Ages 18 to 28. It seems no where is separation between the haves and the have-nots any greater. I know a lot of young people who are either in a relationship or who have had practically no significant relationship. I believe that by the late 20′s this separation goes away and while some still have more success with the opposite sex, the difference is much smaller. But for many in their late teens and early twenties it seems a chasm exists.
I think for boys it is a issue of women wanting older (more experienced and more mature) men. Pity the young man who struggles with a frail frame, acne or simply the lack of confidence associated with virginity. Men at this age are also often lost in terms of a career, a good paying job, and a sense of direction.
For women I think the issue is more often associated with self esteem, the perfect body, and associated feelings of inadequacy. But again there seems to be a large number of women with virtually no social relationships. Pity the young woman who is slightly overweight or underweight or who doesn’t drink alcohol.
I see so many young people yearning for meaningful relationships, it makes me wonder if our society just does a poor job of providing ways to meet. Or is it about the expectations we set? What do you think?

She loved her daddy.  Even though he was her step father.  He married her mom when she was little and he was every bit her ‘real’ father.  She was so proud of him.  He was always there for her and he adored her.  He was coming to her dorm, stay over one night, and from there the two of them were continuing west to California.  He was going to show her LA and drive up the coast to San Francisco, and visit with her uncle.

He arrived on Friday about 4:00 having taken the day off from work.  He had just driven 400 miles and he was concerned that his neck hurt a little bit.  There was a lot of driving yet to do.  Although he remembered that Ally had been driving now for many years and could.  They were only a few hundred miles from LA and they had a whole week to stroll up the coast and would still be able to spend time with Rick.

Ally missed her dad.  Her heart just welled up when she saw him.  He was coming across the campus from the parking lot and Ally spotted him at a distance.  She started to jog toward him but evidently he hadn’t seen her yet.  As he walked across, she thought he cut a dashing figure.  He had a positive – I’m going somewhere – step in his walk, a slim figure for his age, and carried a certain air of enjoyment wherever he was.  He always dressed well for his shape and his well tailored sport coat obstructed any love handles he may have developed.  A dash of gray at his temples gave him a rugged masculine look. 

They greeted and hugged and kissed.  Big daddy hugs.  She always felt like a girl in his arms, not fully the woman she had become.  She wished he was with her all the time so he could see how she has grown.  They relaxed in her room, went to dinner, stopped in the bookstore and visited a couple of the nicer casual places on campus.  They talked.  They never ran out of things to tell each other or topics and attitudes to explore and exchange.  They wound up back in Ally’s room about 7:30, just when everyone was getting ready to leave or party.  Since this was the start of vacation week, the books were forgotten and by tomorrow night the place would be a ghost town.  But many preferred to stay on campus Friday night to party and leave for home with the casualness of Saturday.  The freshmen would, of course, all leave, which was OK by her.  Since she was a junior this year, she found the freshmen bothersome. 

Maria, Ally’s roommate had met her father before and found he was easy to talk to.  She said “hi” to them before when he dropped off his bag.  She was getting ready to go home.  She only lived a short distance and she wasn’t planning on leaving until 9:00.  Ally’s father thanked her in advance for the use of her bed.  “Now don’t be making me clean the sheets,” Maria said.  “I know how you young studs can be getting your cream all over things.  Don’t be seducing none of my sisters, now!  “She went on to say how she hadn’t had a stud in her bed for over 6 months.  Maybe the bed would have special soaking power.

It was a girls only dorm but the girls were pretty used to having boyfriends stay over.  They acted very nonchalant about it.  There was a public bathroom in the center of the floor, so the boys used it too when they were staying with someone.  The bathroom was set up with a large row of independent stalls and a wall facing with individual sinks.  A break in the wall of sinks led to the showers which also were set up with private individual stalls.  Each shower stall had a small antechamber used for changing and towels.  Most of the girls just wore their robes into the shower.  The school modestly had extra to spare.

