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There seem to be so many fetishes around these days; latex, rubber, bondage and the like, that good old wife-swapping now appears not to be so popular anymore. Well, let me tell you; it is where I live!

Our whole neighbourhood is at it. Young or old, black or white there are at least twenty of us all within a few miles of each other that think nothing of popping round to a friends’ house for dinner and waking up in the morning with a different partner!

And it’s not just the married couples that get in on the action either. My lovely wife, Mandy and I are very fortunate. We happen to live next door to Julia Mason. Julia is the single mum of an eighteen-year-old son, Max. Her husband apparently left her when Max was very young and she’s reared the lad virtually single-handed. She’s made a pretty good job of it too. But Max is quite a shy lad – unlike his mother! Both Mandy and Julia are bi-sexual and many’s the time that my wife, my neighbour and I have shared a quiet little threesome together.

But this story is not about Julia. It’s about Max – Max and my wife.

It was a Saturday – the best day of the week as far as I’m concerned – and Julia had invited Mandy and I over to her house for a late afternoon drink. It was a hot day in July. Julia had set out her garden furniture on the terrace and so the three of us sat down to enjoy cool cocktails. All of us where in swimsuits in order to soak up the last of the afternoon sun but, Mandy being Mandy, and as usual being as outrageous as possible, had worn the tiniest bikini I had ever seen. The thin material – what there was of it – clung to her like a second skin and left very little to the imagination. (more…)

Tara was my next door neighbour. 29 years old and a little hottie. Yes I know it’s a cliché but I had lusted after my neighbour for about four years. You see my wife doesn’t understand me. Cliché number two. Whereas Tara seemed vivacious and to be honest a horny little sexpot my wifes interest in sex had died a few years ago. Sure she let me fuck her missionary position on special occasions that was about it. Basically I was gagging for it.

So I hoped was Tara. When we were alone she had worked it into the conversation that her husband was no great shakes in the bedroom department. The little brunette had also flirted outrageously with me when we were together and thought nothing of winding me right up with boasts of her cocksucking abilities.

It appeared she was right about her husband though. Ian had told me when we were out drinking together that he”Liked to get it over with. You know… Once I’ve shot my load what’s in it for me! ” These sentiments meant one thing. Tara was indeed being deprived in the bedroom stakes. Good news for anyone hoping to get into her underwear. Good news for me. (more…)

This is a tale from my younger days, when I was in the 6th form. I was 18 and studying my second year at Advanced or ‘A’ level. I was studying English, Chemistry and PE, so I kept in shape, both physically and mentally. For the courses we did, there were three teachers in every subject, but each particular subject was taught by a combination of two of these teachers. My favourite subject was English, particularly with Mrs Green. She was in her late 30’s and had a fine figure. She was about a size 12, with nice curves, all in the right places. She had a magnificent pair of breasts, not too large for her frame, and not too small. I’d have said something around a C or a D cup. Her fine legs and sweet smile were all complimented by her long, red hair. She was the primary teacher in English, meaning that we spent twice as long with her as we did with Mr Johnson, the head of the department. That was what made the course. (more…)

My favorite teacher was my math teacher, Mrs. Gibson. She was in her late thirties, a wife and a mom, but man, was she sexy! She had long full blonde hair, a pretty face, was average in height, and had big tits. Like most of the teachers she dressed casual more than she dressed up, but whatever she wore, it was hard to hide her hot body. I wasn’t much of a math student, and since I had math my last class of the day, I spent most of the period staring at Mrs. Gibson and having fantasies about her. She didn’t wear skirts very often, but when she did, I would try to look up her skirt as she sat on her desk. Sometimes I was rewarded with a glimpse of her panties. I also liked watching her ass wiggle when she wrote on the board. But mostly I stared at her tits, especially if she wore something tight or something that I could see her bra through.

My class was a handful for her, but she kept control. There were fifteen of us in the class, nine boys and six girls, and I think that most of us guys were bad at math, and we had some aggressive guys that misbehaved pretty often. Early in the year Mrs. Gibson seemed like a bitch, but once the class got used to her discipline, she seemed to loosen up, even get friendly. Still, we were a rowdy bunch, and she seemed to accept some of the boys’ minor misbehaving. (more…)

Yet it was not a dark night a couple months back, the sun was setting but there was still enough light to see things as I gazed across at room 23 at the inexpensive Friendly Motel owned by my friend Jake’s family.

