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Eighteen and Ready To Get Fucked

When I was eighteen years old I was still living at home, saving up a bit of money before I moved out of town to go to university. I had taken the year off after graduating high school, working as a hostess in a restaurant a few nights a week. My job gave me plenty of free time during the day, something that I valued greatly as spring led into summer. I spent many afternoons at the beach or even just hanging out in my parents’ backyard working on my tan.

Although I’ve fluctuated a few pounds here and there over the years, my body is very much the same now as it was then, over twelve years earlier. I was very petite, standing about five-foot-two and weighing not much more than a hundred pounds. I’ve never had to work very hard to keep my figure; in fact, the times in my life when I didn’t exercise at all actually added weight to my hips and my breasts in a way that most of the guys I’ve been with actually seemed to prefer.

At eighteen, I had been seeing the same guy for over two years. He was, at that point, the first and only guy I had ever slept with. Unfortunately, however, we had started to grow apart and it was only a matter of time before one of us would have the guts to break up with the other.

In the meantime I was really lusting after Sean, the guy who had been living with us for the last few months. Sean’s dad was a close friend of my dad’s and he had just moved into the area for a new job. He was hoping to save up some money to buy a place of his own, so my dad offered to let him stay with us for a little while. He was in his mid-twenties, tall and fit with short, brown hair. As cute as he was, he was also quite shy, or at least that’s what I thought. I’m pretty sure I had seen him checking me out on more than one occasion, but I had never detected anything resembling any real interest on his part. Although I was a little more outgoing, I had never done anything more than smile at him and make sure I looked nice any time he was around.

It was late on a weekday morning when I had decided to lie down in the backyard and get some sun. My parents were both at work and my brother was at school, and Sean was probably working as well. I changed into my little yellow string bikini and grabbed a towel before heading outside. I had been blessed with tolerant skin, so I rarely wore sunscreen when I was out in the sun. I spread the towel out on the lawn and sprawled out on my back, soaking in the rays. After about twenty minutes I flipped onto my stomach, undoing the ties on my bikini top so that I wouldn’t wind up with any tan lines on my back. I had just untied myself when I heard the phone ringing inside the house. I ignored it, knowing that by the time I had tied up my top and gotten inside I would have missed the call anyway. It was only a few seconds later that I heard Sean’s voice calling to me from the house.

“Hey Christine, the phone’s for you,” he said.

Because I thought I had the house to myself, his voice startled me. I jumped a bit and turned my head to face the house. This wound up exposing my right breast for a brief moment before I remembered that I was topless.
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Catching Sis

My name is Andrew. At the time of the story I was 18 years old, going on 19 in several months. I was a student at a local public high school, and I was, as I am now, a popular kid. I have black hair, blue eyes, and I played tennis and basketball. I also had a body the girls sure seem to like.

I worked out some, so I was a bit muscular, but not overly ripped. I made good grades, but my very strict parents limited my “opportunities” in life. I had a lot of friends, but they always seemed to be more successful with girls then I did.

I wasn’t completely without experience though. Although I never had a girlfriend for more then a couple of months, I have gotten laid my fair share of times. Every time I would get with a girl though, it seemed like the sex just didn’t have the “feelings” that I thought should be associated with it.

When I wasn’t having much success with girls, it seemed like I was constantly masturbating. I sometimes got myself off three times a day when I was really horny. Usually my sessions were pretty dull with an occasional Internet site, but other then that my sexual fantasies were played out in my head. But anyway, I would like to tell you about an experience of mine, it happened just a year ago, the spring of my senior year in high school…

I grinned as Michael handed me the cassette tape. School was out; it was a Friday. I just couldn’t wait to get home and relax. The tape I referring to was a porn, something my eyes rarely feasted on. I was unusually excited because my parents were going to be away the evening, allowing me to carry out my sexual fantasies without fear of getting caught. I hurried to my car, and sped away from the high school towards my home.

Upon arriving at my house I could already feel the bulge beginning to grow between my legs as I unlocked and walked through the front door. I rushed to my room, and quickly put up my stuff, and changed into a comfortable pair of shorts, and a new shirt.
After quickly cleaning up my room, I took the videotape and stuck it into the VCR. As it began to rewind, I quickly went over and shut the blinds, and locked my door, causing my room to darken. As the video continued to rewind I though about what a rare opportunity this was for me. By this time my boner had subsided, but I figured that it certainly would appear again soon.

