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INTRODUCTION It was the summer of 1973 and I was the catcher for a fast pitch softball team. I learned about the team from friends who I had met in our townhome complex. Biff and Steffi were married and they lived in a townhome a few buildings from mine. Biff was the pitcher for the softball team and he had mentioned that they needed a catcher. I had played baseball in high school and college as a catcher so I told Biff that I was interested.

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I was having a really bad day. I was PMSing and being a total brat, so it's was no surprise when Ms. Slater, the girl's coach, told me to run a few extra laps after practice. I wasn't the only one, lucky for me. (Really lucky, as it turned out!) The other girl was Julia Rodriguez - a brown skinned girl I only knew from soccer. She didn't seem too bummed at having to do the extra laps, and we talked as we ran together.

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It was around Christmas that I had broken up with my boyfriend and wasn't really looking to date anyone. My best friend Toni gave me a gift certificate to a fancy new day spa as a way to lift my spirits. She talked me taking a day off to do something for myself as the New Year's Party was later that week.

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Amy came over for a few bottles of wine and a meal the other night. Amy is my best friend of about 12 years, but over the last few we have been known to indulge in a little bit of girl-on-girl action from time to time, especially when drunk. Never anything quite like this night though.

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Penny was nervous and paranoid as she roamed the halls of the high school. Not only had she graduated six months ago, but this wasn't even the school she'd graduated from. No, this was the school where Beth, Penny's new friend, was a senior. It was the lunch hour, and though the halls were crowded with students heading to their lockers, the cafeteria, the parking lot, or other classes, Penny felt like she stuck out.

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Natalia Petrovitch walked down the beach, wearing her smallest bikini and enjoyed the beauty of the morning. The feeling of the warm sand was comforting between her toes. There had been an early-morning fog, but it had lifted and it now appeared as if was going to be a truly beautiful day. There was just enough breeze to keep some of the heat away and later, she would lie out in the sun and work on her tan. She knew that tanning was ill-advised now, but it was just one of the many things she had never really been free to do.

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Fiona applied the last of her mascara then started to pack her make up away. The doorbell rang and she walked into the hallway. "Darren, the babysitter has arrived are you nearly ready?" She opened the front door. "Evening Ying, come in and make yourself at home." Ying, the daughter of a family friend, was now Darren and Fiona's regular babysitter for their two-year-old son Joshua.

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INTRODUCTION This story contains all types of sexual encounters, straight, gay, lesbian and bi-sexual. The story is fictional and the names of all characters are fictional. I have thoughts for a second part on hold and if there is interest in this theme then I will write the second part. In the past many readers of told me that they don't like sequels so I tried to honor that request. I found this story getting a little bit long so I decided to cut it off but leave the door open for another segment if there is reader interest. Enjoy the story.

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Sara and I had been married about five years. We were deeply in love (although I've always been a bit mystified about what she sees in me). Our sex life was regular, vigorous, and enjoyable. However, we were both a looking for the next peak. We were both in our early thirties. Sara was, in my opinion, gorgeous. She had rich red hair (complimented by a neatly trimmed red bush). Her face had a few freckles and, while perhaps not classically beautiful, had character, humor, and intelligence.

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Resisting one sexy barely-legal teenage school girl might have been possible. But resisting two? They came back to the room, which also served as my office, after class, at 4:00pm. I'd written them up for using their telephones in class, and told them they'd get detention for it. Valeria was Russian; her family had come to America five years ago. She was tall and slim, with long blond hair, big green eyes, and smooth white skin.

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