Podcasts about Senior Year

Thinking about visiting colleges this summer? In this podcast episode, we're breaking down the importance of campus visits, what to look for on the tour, and more!Follow us on Instagram!Learn more about Scoir

Today we are live and in person in my office with Lee Cordon and Barrett Ball! My real-life friends have created a comprehensive guide for senior year and beyond. We cover the logistical, emotional, and spiritual challenges that every family walks through—from managing the college application process to preparing for big transitions at home. This conversation is packed with practical tips, encouragement, and insights every high school parent needs to hear. Here are some of the many topics covered in today's episode: Building a realistic college list and setting financial expectations early Finding safe support systems that don't fuel anxiety for students or parents  Summer prep checklist: housing deposits, senior photos, Greek life, dorm lists What to get started on in Junior year to make Senior year more enjoyable and less stressful Practical gift ideas and etiquette around graduation announcements  How to wait well with our kids and stay calm and collected to set the tone for your home Connect with Lee Cordon and Barrett Ball:  Website:  Do Say Give Facebook: Do Say Give Instagram:  DoSayGive (@dosaygive) Links Mentioned:   A Mom's Companion Guide to Senior Year Membership | DoSayGive Code for 20% off - HEATHER Apply to college with Common App  Electric Kettle 10 Conversations Families Should Have Before Senior Year Under $30 High School Graduation Gifts Under $40 High School Graduation Gifts High School Graduation Etiquette 101 Related Episodes: Demystifying Financial Aid :: Kristi Steele [Ep 440] Long Game Parenting :: Melanie Shankle and Sophie Hudson [Ep 337] How to Stay Calm with School Stress :: Kirk Martin {Ep 88} Featured Sponsors:  Honeylove–Treat yourself to the most comfortable and innovative bras on earth and save 20% Off sitewide at honeylove.com/DMA Storyworth–Give the “dads” in your life a unique, heartfelt gift you'll all cherish for years–storyworth! Right now, save $10 during their Father's Day sale when you go to Storyworth.com/dma.  Active Skin Repair–Visit ActiveSkinRepair.com to learn more about Active Skin Repair and to get 20% off your order, use code:DMA.  Find links to this week's sponsors and unique promo codes at dontmomalone.com/sponsors. 

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Episode 457 of The Athletic Scholarship Podcast is the last of a 4 part series highlighting how Grok3 AI answers what to do each year of high school to get recruited to play a sport in college.  This episode covers the high schoolers senior year of high school.   Click Here to join the Recruit-Me Monthly Newsletter.  Get monthly tidbits of recruiting advice and education.   Recruit-Me.com Recruit-Me 3.0 Athletic Scholarship System FREE Recruiting Power Pack QRRecruiter.com  promo code RecruitMe5 CollegeCoachesOnline.com  promo code RM123 Listen to Past Episodes of The Athletic Scholarship Podcast Baseball Bluebook Virtual Dugout App  

EPISODE 168 – HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3: SENIOR YEAR “Why do you keep pitching T-shirts we can't possibly sell?!” It's the most wonderful time of the year: Musical May! This week, Brandon goes limp; Brian has nothing but problems in Stardew Valley; Chris demands one normal kid; and Ashley says the most insane thing we've ever heard. BTW: Death to Rocket Man! Starring: Zac Efron, Vanessa Hudgens, Corbin Bleu, Ashley Tisdale, Lucas Gabreel, Monique Coleman, Matt Prokop, Jemma McKenzie-Brown, and Alyson Reed Directed by Kenny Ortega FOLLOW US:Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/trashwatch)Instagram (@trashwatchpodcast)TikTok (@trashwatchpodcast)YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5YpPcNIBmqNvvLvxa3WTLA)Email (trashwatchpodcast@gmail.com)Listen to Brian's music at (https://www.brianhorne.com)Support the show

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In this episode, Peter Van Buskirk, Strategic Advisor for Scoir and former Dean of Admission, shares pro tips for selecting your high school courses. We dive into what colleges are looking for and how to plan your classes strategically throughout your years in high school.Follow us on Instagram!Learn more about Scoir

We bite into Disney's live-action Snow White and also talk Disturbing Behavior, Black Bag, Den of Thieves, Senior Year and Shallow Grave (1994). Follow the show on Twitter: @thecinemaspeak Follow the show on Instagram: cinemaspeakpodcast Subscribe on Youtube: Cinema Speak Intro: 0:00 - 7:32 Review - Snow White: 7:32 - 43:47 Movie Roulette - Disturbing Behavior: 43:47 - 59:37 Micro-Reviews - Black Bag, Senior Year, Den of Thieves, Catfish, Shallow Grave (1994): 59:37 - 1:15:19 This week in new releases/Outro: 1:15:19 - 1:20:18

This week on the Dirt and Vert Podcast, we're sharing a story of extraordinary talent, unwavering spirit, and a legacy that continues to inspire. We're honored to welcome Chris and Melissa Wiseman, parents of the remarkable Darrah Wiseman, a young athlete from Tennessee whose life left an indelible mark.Chris and Melissa recount Darrah's journey, from her early years in sports to her exceptional achievements in track and field, including her 6 state championships. We explore the dedication, the passion, and the sheer talent that made Darrah a shining star.This episode is more than just a recounting of athletic feats. It's a tribute to a life lived with purpose and a story of how a community has rallied to honor Darrah's memory. We discuss the family's mission to build a track in her name, a lasting testament to her impact on young athletes.Join us as we celebrate Darrah's life, her achievements, and the enduring legacy she leaves behind.If you would like to leave a donation for Darrah please visit: https://www.gofundme.com/f/honoring-darrah-wiseman-building-a-legacy-trackChapters00:00 Introduction to Darrah's Journey02:51 Early Athletic Development05:32 High School Track and Cross Country08:41 State Championships and Achievements11:31 Transition to Focused Training14:22 Challenges and Growth in Competition16:59 Indoor and Outdoor Seasons19:49 Junior Year and Mental Challenges22:58 Senior Year and Future Aspirations34:36 Carrying On a Legacy37:41 The Mindset of a Champion42:04 Building a Track in Her Honor49:01 Community Support and Fundraising Efforts57:43 Upcoming Events and Future Plans

Welcoming 2025 in basically March... but HAPPY NEW YEAR anyway as I haven't recorded since last year and wanted to share how I celebrated in Pakistan and Malaysia. After a quick reflection on my trip, I share how much perspective it gave me as I came back to my college routine. The two main pressures I talked about in my last semester of college are post-college plan (JOB) and marriage which is a conversation my parents sprung on me. I discuss quite a bit on Pakistani American marriage and my opinions on finding my person, but I'm also curious to know what my fellow Desi Americans feel about this. A quick side step to how my cut is going, losing weight and going to the gym. Also, RAMADAN MUBARAK I hope this time brings lots of peace to everyone celebrating. Welcome back to TMT :) ENJOY

J-Hen revisits his traumatic senior year, moving to San Antonio, going to alternative school, plus much more!

Text Us Here!Get 45% off the Magic Mind bundle with my link:https://www.magicmind.com/FMJJANIs it our graduation year? Perhaps.  Graduating into bigger and better things if thats what you mean! Welcome back to a brand new season! Join the gang as they get ready for a year packed full of exciting new avenues, discussing what they are looking forward to, and a few hot takes that are sure to get you talking! Grab some snacks and a bev, its going to be another fun year!#magicmind #mentalwealth #mentalperformanceSupport the showThanks For Listening! Subscribe for X-tra Lives!https://www.buzzsprout.com/1473904/subscribe