I settled down onto the floor with my back leaning against the edge of my bed. Then it hit me; I stood up and ran to the bathroom to get some KY jelly I had found in my childhood. I figured it was my parents, but seeing as how they were gone, I grabbed the tube and brought it back into my room.

Just as I once more settled down I heard the clicking of the VCR as it stopped rewinding. I grabbed the remote in my hand, and pressed “play” causing the video to start. Eager to get to the good stuff, I quickly fast-forwarded through the credits and copyright warnings.

The screen then flashed to a scene of a young male and female passionately making out. It wasn’t long before the girl’s top was off and he was greedily licking her breasts and nipples. Seeing how no one was home, and I was already getting hard I decided to go ahead and remove my shorts and shirt.

As I continued to watch, the outline of my cock in my briefs became increasingly visible. I subconsciously began to rub my hand over the outline of my cock. The man on the screen then moved south, as he pulled off the girls soaking panties, and began running his tongue all throughout the girls slit.

My boner then became even more evident, as I watched the events unfolding on screen. Overcome I reached into my briefs, and grabbing the band pulled them down to my knees, and kicked them across the room.

Now completely naked, my complete manhood came into view. It was six and three-fourths inches in length, and about 5 inches in circumference. I knew this well, since I measured it often. At its base was a large of patch of curly dark pubic hair. The shaft was thick, and was turning purple because of all the pressure running through it.

At the top was a large mushroom head, which looked almost unproportional to the thickness of the shaft. I had been circumcised, and my foreskin was pulled tight due to my raging erection. Just at the tip, my opening was already beginning to emit drops of pre-cum.

I slowly reached towards the ground, and cupped my balls with my left hand gently running a hand over each of them. With my other hand, I reached for the KY jelly and generously applied it into my hand, and then grasped onto my cock. I slowly began to stroke, being careful to make this last.

From there, I turned my attention back to the screen, where by now the girl had just experienced an orgasm, and was positioning herself for doggy-style sex. The man on the screen had a massive cock, and I could feel my cock harden as the moans of pleasure filled her, as his cock did. As the man began to pound away, the girl’s tits began to jiggle, only causing me to stroke harder. After a horny day at school, I was already close to cumming, and slowed things down again to see if I could hold off for another scene.

Eventually, they both ended up in orgasm, much to my relief. Then, the screen switched, only leaving me to wonder if I could hold out much longer. On screen appeared two women. I was excited at the idea of group sex, but was surprised to see that the two girls began passionately making out. It wasn’t what I suspected, but I was turned on by the idea of lesbian sex. Being from the sheltered family I was, I certainly didn’t have much exposure to this type of thing.

As the two girls continued making out, one reached down and grasped the breast of the other. It wasn’t long before they both stepped out of their skirts, leaving them exposed only in their bras and panties. Then one of the girls took control of the situation. She began by kissing the neck, and eventually wound up with her face resting just between the two breasts of her friend.

The two boobs were still bra-clad as she ran her hands over them, paying special attention to the nipples. Then, in one swift motion she reached behind the girl, and undid her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. I then noticed as the one girl reached to the nightstand beside the bed and grabbed something. As she twisted the end of the device it began to emit a low humming noise. It was at this point that I realized it was a vibrator.

The skillful girl then massaged and licked one breast, while working the tip of the vibrator over the other. After kneading and thoroughly working each of the breasts, the girl then moved between the thighs of the other.
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Cheerleaders Diary

Dear Diary,

Sorry that I haven’t written lately, but it has been a most amazing time at college. After eighteen years of being told by my parents, teachers and sometimes it seemed everyone else in my world, especially older brothers, what to do and when; these first few weeks have been amazing.

Of course, before they all drove me to college, my parents and every last one of my seven older brothers and their families threw me a fabulous eighteenth birthday party. I got all kinds of things for my dorm room and new clothes. I used the party to tell my high school boyfriend Steve that it was O-V-E-R. Since we were going to different colleges, we both knew it would never work…his fault for not making better grades so he could get into a good school like I did. I think he was cheating on me anyway; not that we ever went all the way.

That reminds me, the most exciting news of the past couple weeks…I lost my virginity. Well, had it taken is more accurate. Like in high school I tried out for the cheerleading squad. But things are different here at college. Instead of just entertaining the crowds and motivating the team at games, you have to entertain and motivate the players…off the field.

