Chapter 1

(Gina)

Let me tell you the story of my first and only love. It was the day after I turned twelve, when my father took me and my big sister to the lake. We did it every year, but this year was special, so my dad said. Kasey had just graduated High School and was off to college, and it would be the last summer we had together as a family.

“What are you girls going to do first?” My dad said, mostly to fill the void of silence in the car.

Kasey just grumbled something about rock climbing, but I was most excited about going sailing for the first time alone.

“Last year they said I could go out on my own, finally!” I chirped.

“I bet you tip over and get eaten by an alligator.” Kasey sneered at me.

“There are no alligators in Wisconsin, stupid!”

“Girls! Please, this is the last time we will truly have a family vacation. Mom wouldn’t want to see us fighting like this.” Dad said. He always invoked mom to get us to behave, and it worked. We lost mom to cancer four years ago, and the hole she left still hurts. Kasey took it the hardest, which is why I don’t take her being mean personally. She was always like my mom, where I took after dad. She was the sporty type, being a cheerleader and in soccer at the same time. I, on the other hand, was the book nerd type. Dad got me into fantasy and science fiction when I was little, and even taught me to program, but that was before mom died.

Dad tried to keep it from us, but I know that mom’s medical bills took out all of the nest egg they put together, which wouldn’t be so bad if he was able to keep his job, but he lost it in the shuffle when the company he worked for let go key positions in order to meet calls for a “more diverse workforce,” whatever that means.

Things weren’t great, but they were better than most. We had to move into a new, smaller house, and our car went from a nice one with leather seats to a little bit of a rusty one that used a crank to roll down the windows, which also was the only form of air conditioning, but things could be so much worse.

Kasey at least got a full scholarship, which is good because dad couldn’t make enough in his consulting job, but I really wish she would see that things were not so bad, and were going to get better.

When we passed the two fake totem poles that marked the entrance to the campsite, I suddenly got the feeling that this summer would be amazing. I felt it deep in my bones.

Our car snaked up the dirt road past all the cabins. We used to say in them when mom was still alive, but now we are going to set up tents. When dad told us, Kasey threw a fit that could have leveled a small city if dad didn’t promise that she would have her own tent. I had to share with dad, but I was fine with that. At least I wouldn’t get choked out by the gallons of perfume that usually accompanied my sister, and the inevitable enhancement of bug spray that was to come. Instead, I would get the chance to finish my book, a new one about werewolves that I got on my tablet.

This new book was my addiction. I got though half of it on the ride up, and it turns out that it was a romance book to boot. Not the normal, sweet kind of kid romance, but the hot, adult kind that would get me in super big trouble if my dad caught on. Thankfully, while he used to be really hard on Kasey, I was always the good girl. He wouldn’t care even if he caught me hanging out with boys.

Not that I was interested in boys. I mean, there was still a little bit of an icky factor still present, but there was something about this book that made me feel a tingle in my belly. I would love to feel that zing of electricity, like the characters in the book felt when they fell in love. I would like to know what it felt like to feel a boy’s tongue in my mouth, even though the thought of any of the boys in my class doing that was gross. Maybe if I met a boy like the one on the cover of the e-book, the kind with muscles who was rich and strong. The kind who would toss me over his shoulder and carry me back into his cabin in the woods and rip my panties to shreds and put his mouth…

“We’re here.” My dad announced, shaking me from my dirty thoughts. He looked over his shoulder to me. “Gina, you look flushed. Are you all right?”

Oh, crap. “No. I just think I need fresh air, that’s all.” I stammered out.

“Well, then get out and help me with the tent. That should get you plenty of fresh air. Then we can get our swimsuits on and enjoy our time.”

I looked over at my sister. She had that look on her face that didn’t fill me with a warm, sisterly feeling.

“You can help dad, I’m going to look around.”

Before I could protest, she was out the door and off.

