Boys and Teen Female - Page 116
There is nothing in this empty house. This quiet house. Let me introduce myself. My name is Caleb, I'm nineteen. My girlfriends name is Ally, and she is 18. Her birthday was two weeks ago, as mine was seven months ago. Ally and I decided to move into a house together
Hermione had only been at the Burrow for two weeks before she decided she couldn't take it anymore. She was feelingwell, for lack of a better word, sexually frustrated. She knew what she wanted, but for he first time in her life, she didn't know how to actually get it



Back downstairs Sam put some music on the stereo in the living-room and told me to dance for him. He sat on the couch with his legs spread and his hands in his crotch as I stumbled around, trying to dance



**Update** I will keep writing this story, but it's getting a little boring for me so it may take longer to write each chapter, however, I will be posting a new story sometime soon and will probably alternate between this story and the other every month or so
This happened when I was on holidays and staying at a motel on a highway. I noticed out the window of my room a girl sitting on a bus stop bench. She looked kind of lost and a bit of a stray with a flannelette shirt hanging loose on her. She looked around 16 or 17
Eighteen year-old, blond, cheerleader captain Leah waved to the other girls as they got into Sandy’s car. Kimberly rolled down the back window and asked, "You sure you don’t want me to stay and help Lee?" "No," Leah answered



Thank you to “HornyPilot” for checking some of the grammar mistakes! An 18 years old Dora steps out from The Foggy Forest, where she just helped her old friend fixing his car, again. She look down at her clothes, luckily the oil didn’t ruin her clothes



"Ron, can you come help me with this?" My fourteen-year old sister was in a dressing room trying on some jeans and shirts. She had to get some bigger clothes because her belly was growing. She was pregnant. Who the father was, none of us knew



“Don't be mad, okay?” “Holly no. Tell me you didn't.” “He asked me out, what was I supposed to say?” “How about 'no' for starters?” “Riley, I'm seventeen. Don't you think I'm old enough to go on a real date?” “A real date, yes. With him? No



She didn't register what was going on till her body hit the floor. She had been outside the UPS store in the strip mall like always, waiting for Charlie to finish locking up so he could take her home



My alarm went off that morning. I rolled over, hit snooze, and fell back asleep. Moments later I heard my father banging on the door. “Emma, wake up! It’s time for school!” shouted my father. I slowly stood up with lethargy, walking unstably towards the bathroom door in my room



My best friend Reagan was the hottest girl in my high school. She was about 5'5 with slightly small breasts and a nice firm ass. People often asked if we were dating but we always dismissed it by saying we were to close for that. I went to her house often to hang out/do homework etc
my very dark mind thinks up this stuffhave to let it out Coach Tim was one of the most sought after coaches in the league. All the parents wanted their girls to play for Coach Tim



------------- Comment if you want. Now, enjoy! ------------- Revenge Against Luke Luke was a twat. That’s all I thought of him



The following is a true story, and only embellished a little. I've known Maria since I was about 3, and have seen each other maybe 6 or 7 times a year every year. We are now both 17