Nandita To Nandini
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October 1978
School was moving along well. I was working on straight A’s now that I had escaped the clutches of Mrs. Thompson. All the teachers I had asked for a recommendation for the exchange program had written them and sent them in. I met with my guidance counselor, Mrs. Barngrover, early in October, and discovered a possible glitch in my plan for going to Sweden — I might not graduate with my class. I could not receive any credits from the school I would attend in Sweden because the school wasn’t accredited by the North Central Association, and the rules were quite strict.
Requirements for graduation in the State of Ohio included four years of English, plus additional electives. There was also a requirement for four years of civics classes. Besides resolving those requirements, I needed to figure out how to complete the 3-year college bound science classes. On the plus side, because I was on the college track, I had enough math without taking calculus. That was a good thing, because that would have been an impossible problem to solve.
In talking it through, I found that I could take the History classes in Summer school, assuming I didn’t leave until after the Fourth of July. According to the YFU information, our departure would most likely occur in July. That took care of one problem.
With regard to science, we agreed that my grades were good enough, and because I would finish Algebra II during Sophomore year, I could overload and take both physics and chemistry my Senior year. That meant I would have too few credits to graduate because I would miss a number of electives. I would have to apply to the School Board for a waiver. Mrs. Barngrover said she would endorse that and usually with special circumstances like study abroad, they would waive the requirement. That took care of another problem.
The remaining problem, English, would require approval from the department head, Mr. Edwards, as well as the Principal, the School Board, and the State of Ohio. Mrs. Barngrover had successfully done this for a couple of students over the years, but warned me that she had also failed in a couple of cases.
Later that week, I met with Mrs. Barngrover and Mr. Edwards. Because of my grades and because of the endorsements from Junior High English teachers he had received, he proposed a radical solution that he felt would work. I would take both Junior and Senior English during my Senior year, but they would waive the four required electives. In addition, he would submit the complete reading list of books for all my English courses, starting in Eighth grade, as well as books I had read on my own. He would also submit several papers I had written for History class. He felt that the combined weight, plus the fact that I wasn’t skipping the core English courses, would mean I would get approval. I agreed, and they wrote it up to submit.
My social life was great. I spent time with Jennifer, Joyce, and Larry. Jennifer and I would go out on Saturdays and I saw Joyce as planned every third Friday. Larry and I hung out on Wednesday evenings and usually played chess. Melanie still hadn’t decided what to do. I could tell she wanted to join us, but she wasn’t willing to give up control. She wasn’t dating. I heard from Pete that he had gone out on several dates at OSU, but there wasn’t anyone special. He did say that Melanie had written him a nice letter, and he wrote her back. To me, that was a hopeful sign.
Beth Pater was still joining me to work on our program. Beth had already discussed our proposal with the student council and they were interested. There hadn’t been a repeat of our other activity, but that was probably my fault for not taking the lead. I’d have to rectify that soon.
The big surprise was when Cassie Schneider invited me to the Sadie Hawkins Day dance. I said ‘yes’, mainly out of surprise. I already knew that Beth, Jennifer, Melanie, Mary, and Bethany wouldn’t ask, and I remembered they had said there was one more girl who had wanted to ask me to the dance last year but was warned off. I didn’t know if it was Cassie or not, but she was the first to ask.
Cassie was a good student, was on the debate team, and was an alternate on the It’s Academic team. It’s Academic was a quiz show that had teams from various High Schools in the area compete against each other, and was televised on WCET. I didn’t know much else about her. She was average looking, short at 5’3”, had medium length brown hair that she usually wore in a ponytail, and brown eyes semi-hidden behind glasses. She always dressed quite modestly.
I did have a couple of Junior girls I didn’t know well ask a few days later, but I had to turn them down. One of them I would have turned down anyway, because she was a complete airhead. That was something I simply couldn’t deal with. I’m sure whatever guy she eventually asked would be happy, because she had a reputation for being a lot of fun.
I was still having problems with my mom, and so was Stephanie. The favoritism she showed to Jeff was getting worse by the day. He could do no wrong at all in her eyes. This led to all kinds of crazy attempts to annoy me and one incident that was downright scary.
