Back in the Kennedy era, it wasn’t easy for a 17-year-old male, going
to a good school in an upper-middle-class suburb, to lose his virginity.
Not without having to pay. Kids these days,… God, listen to the old
geezer! Kids in the ’90s who haven’t fucked on the second date probably
figure they’ve screwed up (so to speak). And that may have been the
case in L.A. or Greenwich Village when I was a teenager — but certainly
not on the north side of San Antonio.
That decade held world-changing surprises for all of us, but at its
beginning things still moved slowly and cautiously. Call me a fogy, but
teenagers in the ’60s and ’70s gained sexual liberation at the cost of
The Locker Room Liars Club used the classic baseball metaphors in
describing their alleged successes on dates. “First base” meant the
girl had allowed [ ...continue reading "Getting It Right" ]
I was just out cruising around, and decided to follow this truck in front of me that appeared to be doing the same thing. As soon as I pulled up next to the truck this blonde haired girl leaned out and said hi.
She was a knockout. Full head of blonde hair, blue eyes, and full lips. The way she was leaning out the passenger side window made her breasts strain against her silky white top. This was definitely going to be interesting!
I rolled down the window and said hello back. We made some idle chatter while waiting for the light to change, and then she asked me if I wanted to go dancing. I told her yes, and followed her and her friend to one of the local bars.
We pulled into the parking lot and found places to park, albeit not very close [ ...continue reading "Cruising" ]
Sarah looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. She was proud of the way she looked in her wedding dress. The glossy white satin clung to her slim figure, emphasizing the curves of her breasts and hips. The floor- length dress was sleeveless and backless, comfortable for the hot August weather, but still modest. It was a modern dress, with no lace or bows, and with straight lines and only a slightly flared skirt.
She’d made the backless satin dress herself, and although she liked the dress, she was nervous about what to wear under it. It was too hot out for pantyhose, although she knew that was what her mother would wear under the circumstances, and she’d just taken off a pair of panties when she discovered that their outlines had shown clearly through the clinging white satin. As she debated what to put on under the dress, [ ...continue reading "The Bride" ]
I wrote this story a very short time ago, for a friend who appreciates some of the finer points decsribed herein. It is based in fact, embellished some, and uploaded here as a result of the gentle suggestions of those who have read and enjoyed it. Here’s hoping that you enjoy it too.
There were two of them that night. Yes, two of them. I’ll never forget it; it was simply wonderful. Linda was gorgeous. She was about 5’7″ with green eyes and blond hair. I’m not sure what she weighed, but she was a knock-out! Large round and firm breasts with wonderfully large nipples that grew to giant size when they were firm…and, they were always firm. Her ass was tight and rounded in perfect proportion to her tits. Flat stomach and a curvaceous torso. She was like a dream with a personality to match. She was in from out [ ...continue reading "Fantasy" ]
Part 1 – Reunion
Bonnie and I have known each other since either of us can remember. She’s the daughter of my dad’s closest friend, and we spent a lot of time together as children. However, by the time we were in our teens, it was apparent to me that we were a mismatch; I had essentially stopped growing when I was 13 at 5’4″, and, not being particularly athletic, never topped 130 lbs. Bonnie, on the other hand, by the time she was 15 stood over 5’10″ of lush, full bodied, blonde beauty and, although she was almost three years younger than I, made me feel almost like a skinny child when we were together.
Yet, for reasons I could never fathom, she had also devel- oped a massive crush on me. Not that I wasn’t good looking and personable; the girls at school called me “pretty boy” (a name I [ ...continue reading "Boss's Daughter – Part 1" ]