First Time - Page 205



Chapter 1- Oral Lexi looked out the bedroom window of the modest suburban style home. Watching small children ride bikes and play in the streets. Couples were close together on park benches, and middle aged women were jogging in the afternoon sun



Hi my name is Erin, I was 16 years old, I lived with my single dad and my 18 year old brother. My mom passed away when I was a little girl from a car crash, so ever since then I never really had a loving mom or a girl to be around with


A story based on actual events. by Caroline Dutch -thursday 20 november 2008- As I sit on the couch in the living room watching tv. My eyes constantly look up to the clock hanging above it. It is 11.56 pm. In 4 minutes I will turn eighteen and officially be ‘’old’’ haha


The Foley family sat in silence at the dinner table that evening, each harbouring similar feelings of guilt and lust. Patriarch George Foley was wrapped in a drab grey dressing gown to match his mood, thanks to the bout of fever that had set in motion the bizarre chain of events


A SPECIAL BOND Long Weekend at the Lake ___________________________________ This is a work of fiction. Of fantasy. It’s called ‘My Right of Free Speech.’ If you do not approve of youngsters engaged in various sexual acts . .
It's amazing what beer and peer pressure can do to a person. When these two things are mixed, it seems all inhibition goes out the window. Which leads me to the best night of my life
I was an average guy: I was fit and athletic, but not buff, with brown, shaggy hair. Also, in my late teenaged years, I still had a lustful mind. Even my sister had been the center of my sexual thoughts



Lying in bed late one night, Hermione debated over her next course of action. Professor McGonagall had specifically told her that the time-turner was not to be used for anything other than educational purposes, and that the consequences could be dire if she strayed from this law
The Apple Doesn't Fall Far from the Tree by Fidget Josh couldn't be more unlike his father, for all of the usual, stereotypical reasons. Josh was smart, good grades, good with computers



My name is lauren and I am a sophomore in high school. I am 5 feet and 5 inches tall with medium length brown hair. There is this boy in my grade named Dustin who I can't take my eye off of. I had a crush on him ever since 5th grade



Hey, this isn't the best but it was written by three fourteen year old girls just experimenting we'll write some better ones but there’s a first time for everything. Hope this satisfies you gentlemen or laydieees ;) :p Please give us some constructive crits



After me and David started to become friendly we were inseparable. We were friends for about 2 months now. He still didn't know I was bi and I wasn't sure if he was gay, bi or straight either. But other than that we were the best of friends



Day 1, Thursday When I woke up today I didn't know who I was and where I was. I just felt sick. Sick like I've never felt before. The pain didn't come from a specific part of my body, rather from everywhere at once
Sleeping With Sister Fictional, no one harmed in the writing of this story. For adults over 18 only. A brother and sister find strange sleeping arrangements when her room has a make-over. It turns out beneficial to both of them. She was two years older than I, sixteen


Chapter 6 Flowers and a Phone Call My heart stopped, and then raced at a thousand beats a minute. Mary had just said we could use Kat's bedroom tonight. What did this mean? I tried to think. Mary went off to try to straighten things up after the evening festivities