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Shy Girl

Acts of daring are not my specialty. Normally, I’m very shy, very quiet, and very modest. However, in my imagination, in my fantasy life, I’m a real wildcat. Sometimes the wildcat mode runs over into reality...

Anyway, tonight I’m in an incredibly bold mood. I’m wearing this crazy bra under a plain black angora cardigan sweater. Under my stretchy Lycra skirt I’m wearing no panties—just a sexy garter belt and stockings surround my fresh-shaven womanhood. I’m sitting here in my favorite sports/rock bar, eyeballing “my” DJ.

Strangelove

He studiously avoided touching me there, sliding his fingers up over my lace g-string to run across my soft belly. My stomach muscles contracted at Rob’s touch, and he laughed. Meanwhile, Alan was caressing my arms and neck, which were exposed by the tank top I wore. I decided I could lie there all night with my two favorite men in the world simply touching me, but I didn’t think that would make them happy.

Birthday Surprise

Two years later, three thousand miles were going to be bridged—and in less than three days. After two frustrating years of sexual innuendo and teasing about what we would do to each other if we were ever in the same state, I finally had a letter and a plane ticket. Richard had sent me my birthday gift in the form of a weekend stay in Burbank—the same weekend his three roommates were going out of town.

Midnight Ride

I closed my eyes for a moment, silently praying that he wasn’t one of the grizzled beer bellies. I counted slowly to three in my head, then turned around. I looked right into his light brown eyes and found myself grinning like an idiot. This guy was beautiful. He was maybe an inch or two taller than my own six feet, with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was skinny, but I like that in a man; I always have. He was also smiling at me—a warm, friendly, flirtatious smile that brought a sparkle to his eyes. Somewhere out there, I knew there had to be a god; this week, I must have been in his good graces.

Self-Indulgence

My friend Lance had called, asking me to come by his house. It was a Saturday night, and I really had nothing better to do, and I was in the mood for a performance. Lance was a voyeur of sorts, and for months, he’d been asking me to masturbate for him. Until now, I hadn’t really wanted to. Tonight, I figured giving myself pleasure to give Lance pleasure wouldn’t be so bad.