It took an hour to set up the tent, but when we were done, dad walked off to get firewood, leaving me to my own devices. I pulled out my backpack from the back of the car and grabbed my new swimsuit, my very first bikini that my dad finally let me buy after weeks of debate. It wasn’t skimpy or anything. It was green and held together with strings, but not very stringy at all. It certainly covered all the things I needed to be covered, which is a good thing because stuff has been growing. My hips in particular have started making my jeans a little tighter than they used to be, and let’s just say the training bra I used to have has been switched out for something that isn’t used for training anymore. While nothing to write home about, it was something.

I grabbed one of the folding lounge chairs and made my way to the little beach near the tent site. Unfolding it, and throwing a towel over it, I relaxed and pulled out my tablet.

“His lips pushed into my folds, sucking my clit and pulling pleasure from every nerve in my body. I gasped as his fingers probed my center until the electric jolts shot up my spine and I moaned out, grabbing his strong muscled arm like it was a branch in the flood of ecstasy that threatened to sweep me away. My boss chuckled at the sounds I was making, and I felt it through my body…”

I could feel the tingle back in my crotch as I read the steamy, forbidden words. I fantasized about being the young intern being dominated by the hot boss. I had an urge to slip my hand to try and smother the heat building between my legs, when a shadow blocked out the sun.

“Hey, long time no see, Gina.”

I looked up. I didn’t recognize the voice, since it was deeper than I remember it, but the face was instantly recognizable. Jack Worrington. Specifically, Jack Worrington the Third. When I last saw him, he was lanky nerd with thick glasses. Now? Holy shit!

He was taller. The coke bottle glasses were nowhere to be seen, leaving his eyes bare to the world, crystal blue and dreamy. His hair is spiky without trying. His jaw line is so sharp I swear it could cut diamond. Where the fuck did those muscles come from! He must be what, fourteen now? No fourteen year old has any right to be sporting a six pack! Where was the dorky friend I made two years ago? Why does he have nothing on but swim short standing in front of a girl who is already hot and bothered? It’s indecent, just like the thoughts he was inspiring involving…

Never mind.

“Jack? Is that you?” I said.

“Who else would it be?”

I blushed. Wait, blushing? When have I ever blushed because a boy was talking to me?

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. He didn’t seem to notice that my body was practically begging to climb him like a tree. If he did it would be super embarrassing. I’ve never had these thoughts before, but I can only attribute them to my new found love of reading romance stories, and I didn’t know if I liked it or not. All I knew is I like the Jack I was looking at right now.

“You look… Different.” I said. I don’t want him to know that my lying before him and him standing over me made me feel vulnerable in a way I have never felt before. He could do anything he wants to me, and I would have let him if it was those things in my book.

He ran his hand through his hair. Dammit, Jack, stop being so sexy!

“Well, my dad decided I should get contacts, and join the wrestling team. Something about following in his footsteps.” Jack sighed. “At least I’m not the only one who changed. You look different too.” He smiled.

“Different how?”

“You look more… Feminine.” At my glare he quickly added, “Feminine in a good way.”

I decided to take the compliment, though I had a strange pull to tease him. I liked that I could fluster him with just a look. It made me feel powerful to have that ability to make this powerful guy who I’m not entirely sure couldn’t just pick me up and carry me off react to me like that.

“Want to swim in the lake?” He offered. I was starting to feel a little hot, in more ways than one, so I nodded. He took my hand and I felt a zing of electricity prickle where he grabbed. Just like in my book.

Just want to say I'm enjoying your work very much. I confess I started reading your other piece on here, got distracted and forgot to finish it. Definitely going to correct that now.

>Tags are for suckers anyway.

Interesting that you say that. I was lashed severely for neglecting to tag a particular element of my piece, although I did tag the main theme.

Anyway, thanks for the entertaining stories. Looking forward to updates!

>>25724

"I was lashed severely for neglecting to tag a particular element of my piece"

I'm into some weird shit. That only excites me. :P

Honestly I just have no plan with this. So putting tags in outside of what I have will be making promises I can't keep... Like that other story we won't mention. I have the next chapter in the works now. Thank you for enjoying my work. It keeps my motivation up when I just want to be lazy, knowing that someone out there looks forward to my perverted tales of young love.

