In 1960, I was a shy, skinny fourteen-year-old kid. I had no self-confidence, and I was scared to death of girls. My knowledge of human sexuality had more holes in it than my dad's rusty Chevy. Then the Myers family moved in across the street, and my sex education program kicked into high gear. A memoir of a boy's first experience with sex, and love.
When rowdy college boys flood the motel for Game Day weekend, Marlene—modest maid with a past and a body that turns heads—tries to keep her composure. But as the beer flows and the walls thin, temptation creeps in. One room, one reckless decision, and suddenly she's caught in the afterglow of youth, lust, and a wild morning she can’t quite forget. A seductive peek behind closed motel doors where curiosity turns carnal.
My name is Megan. I'm a really pretty girl in my 20s. I'm also a sexual predator and I like 'em young. (Why, you don't?) Yesterday, I met a 14 year-old boy and girl from out of town. Tourists. Yummies! (Insert emoji with eyes bulging and tongue hanging out.) I took them back to my hi rise condo and this is what happened.
Jason's next-door neighbor is a fashion model and avid rummage sale fan. When she brings home an old desk she can't handle herself, she enlists Jason's help to move it. And she is VERY grateful for his help!
Cathy is the typical teenaged girl who feels she has better things to do than her school studies. In detention again, she tries using her "womanly charms" on the teacher!