Bethany and Gary sat facing each other across the table, with Rob at one side. Several times during the meal she let her knee touch intimately against Rob's. At first he kept jerking his leg away, but after a while he gave up and joined her in a game of kneesies (secretly, he thought) under the table as the three of them chatted and ate and sipped the wine he'd brought. Gary and Bethany exchanged knowing glances, both beginning to get in the mood for the erotic evening Bethany so desired.

Gary knew his wife was rubbing knees with his best friend under the table,...

When she had gotten the thermometer past body temperature, she moved back to the bed. "Now push your pajama bottoms down so that I can take your temperature, Charlie," she told him in an offhand and casual tone of voice.

"My pajama bottoms?" he said.

"Well, I certainly can't take a rectal reading if you don't push them down. But if you're embarrassed, I don't even see why you bothered to come to my room tonight, to begin with. After all, I didn't invite a boy here, you know."

More embarrassed than ever, more confused as...

"Nicole, maybe we shouldn't be in here," Robert muttered. "What if the Whitbys come home?"

"They only left half an hour ago. They won't be back for hours and hours. Come over here. Try the bed with me. Wouldn't it be a gas to make out a huge bed like this?"

Robert looked at her nervously. But he stepped into the room and moved over to the bed. He sat on its edge and watched her bounce up and down. Her big tits heaved inside her sweater.

"I think I'll practice some modeling poses," she teased. "Wanna see? Wanna see how I'm...

Ross' jean-clad thigh rubbed slowly up and down against my own leg. "Nothing important."

I looked right into his face and slowly ran my tongue over my lips in the universal invitation.

Without any further hesitation, Ross accepted, and his arm slid around behind my neck as he pulled my body tightly to him. My heart exploded in my chest, and I lost my breath when I felt his lips crush themselves against my still-open mouth. His tongue was like a thick snake as it wriggled wetly between my lips, seeking out the wetness of my own waiting...

John Martin was getting really turned-on. He felt with his hand to adjust himself when he suddenly realized for the first time that he had been stripped to his shorts and T-shirt. He shook his head to clear it. What the hell was going on? He couldn't be dreaming all this; his balls ached slightly as his rod pushed out the front of his shorts. He looked back at the wall. No wonder he was this rock solid.

He looked, at another photo of the same model. This time the slip had been discarded and she was bending, forward across a dressing table as if checking her...

"Why don't we all go around in the nude?" the teacher suggested. "We can't hide anything that way."

"I've got about nine inches I'd like to hide," Roger said. "I don't know whether it'd be safe to run around here with that big thing hanging between my legs."

"Go ahead and let me see it," the teacher said, "I'm letting you see all of me."

She had given a convincing argument. And it didn't take much arm twisting to get Roger to start stripping. Not to be outdone, his buddy joined him. Soon Will and Roger were completely...

"Hello," Catherine said.

"I thought I'd invite you for swimming," Martha said. "It's awfully hot and neighbors should get together."

"Thank you," Catherine said. Catherine felt better. It hadn't been an accusation. "I'll think about it."

"Well you just come right over when you feel like it," Martha said sweetly.

Catherine hung up the phone. She realized she was trembling and she had to go to the couch and sit down. She found it was more than tempting. Fred would be over there. He would be in his tight...

Martin worked as an illustrator for an advertising agency. He had a deep love for his sexy, young wife, but what bothered her was that he just didn't seem to be able to give her the kind of exciting sex that she really wanted. Lorri had felt guilty at first over banging with Freddie, but after he had thoroughly hypnotized her with his sexy movements, she felt differently about the whole thing.

The more she thought about what she had been through with him, the more she liked the prospect of some more of that same kind of sex.

Lorri realized...

She looked at the paper still in her hand and imagines dialling the number written there as soon as she got off the train. If they think I'm living at the dormitory, she thought, they'll go out of their freaking minds.

She imagined Pammy's apartment, dim and mellow, with the light bouncing off smooth soft fabrics and cushions. She imagined how it would smell, musty with incense, cooking and the aroma of sex.

Soft, warm and friendly she saw it when she closed her eyes. She wondered how many men Pammy had slept with. She tried to imagine the...