18 And Wet Novels & Stories

He says. "I know that. Doesn't mean that I have to like it. High school fucking sucks." I say. "Well, think of it this way. Tomorrow if you're 18." He says. "Don't remind me." I say rolling my eyes and going back to my books. "What? How can you not be excited about your 18th? Every she-wolf loves her 18th. It means that she will finally be able to meet her mate." He says. "Well, in case you haven't noticed Edward, I'm not like every other fucking teenage girl around here." I snapped.

As I watched, I couldn’t help but wonder how big Sam might be. One night, after I thought he’d gone to bed, I was online and came across a young man, about eighteen, on a webcam. He had a beautiful, big cock, and I sat there watching him stroke it slowly. Before I knew it, my hand slipped between my legs, and I began playing with my wet pussy.

He hooked them aside roughly, his touch unyielding. Two fingers plunged into my soaked pussy without preamble, curling deep to stroke that sensitive spot inside me. I was already ruined—swollen, dripping with the remnants of our first round—and his invasion sent sparks shooting up my spine. "God, you're drenched," he rasped, pumping his fingers in and out, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. "My cum still coating you, mixing with your juices. You love being filled like this, don't you?"

Why don’t you come here this weekend… Bring your boyfriend too. Me: Hockey Match over the weekend. :( Me: ‘I am wise enough to use protection! I am not 14 for God’s sake!’ Ira: ‘Even adults don’t have self-control. Who the F are you? Below 18 means a child.’ Me ‘: ‘You barely turned 18 a month ago. Stop shoving it in my face!!!!’ Ira: ‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ I roll my eyes while reading her messages. But I am confused. Do I need to buy condoms or is it Jacob’s thing to take care of?

River's pov My name is River Blair, am 17. Can't wait to be 18. Fuckin can't wait. Because 18 is the ripe age when a werewolf recognises their mate. Thing is am not even certain whether I will have a mate.. for starters, I can't shift. A werewolf is able to shift for the first time at 10years. Here I am, a 17yr old boy and nothing! Absolutely nothing. No wonder people look at me like am some freak of nature. But hey! That doesn't stop me from being the fabulous me. See I've got the best support group, a loving family. Awesome parents and a kick ass sister who would kill for me. And I mean that in every sense of the word.

the blonde hair said. "I am not scaring her. But she should know when she is living in this pack. Worse could happen after an omega turns eighteen. Bang! Eighteen is when you get your scent and when you can mate. Eighteen was also when most of us got raped. Correct?" the tallest one bluntly spoke as she wiped the plates next to me.

She lifted her chin and motioned for me to join her. I stripped off my T-shirt, tossed it aside, and dove straight in, swimming over until I was right in front of her. “Damn, you look sexy dripping wet,” I growled, pulling her close again. “I like you even more when you are wet, baby.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Well, maybe later you can make me dripping wet in another way.” “Maybe?” I let out a dark laugh. “There is no maybe about it, sweetheart. I will have you soaked later, that is a promise.” I sealed the words with a rough kiss, one that left her clinging to me like she had no strength left.

I was seventeen years old, a senior in high school. I liked to party, get drunk and get high. The typical teenage stuff. This day was going to end up to be different than the normal high school party day. It was senior skip day and we all had planned a huge keg party with the usual people coming. There was always older people there to buy the booze, so nobody thought anything of it when older guys we all know would show up.

He touched my wet pussy lips lightly, spreading my juices. “So fucking wet,” he growled. “You love being spanked by your Uncle, don’t you?” “Yes…” I whimpered. “Please touch me more.” He slid one thick finger along my slit but didn’t push inside. He was teasing me on purpose. “Not tonight,” he said, pulling his hand away. “Bad girls don’t get to cum on the first night. You’ll sleep like this — wet, horny, and aching. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you more.”

Cleo’s POV I feel wet between my thighs… something warm and sloppy smoothly drips over my soft skin and I bite down the urge to shove my hands beneath the table and feel my folds! Fuck! Oh, fuck! “Truth or dare?!” Naya and Bella, my high school besties, scream, not aware of the heat about to split my thighs in half, or they are just too high to care. My fingers grab tightly around the shot of vodka and I gulp like an idiot. Never have I ever had alcohol, as a caged princess, my movements are monitored, but today being my eighteenth birthday, I broke the rule. Technically, they convinced me.