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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of (unconnected, for
the most part) short stories and still retains enough of that character that
you do not have to read each one in turn to understand what is going on. Think
of it as a series of incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is
invariably M/F (or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably
consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up once or twice,
defloration more often.
Chapter 9.
Down by the Seashore
Jacqueline Bucher's boyfriend, Joel Kubicki, would be off on
a trip about the time she had a chance to spend two weeks in a
time-sharing condo in Ocean City with her friend Karen Lewis and
Kay Henderson, a neighbor's daughter. Before her parents went to
Oregon to see her older brother and his wife, they made Jacqueline
promise not to tell Joel that the trip down to the beach was
planned and to let him think that she had gone with them. They
would be back a few days after him, a week before Jacqueline was,
and they would see about saying where she was if they decided to.
They were concerned about their daughter's innocence and about Joel
working on her while she was away from home and them.
Jacqueline did not want Joel to know just yet quite where she
was, but for reasons just opposite to theirs. Joel and she had met
in the first week of school that year, and they dated from that
time on. They got into petting fairly quickly, and on a night in
March, a warm one for that month, Joel had spread a blanket out
behind some trees and plucked her cherry. The grass in Rock Creek
Park might not be the ideal place, but Jacqueline was happy to have
been plucked so thoroughly.
They had renewed their double exercise since then, mostly
outdoors but a few times in his car, once in her bed when Jackie
was left alone at home. Jacqueline did not reach a peak in his
back seat, but still she liked to have him put it in.
His hands and hips were strong, but Jacqueline began to wonder
how another man would be. In honesty, three months of being very
satisfied that way was giving her a taste for it, and some strange
stuff might well be better yet.
Jacqueline would have a bedroom of her own down at the beach,
and she had an eye to sharing it with someone new.
The Buchers shut up their house on Thursday and left
Jacqueline and her luggage with the Lewises at noon. Jacqueline and
Karen put her parents' bags into their station wagon a few hours
later, and they got the other set of parents and bags (and Kay) at
six o'clock. Karen drove all seven of them to the airport and they
ran a fire brigade, or maybe a disassembly line.
When the adults were seen off, Kay and Jacqueline and Karen
drove back, much less squished up, and they ate dinner and talked.
They just about got high from the excitement of the trip and didn't
get to sleep until way late.
On Friday morning they loaded the station wagon up again and
hit the road to Ocean City. They made pretty good time, maybe
because it was Tuesday and the weekend traffic was days away.
Karen's boyfriend, Charlie West, helped them unload everything when
they got there but Jacqueline's Joel was out of town and Kay's guy
Ralph--maybe he was home, Karen never heard and never asked.
Karen convinced Charlie after dinner that she was tired and
needed to go to bed early, and alone. It was true enough that all
three of the girls were worn out from the trip and all the talking
last night. Karen necked some and let Charlie feel her up some, but
she whispered to him that they would have three more weeks to come.
He finally went off to the apartment he shared with three other
guys.
On Saturday morning Jacqueline put a dark blue halter on with
some red shorts and went out after breakfast to see what was going
on around the town. It only took a half-hour for her to find Dave
Whitley, who seemed to her to have real possibilities. He had been
in town about a week then and was on his first day off from the
restaurant.
They walked around and talked and about noon Jacqueline took
him back to the condo to explore some of those possibilities with
him. They were moving slow and building up on the couch, and
Jacqueline was trying to decide how far she wanted to go with
him--when it came to it, she had doubts about going to bed with
someone whom she really didn't know--when Kay came out and gave the
two of them a dirty look.
Jacqueline suspected that Kay was jealous and uptight-- which
wasn't all so bad--but Kay was so intolerant that they suspected
her of being a lesbian. Kay looked as if she'd make some nasty
crack, so Jacqueline prevented it by putting down a hand to fondle
Dave through his khaki cutoffs and drive her off. It did, but it
kind of tipped the scales on how far Jacqueline was going to go
with David toward her bed.
Karen came back with Charlie fairly soon. When they walked
in, Dave had his tongue deep in Jacqueline's mouth and his right
hand upon one breast and gently squeezing it. Karen looked at them
and grunted and kept on going into the kitchen where she talked to
Kay. Karen felt like throwing cold water over the pair on the
couch, or at least telling them to move it into the bedroom.
Kay told Karen in the kitchen how outraged she was that
Jacqueline would carry on that way with someone she hardly seemed
to know. They heard the pair get up then and go out the door.
Jacqueline was worked up and had decided to break off the action
and give herself and Dave a chance to cool down.
Charlie and Karen sat in the front room with Kay and sort of
half-talked with her. Charlie started whispering in Karen's ear
about what a pity it was that nobody was giving those big boobs of
hers the kind of hand and tongue action they deserved and nobody
was getting between those long legs to drive his point home to her.
He knew perfectly well what this kind of talk was going to do
to Karen. Pretty soon they left Kay sitting there alone while
they went into the bedroom and shut the door. This was the first
time Karen had ever been able to let Charlie work on her without
having to think at all about how long they took, and the first time
they could use a bed for it.
Charlie undressed her and kissed each bit of skin as he did, but
when he was finished, he was naked too. Then she made him lie
on his back while she knelt on the bed over him, naked between his
legs and touched her lips to his upstanding erection. Karen kissed
it and licked it and sucked gently until all of it was wet and glistening
and bulging with blood and desire. Her eyes never left it any more
than her lips ever fully did, and there came a time when she could
not stand to look at it and not have it in her.