I was surprised and frightened at first when I found out. In fact, I almost decided not to try out at all, but I have ALWAYS been a cheerleader. My Mama was a cheerleader. Even Nana was a cheerleader, way back. Of course, they were only high school cheerleaders. I want to be the first girl in the family to make the college squad. I could not let a little thing like my virginity stand in the way of that.

I didn’t really know what it would be like. I heard the other girls, whose turn came before mine, talk about it though. It was simple really. You went to the dorm where most of the players lived and you signed in as someone’s study buddy. They came down and escorted you back to their room where you had sex with him…and any of his friends around. But you had to be done and out of there by ten o’clock curfew.

I was really nervous when it was my turn. At lunch, Sally May, the head cheerleader, gave me a slip of paper that contained the name and room number of the player that I was to…entertain and motivate. Wouldn’t you know it; it was Tyreese Moore, the star running back and possible Heisman Trophy candidate. I got even more scared then. I had hoped for someone more…well, like me; maybe the hot, blonde quarterback, who was known for his high grades as much as his throwing arm. If he did not make the NFL, he would certainly be a Rhodes Scholar.

Tyreese was the exact opposite of all that. He was a kid from the inner city, who could have never made it to college without football. He was also black. Having never actually been with a guy before, the thought of having a black guy as my first was terrifying. Was it really true? The size thing.
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Slumber Party Fun

Mom and Dad had gone to the Caribbean for the weekend. They were going to be gone for ten days. I was at home with my two sisters, Jill, 19 and Janet, 18. Jill was studying with her friend Sylvia. They had a chemistry midterm Monday and were doing some last minute cramming. Janet was expecting some friends for a sleepover to celebrate her friend Monica’s nineteenth birthday. I was relaxing, listening to the alternative radio station and surfing around online.

The phone rang, and I picked it up. It was Janet’s friend Judy. Judy is a slim redhead with pale skin and a very few freckles.

“Hi, Steve,” Judy giggled. “How are you doing?”

“Fine, how is your car?”

Judy hesitated, “I wish I could say that I was done, but I had to get a new part, and it has not come in yet.”

“I’ll get Janet.”

I went downstairs to get my sister and went past Sylvia who was bringing up two glasses of coke. Sylvia has wavy black hair.

At the bottom of the steps, I looked up to see up Sylvia’s skirt. I got a quick peek of her round ass, which was visible, since she was wearing a thong.

I licked my lips to imagine how soft and smooth her ass would be to the touch.

Janet’s door was closed and the music was loud.

I knocked on the door, “Jan!”

“Come in.”

I walked in and saw that Janet was not alone. Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, wearing white socks and a blue summer dress was Janet’s blonde friend, Beth.

“Hello, Steve,” Beth smiled swinging her pony tail as she turned to look at me.

Beth was 18 and had been friends with Jan since junior high. I smiled back.

“Hey, Beth,” I smiled back.

Beth was no longer the skinny, flat chested girl I remember when she played soccer with Jan. Her breasts were nice and full, probably a C-cup. Her ass was nice and round without being too fat. In High School, I always had a crush on Beth, probably because I saw her so often.

“Judy is on the phone.”

“Thanks bro,” my sister was the youngest of her friends, having turned 18 last month and she still had braces. Like me, her hair was a sandy brown. But she had gray eyes where mine are green.

I walked out of my younger sister’s room when the door bell rang.

It was Monica, the birthday girl.

Monica was a short, brunette, like my sister, but her hair was a reddish brown, which she kept in a short, almost boyish bob. She was a tomboy, who liked to play touch football with the boys, and ate steaks instead of salads.

“Bye, Mom,” Monica waved to the SUV with one tire on our drive-way.

Monica grabbed me in a hug. She was wearing denim overalls over a pink t-shirt. Her tits were full like Beth’s and I felt them pressing against me in the hug. I thought how nice it would be to press my face into her soft tits. I wonder if she knew how much she was turning me on.

“Hi Steve,” Monica was always affectionate and was known to kiss me on the cheek if I did her a favor.

“Hey, Monica” I punched her on the shoulder.

“I want to talk with you about something.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Not now, I’ll tell you later,” she walked past me to Janet’s room.

I went upstairs. At the top of the steps, I noticed that Sylvia had left my sister Jill’s door open. I walked over and peeked in. I could not believe what I saw.

