A Horrible Chaperone

A Horrible Chaperone

Mr. B. was sleeping next to us in the tent for exactly this reason. We were quiet, but no matter how hard we tried we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and we definitely couldn’t fall asleep. They had forced us to sleep in separate sleeping bags, put a teacherin...
The Laundromat

The Laundromat

I’ve seen her eight times over the last few months. Always it’s one or two in the morning, and she’s doing a small load of laundry full of indiscernible items. She sits on top of the machine and reads a magazine, and she smiles at me although we never talk. Sometimes...
Saying Yes and No

Saying Yes and No

“Is it okay if sometimes I say no?” she asked one night. “Of course. You can always say no,” I said, trying not to give her a funny look. Out of all the things that might upset me, not having sex wasn’t on the list. “I mean, is it okay if I sometimes say no, but you...
Saying Yes To Her

Saying Yes To Her

Saying yes to her was not easy. She was only a couple of years younger than me, but I got it into my head that it wasn’t the right thing to do and there’s nothing more terrifying than a boy who thinks he knows better. God, she was pretty though, and I hadn’t wanted...
I’m Your Little Sister

I’m Your Little Sister

I always ask her three questions before sex. Who are you? How old are you? Yes or no? For a while, the answers were fun but simple. I’m a nineteen-year-old student in your college English class and I’m going to seduce you no matter what. Possibly she was my...