Bleaahhhhhh. The bitter taste of that “barium milkshake” still lingered in her throat. She had bravely gulped it down as the team stood around her in that cold sterile lab, perhaps taking extra interest in the tectonic tremors of her breasts as she took gulp after nasty gulp. Now, in the brightly lit gym, Dareen turned her attention to the task at hand, the strength test. These were the heaviest barbells that could be obtained, apparently; in her mind she added u

Tami looked lazily out the window. The tree-covered hills were still and hot in the midday sun. Looking ahead, she noticed a police car had stopped someone. She eased her bare foot off the gas so that she was going 55. McMasters was right; there was a speed trap here. A lazy, hot, dusty day. There hadn’t been much rain lately. She licked her lips. Only coffee and a doughnut for breakfast, she was getting hungry. The moron in front of her in the BMW,

Angela supposed she should be admiring the virtuosity of these two girls. “Throaters” and “Plungers” each had an online page on which they discussed the most effective techniques in bringing the Sire to orgasm. Angela had somehow gotten “friended” but didn’t mind it because the material that came her way was pretty amusing. Kai-Kai could not reach orgasm from prostate stimulation alone, which one might think relegated Plungers to second-class status, playing second fiddle so

He waited anxiously, nervously fidgeting with the slide of his trombone. Mr. Watson, whom everyone called “Sarge” from his years as a bandleader in the Army, waited impatiently as Jamal fiddled with the A-V equipment. It was first period practice in the crowded rehearsal room. They had just gone through their usual warm-up tune, “Captains and Kings”. Now they were snorting with anticipation. Except for him. And Brigid in the clarinet section, sitting between Debra and V

Today I was heartened to see that Miss Smithers’s legacy would last at this college long after she graduated. It was an unusually warm day for this time of year, over 60 degrees. Upon leaving the house I needed to put on only a sweater. I decided to take a walk along the college quad. Fitting for the first day of spring, there were students (and some faculty) sitting outside on benches, eating lunch, a few students with guitars. At times like this the college is at its b

McNALLY Can’t you walk faster? MEIER We’re not supposed to be in a hurry. Besides, it’s only about a quarter of a mile. McNALLY A quarter mile to frostbitten toes and g - general hypothermia. MEIER You’ve done this before. Behave this time. Every artist in town will be there. McNALLY Why do you have to p - parade me around like this? MEIER Us keeping to ourselves looks suspicious. I’ve been getting out more and so should you. That's why I made sure everyone knew th

The Comptroller, Ms. Ling, stood up, as she often did for emphasis. “As a woman it is best for me, I think, to make this presentation.” Only briefly glancing at her notes, she said, “The ‘Mailgirls’ program has been tried with a surprising degree of success at American corporations. There is no denying the benefits of having a dedicated cadre of messengers within a building, or within a complex. As far as the, uh, nudity aspect of it, clothes just get in the way. Once th

The mood at the service is gloomy, what with the news that the man in Leavenworth will need papers showing that the family of schwärtzen are freedmen before he can accept them. Evidently the authorities there are being strict with the Fugitive Slave Law. The family has made it to Kansas, by unknown means, but is currently hiding in a barn, risking capture and return. Meanwhile the necessary papers have been obtained, but how to get them to the man in Leavenworth? The Miss

Angela was more or less a spectator as the three young men talked about classes, professors, the food, and new places they had discovered on campus or in town. Angela, a senior, already had experienced some of these professors and other things but didn’t chime in. She was not unattractive and knew herself being glanced at now and then by Kai-Kai’s friends. She also knew her presence was putting a damper on the conversation. Without her, Phil and Duvon would probably be talkin

“Sorry, Ethel, but I dropped it last week when I had my head out the window up there, trying to push snow down.” Old Mr. Johnstone is explaining why his snow shovel is lying up on the roof, just short of the eave. Only the outline of it is visible, under this morning’s flurry. “I told him,” Mrs. Johnstone says, “‘Tom, you’re too old to be doing that. Get one of the Marston boys.’” The Marstons live on the other side. That’s not an option now, during school hours. Ethel

