Teen Male and Teen Female - Page 146

Weekdays were the definition of dull, boring, and uneventful. There were classes, there was homework, there was having to stay sober, and there was very little free time. However, as dull and tedious as those weekdays were, they also made my Saturdays even better

I gulped. “What do you want me to wear?” “It’s going to be hot. Wear as little as possible, but put on a hat. You do have a hat, don’t you?” I didn’t. “That’s all right, I’ll give you one of mine,” Dina said

Revised to remove several references to underage sex. This will complete the story. CHAPTER 8 Donald went back to play baseball the following afternoon. The relieved Joey refused to pitch to him, passing the honor to another player

“No plans with the movie star today, Char?” He knew I hated it. He knew it made me shake and made my insides turn upside down when he called me that, but he did it anyway

Note: This is my first story, I’ve been reading these since i was 17 and i decided to add some of my adventures so enjoy and please only constructive criticism Waking up on the morning of April first I was angry

My apologies for the extreme delay, but here is the next part in the series! It has been a dramatic, life changing year for me, and I would like thank everyone here who has supported and encouraged me along the way

nd rain shelters but what it certainly doesn’t have is an air conditioner or even a few fans… So I’m here sitting in the classroom listening to this boring teacher who’s rambling on about WWI poetry, but no-one’s taking notes; too busy fanning themselves with their pads and folders to write anything

Touch - Chapter 2 Things got awkward quickly, Kelly and I had just had some hot sex together without really knowing why we did it. Was it because I came onto her and she didn't want to stop me? But then she was participating just as much I couldn't put it together

Doggy Styles 3 – Loving Duke (Bestiality, Exhibitionist, m/f) Chapter Summary - Claire has a date. Previous Chapter Summary – Young Claire learned teasing Duke has unintended consequences. Note - This is a work of fiction, make-believe and fantasy

I loved the package holidays to Spain. Staying in a shit hotel, spending the week next to a pool with nothing to keep you company except pissed up holiday reps and free porn in the rooms. Turning up at the airport in a group of families, everyone either over 30 or under 10. I sighed

I reached walmart tonight to run errands. Basically, I needed some food, toilet paper, and some car stuff for my older brother. The weather was horrible. Thunder was clapping into the sky. Inside Walmart, the lightning seemed as if it was shooting the store up

“Sara, is my brother really that good?” “Good?” “You know, at sex?” “You know?” she asked surprised. “Ev'rybody knows.” “Ev'rybody who?” “I've known for a while. I saw the two of you in the treehouse from my bedroom window last year

Chapter 2: Making a Sex Slave That next day in class I sit at a desk alone again, and sure enough as Sarah walks through the door and sees me, she makes a b-line to sit beside me

This is my second story on here so any comments, good or bad, are appreciated. I woke up to the alarm buzzing hysterically. I noticed Lacy had already left and tried to recall last night’s encounter before getting out of bed

Okay, bag, pencil case, socks. Got everything, ready to start the day. One quick look in the morning, make sure my hair looks good. I stare in the mirror, observing my floppy brown hair, swiftly swept sideward across my forehead

Hello, my name is Erika and being male you can guess that it's given me a lot of problems in my life. I'm currently 16 years old and I'm in the 9th grade due to failing in the 7th. I'm about 5'5" and I don't weigh much at all, about 153lbs, but most of that is muscle

This story is an existential drama focusing on psychology, depression, and romance. It takes a while to get to the sexual stuff, but don't worry, there is plenty. If you are looking for a stroke story, please go back to the main page

Just like most Friday nights, I sat home alone while my father was out playing poker and my mother was working the night shifts at the hospital. My older brother was around but him and I rarely hung out together

Carla Easterling was a sophomore in high school, sixteen years old, and one January day in English composition, she got her first period