Teen Female


A Weekend With My Punk Rock Cousin

"Jeanne!!!" I woke from my usual Thursday-afternoon daze. Groggily, I got up from my desk to see what my mother wanted. "Yes?" I called back. "Come down here a minute." Her tone sounded somewhat excited, which woke me up rather quickly. I made my way downstairs and into the living room where my mother and father were sitting on the couch. "We have some good news," said my father. "Let me guess; you just saved a bunch of money on your car insurance by switching to Geico," I snickered. My parents nearly fell off the couch laughing. "Like mother, like daughter," said my mother. "We have that sense of humor."

Rommates with Benefits - The Pool Party

When I left off with the last story, my roommates Jenny and Amber, who were mother and daughter, were standing in the kitchen with me, all of us nude. The three of us had just had an incredible sex session together and were recuperating from all the physical exertion. After we had a refreshing drink in the kitchen, we decided to take a shower together in my master bathroom, which was large enough to contain the three of us comfortably. It was fun, we soaped each other up and generally teased each other while we were in the shower. First I thought we would end up having some more sex after drying up, with all the continued visual stimulation.

Doggy-Style

"See you in three weeks Sophie," my friend Nathan called as he left and I walked in the other direction to catch the bus home, kicking myself for once again not telling him that I fancied him. And now, when I was eighteen, had finished my A-Levels and had the longest holiday ever, he was off on holiday and I had three weeks to kill before I saw him again. Of course, I'd be able to see my other friends, but it was hard living out isolated in our big house in the country. I spent most of the first week at home on my own, reading, surfing the net, walking the dog, and also, taking advantage of the privacy, masturbating.

Willing

I rented the old farmhouse for the summer so that I could become a hermit for three months and write my book. It was perfect. It was out in the middle of nowhere and miles from anyone. The nearest neighbor was at least three miles away. There was electricity, running water, and even a flush toilet. Other than that the place was pretty sparse. There was a fireplace and plenty of wood stacked out back. The best part was no television, no telephone, and no Internet to distract me. I plugged in my computer and started my latest romance novel. My hero was a cowboy set in the late eighteen hundreds, working his farm, and taking care of the ladies on the next farm.

Backstage Pass

I grew up in a medium-sized resort town on the English coast. Every summer, the local theatre would put on a show during the holiday season, with the lead roles taken by an actor and an actress who were familiar faces from television. In the summer, they decided to do 'The Sound of Music', an ever-popular family favourite. Either to save money or as a publicity stunt, the production company advertised for local schoolchildren to audition for the parts of the younger Von Trapp children. Those successful would be paid a modest amount, and more importantly the experience would help if they had ambitions to go into acting as a career.

But You Have To Fuck My Mother Too

Holly was the prettiest check out girl that worked for me in my grocery store. She had also just turned sixteen years old and she could only work until nine o'clock on school nights, but that was okay since I closed at nine during the week anyway. After a week of working for me Holly asked me if she could work until nine and if I would take her home afterwards because it was hard on her mother to get there and pick her up. Sure I could, so I reworked the schedule to accommodate her needs. The very next night Holly stalled until the others had all left and we were alone. Then she said, "I'll let you fuck me but you have to fuck my mother too." All I could manage to say was "What?"

Jo and her girls.

Jo is my neighbour, I moved in two years ago, she is forty with two daughters, Tori who is twenty and Zoe who is sixteen; all three are very good looking. Fortunately for me Jo's husband walked out six months ago. Late one afternoon Jo called me to help her move some heavy furniture in her bedroom. After lugging wardrobes around the room she asked me if I wanted a drink. Sat in the lounge she offered me a beer and sat next to me on the couch. "Thanks Rich you really are such a help, I couldn't have done that on my own". After a few minutes she kicked her shoes off and curled her legs under her, I couldn't help noticing her pretty little toes; her legs were quite nice too.

Step-sister Surprise

Henry fumbled for the key. Why had he told his father and stepmother that he'd keep an eye on their house while they were away? After a long day at work, the last thing he wanted to do was drive half an hour out of his way to check in on plants and a spoiled cat. Besides, there was no reason his stepsister couldn't take care of things. Five years younger than Henry, Kirstin was eighteen, more than old enough to take care of the house she still lived in. "She isn't home much," Henry's father had explained when he'd made the house-sitting request. "Between her college classes and her job, she's almost never around. Some nights she doesn't even come home."Surely his father wasn't na?

Watching Little Casey Next Door, Continued

"Oh my gosh, what time is it?" Casey suddenly jumped up, looking for the clock in Dan's room while pulling her t-shirt back down over her breasts. "My parents are gonna call around nine. Darn it!." The clock read 8:50. She jumped up, pulling her skirt down as she ran out of the room, leaving Dan naked on his bed to contemplate what had just happened. About two weeks ago, Casey, the cute little red-headed teddy-bear of a girl, his neighbors' youngest at sixteen, turned inexplicably into a lusty exhibitionist, giving him nightly shows of her masturbating from her bedroom next door.

Watching Little Casey Next Door

Dan Dixon, mid thirties and six years divorced, lives alone and works from home but is frequently on the road. His is the kind of lifestyle that doesn't lend itself to a stable relationship, and aside from the occasional part time girlfriend, he's comfortable being single. He's lived in his suburban house about ten years now, since he first got married, and then after his wife left him for a man who could pay more attention to her. He's been friends with his neighbors, the Sheridans, from the time they moved in, and has watched their four kids grow up and one by one move away.