My sister was standing in front of Sylvia and has one hand on her skirt covered ass. I could still picture the round globes of her ass that I had peeked at.

The two girls were French kissing. I knew my sister Jill had a boyfriend, Mike, so I figured she must like girls and boys. My sister turned Sylvia around and I could see that Sylvia was massaging my sister’s ass with both hands.
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Cheerleader Gets Fucked

The superintendent promoted me from teacher to principal the same day Janet turned 18. I’d been watching that little girl shake her ass down the hallways of Jefferson High for more than three years. Every Friday during football season, she came to school dressed in her green and white cheerleader uniform. The mascot, an eagle, stretched across her luscious tits. All I could think about was making her spread like one. Now that I’d been given the powers of a principal and she was legal, I became determined to make my fantasy come true.

I told the secretary to summon Janet just before lunch on my first Friday as principal. Janet was a dutiful student; it took her no more than a few minutes. Her black hair was up in a ponytail, tied with a green ribbon to match her cheerleader uniform. School records said she was 18, but she could’ve easily passed for three years younger.

“Hi,” she said.

“Close the door Janet,” I said.

She gently shut the door.

“And lock it,” I said.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked.

“Just do as you’re told,” I said.

After the lock clicked, I motioned for Janet to take a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk. The skirt left plenty of bare thigh exposed. I imagined running my tongue up against that soft skin and making her sweet, virginal pussy wet for the first time. My dick turned hard as a librarian’s glare.

“Janet,” I said. “Do you plan to go to college?”

“Well, yes,” she said. “I’ve already applied to Brown, Yale and Stanford.”

I swiveled my chair so I could close the blinds on the window behind me.

“Do you know what a letter from your principal can mean to those colleges?” I asked as the room darkened.

“Not exactly,” she said.

“Let me explain it,” I said, turning around to shoot her a stone-faced glare. “If your principal writes a good letter, it can greatly enhance your chances of getting accepted to the school.”

I stood up and looked down at Janet. The lights were off. Slits of sunlight cut across her face. I sensed fear and vulnerability in her big, brown eyes, and then I knew I could have my way with her. I walked around the desk, knelt next to her and put my hand on her thigh.

“But if your principal writes a bad letter, it reflects poorly on you,” I said. “And do you know what that means?”

“It means I won’t get in,” she said.

“That’s right,” I said. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

I slid my hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy over her panties. She already had a wet spot.

“Has a boy fucked you yet, Janet?” I asked.
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Cheerleader Photo Shoot

Steve was your typical high school senior. He wasn’t the star athlete and he wasn’t the class geek, just the average kid in a large school. He was about 5′ 10″ and around 170lbs. Not a muscle man but he had a nice body and had average looks. Steve didn’t have any enemies, just lots of friends. He didn’t care if you were the most popular kid in school or the outcast that nobody would talk to, he would be your friend. The only down fall to Steve was that he was an 18 year old virgin. He thought about sex and wanted to have sex he was just not the kind of guy to really hit on girls or ask them out. Things were all about to change for him soon.

Friday night came and went and Steve had done nothing but sit at home since he wasn’t really part of the in crowd, the jocks and cheerleader, who were partying all night. Saturday morning arrived and Steve headed for work like he had been doing for the past year or so at a local photography studio. The day had been going by like it normally had, plenty of screaming little kids, but then the door opened and in walked Melanie Porter. Melanie was the head cheerleader and probably the prettiest girl in the school. As she walked in Steve couldn’t help but stare. Melanie was about 5′ 6″ and 125lbs, long blonde hair, very firm body, an ass that was too die for and the nicest pair of 34C breast that Steve had ever seen.

Melanie walked over to Steve and they exchanged the normal pleasantries and some small chit chat about school. Steve learned that she was in getting her senior pictures taken for the year book Melanie walked away to get her pictures taken and Steve went back to work. About ten minutes later Melanie walked out and up to Steve again. Melanie asked him if he took pictures and he told her yes, that he had hoped to become a professional photographer some day. Melanie stood there and thought for a minute then asked him if he would be interested in helping her and the other cheerleaders raise money for the senior prom. Steve figured that he probably wouldn’t be going to the prom so he really didn’t know if he wanted to help raise money for it, but the more he thought about it the more he figured that he would be able to spend time with Melanie and the other 5 cheerleaders. Steve asked her what it was she wanted him to do. Melanie went on to explain that they wanted to make a cheerleader calendar and sell them to raise money and they needed someone to take the pictures. Steve couldn’t believe his luck, being able to take pictures of 6 of the most beautiful girls he knew as they dance around in their cheerleading outfits. They made arrangements to start taking the pictures the following Saturday.

