“This is my second posted story. Read this one or the other and please let me know what you think. I’m interested in hearing from other writers… and cute college girls. Enjoy!”

It was a Wednesday and Marie had come over to my place to study. We were in a political science class together and had only known each other a few weeks. I met her after I had skipped a class and wanted to find out what I had missed. So, being the smart guy I am, I asked the cute girl sitting a few seats down from me. When she started to tell me, I moved down and sat beside her. We chatted for a few minutes before class and I looked her up and down as casually as I could. She had really curly chestnut hair that fell in swirls down across her face as she talked. Dark brown eyes regarded me calmly from behind her small stylish glasses. She was very tan for March, but it made her skin glow warmly. She was sitting, but I could tell she was about 5″6″ with a nice athletic frame and on this soft southern spring day, this lovely girl was wearing a short denim skirt, cute sandals, and a light orange shirt that stretched across her curvy breasts. I thanked her for the information and introduced myself. She told me her name was Marie. (more…)

After spending 8 months in the desert I was looking forward to a little R and R. Somehow I was lucky enough to get on the list of guys going home for a couple of weeks. That might not seem like much but after eating sand and MRE’s, (that’s meals ready to eat to you); I was ready for some four star cuisine and a real bed. I was also looking forward to getting laid in a big way. Eight months is a long time to be hanging out with a bunch of guys and having no privacy. Hell, just thinking about hooking up once I got home was enough to get me riled up. It started to get hard to bear on the first leg. The girls working in our section were knockouts! One blonde and brunette on that plane just knew what kind of effect they were having on us. I know for a fact a few buddies were heading back to the lav to “rub one out” before getting home. No stamina, too bad. My first time in “the world” was NOT going to be in an airplane lavatory with my friggin’ hand! (more…)

March in the Lake Tahoe area is usually cold and clear. Magnificent for winter sports but lousy for moving into a new house. Fortunately, it wasn’t me who was doing the moving. It was Thursday and I was getting new next door neighbors without warning.

I’ve moved myself several times in the past and I know what it’s like to do it in bad

weather, so I decided I’d wait a day or two before introducing myself. Friday afternoon, I picked up a wine and cheese basket at the local “gourmet” shoppe and ventured next door for introductions. (more…)

“AUTHOR’S NOTE: ”

“This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD [ http://forum.literotica.com:81/showthread.php?s=&threadid=270165 ]”

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I looked out the window at the sky growing dark with storm clouds, and uneasily wondered why my husband wasn’t home yet. I love storms, but this one had been called dangerous more than once on the weather forecasts, and the scenes of devastation it had left behind in the areas it had already gone through were frightening. The wind whistled through the trees next to the house, growing louder and louder every minute, starting to become almost a muted roar. I paced, watchful and worried, in front of the big picture window in the living room, chanting, “Come on, come on,” like a mantra to to bring him home safely. (more…)

You never forget the first girl you have sex with. Mine was named Sue. To this day I still think about her.

I ran into her the other day at the market. She was still hot, just as she was in high school. Same long dirty-blonde hair, tight little ass and beautifully curved tits. I was contemplating a bottle of wine when she walked up to me and said hello. We hugged hard, glad to see each other.

“How are you, Sue?”

“Good, Joe. You’re looking good for forty.”

“Same with you.” We checked each others ring fingers, which were both empty. We agreed to meet for dinner that night and I said I would pick her up. We went to my favorite restaurant in the City and the maitre’d seated us immediately at my favorite table in the corner. She allowed me to order for her and I picked a full classic French meal, starting with pate, then a clear soup, roasted chicken, vegetables, potatoes and finished with a cheese plate. (more…)

Judson sat quietly on the porch swing, rocking gently, softly stealing a gentle breeze from the spring Alabama night. Another day had come and was winding down. Business had been slow at the little hardware store he owned and operated, but that was to be expected. Summer was here, and all the self-made handymen had completed their spring repairs and had moved on to the pursuits of summer. About the only regular customers now were the local builders, and most of them bought from him only when the purchase was too small to justify the half hour drive into the next town where the large hardware chain store continued its ongoing conspiracy to destroy small local businesses. Still, Judd couldn”t blame the builders for shopping there. The variety of merchandise available dwarfed his meager inventory and his prices were higher, despite his efforts to cut his margins and remain competitive. (more…)

The first thing that Kimmie noticed was his shoulders. They were incredibly broad, with muscles rippling under the tight black tee shirt. Her fingers itched to see what all of that skin would feel like as it slid inch by inch underneath her touch. After the initial clench low in her belly subsided a little, her gaze moved upwards and settled on his smile. Those lips were so sensual, so incredibly kissable. She could picture sucking on that lower lip and melting as those lips touched places that were not to be seen in public. And while he was doing that, she would be grabbing onto that bald head and holding him in place while she cried in ecstasy. (more…)

“This is a fictional account. Merry Christmas All!”

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Katie woke with a start and bolted up in bed. ‘Where the hell am I?’ she wondered in a bit of a panic. Bright sunshine streamed in the two windows made frosty looking from the snow and cold outside. It was warm and cozy inside and she was in a soft double bed with a nice thick comforter. She looked at herself and and saw that she had on an old flannel shirt she did not recognize. It was then she felt the pain in her head. She slowly moved her hand to the spot where the pain seemed to be centered and felt a small lump. ‘Had she fallen and banged her head?’ she thought. No, she remembered driving along in her car in an early winter snow storm on her way to grandma’s nursing home. What the heck had happened? Where was she? (more…)

They had been married for almost 8 years. By now they were strangers living in the same house. The sex, if they had it at all, was perfunctory. It was unusual if it lasted 5 minutes. He would just roll over, pull her nightgown up over her waist and stick his cock inside her. No foreplay and certainly no cuddling afterward. No, he just rolled over and went to sleep after he had had his sexual relief.

They didn’t have any kids. He blamed it on her. Telling her she wasn’t fertile. But she knew better. The reason her family had moved to Bingo, Illinois was that she had had an abortion when she was 16. So she knew she was fertile. Very fertile since she had only had sex once and he pulled out before he came. So those few little stray sperm had found a very receptive womb. But he would not, could not believe it could be his problem. She had never told him about the abortion, he was very conservative and would never had married her if he had known about it. (more…)

“A special thanks to gotwood49, not only for his editing services, but for this story. Thanks for the idea; and it was a blast to write!”

He had been living in the area for about six months now. The church had decided to let him get settled before approaching him. Mandy had been chosen to approach the man, but not by herself. She was new to recruitment, so she was nervous. The butterflies in her stomach weren’t really settled, either, even with Debra’s expert knowledge beside her.

“Ma’am…Debra, I hope I make you proud,” the young woman said, as she looked into the soft brown eyes of the woman whom Mandy looked up to. (more…)