Nor was it stormy, as in fact we were in the middle of a southern New Jersey drought. Normally this time of year the corn was six to eight feet high, the flowers blooming in wonderful colors and the watermelons humongous.

Still, I had always wanted to write that line, which somehow came to mind because I was so darn bored. I kicked myself for having to be at the seedy motel, known as a No Tell Motel by teenagers and others with a bent for discretion, but it was something I needed to do. See, I had lost $2,800 on a “sure bet” at the race track and I needed to pick up a few bucks in addition to my regular job as an accountant at a local insurance company.

I told Jake of my troubles, he asked me to fill in for a couple months, a day here and there, and both of our problems would be solved. I got the money I needed and he had someone reliable to relieve him until his wife got back from helping her mother in Pittsburgh. Simple and convenient, if not dark and stormy. (more…)

Two days later I went down to the lake to swim. I had been working in the fields all day and hadn’t seen Lisa or Karin. When I went through the gate I saw several kids playing but none of the women. They must have their friends visiting, I thought. I hesitated, thinking about the other two times when they wanted to be alone and swim in the nude. I had been met and pushed away at the gate. Today nobody met me so I thought they weren’t in the nude.

I went to the entrance to the sun deck and stopped paralyzed. Karin and Lisa and two of their friends were there, all naked. Lisa was the first to see me and she smiled and rose.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you coming. You mustn’t be here; this is women only as you can see. So move out. Sorry.” She smiled and giggled and didn’t try to cover herself. The other three made halfhearted tries to shield their charms but it looked as if more for each other’s sake than for being shy in my presence.

I started to leave when Inga, the tall blond woman, said:

“Wait, what the heck, let him stay. I don’t mind. He will watch us anyway as he did before. And you even gave him permission and encouraged him to do it, didn’t you,” she said, nodding at Karin. “In fact, I like being looked at by such a good-looking young man. So what do you say Anne.” She looked at the other woman. (more…)

In the first chapter I told how my father’s cousin Lisa introduced me to love making and on several occasions trained me how to make love and please a woman. It all started when she allowed me to watch her and her friends swim in the nude. My father’s other cousin Karin wanted to take part in the fun. She teased me and showed her lovely naked body to me. She took over from Lisa and taught me several things although I was not allowed to fuck her properly in her cunt.

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The following day I saw that Karin and Lisa had their friends visiting them. I became disappointed. They shouldn’t have time for me. But at the same time I was thrilled about the possibility of a new nude performance at the lake. But when I recognized one of the friends my expectations were reduced. She was a real lady, very well dressed and her hair and make-up always in order. She sounded very strict and upper class and her three children behaved themselves. I couldn’t believe that she would bathe in the nude.

But I could not resist myself from going down to the lake in the afternoon.

When I came down I was met at the entrance as before but this time by Karin. She had a short towel loosely in front of her for modesty but didn’t care much how it was draped around her. One breast shoved and the towel only covered her pussy and one upper leg. The other leg was totally bare. (more…)

I am country-bred at a small farm just outside Stockholm, the capitol of Sweden. My family moved there when I was young but my parents kept their jobs in a nearby town.

The farm had several houses. They were used by relatives as summerhouses. In wintertime we were quite lonely but in the summer there were more people around.

Two female cousins of my father, Lisa and Karin, had a house each for their families. In those times it was customary that the wife and the children spent the summer in the summerhouse and the father was left in town working. Our farm had an advantage. It was so close to Stockholm that the husbands could come there at weekends but the wives got a little bored anyway.

The hot summer of 1959 the cousins were in theirs mid thirties. They had two children each in about the same age and helped each other so they could get some free time on their own.

I spent the summer at home working on the farm and with the horses. At 18, I had grown since last summer and the farm work had developed my body. I was shy and inexperienced but very interested in the female body. I started to fancy about these women who went around in light summer clothing and sundresses not thinking much about me being around. (more…)

Karen Nelson sighed and laid down the red pen she’d been using to grade papers and stretched her back. It was Friday and the clock on the back wall of the rectangular shaped classroom read five fifteen. School had been out for more than an hour and the custodians had already been into her room. She would probably be the last one to leave the building, which wasn’t unusual any more. The thirty-eight-year old woman looked out over the empty room and desks and an unbidden thought came to mind as she looked at the desks.