Desiree at the River. By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear! It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day, the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down the back roads away from school. I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!" Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up to something good. The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction, and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks, occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times. "Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?" "My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before he retired." "Does anyone come here?" "Nope. Didn't you see all the "No Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out unless they're family." "It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily. "It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon, let's get cool first and have a snack!" Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom. "Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!" "Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr. Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the year working on our projects!" "Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!" "Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to give her a squeeze. Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on my leg. "I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the world." She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies began to respond. With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad, luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed ogling. "That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You should try it." I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock. "Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said eagerly. "You first!" I responded. She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped out of them and kicked them aside. It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well, suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily. "You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it last night thinking we might have a chance today!" "I Love it!" I said fervently. "Grab the towels," she commanded. Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them out of the bag. "Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did as she asked. "Put the other one right there," she said next, pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied, wondering what she was up to. "Now," she said with a smile, "what was that about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?" I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side. With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly, and then over the shiny patch she had shaved. "Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer look?" she asked encouragingly. I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt, stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there. I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze. "Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all around her labia. "Your gonna love it!" No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with kisses, relishing its silky feel. "Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love it!" She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking down at me through her lashes. Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going. I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue. Another happy noise came from above me. Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt, retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her, she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue. We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a little every time I licked her. "Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp the words out to answer. "Fuck, yes; give me more!" Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped in time with her thrusting. I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over again. "Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst within her. I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips. When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring directly into her eyes. "Well?" she asked. "Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with a grin. "I love how you feel against my skin when it's all shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to everything you did!" "I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so smooth and sexy." "I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones. With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin momentarily to gather her own deliciousness. "You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked playfully. "What's that?" I responded with an innocent look on my face. "Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how smooth and wet it is." I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms. "That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!" My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation. "Besides, I think I need to tease you for a while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited yet!" I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened. "Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I asked her. "Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer of padding. "Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for some payback!" I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around. "No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No one can help you. No one can hear your screams!" "Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight. "I'll try to suffer in silence!" Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand, aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on my shaft. Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then moving back down to the base again. "Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and wet I feel?" My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love it!" "I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head, a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response. "Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an approaching orgasm. "I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled away. "Hey; you already had your turn!" she said indignantly. "Now I get mine!" With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around, keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue. She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into her mouth. My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me. "Fuck, Des, that feels so good!" She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well, and she paused to look back at me. "Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock rhythmically. "I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!" I gasped. "OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she turned back and resumed her suction. Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to overflow her mouth. Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft. "That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair. "That was the most cum ever!" she said with a snort and a laugh. "Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her, "so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too." "Yeah, that was fun!" "Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with the arm around her shoulders. "Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I could feel her smile against my chest. "Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh. Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were closed against the sunlight still, but I felt the warm breeze move her hair, and heard the soft chuckling of the water all around us. Contentment spread through every part of me, and I trailed my fingers along her upper arm. "I love you, Des" I said quietly. She released my cock and turned to look at me, bracing herself on her elbow. "I love you, too" she replied. The kiss this time was soft and loving. The frantic passion of the last hour was over for now, and we settled against each other peacefully. Prom Night at the Lake At the end of May, Desiree and I went to the prom together. The school was in a small town, so it was held in the nearest "big" city at the VFW hall. A committee from school had done their best to decorate, but it was still a cold, cavernous space. The music bounced relentlessly off the high ceiling, and the food was nothing spectacular. We had some fun, though; Desiree loved to dance, and she looked amazing in a flowing, swirling satin dress. The eight of us who were friends made the best of it and we even managed to smoke a joint by sneaking out through the kitchen entrance. As soon as we were allowed to go, though, we got out of there and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. We had some nachos, then finalized our plan. Jack's family had a lake house nearby, and we planned to finish the night there. His parents knew that we were going there and why, but they figured that we were all over 18 and it was better we were drinking somewhere safe rather than driving around. With that plan in place, we pooled our money. Desiree and I agreed to get the drinks on our way to the lake and drove off with $80. At the far end of town was a little development well-known for being "helpful" to those of us who were underage. We drove through slowly, and sure enough, a man came to the curb and asked what we were after. We told him, he haggled over the price, and then he went back to his car. Minutes later, we were driving away (carefully doing the speed limit) with two cases of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a case of hard seltzer. At the house, we changed out of our prom clothes and into more casual attire. Then we all congregated in the kitchen. After a few shots and a beer, though, the couples drifted off. There were several bedrooms, a deck with privacy fencing overlooking the lake, and a hot tub on a patio below the deck; endless possibilities! Desiree, of course, wanted to be outside, and I was right there with her. We shed our clothes and grabbed enormous beach towels as we ran for the hot tub. With just the underwater lights on, we let the jets tumble us around. Our feet tangled together, and Des rubbed her foot up and down my leg. When she scooted over to my side, she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing softly all over my face and neck. I contented myself with stroking every inch of her body and occasionally capturing a nipple with my teeth. We were both getting really horny, and Des finally turned to face me, straddling my thighs. "I want to fuck," she said in her usual blunt way, "but this water isn't good for that." My hard cock was nestled along her cunt, bathed in the heat of her core. She had kept herself shaved smooth all month. It felt great, but I knew what she meant; pool water has a way of washing away lubrication. "What are you thinking?" I asked her. "Let's get in the lake and decide," she said with a smile. Standing up, she stepped over the rim of the tub and wrapped her towel around her shoulders. I tied mine more modestly around my waist and followed her across the grass. The night was still warm, and when we looked around, the neighbors' houses were dark. Looking back toward the house, no one was one the deck, so we headed downhill to the water's edge. Des looked both natural and sexy with just a towel across her shoulders, and I trailed along in a daze, enchanted by the rolling motion of her bare ass in the moonlight. She walked out the narrow floating dock set between pilings, and when she reached the end, she sat down on her towel with her feet in the water. She turned to look at me, and as I approached, she impishly reached up and tugged my towel off. My cock sprang out at full attention to slap against my stomach. Des giggled happily and grabbed it, pulling me closer and angling the tip down so she could reach it. "Someone's eager!" she said with a laugh. One thing I loved about Desiree was that she was always eager as well. As if to demonstrate, she lunged upward and took my cock deep in her mouth, cradling my balls while her tongue lashed the underside of my shaft. I groaned and held onto a piling for balance. Once my cock was slick with her saliva, Des began to stroke me with her other hand. Her lips formed a tight seal and slid up and down in time, all the while letting her tongue work its magic. Looking down at her naked form, I thought about how amazingly lucky I was to have found her. My heart was full, and her oral skills were driving me closer and closer to the brink of explosion. I began to thrust gently into her mouth each time she descended, and she easily swallowed more of my cock each time. Just when things were getting critical, though, she stopped. For a few moments, she sucked hard on the head, nursing repeatedly and tonguing the underside. My cock swelled even more, and she was rewarded with a rush of precum as I got ready to unload into her voracious mouth. Suddenly, she pulled off me and looked up. "It's not time to cum yet!" she said with a smirk. I looked down at her, puzzled and somewhat frustrated. Letting go of the post, I reached for her head, but she anticipated my desire to hold her in place and finish. With a sudden twist of her body, she pulled me off balance and I toppled gracelessly into the lake! Sputtering, mad, and laughing all at the same time, I found my feet and stood up on the sandy bottom. The water came almost to my shoulders, and my feet were tangled in lake weed. Shaking my head, I wiped my eyes clear and looked up to see Des laughing at me from the dock. Lucky for her, the laughter was infectious and I had to join in. Stepping over in front of her, I rested my arms on her thighs and chuckled at my predicament. The water had definitely cooled my jets, and although I was incredibly turned on, my cock had shrunk in the cooler water and the urgency I had been feeling had passed. "That was obnoxious!" I finally managed to say. "It worked!" was her response. "True," I said. "But it was still an evil thing to do!" Des wrapped her heels around my back and her hands around my head. "Sorry, then. I want you to last!" "I get it. I was so close, though!" She giggled and apologized again. I turned my head and kissed each thigh, then graciously told her she was forgiven. When my hands wrapped around to grab her ass, Des scooted forward a bit. I let the water take my weight then and lowered myself, kissing a trail down from her belly, over the inviting curve of her mound, and then to the top of her lips. Above me, Des hummed happily as my lips approached her clit. My chin was almost on the towel as I began to lap Desiree's sweet cunt there in the moonlight. She settled back on her elbows and watched me through half-closed eyes, a sexy smile on her lips. Because of our earlier action, she was already slick and wet, so I let my tongue travel all over, tasting her sweet nectar and opening her up for my enjoyment. At one point, my nose bumped against her clit and I heard a gasp. Desiree's thighs closed on my spasmodically, and I knew she wanted to cum as badly as I had a few minutes before. The idea of pulling her into the water flickered across my mind, but payback is never as satisfying as you imagine. That thought developed, however, and a sudden inspiration occurred. "Des," I said. "I want to make you cum, but I want you here in the water with me. Slide off that dock and float, will you?" "Seriously?" "Trust me." She did trust me, and as I kept her legs over my shoulder, she eased herself down onto the surface carefully. When she was clear of the edge, I turned us around so that she was parallel to the shore. My hands supported her ass, and like the true nature girl that she was, Desiree relaxed into the pose and floated easily, her arms sculling gently at her sides. One at a time, I used my hands to flip water up onto her belly and tits, and I grinned when she protested. The cool air hitting her nipples made them crinkle into tight little nubs, though, and Des moaned approvingly. She moaned again when my tongue returned to her cunt. This time, I focused my attention on her stiff little clit, tracing circles around and around it. Des arched her back in pleasure and I saw her full tits emerge from the water, dripping silver. "Oh, God, please make me cum!" she begged. Knowing what would follow, I put my mind to my task immediately. My lips encircled her sensitive button and I began to suck steadily, punctuating each intake with a flickering tongue. Her hands came down and grabbed the sides of my head; a sure sign that she was close. Removing one hand from her ass, I moved it up between her legs and circled her opening with the broad pad of my thumb, not penetrating her but stimulating everything I could reach. "Oh, God, oh, God, Oh, fuck yes!" was her response. I sucked extra hard then and drove my tongue directly onto her clit, grinding it in circles to push her over the edge. That was all it took. A wordless cry of pleasure echoed across the lake. Desiree's body lurched, nearly pushing me under water before I braced myself. Her cunt throbbed wildly under my thumb, and I felt the pulsations in her clit as well as the tiny pleasure center contracted over and over. Holding her up with one hand, I kept still as her entire frame shuddered. Ripples sped in all directions forming rings of silver white around us on the lake. Slowly, haltingly, Desiree's body relaxed. She let go of my head and uncrossed her heels from behind me. She remained floating, however, lying back on the cushion of water and breathing deeply as she recovered. Always the Nature Girl, Des looked supremely at ease in the water. "That," she said quietly after a long time, "was uh-mazing!" She reached for me then, and I let her legs slip off my shoulders. She couldn't quite touch bottom, though, so she wrapped them around my hips and her arms around my neck. Her tits pressed against my chest as she kissed me softly, our tongues teasing each other. I could have stayed like that forever, but my cock was rising again, and it nudged impatiently against Desiree's ass. She giggled and squirmed in response, arching her eyebrows at me. "You Do still owe me one!" I reminded her. "I know I do. I think I owe you two after what you just did, though." Always fair-minded, she was. "Where should we go?" I inquired. "I have an idea," she said eagerly, releasing me from arms and legs and swimming away from me. I followed, eager to see what she had in mind. As she passed the dock, Des grabbed her towel and quickly wiped her face and hair. Then she continued toward the shore beside the pilings. With quick hands, she folded the towel twice and rolled it into a tight cylinder. That she set on the narrow strip of sand between the water and the grass. Then she turned back toward me. Some sights are burned in your mind forever, and for me, that is one I will treasure forever. Naked, dripping wet, flushed with pleasure, eyes gleaming with lust, and standing proudly in the moonlight beside a quiet lake, Desiree was a vision beyond any high-schooler's imagination. As I walked toward her in the shallows, I tried to find the words to express all that. "Des, " I began, "you are so, " "Horny!" she interjected with a wicked grin. "Come here and lie down!" Following her finger, I stepped past her and lay on my back, my head on the pillow she had thoughtfully created. My shoulders were in just a few inches of shallow water. My ass rested on the sand, but the water sloshed across the tops of my thighs. My feet were floating. Desiree stepped over me then, towering above me. She knelt down straddling me, cupping her tits like an offering. As she toyed with her nipples, she looked directly into my eyes. "I'm going to fuck you right here and right now" she said in a lust-filled voice. "Good plan!" I croaked. "Let's see if you're as ready as I am, " she mused. Her hands found my cock and stood it upright. A few quick strokes brought droplets of precum to the tip, and she spread them all along my shaft. "Yup, you're ready!" she said happily. Then she adjusted her position slightly and sank down, trapping the head of my cock between her slick labia. Another quick circling to spread our natural lubricants, and then Desiree sank down onto me completely in one long move. "Oh, fuck!" we both groaned at the same time. Des giggled. Then she toppled forward until her hands were resting beside my head. Her hair hung down, framing her face. Her tits hovered just below my chin, and I craned my neck to capture a nipple and suck on it. She pulled it away and switched me to the other one. Meanwhile, I could feel her inner muscles grasping and releasing my rigid shaft as it filled her. I continued to suck and nibble on her tits as Des began to move up and down. Keeping her nipples within reach meant that she couldn't go all the way down on my cock, but feeling her tight cunt gliding up and down the top half was perfectly fine with me, and she seemed to like it, too. She bit her lip in concentration, intent on giving me the pleasure I had given her. Faster and faster she drove herself, and the water near us splashed and splattered as our bodies moved. The cool air on my wet skin, the heat and friction of her cunt, and the sensuous weight of her tits as I fondled and sucked them were a perfect combination. Soon my heels dug into the sand and I was arching my hips, pushing myself deeper into her with every stroke. "Fuck, Des, I'm going to cum soon!" "Do it.." she said breathlessly, "do it! Fuck me, and cum in me, whenever you want!" "Oh, God Des!" I cried. My cock swelled to its fullest extent and I pulled her hips down hard onto my lap, burying myself against her womb as I began to cum. Pulse after pulse sent jets of cum into her, and she ground down against me, relishing the gush of liquid that was making a slippery inferno of her cunt. "Yes, yes, " she moaned encouragingly. "Give it to me!" As my contractions slowed and stopped, my body relaxed. Des groaned one last time and leaned forward, kissing me once before laying her head on my chest and letting her weight settle onto me. I held her lovingly in my arms while my heartbeat slowed. The surface of the water returned to its silvery smoothness, and the night air caressed our bodies as we lay in the shallows. "Happy Prom Night," I murmured next to her ear. "You, too!" she giggled in response. By outdoorhorny for Literotica.

