A fourteen-year-old boy, feeling neglected, his head full of fantasy and want, welcomes a fantasy man from the beach into the house when he's left home alone.
A story in the The High-school Affair Universe
14 year old Jay Wilson is having an affair with his 32 year old teacher Karruche. They get caught in the act by Ms Celeste, the high-school principal; who gives them a stern talking to but lets them go; saying it would be more trouble than it is worth to report them. But her decision to let them go is not what it seems. Her decision to let them go is not because she wants no fuss or problems, it is far simpler than that. She lets them go because she wants Jay for herself
We take a brief detour from "Dots and Dashes of Color" (after Chapter 9) to explore the deep meaning of the Festival of The Green, St. Patrick's Day. Mr. Marcus goes after an Irish lass who perpetrated violence on his dear sweet Annie, and runs into a bride's maid green with jealousy. We know who drove the snakes from Ireland, but what motivates Mr. Marcus to drive his snake into young women? I present the cir-cum-stantial evidence...
You can see that there's just one button too many undone and in that triangle of visible flesh you see a hint of breast, not a lot just at hint. If that girl is your own sweet wife, it only makes it all the more exciting
Instead of writing another fiction story, Wally tells the shocking truth about his many sexual experiences as a teen. Includes short scenes by many other writers, who are credited in the text. Starts with a sci-fi soldier in the far future, but most of the story happens in the 1970's US Midwest. - - - CAUTION - View and understand the story tags/codes before reading! If you don't and some of the content disturbs you, it's your fault instead of mine.
"Why don't you take your nose out of that book and look at all this crumpet?" asked Danny. "What?" I replied. "Look, I've got to finish this before my exam next week." "I just wish I had your good looks," mused Danny. "What?" I said again. "Good looks, what rubbish." "Hey, it's not rubbish that all the good looking birds keep giving you the eye," he observed. "And you're too busy to notice."