Maria wanted to take a shower before she left because she would be seeing her boyfriend when she arrived home.  She stripped down in the middle of the room, right in front of Ally’s father!  He couldn’t help but watch her even though he felt Ally’s eyes on him.  But he continued a casual conversation with Maria which helped to disguise the intensity of his biological reaction to this voluptuous young woman stripping off her clothes in front of him.  The room wasn’t big enough to not look!  Maria got undressed down to her white panties and bra.  The panties were cut quite low in a bikini style and they looked a bit small for her as the cotton fabric was fully stretched.

Daddy seemed all right to Ally.  She thought this kind of experience might be embarrassing for him but he seemed as oblivious as could be.  Maria began gathering up her bathroom stuff – her makeup, her dryer, her toothpaste bag – and put them in a neat pile on the table.  She then went and got her robe.  It was a school issued robe and was made of thin linen material, cut to about mid thigh.  She turned her back to Ally’s father, facing Ally and removed her bra without turning around, her entire naked back exposed to his view.  She then put on the robe and slid her panties off.  It was certainly modest enough.  Then he spotted the mirror on the desk next to Ally.  Too late for any glimpse this time.  “Can I help in any way, Maria,” he joked.  “Sure,” she said and she tossed him her used panties.  “Wash these for me while I shower, will you, Sport!”  She was joking of course, he thought, while his hands gently held her used panties, fingertips at attention.  He almost closed his eyes.

He, too, had to use the toilette and he excused himself shortly after Maria left.  Maybe he would get a chance to see her in the bathroom.  He wanted to see more of her tits.  No sign of Maria when he got to the bathroom, but there were plenty of other girls walking around.  He concentrated on not staring and found a stall.  Before he sat down he heard someone enter the stall next to his.  He sat there for a few minutes unable to go even though his bladder was full.  Partly, it was his hardon.  It was hard to get it relaxed as he stared out between the edges of the stall door watching the parade of young, healthy, well shaped bodies roll by.  Even though they were dressed in robes some of them wore them open not knowing there was a man in a stall.  From this angle he could see a few patches of hair as they walked by.

He suddenly realized the girl in the next stall was beginning to moan.  He hadn’t heard any trickle coming from her stall either but he was more concentrated on his own until now.  Now he completely forgot about taking his own piss and just listened to the growing moans of the girl next door who was obviously in the throes of sexual desire.  He began to think that she deliberately followed him into the next stall.  This must be her little sexual trick to get herself off.  She knew he was in here.  It didn’t take but a second for her to follow him in.  She saw him although he didn’t see her and that excited him.  That he was the focus of a young girl’s masturbation fantasy.  Actually he should realize that they are young women now, most in their twenties, like his daughter.

She was moaning loud enough so he could clearly hear but soft enough that the girls at the sinks couldn’t hear.  But she knew he could hear!  The moans grew rapidly in pace and loudness.  He was amazed at how quickly she came to an orgasm.  It was a twisted whimpering orgasm, clearly holding back the loud grunts she wanted to release.  He felt it was late and he had to get back before Ally would wonder what he was doing, even though he hadn’t been able to take his piss.  Also he wanted to get a look at the girl next to him and if he gauged her right she would be out of the stall in a hurry.

He cleaned up quickly and was able to get out of the stall right after her.  He could see her cringe just a bit when his door opened right behind hers.  She was a petite young lady, wearing her own robe, but it was tied at the hips showing off a nice waist and a small but pleasing behind.  He looked up and realizing he was being watched by her in the mirror over the sink.  They made eye contact and looking into the smile on his face – a real shit eating, full of wonderment smile – she couldn’t help but smile back at him.  She had a pixie face and wore no makeup.  She might be a bit homely by the standards of college studs but he found her beautifully honest about her sexuality.  Even if she was desperate or had done this many times before, the idea of his mature physique getting a young girl off was particularly good for his male ego.  She had a great body but just hadn’t recognized its appeal yet.

While washing his hands, he continued to look at her, more leeringly as he went, letting her know he wanted her with little anticipation that anything could happen.  With a little makeup and confidence, she could be a heart breaker.  She saw him looking her over from bottom to her top, when his eyes caught hers, desire raced between them. 