The following week seemed to drag on for what seemed like months as Steve anticipated the day he got to take the girls pictures. Everyday at school all he could do is look at the girls as they passed him in the hall and visualize them posing in their outfits. Saturday morning arrived and Steve gathered up all his camera equipment and headed out the door to go to Melanie’s house. Steve pulled up in front of the house just as Tina was arriving. Tina could have passed for Melanie’s twin except for the fact that her breasts were much bigger, at least two cup sizes.

As the two of them reached the front door they were greeted by Melanie standing there in her cheerleading uniform. Steve and Tina followed Melanie in the house. Melanie told Steve to make himself at home because it was going to be a few more minutes while the rest of the girls finished getting ready. Steve headed for the living room as the two girls headed upstairs to join the other girls and finish preparing. After sitting there for what seemed like hours he finally heard the girls starting to come downstairs. Steve turned to look and treated to the most wonderful sight, 6 beautiful girls bouncing down the stairs in their cheerleading uniforms. Watching their little skirts flip up and the breast bounce beneath their tops was starting to give him a very familiar feeling in his pants. Steve had to concentrate to make sure that he didn’t get up sporting a tent in his pants.
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Uncles Nude Model

“And finally, young lady, you’ll not be going to Europe with us this summer,” Emily’s dad said, his face was flushed after the 10-minute telling off he’d just given his daughter. “You’re going to your Uncle Mike’s house where you’ll be staying when we’re in Europe and every day you’ll go to work with him in order to earn back some of the money that we just had to pay for the damage you and your friends caused. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Emily looked down and bit her lip.

“Then go to your room. I don’t want to see you again tonight. You will have your dinner in your room tonight.”

Emily went to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Damn, damn, damn!!!!! How could it have gone so wrong? And now she wasn’t going to Europe! She’d been looking forward to this trip all year. It was going to be her graduation gift. It had been planned all around her and now her pesky little sisters Sarah and Jennifer were going to get to experience all the things she’d dreamt of for so long while she was stuck working for Uncle Mike all summer.

It was only supposed to be a small prank. Every year the seniors at Preston High decorated the school with colourful flowers a week before graduation. This year Kellie Parker had been in charge and Emily and her friends hated Kellie Parker. She’d bossed them around for 12 years so they decided to send her off with a parting gift worth remembering. To make a long story short, their plan had backfired, the paint they’d got didn’t just wash off with water, and their beautiful white stucco school building now looked like the scene of a frenzied mass stabbing.

They’d all been suspended from their own graduation and it was only because the principal didn’t want any more bad publicity that he hadn’t reported them to the police or notified the colleges they were going to. If they agreed to leave quietly and pay for the damage, their transcripts wouldn’t show any sign of what had happened. To top it all off, Kellie Parker was the big hero of the moment since her quick actions had stopped the plot in time so that the front of the school hadn’t been damaged.

A week later Emily stood in the doorway of her uncle’s photographic studio and glared as her parents’ car drove off to the airport. She’d begged with them all week. She’d been convinced that they would end up letting her off with a less severe punishment like they always did. But this time they hadn’t relented. She kicked the door frame. Damn it! She was 18 years old now. Her dad had reminded her that she wouldn’t be an adult in his eyes until she starting paying her own way, and with 4 years of college ahead of her, that seemed a long way off.

“Come on, Em,” her uncle called. “Life sucks, so get over it. We’ve got some serious food to photograph today.”
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Marys First Black Cock

Mary was a very attractive but shy 18 year old who was born and raised in Iowa. Mary was about 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighted in at about 100 pounds even. She had wavy blonde hair and beautiful light blue eyes. She had had a sheltered life and she knew it. In her high school graduation class there were only 6 black students.

Mary was always raised to be friends with everyone, but only close friends with people like herself. It would have been a scandal in her family if she would have ever dated one of the black students. Mary herself was friends with the black kids, but admittedly thought she would never date a black person.

Mary had had enough of her small town and to her parents disappointment had decided to go to a college in Chicago. When Mary met her room mate Tasha and discovered she was black, Mary was a little nervous. After a few weeks though Mary and Tasha quickly became friends and Mary felt bad for many of the stereo types that she had about black people.