  Finally connecting with a high-school friend. By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of winter. We were both new students in school during our senior year. She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3 towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders. That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together. She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd turns. She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated. I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group, but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie. It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in bad weather. When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well, and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn't get the memo and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I made sure to compliment her as well. Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me looking every once in a while and smiled at me. When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could. When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well. "Wow; you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd, dude" she teased me. "Just working the room, ya know?" I said in my most pompous voice. "I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you," she said apologetically. "She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!" "No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get used to the chit-chat." "Well," she began, taking my arm, "I was very impressed with your poise!" I blushed again. "Oh, you heard that, did ya?" She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing against me closely. "Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too. When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good." I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on flattery. "Des," I told her, "I'm sorry about that, you just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I couldn't help but look at you!" A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again. "Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful before?" "Oh, no, not at all!" Did I mention I was far from smooth back in those days? "So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I was beautiful?" At that point, I realized that she was completely messing with me, but I couldn't stop myself. "Since day one of school," I told her earnestly. I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again the pleased smile appeared. "So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?" she asked. This time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent. "Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just never get a chance to tell you." "I can see why you're such a hit with the moms," she murmured just before we entered the den. She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party. The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother's training was kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward Des, and said, "Isn't he great?" in a loud voice. "And handsome?" "Oh, he certainly is!" Des affirmed, desperately trying to keep a straight face. "Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me," I muttered and headed for the door. Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter. "I'm sorry; I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!" "No big deal," I assured her somewhat truthfully. "It's your mom; she's just a little, " "I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing, " "You Are very great and handsome," she said softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting for my reaction. "Des," I replied in a low voice, "I was serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so, it's just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made me realize, " My words trailed off. "Realize what?" she asked, holding herself just inches from my face. "How much I want to do this," I told her, crossing the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally around her slender waist. Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me. "Far out!" she said softly. Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met again. Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core. "I've got to help my mom," she said apologetically. "I've got to get home, too," I told her. "I don't want to go, though, " "I know, I don't want you to go!" Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time, then pulled back and looked at me sadly. "I guess we'll have to finish this some other time," she said. "Yeah, definitely!" I said urgently. "Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow," she said quietly. She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot. Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing. The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted tightly at her waist. "Yes?" she asked in an imperious tone, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Good morning, miss," I said earnestly. "Is your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to spend some more time with me, " "You're disgusting!" Des snorted, swinging the door open wider. "You probably would go after my mom!" "Not when you're here," I told her, stepping close once the door was closed behind me. Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then with increasing passion. "Come upstairs," she said after pulling back to catch her breath. "Parents?" I asked. "Gone for the day" she replied with a wicked smile. "Good!" I said fervently. "Let's go!" She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her beautiful form from that angle. When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention as I halted just inside the door. "You can come in," she said mockingly, a trace of that same sexy smile on her lips. I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her. "This is where I wanted to bring you last night," she said. "Once I saw you with my mom, " "Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you noticed me, finally!" "I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going on." "Yeah," I replied with my usual brilliance. "So now, " she began. "Now I'm all yours!" I told her with my best smile. "Good. I want to show you something!" I nodded and told her "Anything you want!" Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the bedspread. "After you left last night, I came up here when everything was done." She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking, sensual glimmer in her eyes. "I was wishing you were here with me," she continued. "So I threw my clothes over there." She gestured with her chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on the chair. "And then I climbed into bed, " Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they were exposed, but she kept up her narration. "And I started thinking about what I would do if you were with me, " I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me. "I got so fucking horny!" she said more intensely. Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits: pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them. Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing herself with slight up and down motion. "Just thinking about having you up here last night made me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this." Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her, stroking the furry lips of her cunt. "Show me, " I whispered, finally contributing to the conversation. Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height. From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling bounce of her tits. Again, she spoke as she played with herself: "My nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing with my clit because I was already so wet for you!" Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and they were making tight circles at the base of her mound. "Sometimes, " she resumed, "I put my fingers inside to get them wetter." Her hand curled lower for a moment and then went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. "Is that what you would have done to me last night?" "God, yes!" I told her immediately. She smiled, but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more. "I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're doing it now!" "What else?" she asked in an urgent whisper, her back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed. "I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste you," I said. "Umm, I love that idea!" she assured me with a sexy smile. Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she had been using to play with herself up to her lips. "I do that all the time!" she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off. As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display, my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well. Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. "When I was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night," she began, "you weren't wearing all those clothes!" As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her! When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal. "What were you going to do to me?" she asked enticingly. In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top, my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices. Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me with your tongue!" With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly with my tongue, relishing the copious lubrication she was producing, and using my thumbs to caress her cunt lips as I worked away at her. Almost immediately, Desiree started to rock her hips into me. She must have been close already, because I could feel the trembling begin in her hips and thighs. She bent forward to embrace my head fully, her tits crushed against my hair as I ground into her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she hissed above me. I didn't pause to reply, wanting only to drive her over the edge. Instead, I rubbed her clit harder with my nose from side to side and lashed her inner walls with the tip of my tongue. That did it. "Oh fuck!" Des cried out happily as her whole body froze. Her thighs clamped down on my head, her arms gathering me in even tighter, and her hips rocked forward to drive herself against me one last time. Barely able to breath, I held my position for a long minute, sucking gently on her cunt to gather every drop of her sweet juices. When she began to breathe again, Des pulled me up to her lips. I rose to stand in front of the bed, and her arms stayed wrapped around my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue breaking away from mine to taste herself on my lips, my chin, and all around. Finally, she let me go and I stood up straighter, grinning down at her flushed face, her dark hair dampened by her exertions. Des looked up at me, grinning as well, then wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in for a hug. "That was better than I imagined last night!" she said happily against my abs. I stroked her hair and said, "Good. I've been wanting to do that for, like, forever!" She giggled happily in response and hugged me tighter for a moment. Then she tilted her head up, her chin resting just below my sternum. Her eyes were dark and wide and beautiful and I looked directly down into them, lost in a mixture of lust and love and happiness. "Is that all you've been wanting to do?" she asked me teasingly. Desiree and I continue, as the weather warms up. Now that Desiree and I were a couple, we spent the rest of the winter together. Usually, it was at one of our houses, or occasionally at a friend's. This led to a lot of fun, but a lot of frustration as we almost never found ourselves alone with any kind of privacy. However, like teenagers everywhere, we found ways. At school, we would climb the ladders behind the auditorium stage. There was a little room there for lights, ventilation, and theater controls, and we made the most of it. I have endless memories of lying on my back on the dusty floor while Desiree hiked her long cotton-print skirt up and rode me languorously. She loved to control the pace, and I was happy to lie back and caress her hips and tits while she rocked her way to bliss. It was hard to go back to class afterward, but every second we spent up there was worth it! There were also two cars involved, but Des had a tiny Honda Civic that wasn't much good for anything except road head and discreet fingering. When we went in my car-a roomier Volvo wagon-we often ended up parked up a logging road, stretching out in the back on an old sleeping bag. For some reason, my lasting memories of those encounters are all in the missionary position, my weight resting on Desiree's broad hips, my chest cushioned on her ample tits, and my face against the side of her neck, surrounded by soft brown hair. Her arms and legs would wrap around me almost tenderly, and I can still recall the warm spread of her skin against mine as our bodies came together fully. With gentle thrusts and counter-thrusts, we would rock lazily in the steamed-up little world until we were spent. Then we would roll onto our sides and enjoy what she called "the afterglow". Every now and then, we enjoyed the supreme luxury of a house when one set of parents or another went to church, or to a meeting, or out shopping. We tried very hard not to make it obvious that we were hooking up, but I think both sets of parents knew and gave us as much space as they reasonably could. Her parents didn't mind if we used their hot tub, and they were gracious enough not to look outside while we were there. If they had, they might have seen their daughter perched on the edge while my tongue explored her sweet, spicy depths. A while later, they would have seen their only daughter kneeling on the submerged seat, her ass barely out of the water, while I stood behind her, snowflakes falling on my shoulders as I pumped myself deep inside her. Needless to say, we were as quiet as possible on those occasions. Finally, the endless snow began to melt. Desiree, with her Earth mother attitude, turned out to have a huge fetish for having sex outdoors, and she had grown up in the town and knew every isolated place. As soon as it was over 40 degrees, she had no problem whipping off her shirt or at the very least hoisting her skirt up to allow me access. Guys have it easy, I realize, and on the colder days I have to admit all I did was unzip! Spot Number One: an abandoned shack just below a small dam. Dusty, cracked window panes and a door hanging off its hinges. Inside, an ancient wood stove, a creaky cot with a thin mattress, and the detritus of a hundred teen couples passing through-beer cans and condom wrappers, snack food bags and cigarette butts. It smelled permanently damp in the spring, but it offered unparalleled privacy and shelter from the wind. The first time Des parked her car at the edge of a twisty back road, I thought we were headed into the woods as usual. She slung her backpack over one shoulder and slipped between two mountain laurel bushes without a word. I followed, and saw to my surprise a real path twisting through the shrubs and trees. After a hundred yards, I could hear the river. Another fifty yards and the structure came into view. Des pulled the door open and propped it carefully as if it were her own summer house. Then her preparations became obvious! From the backpack, she pulled a rolled up afghan and covered the cot. A bottle of water and a bottle of Wild Turkey (her favorite) were placed on the rickety table. Finally, she extracted a carved wooden stash box and a matching bowl. With a smile, she packed it full and we shared it peacefully while she told me the history of the place. Sitting cross-legged on one end of the cot to keep it from sagging, she said this had been the foreman's office when the dam was built during the Depression. Since then, different people used it for different things, but it was always available, and most people tried to keep it somewhat clean. She went on to say that her old boyfriend Chris heard about it from his older cousin and they used to come down when it was warmer to swim and get high. "It's a little cold for swimming still," she said sadly, "but I totally want to put my feet in the water!" I was toasted enough to play along, and I kicked off my sneakers and socks and rolled my jeans up over my calf muscles. Des led me along the path to the water through a grove of birch saplings just starting to bud. She carried the Wild Turkey and I brought the water bottle. At the bank's edge, we sat on tree roots and eased our feet into the water. It was bitingly cold-of course-but my feet soon went numb, and we alternated sips of whiskey and water, enjoying the sunlight and the gentle buzz and the quiet chuckling of the river over smooth stones. As she lay back on her elbows, Desiree's full tits were pushed forward. My eyes traced the lush contours with growing hunger. She caught me looking and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Wanna see 'em?" she asked indulgently. "Always!" I assured her. She pushed her jacket back behind her, then lay back on it and teasingly raised the hem of her wide-necked T-shirt an inch at a time. As soon as it went above the waistband of her skirt, I leaned across and kissed the soft skin of her belly. I followed the hem upward until she paused just below her tits, kissing every exposed inch. She drew it snug against herself, pulling her tits up for a moment. When she lifted her hands, those pale, lovely globes came proudly into view, nipples already crinkling in the cold air. I reached across her body and cupped the underside of her tit, savoring its heft while my thumb grazed back and forth across her nipple. The one closer to me got my full attention, though, as I sucked her whole areola into my mouth, then let it go and focused on her nipple, sucking hard, letting it snap back into the air, and then leaning down to bite it gently with my front teeth. She moaned happily and ran her fingers through my hair. "Do the other side!" she urged, and I quickly moved enough to comply. As I settled into my work, I felt her hands move away from my head. Her right hand went down to my crotch and started stroking my cock as it lay stiffening along my thigh, trapped by thick denim. Her left hand, though, disappeared under the waistband of her skirt. As I sucked hard on her nipple, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes against the bright sunlight, and hummed. I knew that was her happy sound, and I knew it meant that her fingers were doing their best to stimulate her cunt while I worked on her magnificent tits. One great thing about Desiree-she was always quick to orgasm. The combined feelings of her fingers on her clit and my tongue and teeth on her nipples was pushing her quickly toward an explosion. She pulled her feet out of the water and braced them just below her ass, then began to thrust her hips upward every few seconds. I kept doing what I was doing, knowing she'd be horny as hell once she got off. The tell-tale motion of her hips was followed quickly by deep, rasping breaths and trembling in her core. I watched her face as it changed from concentration to approaching bliss-her back arching and a stream of whispered "yes, yes, yes, " escaping her lips. Her orgasm hit all at once, and her body jerked upward halfway. She grabbed me and held me tightly while she shuddered, and I could feel each wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As it subsided, I kissed her face and whispered endearments. Slowly, her body eased back until she was lying flat on her jacket again, panting contentedly. "God, that was so good!" she exclaimed. I kissed her in response, not really able to take credit since she had done most of the work. "Seems like you really needed that," I said to her. "It's just being outside again, it always makes me so happy and so horny!" "I know-that's what I love about you!" "Love?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "You heard me. I love you. And, I love how horny you get!" I leaned over again to kiss after that, and for a long, peaceful moment we lay there in the sun lost in that all-encompassing high school kind of love. Fortunately for me, Des was also creatively helpful when she knew that I was horny as well. When I broke the kiss to toy with her nipples again, inspiration struck. She pushed her tits together and smiled at me invitingly. "Since you were so nice to them, they want to say "thank you"," she said. "Why don't you come up here and show me how much you love them, too?" Now that was an invitation worth stripping down for! I kicked off my jeans and straddled her waist, then moved myself forward until my cock lay in the ample valley of her cleavage. Des reached under my leg and rubbed her cunt, gathering its lubrication and then spreading it all over my shaft as it poked out of my boxers. That was enough to get me started, and I began sliding the sensitive underside along her silky skin. "Move up a little," she urged me, matching her words with a tug on my ass. I did what she asked, and at the top of my next stroke, she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it and bathing it with her saliva for a few seconds. Then she directed me back to her cleavage and reached up to push her tits more tightly together. "Fuck my tits now, I want you to cum just like this and let me taste it!" How could I refuse? Turned on by her erotic display a few minutes ago, and equally aroused by the sight and sensation of her firm globes enveloping me, I knew it wouldn't take long. I braced my hands up beside her head and stroked full length, leaking enough precum now to make the channel I was enjoying even slicker. Every few pumps, Des would bow her head forward and swipe her tongue along my crown as it emerged. When I felt the cum rising inside me, I buried myself between her luscious tits and fucked them with short, frantic strokes. Des wrapped her tits even tighter and murmured encouragement as I drove myself toward my reward. "Yes, yes, do it, fuck my tits, fuck them, cum for me, cum for me!" Gentleman that I am, I did as she asked. The first spurt leapt from my cock and hit her on the chin. Her hands flew to my ass and pulled me closer, and she wrapped her lips around my cock once again, sucking hard with every pulsation, swallowing every drop as it emerged. When I had no more to give, her suction eased and she swirled her tongue around and around the head, almost purring with satisfaction. She kept it up until my cock began to soften in her mouth. Conscious of myself towering over her all of a sudden, I rolled back on my side, leaning on one elbow to catch my breath. Des reached to the other side and grabbed the bottle. With a smile, she took a sip of Wild Turkey and held it for a moment, looking right into my eyes. Then she swallowed it down, smiled contentedly, and passed the bottle to me. "Ah, best chaser in the world!" she said happily. "You're a nut, and I love you!" I said, taking a sip of my own. "I love you, too" she replied. To be continued in part 2, By outdoorhorny for Literotica.