My parents had gone out on their usual date on the first Thursday in October. Jeff set about doing everything he could to bother us, including stealing the TV remote and randomly changing channels. I managed to get it back, but was sure this would be reported to my mom as me taking the TV away from him, no matter what I might say, even with Stephanie backing me up. It had come to the point that if she agreed with me on anything, it was because I was influencing her and pulling her into my sordid lifestyle.
The scary part of the incident occurred after I retrieved the TV remote from Jeff by grabbing him and making him drop it. I went back to watch TV when he suddenly appeared in the room with a large kitchen knife. He was clearly threatening me with it, so I quickly went down the hall into Stephanie’s room and locked the door with both of us inside. We stayed there until we heard my parents’ car in the driveway.
Of course, Jeff was sitting watching TV, looking innocent. I tried to tell my dad about it, but Mom interrupted, saying that because I was a known liar, nothing I said could be trusted. Jeff was such a good boy and he would never do such a thing. I was just jealous that he was such an angel. And on and on.
Dad looked skeptical, but because Jeff denied it and Stephanie hadn’t seen the knife, there was not much that could be done. I resolved from that time forward to just stay in my room and work on my Apple Computer whenever my parents went out on Thursdays, and make sure Stephanie was with me.
Of course, that played right into Jeff’s hands, because he now had complete run of the house. But I wasn’t willing to risk a repeat of that incident. I became more and more convinced that going to Sweden was a great solution to the problem. The only problem with the plan was that I had to come back home for a year before college.
Things at work were fine. I made the exchanges at school. I was the courier for drugs into Milford High. Only one person knew, and that was the Senior I exchanged bags with. I counted the money in the apartment each Saturday, made tallies, and collected the bag that I knew contained drugs. I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop about Josh Benton, as well as what new task I was going to be assigned.
On October 10th I received a phone call from Mrs. Seime saying that all of my application materials were in order and that she would like me to come to an interview on October 15th in the afternoon. I would have a face-to-face interview with her and two other YFU representatives, plus take a personality test that would be used to match me to the right family. I checked with Dad and got approval.
Mom had become increasingly shrill with her objections to me going. I wasn’t sure if it was punishment, fear of losing what little control she had left, or pure spite. I had indications that the last one was at least part of it when I overheard her tell my dad that she didn’t want me in that country with girls who were so loose. I rolled my eyes. If she knew the full extent of my sex life, her brain would short-circuit worse than it already did whenever I was around.
Fortunately, Dad always kept his word, and because he had approved the application and signed all the permission forms, there wasn’t much she could do. I was worried that she would try to sabotage things somehow, but I worked out with Dad that Melanie would take me to the interview so that he didn’t have to even mention it to Mom. He reluctantly agreed, but felt my fears were justified.
I knew that I had to talk to Don Joseph about everything soon, so I called Larry and asked if I could join them on their next trip to his grandfather’s house. He told me they’d be going on the second Sunday of November, which worked well for me. I wondered how my news would be received. I wondered if Joyce might have already told him, but that didn’t bother me enough to ask her about it.
On Sunday, October 15th, I met Mrs. Seime, plus the YFU regional director, and another YFU coordinator who was from Dayton. I thought the interview went well. I was asked all kinds of questions about why I wanted to do this, where I wanted to go, what I hoped to gain as well as what my plans for the future were. They asked about school, how easily I made friends, asked about a steady girlfriend, and asked about my relationship with my siblings.
Those last two were a bit tricky. I described Jennifer as the main girl I dated, but said at this point we weren’t going steady. I talked about my relationship with my sister and how good it was, and that I did have some problems with my brother that I usually resolved by ignoring his troublemaking and using my room as an occasional refuge.
That seemed to satisfy them. The final question was about my relationship with my parents. I told them that with my dad it was about as good as could be between a 15-year-old son and a 61-year-old dad. They were a bit surprised by the age difference, especially given that I was the eldest. I explained Dad hadn’t married until he was 45 and mom was 26. I said that my mom and I had divergent views on just about everything, so the relationship was strained.
