School - Page 42
Chapter 1 – Nicola took a long deep breath. Today was the day where she had to start all over again. She had been the queen of her old High School, popular, attractive, athletic, every single movie popular girl ever created, couldn’t hold a candle to her


St Agatha’s (Part Two) Stella’s mind was in a whirl. She had ran from the laundry room with Ben’s laughter ringing in her ears. As the last vestiges of her orgasm drifted away, she slammed the door to her room falling heavily upon the bed, gasping for breath



I attacked my beautiful best friend's cock. I almost started choking because I went down on it so fast. I started sucking around 5 or 6 inches of it before he grabbed my head and forced me all the way to his scruff
copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 It was a warm day in the early summer of 1961 at Hirstmere Hall, an exclusive boarding school for girls in the southern English countryside



“AHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH MY GOD!” Dylan was woken the next morning by orgasmic cries of ecstasy, which seemed to be coming from his father’s room
My friends are I could hardly wait any more for this weekend to come. And come, and come because that’s what we were going to do all Friday night. My parents were going away to visit my grandmother for the weekend, taking my little sister with them
copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 I cannot believe what is happening – I am face down, laid across my teacher’s desk with my stomach and chest flat on its top and my ass sticking out over the edge



Spells and Spunk Part 2 I'm going to turn on the comments for this part so I can see what the people who are reading my story actually think and I can find out how to improve the story and improve the rating I got on the first part. It's probs because it was so short
SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2 WINTER, 1967-68 It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my life I had an actual date for New Year's Eve. It wasn't anything particularly exciting; but just the fact that I got to stay out past midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary


Author’s Note: This series really got away from me. I had originally intended Chris and Christie to be a stand alone story about the two of them



Intro- this is the next week after jenny’s little affair Bleep, bleep, bleep 8:15 on jenny’s alarm clock “oh my gosh I’m going to be late for school” she then says good morning to her mom Mrs.Wakemen then drinks half a gallon of oil, and flies off to school in her rocket boots



Nope Hi my name is Zack Martin. I go to a school on a ship called the S.S. Tipton. I go there with my brother Cody, London Tipton (owner’s daughter)and, Bailey Pickett (Cody’s Girlfriend). They all are my good friends
To Whom It May Concern: It is my pleasure to write this letter recommending Lauren Randall into your university for the fall 2010 semester
Wednesday, September 1, 2005 Mrs. Bremer was in the locker room again, but this time, she followed Zach out instead of us. When we got to Ms. Lease's class, Hunter leaned in to speak to me
Pre-Dick-ament The cold air from the cracked window woke her from her sleep. The slightest disturbance of noise or light would often wake Fiona from her sleep. This was particularly annoying because it always took her so long to fall asleep in the first place