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Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from the protective environment of the home to the sometimes frightening school environment. And then comes the time when one must decide — often involuntarily — what to do with one’s life.
Transitions all of us must make. Indeed, life itself seems to be a never-ending string of transitions.
In this novel, a sexually-liberated woman influences the teenagers around her — an influence that greatly affects their personal lives as well as their relationship with one another.
Society may condemn them for their actions, may deplore the woman who has liberated them sexually; yet, they would be the first to declare that true happiness is theirs. How many others in society could say the same?
HUNGRY FOR BOYS, a stark novel of a woman who teaches teens what life is all about.
I was ready to scratch the itch at my cunt when a voice startled me.
“Shelby, you sure are tall for a girl… aren’t you?” Billy Powell squinted up at me. The sun off the water of the lake threw shards of light across his tanned back. I squeezed more lotion from the bottle and dabbed the end of his nose white.
“I guess I am taller than most chicks.” I watched him tense under my cool hand. I rubbed the lotion over his shoulders and made circles down his back. Billy, beautiful Billy. His ass rose up impudently from the plane of his narrow back.
“Hey, how old are you?” Billy asked, turning again.
“I’m twenty-eight. How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” He put his chin back on his crossed wrists.
I spread the oil, let my fingers ripple over his sides. It was too early for anyone to be down at the pool and I was glad. I’d only come down myself when I’d seen Billy strolling with his towel across the grassy inner courtyard of our apartment complex. I’d been his friend for a couple of months.
“You didn’t tell me how tall you are.”
“Oh, about five-seven barefooted.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number DN-210 in the original publications (a duplicate).