Arrrg! A month and no update

>>25772
Sorry about that. I got a little sick (if you call Viral Pneumonia causing a hospital stay a little sick). The vile spawn of plague rats I call my nephews are now banned from the house until such time as proper quarantine techniques can be implemented.

Look for an update in a few days.

Update: Saturday is the next chapter release. After that you are probably looking at a few months while I finish my first book.

(Jack)

I barely could keep my eyes from looking over Gina. She was my best friend, but now I feel things that I can’t quite explain. She grew curves and looked softer than I remember. Her budding breasts drew my eye as she chased me into the water.

The cool water was refreshing as I dove in. The dark brown, murky water rushed around me as I took a few strokes, popping out of the water and I relaxed into a languid float. After the last year, I didn’t want to think about anything but the peace that swimming, and maybe my newfound confusion in Gina, instilled into me.

My mind and stomach pulled me in two different ways. I spent the last two years fulfilling all the dreams my father had for me. He wanted me to wrestle, so I joined the team in my high school, even though Freshmen never get in. He wanted me to win, so I spent every spare moment that I didn’t use studying to make sure I was on the Honor Roll, working out in the gym so that I was the strongest on the team. I focused every ounce of my energy to make my father proud of me.

Too bad I was starting to realize that perfection in everything is an impossible task, and my father would only be proud of perfection. I win my match, and I could have won it better. I am the top of my class, but I should be the top of my school. Nothing will ever be good enough, but I try anyway because that is what a good son has to do.

“Hey, space cadet!” A splash of cold water crashed down on me, as the deep honey eyes of the only thing on Earth that could distract me from my overbearing father glowed in the afternoon sun. She looked like an angel. “You gonna swim or ignore me?”

“I was just gonna ignore you-” a second splash of water shot at me but I ducked out of the way. “Oh, you’re dead.”

I lunged at Gina, but she squealed and spun out of the way, shooting into the water and swimming with all her might into deeper water. I gave chase and it was all I could do to keep up with her. There was no way I could lose to her in anything physical and yet she started pulling away from me. Yes, she was skinny, but there wasn’t anything about her that screamed athletic.

She made it to the other side of the lake well before I did, and I was out of breath by the time I was able to stand up on the overgrown bank. A little ways to the right was an abandoned dock that blew away from the campground beach a few years ago. It was stuck on some rocks and left when the camp decided to just build a new dock. Gina shot out of the water and up onto the half floating dock and flopped down into the sun. I was out of breath, and she was barely breathing hard.

“How the hell did you get so fast?”

She opened an eye and smirked at me. “My sister says I’m part fish.”

She stretched out, and it only pressed her breasts up, stretching the bikini top and giving me an outline of a hard nipple under the wet fabric. I could feel myself getting hard, and I took the opportunity to sit on the side of the dock, so that she couldn’t see the tent I was pitching.

"So, what your sister been up to?"

"I don't know, she's been really tough lately."

I could believe it. I saw her going up towards the cabins, her nose practically buried in the text messages she passed by me. Even though she looked like something was up with her, I knew that if Kasey was here, Gina was here to, and I really wanted to see Gina. Looking at her now, I didn't realize how happy it would make me to see her. I could look at this beautiful girl all day and never get bored.

"I saw her earlier," I said, "it looked like she was dealing with some stuff."

"Yeah, it's probably that she's going to college soon. I think she's really stressed out, but I don't think she'll ever want to admit it." Gina sighed, turning over to look at me. With her lying like that, it made her hips jut out. It gave her a sensual look that did things to me. It felt like my heart was trying to escape out of my throat. For some reason, it was taking every ounce of willpower to not just grab her right then and there and bury myself in her soft flesh. Just being near her made me feel predatory, and vulnerable, and I hoped that she didn't think I was a creep for staring. I wanted to stare at her all day.

Her cheek was resting on her hand, and her wet, chocolate brown hair draped down like a curtain. It was an odd contrast with her pale skin, but it was an alluring contrast. "And what about you? What have you been up to?"

She gave me a dreamy look. "Oh nothing. Mostly reading."