The one thing that did bother Mary was Tasha’s brother Tyrone and 2 of his friends. She felt that these 3 represented everything bad about black people. They were truly ghetto! All 3 wore baggy clothing like the rap stars wore with their large platinum chains and spoke in their gansta slang.

The worse thing though was the way they stared at Mary, it made her so uncomfortable. When ever Mary came into the dorm room and these guys were around they would look her body up and down and snicker. Tasha had warned them to leave Mary alone but they kept it up. Deep down the thing that made Mary the most uncomfortable about the guys staring at her was the fact that it was starting to turn her on, especially Tyrone. Besides the way he dressed he was an attractive guy.

Mary was short and had always been attracted to large guys even though her last and only boyfriend was only 5 feet 9 inches. Tyrone on the other hand was on the college basketball team and stood at 6 feet 5 inches and was about 220 pounds of all muscle.

One day while Mary was alone in her dorm room she heard a knock on the door. When she answered she saw it was Tyrone by himself. He had just come from practice and said he was here to see if Tasha wanted to go our for lunch. Mary told him that Tashsa was not in. Tyrone smiled and asked could he come in and take a shower so he would not have to go all the way back to his dorm before he went to find himself something for lunch. Mary was still kind of intimidated by Tyrone, mainly for his size, but did not want to be rude to her friends brother so she told him to come on in.

When Tyrone came out of the bathroom he was wearing nothing but a towel, his brown skin still wet. Mary tried not to make her staring obvious but it was hard. Tyrone’s chest was large and cut and his waist was small with rock hard abs. Tyrone smiled at Mary when he caught her looking and asked her if she liked what she saw. Mary gave Tyrone a look of disgust, but they both knew that she did like what she saw. Tyrone walked over to Tasha’s bed were he had left is gym bag and pulled out a T shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

Mary was still watching Tyrone out of the corner of her eye when to her disbelief Tyrone let his towel drop to the floor. Mary could do nothing but stare at the huge monster black cock that lived between Tyrone’s muscular legs. Tyrone’s cock was at least 7 inches or more while limp and was already as thick as Mary’s forearm. The shaft was dark and the head a dark purple which was as large as a large egg. Mary had not even noticed that she had stopped breathing. Her eyes stayed on Tyrone’s cock for about a minute straight before they moved up to meet his smiling face.
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A Schoolgirl Calls

Kylie had just begun her last year at school. She liked the idea of some of the privileges she would have in the sixth form but was not happy about having to still wear the school uniform. However, she was a positive and intelligent girl and would look on the bright side — “One more year of study, get my GCSEs and I can wear what ever I like”, she thought as she walked home from school on her first day back. She wanted to be still on her summer holidays, back in Wales with Emma swimming with the dolphins and going round the clubs at night. She didn’t want to be at stupid school with the stupid teachers doing stupid lessons. She felt like a young woman, why did the teachers treat her like a kid? It made her so angry. Kylie wanted to be free not shackled.

She got within two hundred yards of her house and it started to rain. Not torrential but enough to make her run the last bit. She ran down her path and felt in her bag for the key. She couldn’t find it — then she remembered she left it on the hook in the kitchen after she had taken the rubbish out that morning. ‘Fuck it!’, she shouted as she realised her predicament. Her Mum would not be home for two hours and the rain was getting heavier. She could only think of going next door and seek shelter. She had a new neighbour — she had seen him briefly over the fence the previous week and he seemed OK. She wouldn’t go the other side, that was an oldish man who gave her the creeps.

She hurried round to her neighbour’s house and knocked on the door. Andrew was 38 and was inside writing some emails for work and was not expecting any visitors so was surprised by Kylie’s loud ‘tap tap tap

‘Flipin heck, who’s this?’ He murmured as he went to answer the door. He was shocked when he saw the girl. He had a thing about the school uniform. He knew it was wrong. He often went for a run at tea time, just to see the older schoolgirls in their short skirts and long white socks. He was only looking; he would never approach one of them. Now he had one of his muses on his own doorstep.

‘Hi, sorry to trouble you mate but I’m locked out next door and it’s pissing it down, is there any chance of you letting me dry off until my Mum comes home?’ Andrew smiled nervously.

‘Erm, well I suppose yes, come in before you get soaked.’

