"No! For the last time, will you shut-up about this?" Rachel was scowling at her boyfriend who was laying in bed beside her. Dan still retained a mildly smug expression after their sex which had finished some minutes ago, although the truth was she had faked her orgasm. She wasn't proud of that but Dan always liked to make a big deal about making her climax and it was far easier to let him feel this way. Like many women she didn't often orgasm through penetration.
Like most young girls, my fancy has always been that of older men. I am unsure whether its the experience or just the maturity that makes them more appealing than most guys my age, but I have found that most older men tend to flirt more with the younger girls as well. Out of all I have met though, there has only been one to make me weak with just a simple wink.
"Hello, Frank." I turned and smiled. I expected to see at least a couple of my old teachers when I decided to stop by my old high school, but I was still surprised to see Mrs. Ross standing there. What was even more amazing was that she looked just as hot as I remembered.
Bob was a retired public school teacher who had begun a second career in carpentry. He liked working outdoors and had always been good with tools. He found that without advertising he could stay very busy. He began by building a deck for the bank president and "word of mouth" had kept him busy for over a year. He could pick and choose his projects and found that he especially enjoyed building decks and porches.
I knew the coming discussion would change my life, yet I debated with myself whether it was for the better or worse. My wife decided that we could not live together anymore and filed for divorce. The court served papers on me today. I spent most of the day packing my clothes and personal belongings into a small U-Haul. The discussion we began was how to split joint property. I knew she wanted the property in town with higher real estate value.
"Whoa, what's this?" exclaimed Gary to himself as he was sorting the laundry for washing. He had retired early from his management position and had taken on the duties of "house husband" to fill his time. For the past month he had faithfully done the wash, including folding and delivering it to the various rooms of the members of the family. Until this load, the only non-white cotton undies had been his partner's, who tended toward the colorful, but sensible cottons and occasional silks. Now staring him in the face were several pairs of thong bikini panties.
She had been my English teacher, she was my next-door neighbor. I had known her for years now though we had always maintained a neighborly relationship. Had she known the private fantasies I'd indulged my self in over the years, not only might she have been surprised, but shocked by the numerous times I had climaxed just imagining being with her. I had had one of those school crushes with her, though I had of course never acted on it, not in reality anyway.
"How long has it been Carol?" He asked her. "Thirty years?" She pondered, trying to think back all those years. He held her at arms length and looked at his long lost friend, as they danced slowly around the dance floor. She was still very attractive, with her now gray short hair, but as ever with that inviting smile, and those wonderful breasts. Ah! Her wonderful breasts, now a little heavier, but they were as he remembered them, always her crowning glory. "You look wonderful." He told her with relish, meaning every word.
"No! Fuck you! I'm not doing it, and you can't make me!" I could hear the girl next door screaming at her parents again, and I knew that this time, it was about me, or rather, the deal that I had offered her parents. Amber was 18, very beautiful, a bit thin for my tastes, but a raging bitch and brat. An only child, she basically got what she wanted, and when she didn't, she yelled and screamed.
It was finally summer. I just moved out of my parents' home and had found an apartment for myself and my best friend Harry, a ninety pound mutt that I had rescued from the local dog pound when I entered high school. He had been my constant and loyal companion for the past five years and there was no way that I was going to leave without him. We had gone everywhere and done everything together, and now that we were out on our own, I needed to find a place for Harry to do his thing, if you know what I mean.