In her mind’s eye she could see the young boys that sat in the desks throughout each school day. Many of them, who were all seniors, were very handsome and she had noticed them, on several occasions, staring at her – especially her long, slender legs and well-rounded ass. For her it was a huge compliment because of her age and the fact that many of her girl students were very sexy. To have good-looking teen boys staring at her body in a way that more than suggested they would love to fuck her was extremely flattering to the older woman. She was after all nearly fifty and, while she wasn’t a bad looking woman, she was still much older than any of her male students. (more…)

I met Joey at my job. He just came up to me one day and started a conversation about sex. I was shocked I have never had a man just out of the blue talk to me about sex. He asked me if I was experienced and I said yeeessss!!! He seemed happy with my answer and took me to the hall of our job. He explained to me he was a virgin and wanted to learn how to have sex and asked if I would be interested in teaching him if I didn’t have a boyfriend. I wasn’t sure what to say…(I hadn’t had sex in a few months and really wanted to do it), but he was a stranger to me I didn’t know him well. I told him I would think about it.

1 week later

He walked out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers, his cock made a tent in the front. I was going to be giving him a lesson on how to eat pussy and fuck a women. He was 19 and hot as hell and he has a nice body, he was not thin, he was my kind of man, muscular arms, big chest full of muscle. He looked at me and said “shall we start my lesson Kitty”? I told him yes lets do. I took him by the hand to my bedroom and told him to lay on the bed. I started to take off my clothes, still not sure I wanted this man to see my naked body. I was no model and certainly not thin. I am a heavy women, 5′4, brown hair and eyes, and not conformable with my body, but I had to do this, I had to show him what women like or at least what I like.
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I’m a boy.

Dunno why I am, guess I don’t feel like I’ve crossed that line to man yet. I’m a little insecure, I guess. Sure, I’m a teenager. My balls have dropped long ago. Sure, I’ve fucked girls. I’ve done the stuff that make you a man. My dad paid for hookers for me when I was younger. He wanted me to be a man. I’ve fucked girls my age, too. Usually at parties when we’re drunk. That’s the only time I get the nerve. I’m kinda shy, too.

I’ve felt a girl’s mouth on my dick. I’ve felt how good it feels inside a girl’s wet pussy. I’ve cum up inside some girls. I like the way it feels.

But I get embarrassed when my cock gets hard on the beach, looking at all the topless girls. Sometimes they notice my hard dick and giggle at me. I hate that. I just run back to my room and masturbate. Sometimes three, four times a day. I do into the mirror. I like to watch, you know? (more…)

It was a long time coming. No, more accurately, that was the problem, or at least he was worried that it was a problem. The problem was that it wasn’t taking a long time cumming; it was at times taking no time at all to cum. It was a long time coming that he finally decided to seek professional consultation for his short time cumming.

Fortunately, Templeton College did have counseling services. It wasn’t a particularly large clinic, but Templeton was not a particularly large college. It was a small private college, with quite traditional values. The boys had to wear white shirts, black slacks and jackets, black ties, and black dress shoes. The girls of Templeton wore the matching uniform of a white blouse, plaid skirt, black tie, white socks, and black Mary Janes. But, this story doesn’t involve any of the girls of Templeton. It concerns Teddy.

It wasn’t hard for a story at Templeton to involve Teddy. Teddy seemed to get himself into quite a few predicaments, many of them quite embarrassing . It’s not that he didn’t have his good times. His life with Penny was quite good indeed , but that was now in fact part of the problem. It had become so good that he was becoming a little trigger happy, resulting in some embarrassing moments in what was suppose to be good times. (more…)

I was waiting in line at the theatre when I felt a tap on my shoulder and as I turned I was greeted by my favorite nephew.

“Hey how are you?” He asked giving me a big hug. I laughed and told him I was fine. Looking over his shoulder I saw you and gasped.

“What?” He said pulling back from me. I looked up at him trying to hide my surprise.

“Nothing I’m just happy to see you.” I said grinning at him.

“This is my friend Josh,” he said introducing us. You smiled at me and took my hand as if we had never met before. I looked down at our fingers enclosed in each others and felt my body begin to tingle all over. Slowly you let go of my hand and we walked towards the concession stand. As I ordered popcorn and a soda I watched and listened to the two of you bantering back and forth, smiling at the things you said to each other and drinking in the pleasure it gave me to have you so near. (more…)

I just turned 18 a few months earlier. I was a virgin and I had never had a girlfriend before. I wanted to have sexual experiences but I didn’t want to do anything stupid like hire a prostitute. I wasn’t bad looking I was just kind of a geek. I was 5′11″, 175 lbs, with black hair and brown eyes. I had just started college and was taking fencing as an elective. I also needed it for my theatre class because we would be putting on Hamlet in December. I was not an athletic person. I never played any sports in high school unless you count theatre as a sport. My muscles were tight after my first week of fencing. I got stiff necks and had trouble moving quickly without hurting. My instructor recommended getting a deep tissue massage to loosen my tight muscles.

