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“AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my third first-person sketch: though if I pay any more attention to these things, I’ll have to call them “stories.”

The title gives this one away: it’s part 2 of “Beads & Pearls.” This episode has the same characters partying down during Mardi Gras, but their second evening takes them on a different path. The “group sex” category pretty much gives away what’s going to happen, though it could fit into exhibition or “loving wives” just as easy. Some of the content was influenced by requests and comments received via private message. (more…)

I had been an on-site manager of a large apartment complex for over three years at that time. What was about to happen to me on that extremely hot Arizona summer day was definitely a first, but fortunately not a last.

The apartment complex was nothing special. It had enough pools to serve half the state yet I could not see enough hotties laying out in their bikinis. Besides enjoying those rare views, my job was pretty simple and even boring sometimes. Unfortunately, more “older” folks lived here than college age women, which I preferred myself having been a recent graduate. (more…)

“Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Signore Calcio for his story suggestion and editing to make this a better story.”

John Kettering was disappointed and puzzled. Maybe most of all, he was frustrated. Being the head football coach at a small high school in football crazy Texas was at best not an easy job. It didn’t matter how many kids the school had enrolled – or not – the locals expected the football team to be a winner. This, in spite of the fact that the school’s team had not finished better than 5-5 in the last dozen years. (more…)

I met her just after I graduated from high school. She was the younger sister of a good friend. I tried not to pay too much attention to her, as she was only fourteen at the time, but just between us, she was hot. Her name was Angie, and she hardly said two words to me, preferring to talk with her girl friends on the phone, or hide up in her room. But that was OK as I spent most of my time working on cars, and playing video games. After a while, I started working out of town, and my buddy enrolled in a police academy in another state. I lost all track of him and his family. (more…)

They both got a good night’s sleep and woke up right before 7:00 a.m. Paul was laying on his side and Joy reached over and started rubbing his back. She lay next to him and reached out and rubbed her hands up and down his back with just a little bit of pressure. Paul moaned a little and then turned to her.

“Hi” she said and she pecked kissed him all over his face.

Joy wakes up horny and so does Paul, but this morning he decided to tease Joy a bit.

She started to move over to him and Paul said “No, no, no, no. I am not fucking you this morning.” (more…)

“Hi, Matt! Emily’s not here right now, she’s gone out with Sean.”

That was Elizabeth, the younger sister of one of my good friends. The very pretty younger sister of one of my good friends. She’d finally fought with their crazily barking dog, Chloe, long enough to see who it was knocking at her door on that cloudy suburban Saturday. I remember thinking, the first time I met Liz, that there was no way someone that cute should even be allowed out of her room by her parents, let alone any farther. (more…)

Not having a telephone number, I wrote Laura as soon as I got back to the states, telling her that I was being discharged and that I would see her soon.

As of the 21st I was a civilian again. I spent the next two days looking for a suitable car, settling on a two-year-old Toyota with low mileage. It took two days to cross California and one half of Arizona, partly because I didn’t want to push the car in the desert heat, mainly because I didn’t want to be alone in Laura’s house for long. The hand drawn map she had sent me did not contain street names or house numbers but it was accurate and the house was easy to recognize from the photo, even though it was dark when I arrived. (more…)

“Good morning Mrs. Browning” John said in his velvety slow voice.

“Good morning John,” she replied with the ease of one who was talking to a long familiar employee “How are the children doing?”

“Fine Ma’am Beth is doing well in college and Sky’s practice is taking off” he answered her with an obvious pride. John had worked for Amanda Browning for almost thirty years now. He had been there through the birth of her child and had been the rock she clung to when a drunken driver took her beloved husband. (more…)

Standing in my girlfriend’s kitchen, we packed her belongings and wiped out the cupboards. There were moments of conversation, but more times of deafening silence with the sound of dishes the only reminder we were there.

We have known one another since high school. A week after her fortieth birthday she told me her husband accepted a job across the country. That shock sent an emotional tidal wave through my body. I have always viewed her as wild and sassy, a true Mexican spitfire. She has always been the wild one of our friendship, while I lived vicariously through her escapades. We’re both about 5′4″ but built quite differently. She buys Levi’s because of her thin hips, while I have a rounded figure. What she lacks in ass she makes up in tits. On several occasions I admired her body, but kept it to myself and offered joking remarks to her about it. (more…)