My name is Jake. I am seventeen years old and I am 5′11″. I have brown eyes and black hair. This is a true story on how I lost my virginity.

It was a warm night in April and my friend and I decided to go to a club for teenagers that night. I didn’t think anything about it. Just went in and met up with some friends and played pool. Well I was looking around and I saw this girl named Stephanie. I knew her from school and had a big crush on her. She was seventeen and was about my height and had long brown hair. She was there with her friends and her sister Cassie who was sixteen and looked kinda the same. I kept thinking about going over and talking to her but couldn’t get myself to do it. (more…)

She was an 18 year old high school senior. She was possessed of shoulder length raven hair, which she tended to wear in a a bun at the nape of her neck. She tried to keep it neat but the ends always ended up popping out and curling around the sides of her face which her boyfriend, Alex, thought was quite attractive. He also admired her modest 34B breasts and her voluptuous hips. In contrast to her dark hair she was a bit pale. In fact, Alex was also a bit pale. He, too, had darker hair, although his was dyed and hers was natural. He had gray eyes where she had haunting green ones. He was a swimmer and had a very sculpted body where she, in contrast, was a runner and had very strong, toned legs.

On this particular night she was wearing a black pair of pants that were close fitting. A loose long-sleeved black shirt covered her white pajama tank top. She was also wearing her favorite piece of jewelry, a tiny sapphire on a silver chain. Most people didn’t even know it existed, even alex didn’t know, yet. (more…)

My name is Kay. I just turned 16, and one night I found myself out with my cousin and his friends. They were 18,19, and 20. One was my cousin, and the rest were his friends. One guy in particular, Brian, was flirting with me. While in the car, he took every chance he could to brush against me or touch me, acting like it was always an accident. He was 19, almost 20, and was 6′0″ with brown spiked hair and brown eyes. I found him extremely attractive and didn’t mind his attentions.

At one point in the evening, most of the guys were pretty drunk or high, and Brian offered to drive everyone home. He dropped my cousin off and he didn’t notice that Brian was leaving with me. I trusted Brian, and I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. My heart was pounding with anticipation. I knew something was going to happen. He rested his hand on my thigh and smiled at me. We pulled into a parking lot and he led me upstairs to his apartment, mumbling something about watching some TV and hanging out. The apartment was nice and clean. He grabbed a beer and asked me what I wanted. He made me a Vodka in 7up and gave it to me. It was cool because I didn’t drink much since I was way under aged. I had no idea where he got the stuff because he was too. Must have been a fake ID. (more…)

For four months now we had been going out, and I knew that she was the one. Melissa was her name, although I called her Lissa. I was dating the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes upon - shoulder length deep brown hair, auburn eyes, a slender and delicate body.
It was late, and we were cuddled together on my couch watching reruns of the old comedy series Get Smart. I asked her if she wanted anything in the kitchen, she replied no, but I went up and started striding toward the kitchen myself to get something. I started back towards the couch with two cokes in hand, and plopped down next to Melissa. I smiled at her, and then realized that she was wearing no pants - she had taken her jeans off while I was getting drinks. The dark maroon panties she had on were short and tight fitting, displaying her beautiful figure to me. I looked up in puzzlement at her, and she had a coy little smile on her lips.
“I’m hot, I thought I’d just take off my jeans for a minute or two to cool down,” she said. (more…)

This is my final chapter of my true story about an affair I had. The womans name is Amanda and we have been seeing each other for almost two years before I got caught.

Betty, my wife knew something was up. The long hours, weekends and unexpected trips. She asked in her round bout way if I were seeing someone else. I naturally said no that it was just a bad time at the plant and all the work going on. Betty was very trusting and left it at that, although I knew she did not really believe me. (more…)

I was about 17 when my parents let me go to that high schooler’s party. A brown-haired blue-eyed beauty, they were sort of reluctant to let me. But, in the end, I convinced them that it would only have a bunch of girls watching movies all night. But, I had conveniently forgotten to tell them that there would be more than just girls and movies. It was a co-ed party, with plenty of boys, dancing, the works. The party started at 8:00, so I had them drop me off at 7:15, to help “set up”. I stashed my sleeping bag and extra clothes in a closet. I had told my parents that it was a “sleep over”, but I was a virgin, and I didn’t want to be one, so I figured that there would be very little sleeping. I had heard stories of my friends all being laid by some high-school boy, and I wanted to tell them something thrilling like that as well. That’s why I had my boy’s-eye-catcher’s clothing on: a short, black miniskirt, a black sort of see-through tube top, and no bra. I made sure that I didn’t have one particular thing on, though: my underwear. I was going all-commando and lookin’ for some fun. (more…)

