Coming of Age: Tales of Innocence and Experience

By E. F. Foster

College-aged teens explore their sexuality in this steamy short story collection.

Anything goes as these students get intimate and detailed life lessons in sexuality and what it means to come of age.

Light bondage, public encounters, age gaps, exploration of sexual identity, and new partner(s), are all explicitly explored in this intimate collection.

The first instalment in the Coming of Age series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. F. Foster
• Release date: Sep 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005295271

E. F. Foster

Everyone remembers their first.Whether that's their first time or their first time with a new partner (or partners) or trying something outside of their comfort zone, there is an excitement and anticipation that can be hard to recreate.The erotic works of E. F. Foster look to capture that feeling as people explore their sexuality and their sexual preferences in new and exciting ways, binding it to the page for others to experience again and again.

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Coming of Age: Tales of Innocence and Experience

Copyright © 2022 E. F. Foster

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ISBN: 9781005295271 (ebook)

Contents

Restrained Passion

Festival Friends

What College Is For

Film Studies

A Lift Home

Restrained Passion

What the fuck was she thinking?

A couple of hours ago she had been texting with some guy on Tinder and now she was here, naked, tied to his bed.

The sexting had been fun and she enjoyed being dominated, but now that she was here, vulnerable, she began to wonder if she was out of her mind.

She hadn’t exactly sneaked out of the house, but she hadn’t told anyone where she was going, not her friends and certainly not her parents. Of course, she was eighteen and they knew she had had boyfriends, but she was never going to tell them she was meeting strangers online for casual sex. And she definitely wasn’t going to tell them this usually involved her being bound and gagged in some way.

Still, that was part of the thrill. The secrecy, the submitting to the will of another, putting herself in a position where he could do whatever he wanted to her. Not that she didn’t trust him. If she hadn’t, she would never have come. But now, here, her wrists and ankles tied to the corners of his bed, her pale skin exposed to the slight draught, she questioned her decision-making process.

Perhaps I’ll ask him to let me go and I can just go home, she thought. Maybe I need to rethink my dating plan.

Just then, the door opened and in he walked. All thoughts of leaving immediately vanished from her mind.

According to his profile, he was twenty-three years old and, according to her pussy, he was fit as fuck. He was tall and slim with short blonde hair. His lack of fat showed off his tight, but not overly large, muscles. She felt herself melt inside as he offered her a slight smile, his piercing blue eyes sparkling.

How she had ever matched with him she didn’t know.

True, most guys swipe right for anything, but this guy could have been fucking some beautiful model, and yet here she was. She thought of her naked body and winced. She was short and whilst she wasn’t fat by any standards, she wasn’t supermodel thin either. Not that she would want to be. She had always prided herself on her big tits and grabbable ass, perfect for spanking.

She thought of her features in the mirror, soft and round, her eyes brown, her short red hair and pale, freckled skin. She knew some guys were into redheads and most guys were into big tits, so she knew she was fuckable, she just didn’t realise she was this fuckable.

Or maybe she wasn’t, maybe this guy was just playing with her.

Glad to see you decided to stay, he said, mischievously.

I did pop out to the shops, she said, I just got back.

His slight smile broadened into a near whole smile and he approached the bed. Whilst she was fully naked, he was wearing a tight-fitting pair of black boxers. She saw the outline of his dick and wondered if he was soft or already had a semi.

There was a rather considerable bulge, and whilst she had nothing against big dicks, she much rather preferred something on the average size, as long as they knew what to do with it. She had been with a couple of guys with big dicks and their whole fucking technique seemed to be I have a big dick, which did nothing for her, except prevent her from walking properly for two days. For not only did big dicked guys not know what they were doing most of the time, her pussy was particularly tight, so wasn’t naturally accommodating to their oversized phalluses.

Are you ok? He asked, standing at the foot of the bed, looking up over her prone body. She looked down and saw he was making direct eye contact, as if he hadn’t noticed she was naked, as if her pussy, hair trimmed and waxed especially for this meeting, wasn’t fully exposed for him to use as he pleased.

She was comforted by his calm demeanour, his interest in her as a person, rather than a quick hole to fuck. This is why she liked dating older guys, they had a maturity, a level of self-restraint that boys her own age didn’t.

His profile had said he was twenty-three, which is usually younger than she preferred, but there was something about this guy that really drew her to him. But now she was here, she wondered whether he might be a little older. Not that he looked it, but he had the manners and confidence of someone older. She wondered whether he might be twenty-five or six and had lied on her profile. Not that she could complain too much about that, as she had put she was twenty-one. Whilst there wasn’t that much difference as far as she was concerned, she found there were a lot of weirdos, often much older, who messaged her when she had her age set as eighteen, many obsessed with being her first or taking her virginity, as if that ship hadn’t sailed a long time ago.

Before we begin, some ground rules, he said, as if he were a teacher, her teacher. That was it! That’s why she trusted him. He reminded her of a substitute teacher she had in her last days of high school, just before she graduated. He was young (for a teacher) and smart, and, in his nicely pressed shirt, looked utterly fuckable.

She had even made a move to seduce him, but even though she had already turned eighteen, he turned her down, saying it wasn’t appropriate for him to get involved with students, even if he was just there temporarily.

That made her want to fuck him even more.

He had become her go-to masturbation fodder for several weeks. She thought of seducing him in his office, dropping to her knees and sucking his dick under the desk as other teachers came into bitch about how awful their students were. And he would have to sit there, pretending nothing was happening, even as she sucked the cum right out of him.

And now here she was, with a real-life replica. Sure, he wasn’t the same guy, but close enough that she felt herself getting wet at the thought of it.

Rule one: Consent is everything. If you don’t like something, just let me know.

"Rule two: safewords. The safeword is avocado. She giggled at this, as it struck her as particularly absurd. Now, he continued, I’ve done some pretty experimental stuff in the past, but nothing involving avocados, at least, not yet."

"But what if we want