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As we walked up the trail to where we left the car it was obvious we were both weary from our intense afternoon of lovemaking. Before returning to the city I knew the perfect place down the coast to take Jackie for a special dinner.
I swung the car into a parking lot next to a small wooden restaurant that was perched on the rocks above the water. It always seemed to me to look like something that had washed ashore during a severe storm, and just sort of stayed there. The sign on the roof read, John The Beachcomber's – Come in and get the Crabs. The locals simply refer to it as, "John The Beach Bum's."
John's been the closest friend I have ever had. Ever since we were in grade school together. At our young ages we seemed to have something in common. We were both misfits to a small degree and we were both being raised by single mothers at a difficult time in our lives. I guess it was natural for us to become friends. Even at a young age John managed to live a life that was very different from the rest of the world and I liked that about him.
As Jackie and I walked up the stairs to the front door I realized that John was probably the only person I knew who would somehow understand what was happening between her and myself and I was anxious to introduce Jackie to him.
I just wasn't sure at that moment if I would introduce her to him as my sister or...just Jackie.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoI still love this story. I accept that it is not perfect but feel that is written from the heart. I'm not sure that I want it to end.
Anonymousover 4 years agoThis is the second time I have read this story. I stopped mid way through the chapter. I remembered the story and found it to depressing to continue. I found some aspects of my own life and could not continue. Thank you
Anonymousabout 9 years agoToo much erotic for me, erotic tits,, erotic ass,, erotic mouth,, fuck what isnt erotic
Good luck, I will go find something that is not quite so erotic
Anonymousalmost 10 years agoMaybe this is just me, but I feel that the word "erotic" is... well, unusual. Special. You use it A LOT, and that dilutes it. In a lot of cases, there are many other words you could use... her legs were sensuous, slender, lithe, supple, toned, smooth, curvaceous, sexy. Erotic also has a jarring rhythm and works best in places where you WANT to interrupt the rhythm - "erotic image" has a nice alliteration and feels definitively final, like the end of a sentence should be.
Also, it wouldn't hurt if you'd get someone to proofread and/or edit your stories. "Sheer" is how you'd describe excitement (or a see-through fabric). Shear is something scissors do.
That said, I've enjoyed your stories and I surely hope that you'll keep writing them.
Anonymousalmost 17 years agowhy leave us hanging its a great story please finish it with different last names they could get married no one in his town knows her so they wouldn't know they were siblings