They did ask about the ‘Roman Catholic’ entry for religion on my application. I told them I only went to church occasionally and it would be no big deal if I didn’t go for a year. This was a good thing, I knew, because there were not a lot of Roman Catholic churches in Sweden.
When we finished, I was happy and pretty sure that I had passed muster. I had used all the skills I had developed for dealing with the parents of the girls I dated to come across as a mature, intelligent, focused young man. They told me I would hear about acceptance and which country I was assigned to by the end of November. I was invited to start coming to the orientation meetings starting in November, which I took as a very positive sign.
On the way home, Melanie finally broached the subject of our relationship.
“I want to say ‘yes’ to your ground rules, but it’s difficult,” she said.
“You always want to be in control. You would have to surrender that. I guess the question is, how badly do you want to have sex with me? What are you willing to give up?”
She was silent, so I continued.
“Pete told me that you wrote to him and he wrote back. I’m happy about that.”
“I did. It was just boring stuff about school and my family. He wrote about his classes and the people he was meeting.”
“But he did write back! Did you write to him again?”
“Yes. I wrote to him yesterday. I don’t see the point, though. He’s never going to take me back, and even if he wants to, I’m not sure I’d be happy.”
“What would make you happy? I mean besides pulling the car over and having wild sex right now.”
“Is that an offer?” She asked hopefully, but then said, “Never mind, I know it’s not. I just want to go back to the way it was before, but you won’t let me.”
“You mean Jennifer and I won’t let you, right?”
“Yes. I don’t see why you guys are so hung up on it. It’s just sex.”
“Melanie Spencer, it is NEVER just sex and you know that. Look what happened with me when I thought it was ‘just sex’ with Jennifer. I wrecked my life. Was it ‘just sex’ when you blew your neighbor? If so, then why did Pete get upset? After all, it was ‘just sex’.”
“So, what about you and Mary? You and Kellie? I could go on, you know?”
“You could. Mary is the only person I’ve met, ever, that can ‘just have sex’ with guys without seeming to suffer some kind of emotional attachment. Kellie was a special case. She had a very specific goal in mind, got it, and moved on. I still say it was like a business deal, not sex.
“Even between you and me, it was never ‘just sex’. There was something there. We both acknowledged it. We kept those feelings under control because of Birgit, but they were always there, waiting to surface. I think that’s what’s happened now, and I need the ground rules. I need them for me and Jennifer. And I think you need them as well. Are you even looking for a boyfriend?”
“No. And you’re right. I always tried to say it was ‘just sex’ between us, but it wasn’t.” She stifled a sob. “I’ve made a mess of things, haven’t I? Maybe I’ll become a nun!”
“Sister Melanie? I just don’t see it. And being around all women doesn’t seem to deter you from what I saw last time!” I said with a grin.
She laughed, and I continued.
“On a serious topic, have you considered becoming a therapist, you know, a psychologist? When I saw Doctor Mercer, I realized that both of you asked questions the same way and neither of you gave me answers. You both made me work it out for myself.”
“I hadn’t thought of it. It’s an interesting idea. But don’t change the subject.”
“Far be it from me to move the subject away from sex when talking with the wild and crazy Melanie Spencer!”
She laughed again.
“I hate to say this,” she said, “but now you seem to have the answers and I’m lost. OK. Let’s do it your way.”
“Just talk to Jennifer. She’s in charge.”
“Of course she is. She’s been in charge since the first time you guys fucked!”
“Melanie Spencer! Like you weren’t in charge after our first time? Or Birgit? Or Becky? I may be a ‘dumb boy’, but I see what’s going on. I find intelligent, strong-willed, confident women and they take charge of my life. It’s only when I don’t listen or there’s a conflict between them that bad things happen. Well, excluding a fucking storm in Stockholm early this Summer.”
“You miss her, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” I said, with tears forming in my eyes. “Every minute of every day.”
We drove the rest of the way home in silence.
