“Well, that was a surprise. To those who may have clicked on what was supposed to be this story early Tuesday and were confused, well so was I. A little mix-up occurred which is all fixed now, hopefully. Many thanks to the fine folks at Literotica for their work in getting it all straightened out.

The third installment of Summer 1971 features the reuniting of David and his best friend Kenny, home from college and visiting at Lake George for a few days before heading back out west to school.”

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“If this submission has a familiar ring to it, yes, an old classic was my inspiration–but with my own twists and interpretations. I originally wrote the story in 2004, my first foray into authorship, in third person, but have since changed it to first person. I just wanted to see if I could put together a coherent story with dialogue. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may not be entirely realistic. The story is a work of fiction. All places, events, and persons are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]” (more…)

I have never been a pretty girl. I am tall (six feet in my stockings) and skinny, with wide hips and a big nose that never really recovered its shape after a bicycle accident when I was eight. To make matters worse, I’ve never been a girly girl: I don’t wear make-up or make a big fuss about my hair. Growing up I liked playing dungeons and dragons and basketball. I was a nerd. The guys all thought I was a freak. Maybe they were right.

So I found myself in college, 19 years old, a virgin, and horny as hell. College guys, as far as I could tell, were the same things as high school boys. There seemed to be no chance of me having a sex life. I immersed myself in my studies and masturbated frequently. (more…)

*PART 2: Consequences*

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Sunday morning we awoke to the smell of pancakes. We probably would have slept in a bit longer if Francine did not start banging pots and pans three inches from my head, but I guess she wanted us to enjoy the breakfast she’d made before it got cold. My arm was rather sore from Catherine using it as a pillow all night, but I readily decided that she was worth it. She nuzzled against my chest and refused to get up until Francine came back to pull her off of me.

Jimmy staggered out of the bathroom a minute later, the pain of hangover evident on his face. An hour later, fed to satisfaction, the four of us had cleaned up the evidence of last night’s events and were sitting around rather awkwardly, unsure of exactly what to say. All four of us were attached, and yet we had just engaged in a four-way orgy last night. The question was what to do now? None of us knew. Instead, we drove back to the bar to retrieve our various vehicles and drove home. Before we left, I promised Catherine I would call her. (more…)

Sabrina found that working in the pizza parlor takes more effort than she expected. She also didn’t like that the hours. She got off work at two in the morning. She ended up staying up all night and sleeping all day. It was wearing her husband out.

There were some perks to the job though. Beer was free. She liked sticking around for a little while after work and hoisting a few with the guys who closed the restaurant. They were lots of fun. She especially liked the head cook Charlie.

He was sweet to her and made sure the guys didn’t take advantage of her being new and a girl. He took extra time to show her how to do everything and she appreciated it. She also liked the bartenders Mike and Tony. They were always making jokes and having fun. (more…)

Simply put, holiday shopping can drive a person insane. My wife and I had just concluded a day at the mall. We were stressed and in need of unwinding. Driving down the road we passed an all too familiar establishment, the Platinum Horse. It was an upscale gentleman”s club, known for its fine dining, spirits and of course a female revue that was its hallmark. We entered the establishment, found ourselves a table in a secluded corner, ordered our drinks and began taking in the sites. Several young scantly clad ladies paraded around the tables entertaining patrons. Surveying the establishment I soon realized that my wife was the only female patron in attendance. Several customers eyed her curiously, as if the had never seen a woman enter a strip club that was not employed there. (more…)