My mother’s lover was the one who busted my cherry and I’ve got to say it was terrific. I used to lie in bed, late on a Saturday morning, and lazily fondle myself. When he walked into my bedroom, stark naked, with his stiff cock proceeding him by several inches I knew that he was after my cherry. He lifted the covers and dove in head-first and worked his way down to my pussy. I was already wet from my fondling so he pulled aside my panties and started licking my hole. It was heaven. I tried to thrust my pelvis back and forth but he had a firm grip on my ass and kept my twat pressed into his face. I’m not complaining. He licked my clitoris at a high speed which drove me into a frenzy of moaning and squealing. (more…)

Let me start from the beginning. Naturally I’m gonna change our names and the town where this took place. However the story I’m writting is true and happened just this way.

My wife and I married at a young age, she was 17 I was 19. We had been highschool sweethearts and during that time till my story began we were pretty happy. We had great sex together and although she is a little on the shy side she would go along with just about anything I asked of her just short of swapping and anything really weird. I’ll call her Betty. To describe Betty for you let me say she has always been a little on the heavy side, not fat mind you but probably 25 lbs over weight. Betty has green eyes, long redish blond hair, sweet smile and about 5ft 5in tall. Betty does have the body of a swim suit moel but how many women really do, Betty is pretty and everyone likes her from the start. To describe me, I’m 6ft 3in tall, curly brown hair, blue eyes and could stand to lose a few pounds but I enjoy jogging and working out. (more…)

My mother was head of the beach club facilities. It was a two story wooden building built in the twenties. There were bath houses for changing on the main floor and open area on the second floor with ping pong tables and wooden rockers for the old people to look out upon the water. The entire building was built on pilings and had a small, sandy beach.

I was in charge of helping my mother pick up beach chairs and umbrellas at the end of the day and storing them in the storage room.

One day at closing time, I was running late and my Mom wanted to get home. That’s when Mrs. Smythe said for her to go along and that she would bring me home, having her home across the street from ours.

Everyone had left but Mrs. Smythe and I, when I told her I was finished with my chores and would go to my bath house to change. She asked me to come to her bath house first and that she had something she wanted me to do there. I obliged. (more…)

My best friend Cherri and I were on our way out the door when I accidentally bumped into Phillip Taylor, who happened to be the hottest, most popular guy in the school. Every girl wanted to date him and every guy wanted to be him. When I looked at his face and realized who it was, my beating heart stopped and then began to pound. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “No, I’m the clumsy one.” “Everyone is a little clumsy every now and then,” he said, with a smile. “You’re Sarah, right?” I glanced at Cherri’s surprised face. “Yes,” I said. “Sarah Logan.” We stared for a moment. Cherri nudged me, knocking our eyes out of contact. “Um, I better get going,” I said. “I’ll see you later.” “I hope so,” he said, catching me, again, by surprise. Later that evening, while I was helping my mother with supper, the doorbell rang. My mother went to answer it and a few moments later, came back with Phillip trailing behind her. My heart jumped into my throat. “Phillip,” I said. “Hello.” He looked at me for a moment. “I was wondering, if you weren’t busy, would you like to go for a ride with me?” I looked at my mother, my question in my eyes. “Go on,” she replied. “I can manage.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” she said. “Go.” “Thank you,” I said. “I kissed her cheek and then Phillip and I walked out to his truck. “Your mother is a sweetheart,” Phillip said after we left my house. I smiled with pride. “I know.” “Reminds me of my mother,” he said, his smile fading. “She was always smiling.” “Was?” “She died a few years ago. Cancer.” “I’m so sorry.” “It’s all right,” he said. “I know she’s happy now.” He smiled at me. He drove around town for a while, talking and listening to the radio. (more…)