Well January certainly claimed it's name as the worst month this year. Our hearts and prayers go out to all the families effected by the LA Fires, First Responders, and sending tons of encouragement to everyone out there volunteering and helping however they can. In addition this week, we take sometime through misty eyes to update you on our son's Senior Year progress, Why Gen Z is taking the clean road to life, you emails and more! Join us at Dustin Nickerson Comedy Fans Facebook Group: http://www.facebook.com/groups/dustinnickersoncomedy Enjoy the show! Watch the show every week over at Nateland Entertainment:: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzAzMoLwjQTuyqu2QFFzvQQ Don't Make Me Come Back There Podcast is hosted by Dustin and Melissa Nickerson | Watch Now: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL4aMLhoDw6JasL8tgtrlkABlGU8tsiwnH&si=51tUApjDrmh4nz93 Podcast produced and Edited by Andy Lara https://www.dustinnickerson.com https://www.andylikeswords.com Email - dontmakemecomebackthere@gmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Come see Dustin LIVE on tour: https://www.dustinnickerson.com/tour Follow and Listen to  Don't Make Me Come Back There: https://apple.co/3A1fbnP Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0qdEVMAx9LqmnqIHmkjOGg?si=341fc47a1a3145e1 Watch the new comedy special, Runs in the Family from Dustin Nickerson | (Full Comedy Special) #newcomedy #standupcomedy : https://youtu.be/0Dybn3Atj9k Order Dustin's book: How to Be Married (To Melissa) today!” https://www.thomasnelson.com/p/how-to-be-married-to-melissa/ Give a little more and get a little more from the pod on Patreon! Head to https://www.patreon.com/DustinNickerson for the Patreon Pre Show with behind the scenes podcast rants, exclusive bonus content, and to help support the show. Visit the MERCH shop: https://www.dustinnickerson.com/shop Get social with Dustin Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/groups/dustinnickersoncomedy X: https://www.X.com/dustinnickerson Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dustinnickerson/ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@dustinnickerson

