The Fight [MF] [Age Difference] [Cheating] [Creampie]

As soon as I locked my apartment door behind me, I heard my neighbors’ door swing open. I looked up and saw Melissa, a college student back on spring break, standing in the door frame.

“I could hear you two fighting,” she said. She was wearing a loose pink top and yoga pants.

“Sorry,” I responded quickly, beginning to walk down the hall. It was true — my wife and I had been in an argument that had gotten a little loud. I had decided to go on a walk to give her some space.

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” Melissa said, lingering in the door. As I got closer, I realized she had chosen not to wear a bra. I also, for the first time, noticed how she had grown from the awkward high schooler I had known into an attractive young woman with ample breasts and a very enticing smile.

Her grin was on full display when she caught me looking at her nipples, which were poking through her shirt. She peaked down the hall, making sure no one was watching. “Hey, do you want to see them?”

The Wedding [Part 1] [MF]

When my college friends and I had been invited to Maria’s sister’s wedding, we were all surprised. We had been close to Maria, sure, but we never knew her sister. Still, we decided to go and treat it as a ten year college reunion. It was also a great excuse to get to Miami.

I ended up getting in Thursday night. The rest of my friends were arriving the next morning, and Maria was too busy with wedding prep to meet up. So I was sitting at the hotel’s rooftop bar, enjoying the view, when I heard a voice behind me: “Hey, are you here for my sister’s wedding?”

I looked over my shoulder and saw a stunning Latina college coed holding a glass of white wine. She was in a very short, low cut black dress that left very little to the imagination. She also looked exactly like Maria did ten years ago, when we were in college together.

“I think that’s a good bet,” I acknowledged, cautiously. “You wouldn’t happen to be Ana, would you?” Ana was Maria’s youngest sister. The middle sister, Tina, was the one getting married this weekend.

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My Niece’s Roommate [MF] [Age Difference]

“Oh, hello!”

I tried to keep a straight face when the gorgeous college sophomore answered the door to my niece’s dorm room. Two things had taken me by surprise: First, she wasn’t my niece. Second, she was wearing nothing but a short bathrobe.

“Hi,” I stammered, trying not to let my eyes linger too long on her smooth, young legs or the cleavage exposed by the top of her robe.

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower,” she said with an innocent smile, setting her hair brush on one of the two desks in the dorm room. She was old enough to know what kind of effect she had on men, and she knew that she was having that effect on me. “So you’re Becca’s uncle, huh? Sam?”

“That’s me,” I said. “Sam.”

“Ah. Well, I’m Claire, Becca’s roommate. Come on in.” She turned and walked into her room, her hips swaying as she went. I took a depth breath and walked in, expecting to see my niece waiting inside.

But the dorm room was empty, other than two lofted beds, two desks and a worn out couch.

The Elevator [MF] [Adultery] [Creampie]

“Hold the elevator, please!”

It was a familiar request in my high-rise apartment building. I instinctively held my hand out, blocking the door from closing just in time.

“Oh, thank you!” said the beautiful blonde who I had never seen before. I had lived in the building for a couple years, but our paths had certainly never crossed before. If they had, I’d remember.

She was probably about my age, early thirties, wearing a sweatshirt and yoga pants. She had her hands full of groceries.

“No problem,” I responded, “Looks like you have your hands full. What floor?” I asked.

“17, please.” She was clearly relieved to almost be home. She set her bags on the floor of the elevator with a heavy sigh.

I pressed the button while discreetly checking her out. My heart sank a little when I saw the glimmer of a wedding ring on her left hand.

“I’m Cassie, by the way,” she said, with an unexpected energy. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

“I think you’re right. I’m Sam,” I responded. “I’m up on 19.”

“Oh, so practically neighbors!” She had a contagious smile – I couldn’t help but grin back at her.

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