Kylie stood in his hallway and Andrew did a double take at her top. Her white blouse had become quite clammy from the rain and her bra was obvious through the top and made her developing breasts quite an eyeful. Andrew took a deep breath. He was normally a level-headed man but having a sixth-former in his house had made his blood pressure go up.

‘My name’s Andrew by the way…erm I’ll get you a towel for your hair you look a bit damp.’

He raced up stairs and fetched a clean hand towel from his airing cupboard and handed it to Kylie.

As she dried her hair he took the opportunity to look her over without making it too obvious. Apart from the white blouse she had a blue and yellow striped tie, a shortish grey pleated skirt and black tights. Andrew involuntarily licked his licks but then mentally slapped himself on the wrist. “Behave yourself”, he thought. It wasn’t just that she was a developing adolescent girl that he found appealing, but just that she was really, really lovely. She had long, shiny black hair and big blue eyes.

Kylie passed him back the towel and smiled.

‘Thanks’, she said, ‘I’m glad you’re in or I don’t know what I would have done.’
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Dorm Games

“Hi Kell, what’s up?” asked Jane, noticing her busty blonde roommate peeking through the open door.

“I just finished my Chem lab that’s due on Monday and wanted to see what’s up around here. You guys doin’ anything interesting?” Kelli walked into the guys dorm room. All three boys took notice of the prototypical Southern California, blonde hair, blue-eyed, 18 year old goddess with legs up to her neck and a chest that could barely be contained by a bikini. Kelli Smith didn’t go many places where she wasn’t immediately the center of male attention.

Jane was surprised at Kelli’s arrival. To the disappointment of all the guys on the co-ed dorm floor, Kelli was usually in her room studying or reading a book. Most weekends she went home to visit her parents. Being anti-social was a kind description. If not for her incredible looks she would have been considered an absolute bookwormish nerd. Instead, she was just considered as playing “hard to get”. At least that’s what all the guys in the dorm told each other. Then Jane remembered that her roommate’s parents were away on a vacation, realizing Kelli must be stuck in the school dorm all weekend.

“Not a whole heck of a lot is interesting in this room. We were just thinking about playing some liar’s dice. Justin got some homeless guy to buy a bottle of tequila for us.” Jane winked at Kelli, knowing the freshman wasn’t a big drinker. Jane had never seen her take a sip of anything harder than diet coke.

Kelli glanced around the small, messy dorm room. It was Justin and Roger’s room, one slept on a bed on each side of the room. Both were busy setting up a folding card table and a couple chairs. Beth, a cute brunette that lived in the room next to Kelli and Jane’s was there, as was Steve, a friend of Justin’s from his hometown. Steve lived on the floor below with the rest of the lacrosse team. Kelli saw him and flashed a timid smile his way.

Steve smiled back at Kelli and patted the bed next to where he sat, “Come on Kelli, kick back and play with us.”

“I don’t know how to play, but thanks anyway.” Kelli muttered. Blushing, she turned to go back to her room. She wasn’t used to being in the company of so many people.

“Wait a sec,” called Steve, “let me show you how to play. It’s really simple. If a brainiac like you doesn’t understand after I’m done explaining then you can go, alright?” Kelli shrugged and sat on the bed next to him. “OK, we play with 5 dice and a cup, like this one” he picked up the plastic cup and rattled the dice inside. “The first person shakes and then looks at what they have without showing anyone else, then they call a hand. The next person to go decides if they want to try and beat that throw, or call the person a liar. If you call the person a liar and are right, they have to take a drink, if you call ’em a liar and you’re wrong, you take a drink. Oh, and if you try to beat the roll, you have to have something better, so even if you don’t get shit, lie about it. Then the next person around the table decides to roll or call you a liar. That’s pretty easy, huh?” Kelli nodded. Steve asked, “Have you played poker before?”

“Yep!” replied Kell enthusiastically. “We used to play in high school, my family had a game night every Friday.”

“Really? Well, you need to roll a better poker hand to beat the last person, so I don’t need to teach you that. You’ll probably kick ass at this game, if you have a good poker face that is. Did you win much when you played with your family?” asked Steve.

“I won more than I lost,” beamed Kelli proudly, “but it was just for fun.”

“So, are you gonna stay and play or what?” interrupted Jane.

“Um, yeah, I guess so. It sounds kinda fun.” Kelli thought she’d be good at this game, especially when Steve had asked about her poker face. Back home she had always won against her family. They said they could never tell when she was bluffing.
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