Adventures In Stephanie: Volume 1

By Stephanie W

Hi. My name is Stephanie and these are my stories.
I discovered very early in my life that I loved sex. I found that I orgasmed easily, my orgasms were very intense, and I liked to orgasm as often as possible. Until I went to college, my sexual encounters were only with my vivid imagination and myself. When I was in my early twenties though, I had many sexual adventures with my friends. The stories in this book and the ones to come later are the highlights of that time.
I’m older now with a husband and kids. But, sometimes, late at night, when the kids are in bed and my husband’s light snore resonates in the bed beside me, my mind goes back to these times. I touch myself as the memories flow back. My body still loves to respond to my touch.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephanie W
• Release date: Jan 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311017895

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Adventures In Stephanie

Volume 1

By Stephanie W

Copyright © 2016

All rights reserved

No part of this publication may be reproduced or stored in a retrieval

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This book is dedicated to all the women that took charge of their sex lives and enjoyed it.

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Contents

Introduction

Graduation Night

Revenge Sex

The Three-Way

The Hot Tub

Excerpt from Volume 2

Introduction

Hi. My name is Stephanie and these are my stories.

I discovered very early in my life that I loved sex. I found that I orgasmed easily, my orgasms were very intense, and I liked to orgasm as often as possible. Until I went to college, my sexual encounters were only with my vivid imagination and myself. When I was in my early twenties though, I had many sexual adventures with my friends. The stories in this book and the ones to come later are the highlights of that time.

Now, just to be clear, at the time that my friends and I had our little adventures, we were all over eighteen. In addition, I have changed all of their names to minimize any chance of embarrassment in their current lives. However, when they read this, they will know who they are in these memories.

I’m older now with a husband and kids. But, sometimes, late at night, when the kids are in bed and my husband’s light snore resonates in the bed beside me, my mind goes back to these times. I touch myself as the memories flow back. My body still loves to respond to my touch.

I hope you enjoy these memories of mine as much as I enjoyed living them. If you do enjoy them, please leave a good rating so that I’ll be inspired to finish Volumes 2 & 3.

Graduation Night

As I tied the belt of my robe, I walked down the hallway toward the living room. Walking in front of me, the shorthaired sailor tucked his t-shirt into his jeans. I struggled to remember his name.

A key turned in the lock of the front door to the apartment and, a second later, the door opened. Vicki, my roommate of four years, stood in the doorway pulling her key out of the lock. She stared first at the sailor and then at me. She shook her head with a smile. George, her boyfriend, pushed around her and headed toward the hallway. He glanced at the sailor and nodded before he spoke.

Hi Stephanie. Don’t mind me. I just really gotta pee. He raced down the hall.

I called after him, Hi George.

The bathroom door slammed behind him.

Vicki moved toward the kitchen and made herself busy looking in the refrigerator while I moved to the edge of the open doorway. As the sailor moved closer to me, I reached out, grabbed his head, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Thanks for coming back with me. It was fun. Just what I needed.

He placed his arms around my waist and pulled me close. It was fun. Would you like to get together tomorrow night? My ship doesn’t leave for another two weeks.

That would be fun, but I won’t be here. I just graduated and I’m leaving for Seattle tomorrow morning to start a new job.

Oh-well. Too bad.

I moved him out the doorway. My loss. Well, you have fun while you’re in port. I’ve got to finish packing.

I kissed him on the cheek again, moved back from the opening, and closed the door. When I turned around, Vicki was leaning on the kitchen counter looking at me as she poured three glasses of wine.

Who was that?

Bill. No—wait. Bill was the first one. That was Bob.

You’re such a slut.

I know. But besides Economics, it’s the only thing I’m good at.

I guess you’re still telling everyone that you got a job in Seattle.

Yes.

When you get to Phoenix are you still going to slut around or are you going to try to get a boyfriend?

I don’t know. I haven’t figured that part out yet. I’ll most likely just have to depend on my vibrators for a while, but at least I’ll have a job to buy batteries with.

George walked back into the living room and took the glass of wine that Vicki held out to him. He sat down on the couch and Vicki sat next to him.

He kissed Vicki on the cheek and then looked at me. Who was that?

Before I could respond, Vicki answered. Names are unimportant. He was just the second sailor tonight.

I moved to the counter, grabbed the last glass of wine, and smiled at Vicki. Well, it’s your fault. If you would just let me borrow George once in a while, I wouldn’t have to pick up guys at the bars.

Vicki smiled back as she pulled George closer to her. Since you’re leaving tomorrow, I hope this will be the last time I have to say this. You can’t borrow my boyfriend.

Please? Just this once. I promise I won’t hurt him.

Nope. I’ve seen what you do to guys. You’d probably send him back broken.

You could watch and make sure I don’t hurt him.

George raised his hand. Don’t I get a say in this?

Vicki grabbed his hand and pulled it down into her lap. No!

I shrugged and headed toward the hallway. Well if you’re going to be like that, I’m just going to go cleanup, change, and head down to Frat Row.

George called after me. A Frat boy instead of a sailor? I never thought I’d see the day.

I turned and walked back over to the