Taking a flashlight out of the drawer, Dr. Congi bent down and looked straight up inside Tami. Tami could swear she could feel the heat of the light as it crept like a searchlight along her insides. “Tami, you have a beautiful cervix!” Dr. Congi exclaimed brightly. Somebody giggled. Responding to this, she said, “She does!” Standing up again, Dr. Congi said, “I’d like you all to look at the inside of Tami’s vagina. Refer to this poster first. You can easily make out th

He watched with me as I slowly leafed through. These were indeed strange designs, half-shirt, half-skirt, or half-gloves, half-sweater, and half-hat, half-I-don’t-know-what. There were very few skimpy designs. Almost all seemed to afford full coverage and warmth. Warmth seemed like the main emphasis. Maybe it was due to Tami Smithers’s influence that women, especially, had been covering up more in recent years. As I got to page 37, near the end, he said, “Footwear has

I love combing Lisette's hair in the quad. It's a thing we do every day after lunch. She lies on her back on one of the concrete tables, bends her knees, and lets them fall to the side, giving me a clear view of her beautiful forest of auburn curls. I do it nice and slow, using the soft brush and then the long-handled comb, then start over. No point to it really, she already brushes her hair every morning (actually, one of the other girls in her suite does it, it being easier

The radiator is fixed but it needs a new thermostat which won’t come in until tomorrow. That’s ok -- I want to stay in this town until I find out more about Sukie, the girl who is always naked. I wait until just before school is out before walking into town. I sit on the same bench, at the same time. Again, the school bus empties with middle-school kids. Again, some high school kids walk by. But no Sukie, nor any of her friends (I think). Half an hour goes by and still,

On this spring evening, around the dorms at Campbell - Frank College, the scent of newly risen flowers and fertile, moist earth mingled in the air with young voices from the open windows. From Pilgrim Hall, Rankin Hall, and the other dorms, students could be heard chatting, laughing, sometimes singing, music from CD’s playing here and there. Mid-terms over, finals a long way away, an easy, carefree season. In Pilgrim Hall, Room 207, Jeanette and Latosha, sociolo

“I’m not sure if what you ask is possible,” Principal Huo said. He was in his office, speaking to Mr. Qinghu, Instructor of Mathematics. “It’s only for the boy’s benefit,” Mr. Qinghu said. “The loss of concentration for the -- what --” “I believe the penumbra has been timed as averaging at two minutes, with an umbra of fifteen seconds.” “He can’t afford to be out of touch for that long, every class,” Mr. Qinghu said. “It doesn’t seem to present a problem in the other su

“Unnh! You’re putting too much grit into these -- things!” Patty says, her toes flexing against the rough concrete rail as she raises herself up. “It’s the same formula as always,” Freddy says. They’re talking softly so that the crowd around them, watching from behind the little fence, can’t hear. ​ “I feel like I’m -- shitting out -- unnhh! -- a porcupine.” ​​ “You exaggerate.” ​​ Patty exhales and lifts her butt off the top of the prong of

The nude prisoner, sound sleeper that she had come to be, was nonetheless awakened by the routine 6:15 a.m. clanking of the old-fashioned key. She blinked her eyes and turned on the rough wooden bench. It was the Assistant Warden, as always, with the guard for her wing. The guards at this women’s prison farm were all female, but the officials were male. “Good morning, Towelewska,” he said, in a heavily accented attempt at her native Polish. By habit and by protocol, the

Yesterday, as the autumn leaves (or what passes for autumn here in sunny SoCal) were beginning to fall and a green gecko leaf fell onto Lisette’s forest and I picked it out and turned to drop it on the ground, I saw her again. Grib. Debbie Grib. Walking straight ahead, hard bare feet thudding on the pavement, with her companion Heidi Grau behind her. It’s hard not to see Grib, inventor of the “hard nude” idea, with her shaved head, and her shaved armpits and shaved pussy.

The initial resistance of our military to the presence of Maik-lings has apparently eased. On my visit I found nothing but kind words. Quiet as they tend to be, these girls tend to win one over. Also winning is their striving for excellence in harsh conditions. Surely a naked girl cannot be comfortable spending most of the day in a chilly hanger in this high altitude, mending the uniforms of airmen. But with Qinyang, as with the others, there is no sign of distress, just