Dr. Delaney is joined by Laura Kastner, PhD, a clinical psychologist and author of multiple parenting books. Together, they delve into strategies for talking to our teens about sex and not letting taboo or embarrassment get in the way of what can be vital conversations. Covering topics such as consent and alcohol they emphasize the significance of being an 'askable parent' through encouraging open conversation and not being afraid to talk plainly about what can be perceived as delicate or awkward topics for both teens and parents.     Featured Expert Laura Kastner, PhD   Books Wise-Minded Parenting Getting To Calm: Cool-headed strategies for parenting tweens and teens The Launching Years: Strategies for Parenting from Senior Year to College Life The Seven-Year Stretch: How Families Work Together to Grow Through Adolescence   Time Code 00:00 Introduction to the Screenagers Podcast 00:37 Meet Dr. Laura Kastner: Expert on Parenting Teens 00:48 The Importance of Open Communication 01:13 Challenges in Discussing Physical Intimacy 02:19 Addressing Taboos and Difficult Topics 03:27 Psychological Immunization and Early Conversations 04:48 Practical Tips for Parents 05:28 Real-Life Examples and Focus Groups 08:45 The Role of Humility in Parenting 10:28 Discussing Consent and Alcohol 17:30 Concluding Thoughts and Resources

Will Mossa is joined by Duke University Infielder Ben Miller before he kicks off his Senior Year! Subscribe on Youtube @BacksideGrounballs Media Follow on Twitter @BacksideGBFollow on Instagram @backsidegroundballsFollow on TikTok @backsidegroundballSeat Geek is your essential resource for live baseball. For any of your ticket needs, go to https://seatgeek.com/ and use code: BACKSIDEGROUNDBALL to receive $20 off your first purchase!We are proud to announce that our podcast is officially partnered with BetterHelp! BetterHelp is the World's Largest Therapy service, and most importantly it is all online! With BetterHelp, you get the same professionalism and quality you expect from in-office therapy, but with a therapist who is custom-picked for you, more scheduling flexibility, and at a more affordable price. Get 10% off your first month at www.betterhelp.com/backsidegroundballsSuper excited to announce that we are partnering with Routine Baseball for all of your clothing needs! Routine Baseball offers a ton of options from shirts, hoodies, shorts, sunglasses and any baseball style you could imagine. Go to routine.com/backsidegroundball, and check out all the different options they have and receive 10% off your order today!

Now that we've reached the spring of 2025, it's time to review the best ways to finish out with a high school senior. Even the most dedicated "Feeding The Mouth..." parent can struggle with these last months of their kid's adolescent life. Today we talk about how a parent can be most effective in helping a high school senior with preparation for college, trade school or whatever path their young adult child will taking after high school. Being effective means clearly and continually announcing the freedoms your senior has and using that as a basis for open and regular communication about upcoming challenges. We talk about complicating factors like cell phone tracking, setting up doctor appointments and more. You can order Dr. Ken's book "Feeding The Mouth That Bites You" here: https://a.co/d/hBnlbzI Got questions or feedback? We want to hear from you! podcast@feedingthemouth.com Music provided by the great John David Kent - https://www.johndavidkent.com/

It's time to close a door and open a window with the final of the main series. Will Sharpay finally get validation? Is Troy and Gabriella together forever? Will there be a sudden junkyard scene? Listen to find out!

Gerry Hamilton and CJ Vogel are joined by 2025 Texas Longhorns signee Elijah "Bo" Barnes to discuss his senior year, improvements, what he likes about the way Texas uses linebackers and more on this week's Recruiting Breakdown!  

"Do it sad, do it tired, do it unmotivated. Just do it!!" This has been my new motto because being a young adult has not been the easiest thing with so much of my life left to plan and figure out and it feels like it needs to be done now, specifically career plans post-grad and finding my husband. I wanted to label these feelings and talk about what I expect most 21 year old, about to graduate, college students must be feeling. I hope this reaches my target audience and pulls my fellow bed-rotters out of their slumps. YOU HAVE COME SO FAR. Also, I know the audio sucks but it's auditorially legible, I will fix it for the next one ;) ENJOY

Today, we're joined by brothers Brayden and Braxton Pilkington for an unforgettable Athlete Interview! These Asbury High School seniors have just wrapped up their final football season after playing together since Pee-Wee days. What fuels their love for the game? What's next on their journey? And, of course, what were their most embarrassing moments on the field? We're diving into all of it!Things also take a strange turn in the studio with a creepy question that has us all thinking. Want to join the fun? Send your response to varsity@885jfm.com for a chance to be featured on the next show!Kandi Armstrong from FCA Zooms in to share exciting updates on the Iron Bowl Prayer Breakfasts, and Greg Glasscock gets us up to speed on all things local sports, with basketball now taking center stage.For even more fun, check out our YouTube channel for behind-the-scenes action and video-exclusive moments you won't want to miss. If you love today's episode, subscribe and share it with a friend! We'll see you after Thanksgiving—have a blessed holiday!