When I got home, I told Dad I thought that the interview had gone really well and that I probably would be going to the orientation meetings starting in November. I let him know that I was sure that Melanie or Larry would drive me if needed, but he said not to worry, that he would do it. I was happy to hear that. I wondered what he had said to Mom, but there was no way I was going to ask that question.
I called Jennifer to tell her the news.
“So, you’re actually going,” she said with a note of sadness.
“I am. I’m going to miss you, but we’ll write and we can always talk occasionally on the phone.”
“I know. It’ll be a long year.”
I told her to expect a call from Melanie. Jennifer laughed and said she figured it would happen eventually. She would let me know.
I talked to Stephanie about the interview and she said she was going to miss me, too. I said the same, but in the back of my mind I thought I’d be away for a year and perhaps, just perhaps, she would get over what my best friends in the world seemed to think was a foregone conclusion.
What really bothered me was that my initial revulsion had turned to curiosity. Not about making love with her, but about why she would want that. I thought cousins were taboo, and that was right on the edge of my comfort zone. What made her want her brother that way, assuming it was true?
I couldn’t write this stuff in the journal because I didn’t want Stephanie to see it. I’d just have to keep it bottled up and deal with it when the time came. But then I came up with the idea of writing it down, and putting the loose-leaf paper in a secret spot. I could always insert it into my journal at some future point. I did write in the journal about the exchange program, about my feelings for Melanie, and about missing Birgit. Fortunately, I didn’t dream that night.
Kathy Will’s “Sweet Sixteen” party was coming in about a week. I had found out that the guest list basically included cheerleaders and football players and me. That was not my idea of a good time, because I didn’t like that group. But my crush had invited me, so I was going. I had been pleasantly surprised to see Bethany Krajick was invited.
My tutoring session with Melanie was normal. She didn’t say anything about talking to Jennifer, so I didn’t raise the topic myself. On Tuesday, I dropped in on the chess club and got beat badly in several games, but I had fun seeing Mary, Larry, and Jennifer all playing. On Wednesday, I stopped Bethany in the hallway.
“Are you going to Kathy Will’s party?”
“Yeah, she’s been a good friend.”
“So you’re feeling comfortable?”
“I went on two dates so far. No problems!”
“Same guy?”
“Yes, Brad Green, a junior and most importantly, not a jock!”
I knew Brad, though not very well. He was on the debate team and in drama club. From what I had seen, he seemed like a really nice guy.
“Good for you!”
“I’m glad you’ll be at the party.”
“See you there.”
She seemed in very good spirits and I also noticed she had changed her clothing style, wearing conservatively cut, short-sleeve blouses that actually showed a tiny bit of skin at her neck. Hearing that she had been on two dates was a positive development.
On Friday after school, I got ready for Kathy’s party. The party started at 5:00pm and Dad would pick me up at 11:15pm. I put on my nicest shirt and jeans and a pair of casual black slip-on shoes. I grabbed the fedora as well. I was wearing it pretty much everywhere and getting lots of positive comments.
I arrived at Kathy’s house about the same as the rest of the guests. A few people had their own cars, but most were dropped off by parents. I got some odd looks from the football players because I never had anything to do with them or the cheerleaders, except for Bethany and Kathy, and even that interaction was limited. Those odd looks paled compared to the frosty reception from most of the cheer squad. The feeling was mutual.
Dinner was burgers, grilled by Kathy’s dad. I more or less paired up with Bethany, because she also wasn’t thrilled with most of the cheerleaders. She was there for the same reason I was, Kathy had invited her and they were friends. I did talk with a couple of the cheerleaders, Nancy Becker and Katy Splowinski, as well as Napoleon McCallum from the football team. He was a good guy and had been in the computer Summer school class. His goal was the Naval Academy and ultimately flying jets, and of course, he wanted to play football at the Academy.
After dinner, we played lawn darts. Bethany and I teamed up and finished 2nd. Later, Kathy ushered everyone into the basement to play some party games. I pulled Bethany back and made sure she was OK with that, because that euphemism usually meant ‘Spin the Bottle’ or ‘Truth or Dare’. She said she’d be OK, because they made the rules pretty reasonable.
