Doc Sherwood
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Shopping Spree
That quite pretty girl with the ponytail had remembered to put on her white dress with black dots, but apparently not everything else! I was following her up the hill and so I knew her bum was bare. I didn't even know if she realised I could see! But I could glimpse quite a bit just under her hem, and when the breeze lifted that skirt, much more.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
Interschool Day, Part Three
Next time I saw that blonde-haired girl from off the bus was at the stadium, and she'd changed into her gym kit. That was when I guessed I'd be playing her later, since she looked around my age. Gazing at her pleated short gym skirt I didn't even know if she had pants on.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
Interschool Day, Part Two
Anna finished dabbing her slightly pink face, and stuffed her sports towel into her bag as we walked down the corridor together after practice. My pants were still in a massive twist over how badly it had gone. We'd both changed back into our blazers and our pleated school skirts.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
Interschool Day, Part One
That tantalizing cheer-routine...! My mind was spinning with Anna's marble-white legs, several shades lighter than those of any other girl, not to mention her vivid red hair or her vivid red underwear, both of which took your breath away. The cheerleader who was happy to flaunt like that never quite seemed to sit alongside that other Anna, the one who made every boy know she was waiting. It made the waiting worse for us, when we had to see so much of what we wanted. That was why I was sometimes sure she did it on purpose.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
Dating, Chapter Four
Back when we were both at school, Susan in my class had been every boy's firm favourite. Because she really had been firm, every little bit of her in fact. I wasn't sure if dating her now would turn out to be such a good idea! However, I was starting to think someone I already knew might be the way to go. There'd been altogether too much of the unexpected lately, especially my last date!
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
Dating, Part Three
My date that evening was really beautiful, with a stunning profile and a mane of reddish-brown curls that fell to the upper cusp of her bum. The question of why a girl who looked like her should have agreed to go out with me ought to have set my alarms ringing! However, as we arrived back at my bedroom after the burger-bar, I was on the brink of finding out why no other boys wanted to date her...
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
The Longer you Wait...
"You know what would be a giggle?" proposed my friend, when she and I had been having a little fun in my bedroom one Sunday afternoon. Something of mine was very prominent because of the fun, and she rested the end of one forefinger on the very tip.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Filthy
Marietta, Part One
Did I dare to talk to Marietta? She was so far above me, and not just because of her delicate beauty. One day I happened to be in the neighbourhood where she lived, and saw her strolling ahead of me down a lane lined on either side by high green hedges. Above these, the gables and spires of old red-brick mansions rose into a stately blue sky. I had to say, Marietta fitted right in.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
Love's A Grand Slam
I was speechless at the sight of the girl's black lycra shorts. They were so skimpy, and so tight, that in terms of what you could see of the shape of her butt-curves she might as well have not been wearing them at all. Her hair was long and dark blonde. When she walked, her boobs bounced distractingly in her green shoulderless top, and she'd also thrown her black tracksuit jacket thrown over that. All I could see, however, were those shorts. She was pretty in a snub-nosed, cheeky way.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
Katie
That evening when I went for practice a pretty fair-haired girl all in lemon-yellow was lazily playing on the court, and I stood awkwardly to stare. She wasn't practicing properly, just lightly flicking the ball. Watching from behind I glimpsed matching lemon-yellow under the hem of her skirt, and my heart fluttered.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Fiction