A not-so-short story (3,683 words) about how I spent the birthday of The United States. I went to a party with a plan to masturbate in public, but I got a little more involved with a couple of party guests. This story is dedicated to my favorite female smut writer DeeDee18.
What starts as a risky late-night indulgence on the twenty-seventh floor quickly spirals into a sophisticated game of voyeurism and shared secrets. But some secrets are too hot to keep—and even better when they’re shared.
DISCLAIMER: While this story takes place in a Roman Catholic high school, it does not reflect the current practices of the Church or its education system. It is purely the product of my imagination, and should not be construed as reality in any form. For a more detailed explanation, please see my blog. Imagine a high school where kids are taught how to fuck, and where they have sex with each other and with their teachers, under loving guidance at every step. This is that school.
Three old friends, including a teen daughter share a massage and touches for the first time. An awakening for them all. True story of sorts. Updated January 2026, fresh edit, and a new cover.