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I never thought my first time would happen on the third night of freshman year. But when my hot RA Mark knocked on my door after midnight to check my thermostat, I knew I wanted him to be the one...
The away game bus ride home is always rowdy, but this time I ended up in the very back seat with the star quarterback's hand up my skirt. And I definitely didn't tell him to stop...
I was 18 and babysitting for the Hendersons when Mrs. Henderson came home early. She found me in the pool house. What happened next changed everything I thought I knew about myself...
I thought my roommate was at class. I was wrong. She walked in on me with my boyfriend, and instead of leaving, she closed the door behind her and locked it...
I was failing English 302. Professor Grant offered to help during office hours. I didn't expect the lesson to be quite so... hands-on. He was 34, I was 19, and that desk was surprisingly sturdy.
Working at the car wash was boring until the hottest guy in town pulled up in his Jeep. One minute I was spraying soap, the next I was on my knees in the wash bay, and the water wasn't the only thing that was wet...
We'd been step-siblings for three years and I'd always had a crush on him. When our parents went away for the weekend, the tension that had been building for years finally snapped. On the couch. Twice.
My Italian tutor, Lorenzo, was supposed to teach me verb conjugation. Instead, he taught me things they definitely don't cover in any textbook. When in Rome...
It started as a dumb party game. Truth or dare. I picked dare, and someone said 'strip to your underwear.' By the end of the night, I'd done a lot more than just strip. And I don't regret a single second.
My bedroom window faced his apartment. We'd never spoken, but every night at 11 PM, we'd both be there — lights on, curtains open. What started as glances became a nightly ritual, until one night, he knocked on my door.
He was the cute guy working at the boutique where I was trying on dresses. When I couldn't reach the zipper, I called him in to help. One thing led to another, and suddenly I was biting a silk scarf to stay quiet...
Private yoga sessions with Priya were supposed to help me destress. Instead, they awakened something in me I'd been suppressing my whole life. Her hands on my body during 'adjustments' were anything but professional...
We'd been best friends since freshman year. A cross-country road trip after graduation seemed like the perfect adventure — until the motel only had one bed left. And then it was the perfect adventure for very different reasons.
Spring break in Cancun was supposed to be sun, sand, and dancing. I didn't expect to end up in a hotel room with two gorgeous guys from the soccer team. But when they both started kissing me at the same time... I wasn't about to choose.
The gym was empty except for me and the impossibly hot personal trainer. When I headed to the locker room shower, I left the door slightly ajar on purpose. He noticed. He followed. And that shower stall saw things...
I answered a modeling ad for 'artistic portraits.' By the end of the session, I was naked on his studio floor, his camera forgotten in the corner, and the only art being made was between our bodies.
I opened the door in just a robe. He was the hottest delivery guy I'd ever seen. The package I signed for wasn't the only thing he delivered that afternoon. My kitchen counter will never be the same.
Chemistry was my worst subject, but my tutor Ethan made it bearable. When he offered to stay late to help me prep for the final, the only chemical reaction that happened was between us. On his desk.
My roommate Mia and I made a bet: whoever could make the hot delivery guy from apartment 3B cum first got the master bedroom. By the time we were done with him, none of us cared who won. He definitely did.
My apartment balcony overlooked the courtyard, and so did his — two floors below. We started with waves. Then winks. Then one night, he unzipped his pants on his balcony, and I realized our courtyard wasn't as private as I'd thought...
I'd had a crush on Rachel — my best friend's 23-year-old sister — since I was 16. On my 18th birthday, she came home from grad school for the party. And after everyone else left, she gave me a gift I'll never forget.