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This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Wand, Book and Candle, Part 4 By Elliot Reid The transformation slowed, the final change trickling into place. I cocked my head at the caramel woman in the mirror and smiled a dazzling, Colgate smile. My new face and figure was perfect in every detail, a Xerox copy of the original. I was the spitting image of my new crush, Tisha Williams. I stared at my coffee-colored hands with their light fingernails, noting the fine knuckle wrinkles. I then lifted my fingers to pat the...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
August 1981, Chicago, Illinois On Sunday morning, I made my usual call to Karin. I described everything in the apartment and all the things I’d done during the week, including the reception. Both of us would start school in a week and we were both looking forward to it. When we finished talking, I went out for my run, showered, and ate breakfast. I made some tea, started a load of laundry, and then turned on the stereo. I put on an REO Speedwagon album and then relaxed on the couch with the...
Julie was still sitting on the bed with me when we heard the commotion in the hall. Then the door to my room banged open and in tumbled a giggling mass of blond. "Holy Shit! This whole family is blond!" I thought. Since I knew Nicky and Jennifer, and the other three were very similar in appearance, allowing for the slight age difference, I assumed the others were my cousins. The two youngest ones were fourteen year old twin daughters of Sarah's twin sister, Debbie. And the third was...
We woke, it wasn’t quite dawn yet with the sun under the horizon gently lighting the morning sky. I wiggled out from under Celia’s grip and slipped out of the bed following Chandra as she exited the small water closet. We dressed, quietly washed and left the room without disturbing the still sleeping strawberry blond. Breakfast was a subdued affair, she was too nervous to contribute anything meaningful. “You will be fine, just believe in yourself.” *Mumble. “You’ll be fine, trust me.” I...
August 4, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Boss, Penny just called!” Terry grinned from my doorway on Tuesday morning. “And you’re standing there, why?” I chuckled. “Call when Amber has a little brother or sister!” “I will!” he grinned. I picked up the phone and dialed Kimmy’s desk to let her know so she could arrange for flowers, and also record Terry out on ‘«pappaledighet»’. I finally heard from him about 8:30pm that Amber had a baby brother, Andrew, who they would call Andy. I called Kimmy...
August 21, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “Unbelievable,” I said when I read the headline from the Chicago Tribune. “It says here that Solidarity activist Tadeusz Mazowiecki was nominated to be Prime Minister of Poland.” I hadn’t had a chance to read the paper on Sunday because it hadn’t been delivered before we left for the race track in Michigan. “So now what?” Kara asked. “We’re in totally uncharted territory. Your guess is as good as anyone’s right about now.” “Steve, do you have a minute?”...
James sat upright on his bed, with his legs crossed and hishands holding his head up. He just stared at the small, red notebook that lay in front of him, this mysterious gift that was granted to him. His own name was engraved on the front. It was almost like it was glowing, beckoning him to open it, to control reality even more. His mind was racing, full of thoughts of Amy, Kirsty and the words written inside the book: ‘Kirsty is going to change her mind and ask me to come over to work on the...
SupernaturalJuly, 1983, Chicago, Illinois I woke up early on the First of July, because my body clock was still set to Swedish time. The flight back had been long but uneventful, and I was happy that the businessman in the seat next to me hadn’t wanted to talk. I read, wrote some longhand journal entries, ate, and generally relaxed while the plane zipped over the Atlantic. I’d come home, taken a sauna, eaten a light meal, and gone straight to bed, not bothering to check messages, look at the mail that...
June 1977 When I got home, I grabbed a Coke and some chips and went right to my room. I didn’t think I could deal with my parents or Jeff or Stephanie. I just needed to be by myself. That wouldn’t seem odd to anyone, because I often went to my room to read. In addition, I now had the TV I’d received for my birthday. I flipped it on to WXIX Channel 19 and reruns of Gilligan’s Island and Green Acres played in the background while I read. I had to get my mind clear for the final exams that...