I got back to my dorm and looked up massage therapists in the phone book but I didn’t have a car and none of the local therapists were in walking distance. The only other thing to do was to check out the school’s assets. The school’s health center didn’t offer that kind of service but the secretary suggested I talk to a professor who teaches a course in massaging. I went to talk to the instructor but the class was ending and the professor had already left. A few students remained talking in the class afterward. I saw a group of three older women talking, all of which were beautiful, one of which had a body to match her face. They were about 29 or 30. I asked the sexy one about the instructor. (more…)

When I was growing up in south Florida in the ’50s, I lived a privileged life. My family wasn’t really wealthy, but we were more than comfortable. We lived in a large, lovely home on a golf course. We were members of the exclusive country club in our area and traveled in all the right circles. From the time I was sixteen, I had my own car and was a member of the “in” clubs at my high school. I wanted for nothing, nothing that is except an exciting sex life.

I was good looking, best described as “cute”, but I wasn’t the school stud. As a sophomore in high school, I was 5′ 7″ tall and weighed a hulking 135 lbs. It wasn’t until my junior and senior years that I experienced a growth spurt which resulted in my attaining the lofty height of 5′ 10″. Nor was I the school jock. I was athletic, but my size mitigated against football stardom. I did play on the junior varsity team for awhile, but in a scrimmage against the varsity, I made the serious, and almost fatal, mistake of attempting to tackle the varsity fullback who weighed about sixteen tons. At least, that’s what it felt like when he flattened me like a steamroller. After my recovery from unconsciousness, a fractured jaw and several broken teeth, I joined the golf team and had a very successful high school athletic career as an orthopedically sound, if not champion, golfer.

My sex life, like that of most teenagers in the ’50s, was woefully inadequate. I had plenty of dates and my fair share of girlfriends. I even got laid once by one of the girls on the “Easy” list. It was a quick, exciting, wet, sloppy, frantic and not altogether fulfilling experience. The rest of my sexual experiences with members of the feminine gender generally consisted of furtive groping in the back seats of darkened automobiles. I remember many fondled breasts, wet fingers, blue balls and cold showers. Other than that, my sexual satisfaction was provided by “Mother Palm and Her Five Lovely Daughters”. I definitely was not an accomplished lover, that is, until after my experiences with Evelyn! (more…)

I hardly recognised him when I saw him. I had been idly sitting on a bench along the river path about halfway through my daily walk when a guy came strolling along dressed in a business suit, which is unusual along the path where casual clothing is the norm.

It is customary for people to greet each other, even strangers, along the river path so I glanced up and said, “Hi.”

It was he who recognised me first. He returned my greeting and then stopped in his tracks. “Tony?” he asked uncertainly. I looked up at him puzzled that he knew my name, and then I recognised him. “Adrian!” I exclaimed.

It had been twenty years since I had last seen him. Back in those days he had been a bright eyed mischievous looking fellow, friendly and full of fun. Now he was plumper and balding, but he still had that impish look about him.

We shook hands and went into those effusive lines people adopt when they haven’t met for a long time; “After all these years,” “You haven’t changed all that much,” “What have you been doing?” “I’m over here on a business trip,” and so on.

I said, “This calls for a bit of a celebration, let’s go to the Star and Bear and have a drink if you’ve got the time.”

“Sure,” he said, “I’ve finished what I came here to do and I’m just filling in time until my flight.” (more…)

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Her heart pounded in her chest as she listened to the captain make his descent announcements. Enjoy the beautiful state, enjoy the weather, fly Delta Airlines again and remember that this was the friendly captain speaking. Rightio-man. Whatever you say, chief, and who the fuck made you captain? Beth smiled to herself, remembering a comedian who asked that very question in his routine. The woman in her 30s had already packed up her book, crossword puzzle magazine, reading glasses and headphones to her CD player. Jim Morrison was silent for now though she suspected he’d make some repeat performances once she got to wherever he was taking her.

The plane slowed down on the runway, turning into one of those tunnels and the flight attendant was already standing at the front of the plane to give the remaining orders that they were to follow as they filed from the plane into the airport, and generally be whatever other help they were at the end of a flight. Beth wouldn’t need help and she hoped that neither attendant reached out to touch her. She was already shaking, nervous about the meeting ahead of her.

