave me back my zest for life when I was 18. She'd just turned 18 three days before the start of this third part of my true story, when we made love for the first time...

I was born into a loving family with two parents who sacrificed everything for their kids. My parents were hardworking yet gave us all the attention when they were home. My brother and I were very close. Being only eleven months apart, we are what people call Irish twins, which made us closer than most. Since we were babies, my older brother has always been there for me, protecting me. I never wanted to be away from my br...

Men are obsessed with “the first time.” Everyone knows that. They want to be the first to conquer your soul, your body, the ones who got your virginity like it’s some trophy they can polish and brag about to their friends. But let’s be real: we women are worse. We romanticize it even harder. First date, first kiss, first time he says “I love you.” And then, of course, the big one: the first time you let someone inside you...

Lisa's bike tires hissed against wet pavement as she pedaled past the university gates. The late afternoon sun turned her thighs sticky beneath her skirt—three miles uphill always left her breathless and damp in places she'd never admit. The big Victorian house on Rowan Street stood slightly crooked, its bay window sagging like Mr. Harrison's left shoulder. He'd waved off her first month's rent when she mentioned studying...

Luna Greenwich was walking down a Tokyo street with her best friend, Karen, and Eito, a Japanese man they had just met at their hotel. He was attractive, slightly older than them, and she would've liked to make a move on him, but her friend was interested in him. She stepped back and let her have him. Their class had voted that Japan would be an excellent choice for their senior trip before they all went their separate wa...

Our daughter, Allie, turned 16 way too soon for our liking. I knew she wasn't sexually active; frustrated, boyfriends came and went. We were open about everything, and she had promised to tell me when that changed, so I was sure. But I convinced her to get an implant "just in case" and for "when it happens." Seventeen came and went, still a virgin. She turned 18 in spring of her senior year. I was afraid a drunken prom da...