But he had to get back and soon he was back in Ally’s room.  They talked some more and soon Maria returned from the shower.  Her hair was still up in a towel and her face showed the briefest sign of added makeup.  He wondered why she took the hairdryer if she didn’t dry her hair.  Maybe she wanted to get back sooner to the flirtation they had begun, he fantasized.  His bladder was still full but his cock was even fuller and his hardon was taking over all feelings of his body.

Maria was dressed in the robe and not much else he assumed.  She spent a few minutes dashing here and there in the room before she stood in front of the mirror at her corner desk.  Leaning forward, she took a brush to her long hair and brushed it to one side.  When she leaned forward, the loosely tied robe opened a V down her front exposing much of her brown skinned breast.  Then she reached for the dryer and began to apply it to one side of her hair.  She stood up straight but tilted her head to one side with a posture that leaned to one side.  The result of this was an opening from the bottom that ran along the middle of the bulge of her right leg.  The opening, of course, got smaller as it raised higher in an inverted V, but he could swear that he can see a spot at the very top that is on her leg but in a higher position than her pussy.  The visible strip of skin tells him she has yet to put her underwear on.

When she finishes with one side, she repeats the routine on the other, except that this time, the slit winds up on the other leg and a lot closer to the middle.  Keeping up his end of the conversation is difficult and he is deflecting the conversation to her by asking her about her family.  A simple question about someone in her family seemed to get Maria talking at a rapid rate.  She came from a large mixed race family and had a beautiful light brown skin color.  Black bushy hair could definitely be seen peeking out near the top of the slit.  It wasn’t all the way to the top but appeared a few inches down.  If the slit moved over just a bit, he might be able to see the whole bush.  As if on his command, Maria shifted her weight and there it was in its black beauty.  He could clearly see the triangle and where her legs met.  He looked up and Maria was talking and looking at him but kind of generally at him, apparently unaware of the show she was giving him.  Ally was busy writing something in her journal.

He had a raging hardon and Ally had noticed it creating an unmistakable bulge in his pants.  Her dad was still carrying on a conversation with Maria, but the sight of Maria in her bathrobe was obviously too much for the old man.  She wondered if he had gotten much, or any at all, since divorcing her mother five years ago.  She reached for her journal and jotted down a few notes about her dad, deliberately giving him more freedom to ogle Maria.  Maria was cool and they seemed to be hitting it off well.

Maria finished her hair and went through the reverse procedure from getting undressed.  With her back to him, she first put on her panties, then off came the robe.  Except this time, the white bikini panties were replaced by the barest thong.  It was just a string running along her crack from this angle, leaving nothing of her perfect ass hidden.  He barely watched her put on her bra but just stared at her behind.  Ally saw his stare and found it cute.  She almost laughed.  My dad is horny, she wrote in her journal.  Mercifully, Maria walked around in her underwear for only a short time before she got fully dressed.

Ally suggested that they take in the movie, downstairs in the dorm’s large TV room.  They were showing “It’s All About Mary!”  Soon they had said there good byes to Maria and while they were early to arrive, the best seats on the couch right in front were taken.  Ally suggested that Dad take the large armchair that sat off to the side and a little behind the second row.  She said there was seldom visual interference there and the seat was the most comfortable.  Ally sat a bit in front of her dad. 

The girl from the toilette came in and sat on the other side of the room.  She was wearing a T-shirt and white panties with some design on them, flower buds, perhaps, he thought.  About 10 girls in all came to watch the movie.  The rest were on their way home or out partying by now.  At least half of the girls were wearing some sort of college age sleepwear: the rest very casual clothes.  Ally’s dad was seeing flashes of panties and braless nipples everywhere he looked.  Throughout the movie, the girl in the T-shirt was flirting with him.  Flashing her panties at him from all kinds of angles.  With her legs lifted up on the arm of a nearby chair, her T-shirt wouldn’t cover her legs.  She would sit squat legged on the chair facing her pussy right across the room at him.  Then shift to sit sideways on the chair and let the cotton of her panties stretch across her exposed bottom.  She even cuddled her breasts a bit or a casual scratch.  And towards the end of the movie, she had her hands between her legs.  She made eye contact with him throughout the physical flirting she was doing.  And then there was the occasional brief focus on one of the girls walking to the nearby kitchen.