When she’d started the online friendship, she’d had no intention of it going beyond just that: friendship. But it had. In just a few months, the teasing banter turned to flirting, which then turned to virtual heavy petting and later into a full-on cyber relationship. She often found herself shaking her head and wondering just what in the hell she was thinking. What made the situation even stranger is that the guy on the other end of her keyboard attentions was in college. He’d turned 19 just a couple of months after they’d begun talking and he seemed to have no concerns about their huge age difference whatsoever. If anything, Beth worried more than he did, especially after he’d told her that he loved her. That made things a stranger reality to the 30-something college professor even though she’d written about more impossible-seeming situations all the time.
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Her name was Maggie Gibson, and she changed my life.

I was a shy, insecure 18-year-old away from home for the first time in my life. She was a 44-year-old widow living out a life of quiet desperation, far from the scene of her prime. We were two ships in the night who collided for eight of the most wonderful weeks of my life. Our affair, though short, was passionate in the extreme. When we first met, I was a boy; when I left her to return home, I was a man.

My name is Robert Davis, and I am a 39-year-old English professor at a prestigious private college in the South. I have also written three well-received books of historical fiction and am working on a fourth. I’m married, to a beautiful woman that I love deeply, and who loves me with equal passion, and we have three children. I’ve had a wonderful life, and I’m not sure any of it would have happened had I not encountered Maggie that special summer.

It was the summer after I graduated from high school in my home town in West Texas, right in the middle of oil country. My father was an ex-military man who went into the oil business and did well. He was a robust, athletic man who married a quiet, religious woman of deceptive strength. I am the youngest of four children, with two brothers and a sister, and they all took after Dad. My brothers were athletes in high school, Sis was a cheerleader and played basketball, and they all three followed Dad into the petroleum industry after attending college at his alma mater, Texas Tech.
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It seemed to 18-year-old Billy Mayfair that he had been on this bus forever already, yet he was not even half way there. It was a long trip from Fresno, California to South Dakota, especially on a bus.

Billy looked out of the window, contemplating how he had ended up on this bus to nowhere. He had been out with several of his friends after high school graduation, looking for some fun. The BMW was just sitting there, keys in the ignition, waiting for someone to drive it away. Billy didn’t want to do it but his friends called him a coward. Well, they didn’t get five miles before the cops caught them.

His mom had been mortified; her son was a criminal. She and the Judge agreed that Billy needed a change of scenery. The Judge gave Bill a choice, go to jail or work for a friend of his mother on her farm in South Dakota for the summer. Even for an eighteen-year-old, that was a ‘no-brainer’.

Jess Morgan, his mom’s best friend had married a man and moved to a farm in central South Dakota. Then she had lost her husband suddenly last year, leaving her with over a hundred acres of farmland and a lot of bills. Still, Jess was not the kind of woman that gave up easily; she was determined to make it on her own.

Billy barely remembered Jess; he had not seen her in years. His mom said he had always called her Aunt Jess because she had treated him so well. He was certain that she would be some dried up old hag, maybe even 40 years old. He was beginning to think that jail might have been a better choice. How was he going to make it through an entire summer in the middle of nowhere? He wasn’t even sure there was running water on her farm. (more…)

Tom was bored. His mother had asked him to help the ladies auxiliary of the schools parents and citizens committee conduct their fashion parade. He had agreed and then found that he was the only male student to do so.

Mrs Turnbull from the local franchise of Victoria’s Secret was supplying the clothes. The schools younger mothers were acting as models. A sprinkling of older mature women was added to help swell the crowd.

Tom was upset because the parade was to be on a Saturday night with rehearsals after school.

“Another fucking weekend shot to pieces,” he grumbled as he rode his old Harley Davidson down to local 5 star Hotel where the parade was to be held.

The bike was his pride and joy. His father had been a top rider and ran the local auto accessory shop. Tom who had for years helped out at the shop on Saturday mornings was given the restored Harley for his eighteenth birthday. (more…)

I am a genuinely nice guy. To take just one example, I never needed to be reminded that there was a community service requirement we’d have to meet before we graduated; I’d fulfilled it before I got to eleventh grade. Mostly to get out of the house, true, but also because I really enjoyed working with the deaf kids at the public library. My cousin Martha was deaf, and the fact that my mother couldn’t be bothered to learn Ameslan made it all the more attractive to me. Martha and I could sit there and “chat” right under my mom’s nose. Mom’s younger sister Penny knew exactly what we were saying, but she apparently had her own issues with Mom. I saw her biting her lip on more than one occasion to keep from laughing. The kids at the library were just delighted that I knew it, and we had a great time each week.

