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Billie was tiny, less than 5' tall, maybe 4'10" , weighed maybe 100 lbs., and cute as she could be. She was wearing a short-skirt skating outfit like ice skaters wear, but it was a roller-rink. Jay, John and I had been watching her and her boyfriend from High School (they'd enrolled at the Baptist College in town together) whirl around the floor, her like the little acrobat she was, him stumbling along with her. He was almost as clumsy as she was adept.

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She closed the door behind her quietly as she placed her hands on my hips gently, something I loved. She leaned down and kissed me softly, lacing her tongue around mine gently, an act we had only just mastered. No longer did my nerves get the better of me, when before I would get embarrassed because I hadn't known what to do, or I had bitten her or something, now I just sunk into her grasp.

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Being a virgin at 20 didn't make Chelsea a prude, but she was definitely in the minority amongst her peers. She was sitting in her room, musing on why "it" hadn't happened yet and could definitely come up with a few reasons, none of which were the traditional ones. No, she wasn't saving herself for marriage - god that could be years from now -- or never! Neither was she waiting for just the right guy -- at 20 she was pretty sure he didn't exist.

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I was in kitchen preparing dinner when Graham called from office and said he would be coming home early as he had something important to tell us. Worried that it might be bad news, I asked him to tell it right away but he calmed me down saying, "Don't worry, it's not bad news," and hung up.

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They'd been our neighbors for over 9 years. We'd both moved into the community when it was first built, and watched as it filled out and grew, as did our children, moving up from elementary school through middle school and into high school. We were as close as most neighbors could be, easily at home with each other, free to come and go in each other's yards and garages, and even into the house. Our only child and their youngest, Cory, were only a year apart.

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18 year olds, Phillip mused, were much easier to talk into sexual experimentation than any other legal age. Perhaps once they turned 19 they'd had enough perverse encounters with dirty old men (by which he meant 35, which wasn't all that old -- unless, of course, you were 18) to be slightly more jaded. But 18... ah luscious, innocent 18 with all it's bend-a-bility and flexibility in both mind and body.

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Zoë was an eighteen year old rebellious teenager. Like most other rebellious teenagers Zoë had done drugs, skipped school, broken curfew and came home a few times drunk. Zoë's parents had divorced when she was twelve, and since then she had not seen her dad. Zoë's mom had remarried three years later to Zack. Zack was thirty years old with black hair, blue eyes and a killer, rock hard body. At first when Zoë met him, she didn't like him. She wanted her mom and dad back together. After her seventeenth birthday and her dad didn't contact her once again, she lessened her dislike for Zack.

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It was just a bit of fun. When younger the girls had set up a virginity tontine. Last virgin standing would win the biggest box of chocolate they could find. It would have stayed that way, just a bit of fun, but for Judy. The girls were all around nineteen or twenty now, and there were two remaining contenders for the prize.

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((I usually detest the idea of using toys in a movie or a story because it generally means that the writer has just run out of ideas and the toys are used to take up space, which is almost always the case in commercial porn. The toys also usually sever the story line because they put space between the participants and eliminate flesh-to-flesh contact. However, in this particular story with a "Mother-teaches-daughter" theme, I felt that the use of toys was appropriate to the plot.

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"Student ID?" I fumbled around my jeans for my student ID. The Indian security guard at the gate nodded as I found it and flashed it at him. "Long night at the library?" he asked casually, leaning backwards in his chair as his eyes flicked down and up again.

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