July, 1982, Milford, Ohio I woke up early on Friday morning to make breakfast for Kara and her mom before she went to work. Mrs. Blanchard was surprised, but very pleased. After her mom left for work, Kara gave me a fierce kiss. “Thanks for staying in and cooking breakfast for us,” Kara said. “I hope that doesn’t cause you trouble with Stephanie, with you breaking your normal routine.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, kissing her back. “We got in a bit later than I expected, and she’ll...
July, 1983, Chicago, Illinois After Rosie left, I stripped the sheets from my bed, as well as the cover of the duvet, and tossed everything into the washing machine. I lit a lavender candle in the room, and then swept and dusted. I did a quick spot-check of the rest of the house and noticed that the tub in the sauna needed to be cleaned. I scrubbed it, then mopped the sauna floor with a damp sponge mop. I finished cleaning the sauna about the time the washing machine finished, so I moved...
May 26, 1991, Iron Mountain, Michigan “Shall we see if we can find a farm?” I asked at breakfast on Sunday morning. “That sounds like a great idea,” Jessica said. “There’s a visitor’s bureau in town,” Kara said. “I saw it when we were here the first time.” “I’m sorry I ruined that vacation,” Jessica said. “Ruined?” I protested. “Are you kidding? Getting you back was way more important than a few days of vacation!” “I agree,” Kara added. “Jess, you know exactly how bad off Steve was...
August, 1984, Chicago, Illinois The rest of the week proceeded as expected - class on Wednesday, as well as the usual visit from Penny, work on Thursday, and class on Friday. Kara and I had lunch together at IIT, Sofia practiced her driving and parking, and I hung out with Mark Agnini after class for beers. Staci and I got into a couple of interesting debates about the Old Testament that Mark had to break up to allow others in the class to participate. She was very much of the ‘directly...
December 21, 2000, Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minnesota “No shit, Doc!” I exclaimed. “Why the fuck do you think I’ve spent the last twenty-three years in one form of therapy or another? Will you stop treating me like a typical patient and acknowledge and respect that not only do I know myself, but I am NOT like anyone else you have ever met? I don’t fit into any of your cookie-cutter diagnoses nor can you put me in some little box on a chart and say that’s where I belong.” “Is that what you...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
March 25, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “What time do I need to have you home?” “8:00pm will be fine,” Misty replied. “My parents are in Normal visiting my brother at Illinois State. They aren’t supposed to be home before 10:00pm.” Misty and I were in my car on the way to the NIKA apartment which, fortunately, was not being used. With our expansion, it was in more or less regular use, and that meant I didn’t have access to it as often as I would have liked. I was glad there had been a delay in...
July 3, 1994, Oguni, Yamagata Prefecture, Japan It was raining hard when I woke up on Sunday morning, which meant I wasn’t going to be able to run, and would likely have the afternoon free as had happened one other day. Sakurako came to the cottage to ensure I was awake, even though I’d been waking up automatically at sunrise for the past week. When she left, I did my warm-up exercises, practiced my kata, then did a modified version of my warm-up exercises to make up for not being able to...
Andy woke a couple of hours later, his body ached and there was significant pain from the stripes across his arse. He remembered the reason for the pain, got in the shower and diligently shaved as commanded, he then got back into his basic bed and slept again.Andy was woken by the noise of metal clanking next to his bed. “Rise and shine 61. Put them on, ankles first, chains at the back, then your wrists behind your back”Andy looked at the item on the floor, it was two lengths of chain, each end...
January 17, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “What time do you have to leave this morning?” Kara asked as we showered together on Tuesday morning. “About 8:30am,” I said. “I’m driving over to get Jeri, then heading to O’Hare. We have an 11:00am flight. Assuming all goes well, we’ll be in the office by 3:00pm Pacific time. We’ll spend a couple hours going over the software then go to dinner. The demo is tomorrow. Our flight back on Thursday leaves LA at 11:00am, so we’ll be home by 8:00pm, I...
June 1977 Friday ended up being a non-event. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that there was no way on this earth I could say what happened between Birgit and me was a sin. Calling it a sin would debase it into a meaningless act. I could never do that. And the more I thought about Jennie McGrath, the more sure I was that I couldn’t call what she did for me a sin, either. If the church was right, I was going to hell. And frankly, there was no way that could be true. So I...
