SEX STORIES
The 17th year
I always thought my first time would be with somebody I cared deeply for but fate had other plans:
I always thought my first time would be with somebody I cared deeply for but fate had other plans:
It was a cold Saturday night. Skylar was home alone again because of his good-for-nothing parents are yet again “partying”. So, Skylar decided to go out himself. The first place he could think of was The Spot of course he needed to grab some extra cash to play a few games but first he needed to call one of his friends so he headed over to the phone and called one of his best friends Nikki.
To start this story off, my name is Krystal. I am about 5 foot 6 inches, 125 lbs. I have long brown curly hair, and to not be modest…I know I have a killer body.
One day, toward the end of my junior year in High School, I came home from cheerleading practice to find my older brother and his friends sitting around our living room. I walked in and set my stuff on the floor.
It had been another long week. Midterms were done and it was definitely time for some well deserved R&R. Mya, Shay and I were in my room talking about the going-ons around campus…where the next fraternity party was, who was performing at the Sigma party, where the after parties were and an earful of other college jargon. Somehow the conversation veered…
I got this buddy who had been plannin this party for at least a month. It was supposed to be the biggest party that was ever thrown in my hometown, except for one thrown by tupac and his boy biggie back in 93. I live on the west coast in the great state of Cali and my name is nick but everybody calls me deuce. I went to the concert t before the party. Im 22 and I love drink the jack.
Three weeks after their first experience together, Glenn had discovered a new term that described him exactly… GirlLover. He had stumbled on a web site that explained that GirlLovers are attracted to young girls emotionally and physically. The sited talked about how today’s society treats pedophiles (which means lovers of children) as child molesters and evil people, but that true lovers of children never molest them, but treat them with real love, respect, and care. It explained terms like Age Of Attractiveness, but Glenn wasn’t attracted to a certain age, just a certain someone, one person, one girl, one desire, and now felt a new rush, and that his passion was accepted, not by society as a whole, but by a small minority. That was all he needed; it made this possible. He just hoped that she really longed for him, and that it wasn’t some passing little girl “crush” thing.
My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and
I can tell you I thorough enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all
started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a
female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very
good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of
Last summer was the best summer in my life. I had just turned 17 and my Grandfather’s friend offered me a job doing what I like doing best, working on cars. His name was Bill, but since he was such good friends with my Grandfather I called him Uncle B. He owned a high performance shop on the east coast. When he offered a job, I quickly took it.
It was over an hour since my wife Karen had gone up to bed, leaving me and our 18 year-old friend Emma down in the living room, chatting over a glass of wine. While no-one would describe Emma as beautiful, she had a certain attractiveness about her, and I for one had grown to see her better qualities. She was slim, and had small tits which I knew from furtive looks through her clothes when she had stayed with us before were size 32A, but as I had a bit of a thing for small tits, this was actually something of a turn on for me. Despite her relatively small frame, she had a fantastic arse, perfectly pear-shaped and usually shown to its best effect in figure-hugging jeans.
Kyle moved sluggishly through school, dreading the coming math test which he had of course, failed to study for. He woke up in a hurry that morning, slipping and falling while trying to balance the math book in his hand as he slipped his legs into his cargo pants. Kyle wasn’t a bad looking kid. He was 17, with long wavy black hair, and green eyes. His body was also evident of him trying to be less lazy, as he worked out more, and ran more. He thoughts then drifted to his childhood friend, Alexia, or Alex. Ever since she turned 16, did he realize how absolutely gorgeous she was. She had long, brown hair, and deep hazel eyes. She wore glasses, which to him, made her eyes shine even more beautifully. He kept his feelings from her, wondering if he should or shouldn’t tell her.
Faleshia had her eye on Alex for sometime. But he was always in relationships, relationships with people she knew. Constantly making his rounds with the girls all aroud her, except her. Each day that went by and he would visit, her interest in him flourished. Faleshia was a 21 year old virgin. She wanted nothing more than to give herself to some suave man. Alex filled this description. He had dark hair and dark eyes. His lips were full and looked very kissable. Faleshia herself was a catch. She just was shy in aspects. A bit catty too. She knew what she wanted, and all this time she wouldn’t settle for less. She stood at 5’5″, 137 pounds with Cat eyes and long black hair. She was always being proud, and this turned guys off… but not Alex. He met her every witty sayings, and constantly challenged her. She wanted him sooooooooo bad. She looked at him, she knew he would be the one. The lucky one.