In this episode, Lisa discusses:The ideal time to start career development with your student and why it's a lifelong process starting in the early years.The powerful ways early self-awareness will benefit your student. Strategies for overcoming common obstacles for your teen to move forward in confidence.Free resources that are available to support your teen's career advising before making critical decisions about their future. How the Birkman® assessment and Launch Career Clarity® provide a structured roadmap for success  Key Takeaways: Students will be in school approximately 16,000 hours from Kindergarten to Senior Year. On average, they will work 82,000 if they work after graduation until age 65 making career alignment critical to thrive in lifeIt is never too late to work on career development and advising, but there is an ideal time to start. Starting early is for the best.; If your teen has already hit Sophomore year, it is go time!Instead of looking at your teen as difficult or unmotivated, step back and ask if they are overwhelmed and need more support. Your teen would likely rather hear advice from someone other than you, such as a coach, teacher, or mentor.There are a lot of misconceptions and job fields that teens are unaware of, so it is important to research and explore.  “Career development is not a one-and-done. It's really important that we take two views of this. It's a long game - a marathon, not a sprint. But more importantly, that we start early, even in middle school, ninth grade, actually even younger.” – Lisa Marker RobbinsEpisode References:Is it the right time for College Major and Career Planning? https://flourishcoachingco.com/quiz Bureau of Labor & Statistics Student Resources: https://bls.gov/k12/ Get Lisa's Free on-demand video: How-to guide for your teen to choose the right major, college, & career...(without painting themselves into a corner, missing crucial deadlines, or risking choices you both regret). flourishcoachingco.com/video Connect with Lisa:Website: https://www.flourishcoachingco.com/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@flourishcoachingcoInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/flourishcoachingco/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/flourish-coaching-co

This week marks the beginning of Season 4 - Senior Year! Michael and Miguel bring in Adepoju to kick off the season. From making beats to vlogging, Adepoju makes lots of fun YouTube videos (check him out https://www.youtube.com/@AdeAro). It's great to be back in the studio :) Hope you guys have a fantastic week! Enjoy the episode, see ya guys next week!

In this episode you will hear:   (03:36) In The News Mark and Julia discuss whether colleges see your senior year grades when they made admissions decisions (17:26) Question from a listener:  Our Roundtable is back; this time it is Hillary Dickman, Vince Garcia, Susan Tree and Mark Stucker and they answer a question about the use of video submission in your applications-Part 1 of 2     (34:10) Interview  Jay Rosner explains tips for students to get their highest possible score when prepping for the ACT and the SAT   ·         Jay, shares his background with the SAT and ACT ·         Jay, lets us know how many weeks in advance of the test should you start to study ·         Jay explains why he calls he believes test-takers are performers ·         Jay explains how preparation for the ACT and SAT is analogous to becoming a performer ·         What is the most effective use of your time during prep? ·         Jay shares how many hours a day someone should take the test ·         Jay gives his best advice on how much time per day a student should study       (01:04:12) College Spotlight-Furman University-Part 1 of 2   (53:30) Recommended Resource:    Speakpipe.com/YCBK is our method if you want to ask a question and we will be prioritizing all questions sent in via Speakpipe. Unfortunately, we will NOT answer questions on the podcast anymore that are emailed in. If you want us to answer a question on the podcast, please use speakpipe.com/YCBK. We feel hearing from our listeners in their own voices adds to the community feel of our podcast.   You can also use this for many other purposes: 1) Send us constructive criticism about how we can improve our podcast 2) Share an encouraging word about something you like about an episode or the podcast in general 3) Share a topic or an article you would like us to address 4) Share a speaker you want us to interview 5) Leave positive feedback for one of our interviewees. We will send your verbal feedback directly to them and I can almost assure you, your positive feedback will make their day.   To sign up to receive Your College-Bound Kid PLUS, our new monthly admissions newsletter, delivered directly to your email once a month, just go to yourcollegeboundkid.com, and you will see the sign-up popup. We will include many of the hot topics being discussed on college campuses.   Check out our new blog. We write timely and insightful articles on college admissions:   Follow Mark Stucker on Twitter to get breaking college admission news, and updates about the podcast before they go live. You can ask questions on Twitter that he will answer on the podcast. Mark will also share additional hot topics in the news and breaking news on this Twitter feed. Twitter message is also the preferred way to ask questions for our podcast:   https://twitter.com/YCBKpodcast   1. To access our transcripts, click: https://yourcollegeboundkid.com/category/transcripts/ 2. Find the specific episode transcripts for the one you want to search and click the link 3. Find the magnifying glass icon in blue (search feature) and click it 4. Enter whatever word you want to search. I.e. Loans 5. Every word in that episode when the words loans are used, will be highlighted in yellow with a timestamps 6. Click the word highlighted in yellow and the player will play the episode from that starting point 7. You can also download the entire podcast as a transcript   We would be honored if you will pass this podcast episode on to others who you feel will benefit from the content in YCBK.   Please subscribe to our podcast. It really helps us move up in Apple's search feature so others can find our podcast.   If you enjoy our podcast, would you please do us a favor and share our podcast both verbally and on social media? We would be most grateful!   If you want to help more people find Your College-Bound Kid, please make sure you follow our podcast. You will also get instant notifications as soon as each episode goes live.   Check out the college admissions books Mark recommends:   Check out the college websites Mark recommends:   If you want to have some input about what you like and what you recommend, we change about our podcast, please complete our Podcast survey; here is the link:     If you want a college consultation with Mark or Lisa or Lynda, just text Mark at 404-664-4340 or email Lisa at or Lynda at Lynda@schoolmatch4u.com. All we ask is that you review their services and pricing on their website before the complimentary session; here is link to their services with transparent pricing: https://schoolmatch4u.com/services/compare-packages/

Undefeated Benji Anderson hops on the podcast today!  Benji is one of the top boys in the class of 2025 and recently commited to run for the University of Notre Dame.  Benji holds PRs of 1:54.05 (800m), 4:15.26 (1600m), 8:52.12 (3200m), and 14:48 (5k).  Benji is a 2023 Footlocker All-American, and the #3 returner in 2024. He's a 3xState-Runner Up. He's a 2x4x800m state record-holder and state champion. He also is a 2xColorado State classification record-holder (freshman and sophomore5k).  Benji also excels on the trails, where he is the National High School Trail Running Champion.  In today's conversation, Benji takes me through his career, his undefeated season thus far, his ambitions for the rest of the year, being one of the first HOKA NIL athletes, his passion for the trails and so much more! Tap into the Benji Anderson Special.   If you enjoy the podcast, please consider following us on Spotify and Apple Podcasts and giving us a five-star review! I would also appreciate it if you share it with your friend who you think will benefit from it.  If this episode blesses you, please share it with a friend!  S H O W N O T E S -REGISTER FOR FOOT LOCKER REGIONALS: http://footlockercc.com   -THE PODCAST ON YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClLcLIDAqmJBTHeyWJx_wFQ -My Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/therunningeffect/?hl=en⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ -My Newsletter: https://therunningeffect.substack.com 

One kid comes to America as an exchange student and commits herself to the senior year experience. Prologue: We talk to high school seniors in Salt Lake City who are trying to have the perfect year. (5 minutes)Act One: Every year, thousands of teenagers come from all over the world to experience American high school. Last year, thirteen students from Palestine came to the US on a program sponsored by the US State Department. We tell the story of a girl named Majd, from Gaza, and her extraordinary year in America. (50 minutes)Transcripts are available at thisamericanlife.orgThis American Life privacy policy.Learn more about sponsor message choices.

