Copyright 2010 Lusty Library. All Rights Reserved http://www.lustylibrary.com en-us Sat, 20 Mar 2010 01:04:27 -0400 webmaster@lustylibrary.com (TheLustyLibrarian) Straight:18 Candles http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/18_Candles/Unbearable_11088 Straight:18 Candles Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:27:54 -0500
Gage looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes again. It drove me crazy... his hair was black, as mine, silky smooth, and shiny. He was absolutely gorgeous. I couldn't kiss him without gasping at the great amount of pleasure.But I wanted more. So much more. That's why we were here, at my house. My parents were gone for a few days, we were 18, and I would not spend those few days alone."Molly?" His quiet voice snapped me back into reality. "Hm?" I answered. "Are you okay?" "Uhh, sure." I replied. "Okayy," he answered."Um, Gage, I need to talk to you..." I said nervously. He nodded in signal for me to go on and tell him. "I.............Um, follow me." I took his hand in mine and led him to my room, and shut the door. He faced me, while I was standing against the door. I pulled him closer. "...I need you. Now. My body needs you. It aches every night for you and I--" He cut me off with a passionate kiss, and looked at me again. "All you had to do was ask, my love." He smiled shyly. I giggled nervously and kissed him again. I bit his lower lip gently as he slid his arms around my lower back. I felt his tongue across my upper lip, begging me to allow him entrance. I parted my lips slightly and he explored my mouth, as did I explore his. He pushed his body against mine, causing me to ...

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It was a hot summer’s day as I was working in Mrs. Heather’s yard. Her husband was away again on business. Oh well, he paid me good to mow and trim the yard over the summer. Watching Mrs. Heather’s sunbathing was a bonus for sure: her long blond hair, nice ass, and the top of her bikini was barely enough to cover her DD chest, and watching the small bottom ride up the crack of her ass was even better. Go figure, I was getting paid for this. I would have done it for free. I was 18, just out of school, looking to go to a tech school in the fall, thinking I was going to miss this. At least she lives behind my parents so I can still get a glimpse once in a while. Little did I know what was going to happen. I walked in and saw her in her bathrobe. As I was turning to walk out she said, "No, it's ok, you're 18. I trust you." Nice words to hear. What did she mean by that I wondered? I turned around. "Want a glass of water or lemonade?" she said. "Sure," I answered. "Just give me a minute to get my checkbook, thing's around here someplace." As she leaned over the table to write my check I could see her nipple inside her robe. It stirred things in me. Areolas were large, about 4” across and the nipples seemed to be sticking out some although ...

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Sitting at my desk, I have the most incredible view under your desk in the front row. I swear you wear those short little skirts just to see how hard you can make me! Watching you stretch those sexy legs of yours makes me want to crawl under that desk and dive into that sweet little pussy like a man possessed. As the bell rings I say, "Bella. I need to see you after class." "Sure professor!" you reply with a giggle in your voice. As you return to your desk you drop a pen and make a show of bending over to pick it up. Your skirt rides up your thighs giving me a glimpse of your tight ass. 'God, I want to tear into that!' I think to myself. I stand and walk to the desk next to yours, my cock straining at my zipper, you have to notice, there is no hiding it! Slowly you lick your lips and ask, "What's up? Besides you?" and you giggle once more. I feel my dick begin to throb at your little tease. Sitting on the desk next to you, I can see down your blouse, and you're not wearing a bra. "Well I have noticed your grades have been slipping and you seem to be distracted in class. Is the subject matter too hard?" With an impish grin you reply, "Well, I have been distracted but it's not the subject that's too HARD, it's that cock of yours that's hard! ...

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I stood numbly in the hall, a hall overcrowded with boxes and various objects never unwrapped or unpacked. I glanced nervously at the clock upon the gray-papered wall, its gentle, muted ticking the only sound heard in the passage darkened by sunset. I couldn’t stop fidgeting. I tugged on my hair, I bit at my nails, I toyed with the silver locket that hung at my throat. Never had I been so nervous, so uneasy in such a familiar place. Wasn’t it usually the boy waiting for the girl? I stole another glimpse at the clock as it struck midnight- and realized that it was four hours off. My thoughts strayed back from the time to the reason of my visit. It was usually the boy waiting for the girl, but, then again, Adrian Hartig was no usual boy. His sister, Annalise, was our age, and we had been friends since we were young. Now that we were both eighteen, she was the type of girl you were either best friends with, or hated from a safe distance. You either loved her straightforward attitude and her honesty, or you thought her rude. You either basked in her sudden outbursts of affection of thought her overbearing. You were either enchanted by her striking good looks or you were jealous and intimidated. Fortunately, since childhood I was well used to every one of her often startling attributes, and we quarreled seldom. At times she spoke of the older brother that attended a British ...

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Slut.The word echoed from the halls. From lockers, from the bathrooms, from classes, she heard it whispered and written and hissed. Slut. It was on the faces of her peers, in their eyes. Every single student at Frensburg High School thought it as she passed them by. And she loved it. Not only was Maria Starkski known as the school whore, but she was quite possibly the luckiest girl attending as well. No on else could have possibly gotten away with that spaghetti strapped shirt that showed more than an ample amount of cleavage, that tight little denim miniskirt that was at least three inches north of fingertip length, those stilettos that clacked on the tile, warning all of her approach. But not one of the teachers or staff members ever breathed a word to her, and it was sort of a routine to see her in class everyday, wearing way too much makeup and not enough clothes. Girls glared at her as she walked on by them. Teachers looked the other way. Boys stared, some in wonder, some with a condescending smirk. Those were the ones she’d been with. Screwed. Nailed. Fucked. They all hated her- the girls, the teachers- even the guys. See, they love her before, while she flirts, plays with them, waits for them to make the move. They love her during, while they handle her body and sweat on top of her and tell her she’s beautiful. But they hate her after it, for letting them. ...