May 11, 1992, Chicago, Illinois Monday was turning out to be a LONG day. After my run and talk with Gina, and my talk with Elyse, I had a full day at the office scheduled. First was our leadership meeting in the morning, and then I had status meetings with each team. At lunch I’d gone to see Siobhán and explained that I was going to break off the sexual relationship, but that I wanted to remain friends. She was disappointed, but admitted that Thursday would have been the last time, since she...
July 22, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Albert, do you have everything packed?” Mom asked. “Yes, Mom!” I replied, rolling my eyes because she’d asked before I went to bed. “He’ll be fine, Babe,” Dad said. “Let’s walk to the hospital.” I usually didn’t get up early, but Dad had suggested it would help Mom if I walked to the hospital with her because I was leaving to see Jane for three weeks. Mom, Dad, Aunt Kara and I left the house and headed down the sidewalk towards the hospital where Mom and...
May 14, 1997, Chicago, Illinois “Start talking!” Melanie demanded when I sat down in her office about an hour later. “There isn’t much to say. Katya found the information for me when I asked her to look into several things about Brandon Littleton, Kevin Lomax, and John Milton.” “Do you know more about him?” “A LOT more. I don’t think you want to know.” “Probably not, but I’m your criminal defense attorney, and even though San Antonio doesn’t have you involved in this, you know the CPD...
September 1982, Chicago, Illinois The weekend was quiet and besides homework, I worked on the program changes for Frank, called Karin, Tatyana, and Kara, and hung out with my usual study group. Monday was refreshingly normal. On Tuesday morning, I handed Katy my completed intake form. She put it in an envelope and stuck it in her bag. She said she’d let me know soon about the interview. On Tuesday afternoon, after having lunch with Stephie, I made my rounds and then I headed over to Sigma...
“So, how should we do these Stone’s songs?” Phil asked at our rehearsal session. “I think we all know the music, we just need to come up with a pretty awesome arrangement; we don’t want to sound like yet another cheap cover band.” “I had some ideas, if it’s okay for me to make some suggestions,” Allison said. “Of course it is,” Phil said. “Everyone can have a say, there’s no rule that says you can’t participate in the discussion.” “Thanks, Phil, I guess being the newest here, I’m a bit...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
October 1982, Chicago, Illinois The drive back to Chicago was as uneventful as usual, and I arrived at the apartment just before 6:00pm. When I arrived, Elyse and Stephie were sitting on the couch and Jackie was sitting on the loveseat. Stephie hopped up as I opened the door and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. “Hi, Peaches!” I said. “Glad you’re home, Yankee!” “Hi, Steve,” Elyse and Jackie both said. “Hey,” I replied. “How was the weekend?” “Well, it was just Kurt with me, Stephie,...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
January 19, 1989, En-Route from LAX to ORD When the engines of the plane started, Jeri reached over and took my hand. She held it while we pushed away from the gate, and taxied for takeoff. Her grip tightened a bit as we hurtled down the runway, but nothing like the death grip she’d had on my arm for the flight out. The plane roared its way into the air and once we leveled out, Jeri’s grip loosened but she didn’t let go of my hand. “How are you doing?” I asked with a touch of...
September 7, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “That went reasonably well,” Michelle said when her parents drove off. “There were a few times I thought my expression would give away something I shouldn’t. You were messing with me, weren’t you?” She grabbed both my hands and smiled, “I was telling the truth, in my own way. Thank you!” She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “So, what’s left?” I asked. “To visit UofC tomorrow and formally withdraw from classes. To spend some time with you and your...
October 1981, Chicago, Illinois I arrived back at the apartment just before 10:00pm and saw the address for the party. I decided I wasn’t particularly interested in going so I put on some music, poured myself a glass of wine, and started reading more about Russia. I was alternating between the history and culture book and the Communist Party book, decided on the history and culture book for this time. I didn’t get much reading done because I was thinking about Tatyana, which led me to...