GCU interviews Author Khadijah Butler THE CDB SCHOLARSHIP MONTHLY PLANNER - COLLEGE EDITION is a 12-month organizational tool with over 200 Nationwide Scholarships for college students from Freshman to Senior Year. We'll learn more about getting our teens prepared for college! Follow us IG: @getcaughtuppodcast and Facebook at Get Caught Up Author Podcast, TikTok, and YouTubeSponsorships anchor.fm/getcaughtup Donations Cash App $UP2016 #podcasts #dopeblackpodcasts #spotifyforpodcasters #literarypodcast #authorpodcast #podcastinglife #googlepodcasts #podcasters #podcastlife #podcaster #podernfamily #podcastmovement #podcast #podcastshow #podcastersofinstagram #thepodcastpost #podsincolor #talkradio #applepodcasts #podbean #podcastaddict #blackpodcasters #biancapensyaba #acrossbothsidesofthemirror #getcaughtuppodcast --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/getcaughtup/support

From Movies and Television Shows, to High-End Advertisements and Hello Kitty Videos, chances are you've seen her hands and feet. Now, meet the woman behind them. Hand and Feet Model Joelle Graham joins us for a behind the scenes look at Parts Modeling. We talk what it takes to be a hand model, the secret to her money-making feet and the oddness of wearing gloves while driving. Then, it's Kindergarten vs. Senior Year as we countdown the Top 5 Grades. Joelle Graham: 01:17 Pointless: 15:58 Top 5 Grades: 30:14 Contact the Show Joelle Graham Instagram Closeup Modeling Agency Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

January 3-9, 1998 This week Ken welcomes comedian, filmmaker and all around good dude Jeff Cerulli to the show. Ken and Jeff discuss documentary films, hot dog eating contests, TV Eating Contests, The Simpsons, Senior Year of High School, The Spin Doctors, mail order CDs, TV Guide appearing in movies, The Ice Storm, The Postman, Equal, smoking bans, beepers, the top 12 Simpsons episodes (circa 1998), winning the REAL Simpsons house, Ice-T, Marky Mark, having no concept of modern country and Christian music, The Wiz, Comics Come Home, Road Rules, The Real World, Star Wars Special Edition, Jackie Mason, Caddyshack II, how Vaudeville could be alt com, Pacific Blue, Baywatch, the extended Baywatch Universe, The Black Out Effect vs. The Trigger Effect, Demi Moore in Striptease, horny viewing, Mannequin being a three star movie, Beavis and Butthead, VH1 Pop Up Video, The Brothers McMullan, Poison Ivy series, Boy Meets World, voice over, Richard Lewis, bOkU, Drew Carey Show, the horrors of White Grape, Buffy the Vampire Slayer the movie, The Cronenberg Dynasty, Scanners II, MTV as a home channel, when we all hand to witness Anthony Michael Hall break out of being a nerd, Johnny B Goode, Bill Paxton, Weird Science, Seinfeld's final season, the return of Larry David, Bulls, Michael Jordan, Oliver Stone vs. Oliver North, Celebrity Jeopardy, and a particularly angry Cheers and Jeers.

We spoke to NBA veteran Raja Bell about his beginnings in the game, HS basketball, recruiting, transferring to FIU, surviving semi-pro basketball to play in the NBA Finals, playing in the NBA for over a decade, raising athletes, philosophy, and much more!0:30 Virgin Islands2:15 Athletic family3:30 Raising athletes11:00 Welcome to college16:30 Fitting in at FIU19:30 Competitive drive23:30 Senior Year at FIU26:30 Undrafted28:30 Minor league grind32:00 Conquering self doubt33:45 Getting that call39:15 Playing for high level coaches42:30 Development46:00 Defensive stoppers48:30 Defensive details50:30 Kobe54:30 Advice for youngins57:15 Steve Nash MVPs58:30 Locker room stories1:00:00 Working in media 1:04:00 Eras1:05:00 Team USA1:06:30 Happiest moment+legacy --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hoopthreadspod/support

As a mom entering your child's senior year of high school, you feel deeply the weight of the change to come. With each micro-goodbye, each "last", you feel closer to that time when you will have to say goodbye to your child. I've been down this road before with my older son, and as I approach my baby's senior year, I thought I would share the intentions I am going into this year with to be sure that I stay in the moment and support my son in the best way I can. I have learned that by becoming more intentional about your thoughts and how they shape your emotions, you harness the power to create any even deeper and more impactful connection with your child and also with yourself. This year is a pivotal time, full of bittersweet moments. Join me as we embrace all of it together.

Beyond the Venue Podcast is back for a 4th and final season! Episode 1 is my reflection on the past year and a half, starting with my acceptance to Temple in January through my first year as a doctoral student. For anyone curious about what life is like as an entrepreneur and hospitality professional turned academic, this episode is for you!Additional Topics Include:Saying Goodbye to MG the Venue SpecialistPutting the Puzzle Pieces TogetherA Dramatic Reading of my Favorite AssignmentStaying True to my Hospitality RootsMy Unorthodox TrajectoryMy Love for BeyoncéGrateful for Having Taken Qual before QuantThanks so much for listening, and enjoy the following episode “Reflections on Senior Year 401” featuring your host, MG Hodge!Follow BTV on Instagram for all updates and releases.This Episode has been produced in association with Gal Co Productions.

I am having mixed feelings about having a kid going into her senior year of high school. The biggest feeling I have is excitement for her - closing one chapter and about to open the next. But big changes bring big feelings. This week, Penn and I talk about my senior year goals and your best advice (thank you for writing in on Instagram and leaving us voicemails!) Additionally, Penn comes up with four Top 5 Lists about senior year songs, movies, and a few others that made us giggle. (Don't forget to send us your 4 things!)Shop our Limited-Edition ADHD Is Awesome Bundle: https://holdernessfamilyshop.com/products/adhd-is-awesome-bundleCheck out our upcoming virtual book events: https://www.quailridgebooks.com/event/pennkimholderness24Shop Our MerchJoin Our NewsletterFollow us on YouTubeFollow us on InstagramFollow us on TikTok Follow us on FacebookKim and Penn are online content creators known for their award-winning videos, including original music, song parodies, and comedy sketches. Their videos have resulted in over 2 billion views and 8 million followers across their social media platforms since they (accidentally) went viral in 2013. They have a best-selling book on marriage communication, a top-rated podcast, a fun-filled family card game, and most recently, they were the winners on Season 33 of The Amazing Race.The Holderness Family Podcast is produced by Ann Marie Taepke and edited and engineered by Max Trujillo of Trujillo Media and Sam Allen. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

High school senior year is a special time for teens and for their parents. For many moms, the beginning of senior year means the beginning of the lasts. There is some grief there. How do we balance the end of one phase of a young person's life with the celebration of this transition? Both Krista and Alex just finished a senior year and they invited their friend Courtney DeFeo to talk about her experience facing her first senior year as a mom. This episode touches on topics like college deadlines, getting a job, and navigating parties and substances. From prom to graduation, there are so many special markers of transitioning out of the childhood school years and into adulthood. We cover how each one of us tries to be open with ongoing communication with our children, setting boundaries, and being realistic about the challenges they may face. They also highlight the need to tailor experiences and celebrations to each child's preferences and personality. Courtney DeFeo is the host of the Pardon the Mess podcast and lives in the Dallas area with her husband Ron and their two high school-aged daughters. We know you'll appreciate her honesty and sense of humor as she approaches what can be a scary time for a mom. FIND MORE ABOUT COURTNEY DEFEO Courtney Defeo's - Website and Instagram Podcast: Pardon the Mess A FEW THINGS MENTIONED Pay attention to where the child gravitates Tailor the party to the child QUESTIONS TO HELP YOU RISE What is a conversations or what are some multiple conversations you need to have with your senior? In what way can you offer more independence to your child this year? What needs to go on your calendar now to make sure you make the most of your child's senior year? How can you encourage your senior and call out all of the good things you see in him or her? What skills or experience can you help your child with in order to set him or her up for the next season of their life? LET'S CONNECT! Did you like this episode? Let us know and leave a review on itunes or share it with a friend. Or message us on Instagram – we'd love to hear from you! Get the Daily Dozen Checklist -12 habits that will immediately make you happier and healthier

17-year-old Alex Shackell just finished what has been, in her words, the best month of her life. This whirlwind started when she made the US Olympic team alongside her brother, Aaron, in their hometown of Indianapolis. After experiencing training camp in beautiful Croatia with Team USA, Shackell headed to Paris, where she made her first individual Olympic final and swam on two relays that earned her gold and silver medals. Once the Games concluded, Shackell returned home to spend time with family, be around her friends, and relax for a week before embarking on her next big chapter: senior year of high school.