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John and I had been friends since the eighth grade. We told each other about every single detail of our lives. It isn't surprising that we also shared common interests, especially art. We had been working on a submission for an upcoming show, and we were nowhere close to being done. Two days before the contest deadline I headed over to his house, our plan being to stay up all night and finish the painting. I walked in through the garage door, kicking off my flip-flops and heading towards the room we usually work in. John was standing at the table, mixing colors and setting up brushes. He's gorgeous, and always had been. Even in his paint spattered old jeans and a faded tee shirt I couldn't help but stare at him. I'm used to receiving jealous glares from girls, and wide-eyed looks of approval from the males I meet, but being with John I still sometimes feel a little plain. He puts down the bottle of paint and comes over to hug me. I'm small, barely 5'2", with a slender build, and he towers over me. His chest and shoulders are bound by a mass of muscle, and he's a little intimidating. We got to work shortly after that, laughing and talking and flirting, but never making a serious pass at one another. By one a.m. we had finished the pieces and cleaned up. "They look great," he says, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my forehead. "Mhm" ...

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Beverly couldn’t believe he was sleeping right downstairs on the pullout sofa in her living room.He was her golden boy, her surfer boy, her summer love. His shock of wavy sun-bleached hair and taut surfer's body formed an image that had carried her through an entire school year. They had met last summer on the beach during her family’s annual vacation to the New Jersey shore.One of a summer flock of teenage girls sunning on the surfing beach waiting for the surfer boys to overcome their goofy shyness, she had her eye on him from the start. It wasn’t long before she and a few others were on surfboards being pushed for their first rides in the small soupy shore break of the Atlantic Ocean. The following days of kissing and petting with Mike grew more and more exciting until the end of the week’s vacation left her headed back home with a big hole in her heart.A year later, just last month, Mike and Bev spent their second wonderful week together. The painful yearning she carried through her senior year of high school grew more unbearable in the month since then. The longest month of her life had ended when he arrived at her house in Bergen County earlier in the day for her eighteenth birthday.Mike added a few days to his drive to Maine for his sophomore year of college so he could spend them with Bev. Now he was asleep in the ...

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“Jordan, wake up!” shouts Ron. “Ugh, go away, ass!” say I, still half asleep. “Jordan, are you going to spend your 18th birthday asleep or come see what is in store for you?”Suddenly I jump, realizing just what day it is. I am finally 18! “Ron, what time is it?” I mumble. “Dude, it’s nine.”Shit! I am late! Rachel is going to be pissed! I hurry and start to get dressed. I stop and look in the mirror. Today is the day Rachel has been teasing me about for months since her own 18th birthday. I am 5’9” with short brown hair, striking brown golden eyes, skinny, with shoulders built like a truck. I make sure I am looking the best. I pick up my phone to call Rachel to let her know I will be late.“Hey Rachel!”*Giggles in the background* “Hey Jordan, Where are you?” “Sorry, late night but I am on my way!”“Hurry, Jordan, take too long and someone’s birthday presents may disappear!” *click*What does that mean…. Why does she always have to speak in riddles? Hearing her voice I accelerate, thinking about what possibly she has planned. Rachel and I have been together for 5 years now. I have been living on my own since I was 17. Rachel on the other hand is a daddy’s girl. I have no damn clue how I managed to date her as a rock climber and math geek. Rachel is head cheerleader, 6’1”, brunette hair to her ass, breasts of a ...

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They called her Barbie. Mostly because everything on her was perfect. Her long, fieryhair, her big green eyes, her body, everything. And also because pretty much every guy in the city knew who she was, and wanted a piece of her.
Her name was Taylor Wilson and she was dating David Moore. He considered himself a very lucky man. Taylor was a bit younger than him, her 18th birthday was tonight, which is why she had to get ready for the party her friend Serena was throwing for her. Serena was the kind of girl who got around. There were very few guys who hadn't boned her. Taylor on the other hand, was a tease, saying she would save herself for marriage, but wearing revealing clothes.
She got into the shower, feeling frisky, and she had heard of her friends masturbating with showerheads, so she decided to try. She turned it on, got the temperature just right, and put it down there. It felt amazing, her back was pressed up against the shower wall, her free hand rubbing her firm breasts, then moving down her stomach, between her legs, and to her slit. She had never had this sensation before, and she was soaking wet, not because of the water. She loved it. The feeling didn't last long, because she heard someone knocking at the door. So she put a towel on, still rubbing herself all the way to the door. She had ...

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It was a quiet night. My heart was racing at the fact that we were both finally eighteen and from how close we were... I could tell he had something on his mind, and apparently he knew I had something on my own... I perked up. “What, what.?” I had said when he all of a sudden wrapped his arms around me.“Soon?” He had asked, nuzzling into my neck.I knew what he meant... I let this process in my mind for a few moments or so before nodding. “Tonight,” I said, looking up at him nervously.He gave a smile, but I could tell he’d need the preparation in these next few hours. Besides, I slept longer than I thought… I think it’d have to be until eleven or something… I couldn’t prepare myself within so few hours, not at all. About an hour or so later, Andrew had pulled me outside. It wasn’t raining and it was fairly dry, so we sat on the grass like last time. This wasn’t the type of conversation I thought it was going to be… “Hey… Um, you said tonight right?” he asked.I nodded. “Well, this is both of our first times right?”I nodded again. “Um… Was there anything particular you wanted to try?”I felt my face redden, shrugging my shoulders. “I don’t know if I should do the one position in my dream… Maybe start out with a normal position?” I asked, blinking and looking away. I truly had no idea what to ...

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