Ally had no idea what was going on behind her back or so he thought, even though he missed laughing on a few of the physical gags in the movie.  He was thinking that he had had enough sexual stimulation for one day and as they left after the movie, he was looking forward to going to Ally’s room for the night. 

The hallways were seeing a few of the girls returning for the night.  She suggested a cup of tea before bed and he agreed.  Then his daughter closed the door to the room and began to take her clothes off.  She did so quietly and gracefully.  He couldn’t help but notice how his little girl had all grown up and developed a more beautiful body than her mother ever had.  He found his hardon confusing but when she removed her bra without turning around as Maria had done, he was immediately and undeniably turned on.  She had full but perky breasts.  So firm they almost seemed to be still in a growth stage.  Her teats were quite prominent and seemed to be just the right size to complement the breast.  How many men have suckled those nipples, he thought?  She did turn to the side, almost around, when she removed her panties and he got a good view of her ass.  It was so white and pristine, plump and resilient.  He wanted to kiss her cheeks and not the ones near her nose.

She got dressed into her flannel PJ’s rather quickly and left to make some tea in the kitchen.  While she was gone, he took the opportunity to change into his PJ’s without embarrassment.  They were made of a dark steel blue silk and he liked the feel of silk on his body.  Their deep color, open cut in front, and rugged rope-like sash gave them a masculine persona.  He now noticed that his hardon was also very easy to spot under the silk.

The hallways were getting busier and it sounded like a number of girls had settled outside of Ally’s door to talk in alcohol amplified voices.  He and Ally were sitting on each of the two beds (he on Maria’s) facing each other talking when suddenly the door burst open.  Ally – are you there, a voice broke in.  It was Megan.  She was obviously tipsy and effervescent in her speech.  After asking permission to interrupt them, she went on to talk about her night, running into her true love at the bar.  She was still dressed, wearing blue jeans and a Tshirt.  She didn’t appear to be wearing a bra since her hardened nipples could be seen poking into the tight cotton.  She had ample breasts and seemed to be unaware of her nipples.  She sat down on the same bed as Ally’s dad while she talked non stop.

Soon the room was filled with girls as though the open door was an invitation.  Heather, Rebecca, Suzanne but he couldn’t keep their names straight as some left, others came and came back again.  But he wasn’t confused at the eye candy he was viewing.  A few of the girls were dressed in their nightwear.  One, Candice to him but Candy to her friends, was dressed in a baby doll nightgown and she sat opposite him in one of the desk chairs.  He got a great side view of her legs which she crossed and uncrossed casually.  As the room filled up, Suzanne sat next to him on the other side from Megan, squeezing him between them.  There was all sorts of contact as he and the girls occasionally repositioned themselves.

Suzanne had on sleepwear – a loose top with large open holes for her arms and blowzy nylon pants.  When she leaned forward to talk, he could see all of her smallish right breast.  Right to the nipple at times.  He had to reposition himself to make his hard on less noticeable but as he was doing so, Candy gave him one of those low glances and smiles that told him she noticed.  She seemed to enjoy it.  He was sitting cross legged and moved again so his legs were side by side and could be opened.  When he moved his right leg to the side, the outline of his cock could be seen riding down his right leg.  The fabric of his pajamas snuggly showed the outline to Candy, who secretly gave him an appreciative smile.

He had no time to look at Ally but she couldn’t help notice him and she noticed his hard on and she noticed Candy’s smile.  She could see her dad was overcome by the room full of estrogen and she was having a wet reaction to it.  Her reaction didn’t disturb her though and she found herself giving in to the feeling of this excited man and gave into peeking at his cock when he flashed Candy.