It's senior year at Enjoy Stuff! As our 4th season continues, the guys look back at everything involved in Enjoying senior year. Proms, yearbooks, graduations and more! Jay and Shua hope you have the time of your life on Enjoy Stuff!   We've seen your year, and it's gonna be awesome! After years of hard work, students around the world celebrate their final year of school by embracing their head honcho status. What can you enjoy senior year? Find out this week.    News Now you can stay at a Star Wars themed Air BnB Star Wars: Skeleton Crew premiere date has been revealed (and check out the teaser trailer) Did you watch Jim Henson Idea Man to Make making its broadcast debut on ABC? Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay! The classic movie is being reimagined as an album Only Murders in the Building is getting a board game The Orville Season 4 may actually begin production in early 2025 The Monster Cereals lineup will now include marshmallow pets Check out our TeePublic store for some enjoyable swag and all the latest fashion trends What we're Enjoying Shua is Enjoying a new late night show starring young comedienne Taylor Tomlinson called After Midnight. It's a pretend game show where comedians and celebrities answer goofy questions about the internet and modern day goings-on. Clips of the CBS show can be found on YouTube. Jay is watching the new Time Bandits homage created by Taika Waititi. It's only a few episodes in, so we are reserving judgment. It doesn't feel exactly like Terry Gilliam's original, but it is a cute story in it's own right. You can find Time Bandits on Apple TV+.   Sci-Fi Saturdays This week on Sci-Fi Saturdays Jay feels like he may have watched the movie before. 2006 Deja Vu is a time travel movie with a bit of a different point of view. Denzel Washington investigates a terrorist attack by looking back into the past. Check out all of Jay's articles on Sci-Fi Saturdays, only on RetroZap.com. And make sure to play around with the interactive map on MCULocationScout.com. There are some new locations from Agents of SHIELD season 3. Plus, you can tune in to SHIELD: Case Files where Jay and Shua talk about great stuff in the MCU.     Enjoy Senior Year!  It's the 4th season of Enjoy Stuff: A TechnoRetro Podcast! And that means that it's our Senior Year! So this week, in the wake of the beginning of school for many students, we look back at our High School Senior Year and a bunch of things we looked forward to in our final experience with public school. From senior pictures, proms, and graduations we hope that everyone's senior year was a celebration of a lot of years of hard work.    How was your senior year? What college should Jay and Shua apply to? First person that emails me with the subject line, “HAGS” will get a special mention on the show.  Let us know. Come talk to us in the Discord channel or send us an email to EnjoyStuff@RetroZap.com

Walking through your child's senior year in high school is an exhilarating journey packed with excitement, nostalgia, and undeniable stress—for both parents and students. As your child transitions from high school to their next life phase, aiming to spread their wings and embrace independence, moms often face a dual journey of their own. On this week's episode of Life after Kids we're helping you navigate this significant year by not only guiding your child but also emotionally preparing yourself for their impending departure.Key TakeawaysPrimary Points and Insights:Intentionality in Parenting: Emphasize being deliberate with time spent with your senior, creating lasting memories while preparing them for independence.Communication: Maintain open lines of conversation, not just about logistical tasks like college applications, but about emotional well-being and future plans.Balancing Act: Understand the dual approach of pushing your child toward independence while providing support and structure at home.Actionable Advice:Practical Preparation: Encourage independence by assigning tasks like making appointments and handling personal errands.College Application Process: If accessible, invest in professional college counseling to avoid conflicts and ensure comprehensive preparations.Community Engagement: Connect with other parents of seniors to share experiences and support each other through transitions.Scheduling Fun Activities: Plan trips or special days to bond with your senior before they graduate.Your child's senior year involves complex emotions, from pride and joy to anxiety and anticipation of an impending empty nest. By focusing on intentional engagement with your child, prioritizing self-care, and maintaining open channels of communication, you can transform this pivotal year into a richly rewarding experience. Senior year is not only a culmination of your child's school journey but also an opportunity for you to reconnect with your own passions and prepare for a new phase in your life. Listen to the full episode of Life after Kids to embrace both the highs and lows, allowing them to shape a future filled with new possibilities for both you and your child.RESOURCES:The Life after Kids Membership CommunityTimestamp Summary | 0:00  | Preparing for Senior Year: Tips and Emotional Insights | 4:27  | A Mother's Nostalgia as Her Son Prepares for College | 5:13  | Preparing for Senior Year: A Parent's Emotional Journey | 12:44  | Navigating College Applications and Supporting Teen Independence | 15:57  | Navigating College Visits and Campus Vibes for High School Seniors | 19:57  | Thriving Beyond Parenthood: Self-Care and Connection During Senior Year Enjoy the show, and we hope you learn a little bit more about living a fulfilling, vibrant, and meaningful Life after Kids! If you like what you hear please rate and review the podcast, hit subscribe, and pass it along to a friend. Making tomorrow even better than today, Dr. Brooke and Dr. Lynne PS... Don't forget to follow us! Instagram Facebook Tik Tok

To all who come to this wacky place, welcome! Quizneyland is your land. Here Andrew quizzes you on questions from the past… and here you may learn bits of trivia you may use in the future. Quizneyland is dedicated to the ideas, dreams, and hard facts that have created the Disney Company… with hopes that it will be a source of fun and information for all the world! Subscribe using your favorite podcast app or listen using the link below: Listen to Quizneyland at Podketeers.com/Quizneyland

Stan Carrizosa appears in the credits of High School Musical 3: Senior Year to sing and dance for us. Also, Chandra and Tyler discuss the "Play Your Part" marketing promotion from HSM2. Wildcat Minute is a production of the Amateur Nerds. Rate, review, subscribe, tell your friends! Follow us on Instagram @amateurnerds, Twitter @amateurnerds, and Tumblr @WildcatMinute Email us amateurnerdspresent@gmail.com Logo by @tgoldenart Music by Joe Winslow

The credits begin to roll in Minute 113 of High School Musical 3: Senior Year. Wildcat Minute is a production of the Amateur Nerds. Rate, review, subscribe, tell your friends! Follow us on Instagram @amateurnerds, Twitter @amateurnerds, and Tumblr @WildcatMinute Email us amateurnerdspresent@gmail.com Logo by @tgoldenart Music by Joe Winslow

The credits of High School Musical 3: Senior Year continue, and Chandra and Tyler grasp firmly onto the straws that this minute of the movie provides. Also, the box office legacy of HSM3 and other Disney Channel theatrical releases in our DCOM segment. Wildcat Minute is a production of the Amateur Nerds. Rate, review, subscribe, tell your friends! Follow us on Instagram @amateurnerds, Twitter @amateurnerds, and Tumblr @WildcatMinute Email us amateurnerdspresent@gmail.com Logo by @tgoldenart Music by Joe Winslow

The final chaotic dance moves are on display as our protagonists strut forth and the movie reaches its nondiegetic conclusion. Chandra and Tyler discuss all of the action in Minute 110 of High School Musical 3: Senior Year, and we also attempt a DCOM crossover of Holes and Hunchback of Notre Dame. Wildcat Minute is a production of the Amateur Nerds. Rate, review, subscribe, tell your friends! Follow us on Instagram @amateurnerds, Twitter @amateurnerds, and Tumblr @WildcatMinute Email us amateurnerdspresent@gmail.com Logo by @tgoldenart Music by Joe Winslow

It's the first day of senior year for the Mystic Falls teens, which means they finally have to go to class and Rebekah gets a chance to show off crazy stunts at cheerleading practice. While the girls are dealing with an assortment of boyfriend problems, Matt is talking to Vicki on the other side, and Tyler is enjoying his new hybrid lifestyle. It also wouldn't be the first day without the annual bonfire, which Elena chooses as the perfect opportunity to vervain Stefan. While Elena works on that, Damon makes s'mores with his new roommate, Rebekah. Matt chooses to skip the bonfire to perform a seance to give Vicki a foothold in the living world. It works, but her deal with the Original Witch requires her to kill Elena. As usual Bonnie saves the day, stopping Vicki before she burns Stefan and Elena alive. Even though they're safe, something has gone horribly wrong, because Mason Lockwood is now back and torturing Damon.This week: Season 3 Episode 6 | Smells Like Teen Spirit Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Gerry Hamilton and CJ Vogel are joined by 4-Star EDGE commit Smith Orogbo to discuss why he chose the Texas Longhorns, what he will look to improve during his senior year and more!  

As we look forward to the wide expanse of summer, one thing certainly on our minds is how we can support our sons' friendships in the absence of school. Turns out, we needn't look further than our own living rooms. In fact, welcoming our children's friends into our homes may be the healthiest place for authentic, lifelong friendship to grow. In a timely rebroadcast from 2021, Assistant Headmaster Tom Royals helps parents to see their homes as a venue for hospitality—one that integrates our children's social lives with the culture of the home. He especially highlights a vision for hosting teens, who often stray away from home-based gatherings just when it's most beneficial. Chapters 01:45 Begin Interview 02:28 Parents building a culture of home gatherings 06:50 Hosting high schoolers, knowing your home 11:24 Co-ed hosting 12:56 Spontaneous hosting 15:05 Parents working with parents 16:12 Crucial years: establishing this culture before they launch 18:14 Hospitality and the temperaments of your children 20:24 The example of Fr. Robert Kimball 25:28 The role of the father 29:01 Parental presence at teen gatherings: freedom and formation 33:07 Modeling friendship, hospitality Also on the Forum: Friendship and the 21st-Century Boy featuring Alvaro de Vicente Family Culture featuring Alvaro de Vicente On Friendship after Senior Year featuring Dave Maxham

Ben Criddle talks BYU sports every weekday from 3 to 7 pm.Today's Co-Hosts: Ben Criddle (@criddlebenjamin)Subscribe to the Cougar Sports with Ben Criddle podcast:Apple Podcastshttps://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/cougar-sports-with-ben-criddle/id99676