"I want you so much," she whispered. "Put it in me." And she
rolled over and raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders as
he swung into place. She was so wet that he slid all the way in one
stroke, and when he hit bottom she hit a peak. Her muscles squeezed
him tightly as she went into orgasm, and that almost made him join
her right away. He gave it to her and brought her off in a big way
that afternoon. They fell asleep together with her arms around him.
When they went back out, Kay had gone back into her room alone.
Dave and Jacqueline walked down onto the beach and sat upon a
bench and stared out to the ocean and just talked. After a while
they wandered on and ended up at the apartment house he lived in
for the time he was in town, just as a sudden downpour came. By
then Jacqueline had beat down her doubts on wanting him. He had a
bedroom that was small, but big enough to use.
Dave would have had to have been blind not to see the
invitation swirling in her eyes; he would have had to have been
deaf not to hear it in her soft tone. And he would have had to
have been made of steel not to respond to her.
Yet he wanted to take it slower than his impulses told him to.
He had not expected this day to give him more than some pleasant
conversation and maybe a chance to put his arm around some bare
female flesh, possibly even a kiss or so. He had gone a lot
further already with this girl than he would hope to in one day.
That they were standing in his bedroom seemed incredible.
Slowly, deliberately, giving her time to change her mind,
giving her time to back away, Dave lowered his head.
When Dave touched his mouth to hers, Jacqueline sighed. When
his teeth nipped at the delicate flesh of her lower lip, she
moaned. Her fingers linked around his neck, drawing him closer.
And then he was lost.
He'd thought he'd known what he wanted, had believed he's
known what to expect. But he'd been wrong. Because the feel of
her soft lips, her taste, rocked him all the way to the bone.
For all his intensity, the kiss was meltingly soft. His mouth
tempted, enticed, seduced. At the first taste, passion exploded,
wild and hot and free inside of Jacqueline. Her emotions were
suddenly raw. She clung to him, mindlessly willing, desperately
wanting.
"Dave, please." She turned her head, anxious to have his mouth
on hers again. What she wanted, Jacqueline realized, was to have
Dave take her by storm. She was finding his strong, waiting
quality both intriguing and frustrating. "Kiss me again."
"That's what I'm doing." Without rushing, his mouth moved
over her face. His lips nuzzled at her temple, her ear; his teeth
tugged at her earlobe.
"No." She framed his face between her hands and dragged his
mouth back to hers. "I mean, really kiss me."
When he obliged, finding her mouth with unerring accuracy, her
arms went around him again, holding him close as her lips parted in
avid demand. His hands tangled in his hair, his fingers raking
through the thick wet strands.
Her lips were cool, but they warmed quickly. Thunder boomed
on the horizon; the wind picked up, and the rain continued to fall
from the pewter gray clouds. Caught up in a whirling storm of her
own, Jacqueline didn't notice. She was quickly discovering that
pleasure this warm, this fluid, could not be contained. Feelings
flooded over her; her senses were swimming with him. She felt as
if she were drowning in the rough sea. But she didn't want to be
saved. She wanted to go down. All the way.
They were pressed together so tightly that nothing could
separate them. But he had to touch her. Despite all reason,
despite every vestige of common sense and self-control Dave might
have possessed, he knew that he'd go out of his mind if he couldn't
have more.
Yanking her halter up from beneath, he cupped her breasts in
his palms and put his tongue deep in the little teenager's mouth.
He dropped his shirt before he put his hand into Jacqueline's
shorts. He reached inside her panties, into the back, and he went
down her butt and underneath until he could put a sudden finger up
into Jacqueline's wet cavern from behind.
That made Jacqueline squirm and arch against him, murmuring
his name even as she wanted more, and she was glad when Dave opened
up the zipper on her shorts and let them fall. She did the same
with his cutoffs, and his big dong impressed her with the way it
stuck out through his underwear.
She seemed so very small against him; she felt so very
fragile. He could feel her heart pounding beneath his fingertips,
and his hunger built with every frantic beat. Images rushed
through his mind of making love to Jacqueline, provocative,
tempestuous images that were every bit as dangerous as the
storm-tossed sea outside.
Jacqueline dropped her panties and just left them on the
floor. He pulled down on his shorts, and he looked much better than
before. They sank onto his bed together and Dave used his hand on
her to make her wet and ready for his shaft. She was already
prepared for him, but still it felt divine.
He could take her now, he realized. Right here, on this bed,
before either of them would realize exactly how it had happened, he
could be buried deep inside her, losing himself in her silken
warmth, claiming her, possessing her even as he was possessed.
It would be so easy. It was so damn tempting. It was what he
was going to do.
Jacqueline opened up her legs and raised her knees, and Dave
entered her moist heat with care and grace. He was more gentle
than Joel was, but if he used less force he had his point. He was
harder, maybe longer; surely longer-lasting in her. That slow
careful motion built her upward higher than with Joel, and the
finish hit Jacqueline harder, as did Dave at the end.
After they rested they dressed and went out again to talk with
some others who lived in the group house. Then they went to dinner
together and back to the beach-house.
Kay stayed in her room that day except to grab a quick dinner,
and later she talked a little with Karen and Charlie (and
Jacqueline and Dave, who came in later) but still she turned in
early. She was very uncomfortable. While Kay was acting more
civilized now, Jacqueline was still annoyed with her.
Charlie and Karen were not far behind Kay in turning in, but
they found better things to do than sleep, at least at first. Though
Karen was happy that Charlie wore her out again in the best
way -- from the inside out.
Jacqueline thought about having Dave screw her right there on
the couch and hope that Kay would wander in, but she realized her
bed would be much better.
It was, and it was better still than his small bedroom had
been. On that and every other night until she went home in two
weeks.
Kay stayed unhappy the whole time.
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