It continued like that until 3:00 AM when Ally finally started throwing people out.  Suzanne had cuddled up with her head in her dad’s crotch.  When she first put her head down she lay right on top of his cock and she could feel it stir under her.  She could feel its rock hardness and it seemed to her enormous.  But she pretended that she was unaware of it and she pretended to go to sleep.  Occasionally she shifted her weight and rubbed her head slightly into his lap.  Ally shook her wondering if the gentle shaking of her head inside her dad’s legs was having any effect on him.  In general, her dorm mates were deliberately teasing him all night, a game they seemed to constantly engage in with any male who visited the dorm, and her dad seemed to be flattered by it, enjoying himself thoroughly.

Suzanne stirred at the shaking and got up groggily.  She repeated Ally’s statement that it was time to go.  She turned to Ally’s dad and gave him a slow wet kiss on his lips, her hand resting gently on his chest.  It was a sleepy sexy kiss.  It was her way of saying thanks for letting her press her face against his hard cock.  As she left, Ally couldn’t help to notice her dad’s cock.  It was embarrassingly creating a tent in the lap of his pajamas.  Soon the room was empty and dad quickly got under the covers of his bed.  Lying on his side, he said good night as Ally turned off the lights and got into bed herself.  She settled in to sleep and couldn’t help thinking about how big her dad’s cock looked making that huge tent.  She wondered exactly how thick it was as she imagined it as it must look naked.

She lay awake but still for 15 or 20 minutes, unable to drop off to sleep.  Her dad was restless and kept shifting in his bed.  As her eyes adjusted to the light, the moonlight from the curtain gave enough light so that she could see a bit of her dad’s outline.  He was laying on his back and it looked like he might be stroking his cock.  She could definitely see a hooded hill in the blankets in the middle of his form.  She was lying on her side and opened her legs by bending one knee.  She worked her hand silently between her legs.  As she watched her dad’s shadowy movements, she found her pussy wet and waiting to be touched.

Warning: My stories contain explicit descriptions of sexual activity.

He couldn’t get it out of his mind.  The suggestion and her sister.  He was sitting on his couch and his sister-in-law, Debi, was sitting on the floor while he was massaging her head.  His wife sat across the room in her favorite chair.  Her sister was staying with them for the weekend and she had just driven 200 miles to get there, complaining of a headache.  They had dinner and were on their second bottle of wine, when he offered to rub her head.  The three of them chatted idly while he pressed his palms into Debi’s forehead and rubbed her temples.  He continued rubbing all of her face and the back of her neck.  Debi was having trouble keeping up her end of the conversation and a lull fell across the room.  She was murmuring softly to indicate her enjoyment of his rubbing when her sister broke the silence.

“He has great hands, don’t you think?”  “Mmmmmm,” she responded.  “Can you imagine how good it feels when he applies them all over your body?”  Silence.  “Take it from me, it’s great.  Or maybe you shouldn’t just take my word for it.  Maybe I should let him give you a full body massage.  I don’t think he would object.  Would you, Ken?”  “No objection here,” he responded quickly, a bit shocked at his wife’s suggestion.  He continued rubbing trying to put all the sensuality he could muster while attending her neck and shoulders.  “Well, would you like to have him give you a full body massage, Deb?”

Debi, who was only 20, nervously – almost unconvincingly – said ‘Not right now.’  While Debi was very cute she did not have a lot of experience with men.  She had dated but her natural shyness and proper upbringing resulted in a few relationships with men that had actually developed into sexual ones.  She wasn’t a virgin but was still a bit naïve.  The comments by her sister broke the mood and she thanked him for the head rub, got up and excused herself to the bathroom.

“Would you really have let me give her a full body massage?” he said.  “Yes, I would have, if she wanted it.”  Debi returned and sat on the opposite end of the couch from him.  “Have you ever had a foot massage,” he asked.  “It’s not a full body massage but would you like to try that?”  “OK, I’ll try that,” Debi responded.  She spread out her legs toward him on the couch.  Her feet were already bare, so he got to work with his magic hands on her feet.  Debi who had never really had a foot massage was amazed at how relaxing it was and how good it felt.  He massaged one foot using both hands to squeeze a single foot and running his thumbs down the middle of her bottom.  When he switched feet he rested her first foot in his crotch.  He had a hardon (he had it since his wife had made that suggestion) and her foot rested just at the bottom of it.  As he massaged the other foot, Debi would casually stretch the other one or move it slightly almost imperceptibly.  But it was hardly imperceptible to him and it caused him considerable extra excitement, which he used as incentive to continue rubbing her feet.  As he switched back and forth between feet Debi would take the opportunity to rub her feet up and down his crotch.  Debi’s sister sat in her chair and watched with a relaxed smile on her face.  Actually it was quite a devilish smile, thought Ken.