It’s true that I am just a teensy bit accident-prone. And that some of those accidents were at least partially my fault. Although to hear my mother talk about it, you’d think that it was entirely predictable that a truck carrying maple syrup would crash at 4:15 p.m. on a road that I would be driving at 4:17 p.m. I mean, they weren’t even going to raise our premiums for that. (more…)

It was already warm out, even at five in the morning, and I knew the weathergirl on the radio was correct in saying it was going to be a scorcher. I was standing on my back step with a cup of tea, drinking in the peaceful calm of the earliness, admiring the way the morning sun made the dewdrops glitter on the leaves of my roses.

I had grabbed a clean t-shirt of my son’s on the way through the laundry room and pulled it over my naked body before going outside. You never know who might wander by for an early morning stroll or jog, and even though I lived in a more secluded part of town, and had a good hedge built up around my yard, it was not entirely private.

Considering that this was a small town, and many opportunities are based on reputation, causing a scandal wasn’t a really smart idea. The last thing I wanted was to be pushing my cart through the bread aisle of the grocery store while people stopped and whispered to each other about how Ms. Keys has an exhibitionistic streak in her. (more…)

“I don’t think I’ll be able to attend tonight’s committee meeting. My damn husband is out of town again and I can’t find a babysitter.”

I was standing behind two attractive women in the grocery store’s express check-out.

“Amy, you have to come. You’ve done all the work to date and we need the project to remain on track.”

“I know . . . I know. I’ll make a few more calls and see if I can find a sitter.”

My name is Chris. I’m a college sophomore and I’m home for a five week Christmas vacation. My dad has already bugged me about finding some part-time work. ‘No son of mine is going to lie around the house for five weeks. Get a job!’

I actually agreed with Dad, but who is going to hire someone for five weeks?

As I exited the grocery store, I saw the mother who needed the babysitter. She was packing her bags in the back of her SUV.

I approached her and started, “Excuse me. I’m Chris. I’m a college student and I’m home on vacation. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I’m looking for work and heard you say you needed a babysitter.”

I kept a respectable distance, but the woman was looking at me suspiciously, as I continued, “You can call Bob Lewis at the Parks and Recreation Department as a quick reference. I lifeguard at the pool during the summer. Also, Sergeant Jim Parks at the Police Department is a neighbor.”

“Anyway,” I stuttered, “if you want a babysitter, give me a call.” I wrote out my name and cell number, handed her the slip of paper and headed home. (more…)

I walked in the house and dropped my book bag on the kitchen table. Opening the refrigerator I scanned for something to eat. Finding nothing appealing I grabbed a soda, popped it open, sat down at the kitchen table. My mom walked in.

“Oh hi Shawn. You’re home early.” She said.

“Yeah I didn’t have any classes this afternoon.”

“Well Mrs Anderson called and wondered if you wouldn’t mind helping her move some furniture around.”

“Sure I could go over this afternoon.”

“Great I’ll call her and let her know.”

Ah Mrs Anderson. She, her husband and 2 kids lived a couple of blocks away. My parents and the Andersons have been friends for years. The funny thing is my girlfriend’s family also knew the Andersons. Actually Brandi just babysat for the Anderson’s last night.

After lunch I went over to the Andersons. I knocked on the door, the same door I knocked on last night when Brandi called. She called me to come over and fuck her while she was babysitting. I got out of there just as the Andersons returned home. (more…)

“Buy me a drink sailor?”

Blearily I swiveled my head towards the sound and tried to focus my eyes to see who was addressing me.

The barmaid who stood by the table finally came into focus. She was short, perhaps 5′2,” blond, and what I’d once heard described as “healthy” by a good old boy from Texas. She was what would now be called a BBW, not overly fat, but pleasingly plump and pretty to boot with sky blue eyes.

I looked down to the table and viewing the small pile of coins and bills, allowed I had enough money for another beer and a drink for her, so I nodded my head.

She picked up my empty glass and walked off to the bar to refill it and pick up her drink (juice and?). While I waited for her to return I looked around and found myself to be alone except for the bartender and the barmaid. Glancing towards the clock I finally determined that it was almost closing time which meant that after this drink it was time to head back to the ship.

Hell of a note! Friday night. I’ve got liberty until Monday morning and payday isn’t until Tuesday. (more…)