Teen Female and Boy - Page 4

I was only 14, and I was lonely. Growing up, I never had many friends; everyone thought I was too weird. My clothing made most people think I was Goth but I wasn’t, I just liked black and listening to metal, but the Goths thought of me as a wanabe poser

I thought about last night as I ate lunch at Danny Kaye’s Pizza, the only place within a mile of the carnival lot. The weather had been cold and drizzly for two days. It was a welcome change to spend last night in a nice warm and cozy trailer, especially with three beautiful women

Camping (with Uncle Thomas) Part 1 Dear Diary We are going camping as a family today. Well at least we were until Dad told me that our car had a broken ‘something or other’ and won’t make it

Most of the fine trim, like Jamie, did not attend my local high school and resided in outlying communities. So in order to hook up with some top shelf honies, my friends and I had to travel abroad to the many neighboring farming towns that surrounded our quaint valley

Warning: The following depicts sexual acts between a 13 year old girl and a 15 year old guy. If such content offends you or if you are below eighteen, please do not read further. Kristen’s Seduction “Wake up! You’ll miss your bus!” That was my mother

--- Naughty Birthday --- Sam hears a knock on the door and walks over to answer it. "Hey Meghan, how are you?" Meghan was 15 years old like Sam and had a perfect body

Note - If you haven't read my original <http://stories.xnxx.com/story/16847/Strip_Poker_2000> I'd suggest you do that first or won't make sense. Well it might but not a lot, you'll have no idea what the characters look like. Unless you look at my character sheet

Ch.1 10’o clock and I stare out the window wondering what day it is. My sister knocks on the door and opens it quietly. “Well that sure defeats the purpose of being quiet if you’re gonna knock on the door,” I said with a hint of amusement

[b]It began on a fine Sunday Afternoon. Marge sat at home with Bart and Lisa sat next to her. Maggie was laying on the floor. It was a fine day. The door swang open and Marge, expecting Homer shouted “Hi Honey.” It was Skinner. She looked at him funninly- “Oh twathead!” said Bart

Maintaining a faux relationship with a sex partner while balancing out time for vandalism activities with my friends often proved cumbersome during high school

Sheriff John McLoud lounged in his office chair, his hat tipped forward over his forehead as protection from the harsh sun light, his hand resting on his gun as was his habit

The Story of Ann Chapter 2: My Life on the Farm I had been shipped off to be raised by my grandmother Mary at the age of sixteen. My mother had disowned me due to me having sex with her live in boy friend that I called Uncle Bill

** This is a sequel to "Mandy and Me: Part 1." This story was written in a first person POV to help the story make a bit more sense.** The following morning is a school day. It's already 9:00 am and I'm stuck in second period with Mr. Rose

James was shocked. He lay in bed, pondering what he had seen last night. He wondered if it was all a dream, as he had been very drunk then

The next morning I woke up alone in the bed in the guest room. The first thing I noticed was how sore my dick felt. This also made me realize that all the action I had gotten last night had bee real and not just a wet dream