Before long it was time for bed.  He was the first into bed and is wife followed shortly.  Debi was in the bathroom.  He was lying in bed on his back, the existence of his hardon clearly visible under the covers.  His wife left the door open as she changed into her nightshirt.  “I see you liked rubbing. Debi.”  “Yes,” he said, “your suggestion drove me crazy.  Did you really mean it?”  “Sure, why not.  Debi deserves some fun.  I think I would enjoy watching that.  In fact, maybe we should invite her into our bed tonight, now that she has had some time to think about it.  What would you think of that?”  “I would have absolutely no problem with that, but wouldn’t you get jealous?”  “Not with my sister!” she said, “Not if she wanted it.”  “How far would you let me go?” he asked.  “As far as she would let you go.  Remember, she is just a few years into her womanhood and she might not be ready.”

She crawled in under the covers, just as Debi came out of the bathroom.  “Hey, Deb, come here a second.”  She appeared in the door.  “There are more towels in the linen closet and an extra blanket in your bedroom closet if you need them.” his wife said.  “OK,” Deb responded.  Then his wife reached over the covers and cupped his bulging crotch with her hand.  “Look at this Deb.  I think he liked the massage more than you did!” and she laughed.  “Here, take a better look.”  And she threw the covers back exposing his boxer shorts, grabbing his cock and pulling it out in plain view.  It stood at complete attention in her hand which was wrapped around the middle, fully exposing it bulbous circumcised head.  He was flustered for a second but recovered and decided he enjoyed watching Debi look at his excitement.

“Would you like to help me put an end to his swelling?”  He was shocked and unfortunately so was Debi, whose face turned a bright red.  “No, no, I think that’s your job, sis,” she said and turned away toward her bedroom.  As she was walking away, his wife yelled, “If you change your mind, just come on in.”  His wife laughed, enjoying her joke on everyone.  Debi had left all flustered and confused and he had been embarrassed by having his privates exposed.  Something about the situation tickled his wife and she continued laughing as she began to stroke his cock.

The light was still on and the door open, but she resisted his suggestion that they close either.  “Maybe, she will change her mind,” she whispered in his ear.  “Or maybe she will just want to peek.  I’ll bet she masturbates tonight.  Can you imagine her masturbating in the other room Ken?”  Ken was so excited.  His wife was driving him crazy with these thoughts of his sister-in-law.  He rolled over, slid his body against hers, lifting her nightshirt to feel her nakedness and rubbing his hips against hers.  It wasn’t long before his uncontrollable hips, rubbing against her, brought him to a hard spurting orgasm.  It would only be the first of three before they went to sleep. 

The last orgasm came in the dark while his wife slept and he listened carefully to the low moans coming down the hall from Debi’s room.  He thought he was spent until he heard her moan in the quiet night.  Thinking of Debi masturbating and wondering what she was thinking about.  How good a massage would feel.  How she might help her sister comfort him in his time of need.  Sneaking down the hall and watching.  Did she watch he wondered?  With the light on and the door open it was be easy for her to watch undetected.  Is that why she is masturbating now, an hour and a half after bedtime?  Was she deliberately moaning loud enough for him to hear?  Did she want him to go to her?  He began thinking about licking her tight pussy and playing with her clit.  Thinking about her rubbing her clit right now as stroked his own cock and he came for a third time, perhaps just when she did because she seemed quiet then.

He slept solidly and got up late – after the two women were up and dressed.  He had hoped to be awake when they went prancing around in the morning.  Oh well, Deb was staying for another night and he would probably have a hardon all day thinking about what might happen.

To be continued…