Jean-Luc Cheri [Cheri - First Time Tales - Stranded

FIRST TIME TALES - STRANDED

by

Jean-Luc Cheri

AMAZON EDITION

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Eradygm Publishing on Amazon

First Time Tales - Stranded

Copyright 2013 by Eradygm Publishing

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Book description:

An erotic novella.

Its 1968, and 18-year-old Chrissie is inexperienced when it comes to guys. Her best friend, Becky, convinces her to join her on a beach vacation, with the promise of having some fun with the opposite sex. But when a hurricane strikes and leaves her stranded and nearly alone, it turns into a night of passion that will change her life forever.

Contains graphic descriptions of sex. Adults only.

27,139 words, or 109 standard pages, in length. (Not including supplementary material)

Table of Contents

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First Time Tales Stranded

Note: Because of Amazons new stricter policy for book titles, descriptions, and covers, Ive had to edit several of my books. This story was formally titled, Virgin Tales Stranded. The actual content of the stories havent changed. I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused for my readers.

The memories of my first time still stay with me, even though it happened back in 68, almost forty-five years ago. Those were simpler days, when girls didnt have access to the internet or iPhones like the girls of today, who learn everything there is to know about sex before they turn twelve.

I was barely eighteen at the time, and very nave. My parents were religiously straight-laced, and avoided the subject of sex completely, other than insisting that boys were bad, and I should stay away from them. The little I could pick up from my friends was fragmented and confusing, leaving me with surging hormones and desires I had no clue how to handle.

Being a pretty girl, I captured the attention of plenty of boys, but my parents warnings stuck, and all of the boys efforts to get closer to me ended in failure.

Even though the circumstances surrounding my deflowering were unusual, not to mention my partner, I consider myself lucky to have had such a wonderful and caring introduction to the world of sexual pleasure. I wouldnt trade it for anything. And although he would never admit it, my husband of thirty-nine years benefitted from my sensual attitude towards sex that was instilled in me by my first lover.

It all started with my friend, Becky, and her invitation to join her family for their vacation at the beach

Come on, Chrissie, you have to go. If you dont, Im going to be stuck there with all those kids and my brothers. Itll be horrible.

But isnt it going to be too crowded?

A little, but were renting a huge beach house, with lots of rooms. You and I can share one. If you dont come, Ill probably have to share one with my nieces. Becky stuck her finger her mouth and pretended to gag.

How many people are going?

My parents, me, my three brothers, and each of their wives and kids.

How many kids?

Lets see, she said, her brow furrowing in concentration. Danny has four kids, Matt has two, and Steve has one, but shes just a little baby.

I did the math in my head. Thats sixteen people. In one house?

Its a big house. I promise, well have fun.

But Ill be there for my eighteenth birthday.

She grinned. I know. Itll be exciting. My mom will make you a cake.

I just dont know, Becky.

Come on! And besides, well probably meet some guys.

I felt a flutter in my stomach. Guys?

Yeah, you remember I told you about Vinny, who lives down there, and how he kissed me?

Yeah.

He has plenty of friends. Maybe youd like one of them.

I dont know.

Chrissie, Im just talking about a kiss, not going all the way. Loosen up a little.

I knew that the possibility of meeting guys down there should have sealed my decision not to go, but, for some reason, I felt all weird inside when I thought about it.

You sure your mom and dad wont mind?

She smiled. Of course not. They told me I could bring someone.

Ill ask my parents then.

Great!

So, a week later, Becky and I were in the rear-facing seat of her parents station wagon as we made the five-hour trip to Longbow Beach. Halfway through the drive, we stopped for a fast-food meal.

You two were being quiet back there, Mr. Warren said, as we enjoyed our hamburgers.

Bob, his wife said, Youre just used to going to the beach with the boys. She turned to me. Chrissie, you should have seen it. Those three older boys tormented their little sister all the way down. All we heard was screaming and yelling and crying coming from the back. I swear to God, there were times I wanted to pull over and leave them all on the side of the road.

I laughed. Im glad were not as much trouble then.

Becky had been a late baby, born when her youngest brother was nine. The boys were only a year apart, and had teamed together to pick on her as she grew older.

Theyre still mean to me, Becky said.

Only because they care about you, her mom replied.

Right.

Speaking of your brothers, Mr. Warren said, Danny and Marcia are

Mrs. Warren quickly put her hand on her husbands arm and gave him a sharp look, stopping him in mid-sentence.

What about Danny? Becky asked.

Nothing for you to worry about, dear, her mother replied. She gave Mr. Warren another look, and he stared down at the table, chagrined.

I glanced between them, feeling awkward, like I was eavesdropping on a personal family matter.

After lunch, we piled back into the car and resumed our journey. Although Becky and I had spent the first half of the trip chatting happily, now she was subdued.

You ok? I asked.

Yeah.

Whats wrong?

She shrugged.

Becky, what is it?

My brother.

Danny?

Yes.

Whats wrong with him?

Becky peeked back to the front to make sure her parents werent listening, then spoke in a low voice.

I think him and his wife are getting a divorce.

I gaped in shock. Danny?

She nodded, and I could see her eyes getting moist.

But Danny is one of the nicest people I know, I said.

He is. Its that wife of his, Marcia. Shes a Becky paused and dropped her voice lower. bitch.

I shook my head, not believing this. No one I knew had gotten a divorce. It just wasnt done. But they have four kids.

Doesnt matter. All they do is fight. A few weeks ago at our Fourth of July picnic, they started arguing right in the middle of the yard. It was horrible.

That sucks.

My mom is in denial. I think shes hoping this trip will help them get along better.

Do you think it will?

She shrugged. Dont know. Im not even sure I want them to stay together. I think hed be happier without her. He never smiles anymore.