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Friday Night – FINALLY!!!
After Wednesday’s naked romp through my neighbor’s backyard I was ready for anything on Friday. I put a heavy blanket and two towels in the trunk as she had instructed, had my handy foil-wrapped Trojan in my wallet, a full tank of gas, and a freshly showered and scented body as I walked up to her door, anticipating everything but willing to settle nearly anything. Vickie’s brother opened the door and walked disgustedly into the back room, not even telling Vickie that I was there. I waited for a few minutes, and, when no one came [read more...]
Wednesday’s Child is Loving and Giving
I had made a date with Vickie for the next Friday night when she would “be ready”, as she put it, her period over for another month. We talked on the phone every night and I was really beginning to fall deeply in love or in lust. At sixteen, love and lust are part and parcel of the same emotions, the hormones satisfied with either. On Wednesday I called her house, but her brother told me that she was babysitting for a family and that she wasn’t there. I had to call back twice [read more...]
DEDICATION
The events recounted take place in a small Southern city, too large for everyone to know what everyone else did, but small enough that each person’s reputation was common knowledge.
The time is the mid-1950’s, a golden age in America. Before Vietnam and after the Second World War, having just concluded the “police action” in Korea. An age of sexual innocence before the PILL, but also before AIDS. An era when teenagers searched for identity in an ever changing world. The 60’s were right around the corner and some freedoms and values were even then being challenged. But, for [read more...]
DEDICATION
The events recounted take place in a small Southern city, too large for everyone to know what everyone else did, but small enough that each person’s reputation was common knowledge.
The time is the mid-1950’s, a golden age in America. Before Vietnam and after the Second World War, having just concluded the “police action” in Korea. An age of sexual innocence before the PILL, but also before AIDS. An era when teenagers searched for identity in an ever changing world. The 60’s were right around the corner and some freedoms and values were even then being challenged. But, for [read more...]
Ursula is the explicit tale of a girl exploring her newly emerging sexuality as she enters adolescence. If such things offend you, please read no farther.
Everything you are about to read is probably fiction.
Almost all the other kids on the block were Catholic and went to the Catholic grade school, so that made Ursula an outsider from the start. She was Lutheran and went to public school. Nor did it help much that her family had only moved onto the block the previous September, so she’d had no chance to get to know the other kids during summer [read more...]
Installment 1: Overnight Guests
Tommy, my best friend since first grade, lived half a block away, and we went to the same school. We were six when we met and we developed our similar interests simply be being best friends. I was an only child until I reached twelve and my baby sister was born; Tommy had a sister, Jane, who was two years older than we were.
Since I was an only child, my parents encouraged me to spend a lot of time with Tommy. I was a frequent guest in Tommy’s home, and he was a frequent guest [read more...]
THERAPY
Rachel climbed the stairs of the university’s Behavioral Sciences building to finally arrive at her office on the 6th floor. (And I thought being a grad student would get me some respect,) she thought sarcastically. The corner nook the department liked to call her “office” was hardly 10X10 feet in floor space and crammed with all sorts of books that the regular profs didn’t seem to want. If nothing else, it was comfortable. She had found room for a fouton that served as a couch during appointments and as a bed when she stayed there to chip away at [read more...]
“Get me the power drill!” I yelled out across the theater, “I need to reattach this leg.” It was going to be another long night of building in the theater; maybe even an all-nighter. Working on the shows is one of my greatest pleasures but it takes so much out of me. Between the late hours building and trying to keep up with my school work, I am surprised that I am still sane.
Being the Technical Director isn’t an easy task. You are responsible for ordering wood, the equipment, organizing and keeping a crew busy and keeping the show [read more...]
When I was around 14 we moved to Jamaica, which is an island in the Caribbean Sea. My father was big in imports at the time, and he moved to there to run that end of the business while my uncle ran the stateside end. We had a lot of money and we moved into a hell of a nice house next to the beach. It was a big, two story job and the attic had been converted into a bedroom, and that’s where I lived. I had a little terrace and I could walk on it and sunbathe or [read more...]
Joey gently lay Birdie on the bed and knelt on the floor alongside her. Draping one arm across her waist, he lowered his lips to hers and very tenderly kissed her, his tongue moving in slow motion, softly and languorously probing Birdie’s mouth. In concert with the kiss, Joey stroked Birdie’s waist with his hand, trailing it with a feathery fluttering motion across the soft little curve of the area below her waist. He crept his hand slowly upward and gently stroked across the underside of Birdie’s upthrust breasts. Capturing one of the mounds in his hand, Joey cupped and [read more...]
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