"Reading? What you like to read these days? Knowing you, I'm gonna guess either fantasy or sci-fi."

She blushed, and goddamn made me want to kiss her.

"Actually, I've been reading a lot of things."

"Like?"

Her hand came up and she started playing with her hair. It was just then that I realized how close we had gotten. I could smell her, and she was the intoxicating scent. If one of us just leaned a little closer we would be kissing. I really wanted to kiss her. Hell, I wanted to wrap myself in her. I could hear my blood pounding in my ears, and I could feel my breath deep and as I inhaled every bit of her. Her eyes were dilated, and much bigger than they'd ever been. She always had large eyes, but right now they look like they could swallow me whole.

She licked her lips, and I wanted nothing more than to lick them to, to taste her tongue on my lips. We were so close I could feel the warmth of her breath. It made me feel fuzzy, and lightheaded, and I thought that this must be how drunk must feel like. I felt myself falling forward, but just before her lips touched-

"Gina! Where are you, sweetie?"

The sound of her dad's voice shattered the spell. We jerked back reluctantly. "Great, perfect timing." She said, trying, but failing, to mask the disappointment in her voice. I was disappointed too, but at least I knew I was having the same effect on her as she was on me.

"I guess we should swim back, then."

We swim our way back, but nowhere near as quickly years we had when we got out to the abandoned dock. Her dad was waiting for us, and when he saw me a big smile shot across his face.

"Well as I live and breathe. Jack, how's it going? What's it been, three years?"

"Yes, sir," I said, "I was just catching up with Gina."

He gave me a hard look. I thought for a moment that he could see the attraction I had for his daughter, and that he disapproved, but as he stared me down he said; "Please, call me George.'Sir' makes me feel old."

We all laughed and chatted about nothing in particular as I helped Gina gather up her towel and tablet. Her dad grabbed lounge chair and we made our way back to their campsite. He offered me a bottle of water, but I begged off. "I think it's time I got back to my dad. I think I'll stop by and hang out a little later, though."

We said our goodbyes, and I couldn't help but take a second look at Jean as I walked away. I don't know for was my raging teenage hormones, but I decided right then and there that Gina was the most beautiful girl in the world, and it was going to be incredibly hard to keep my emotions in check around her. Honestly, I really didn't think I wanted to keep them in check around her. There was only one thing keeping me second-guessing, and when I got back to the cabin and looked up to see who was waiting for me, that one thing became obviously clear. My dad.

Well, looks like I have another chapter in the works sooner than expected. Keep an eye out for the next drop in a few days.

Chapter 2

(Jack)

My dad looked down at me from the porch, and I could already tell from his glare that this was going to be a lecture. He pushed his glasses up his nose, which always looked a little too small for his head, and took in a deep breath as if to calm himself.

“Where were you?”

“I was spending some time with a friend,” I said in a measured tone. When my dad got like this I knew it was best to hold my cards as close to my chest as possible. That way, when the inevitable shoe on the other foot dropped, I wouldn't have as far to dig myself out of whatever hole I got myself into.

“And, who would that friend be?”

“You remember Gina? The girl I used to play with when we came up here with-” I didn't finish the sentence. I was about to say “with mom”but I knew several times I brought her up it never turned out well. “When we used to come appear more often.”

“You mean Gina Murdoch? George's little girl?”

I nodded. "Yeah, she, her dad, and her sister all got here earlier today. I was just down there to say hi and catch up.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “And did you forget to get your workout in?”

I tried to smile. “Yes, Gina and I went swimming in the lake. We made it all the way to the dock and back.”

My dad nodded to himself, and then he pinned me to the spot with his gaze. “While it's good that you got your workout in, I don't want you spending time with that girl. Girls are a distraction that you can't afford right now. I'm good to go pick up some food, I want you to finish at least one of your AP summer assignments by the time I get back.”

With that, he was gone. He just walked right past me like I didn't even exist. It took a while for my brain to catch up to what my ears just heard. Who the hell was he! I was in every with a overachiever he wanted me to be, and yet that's still wasn't good enough for him!

Fuming, I walked back into the cabin.

The cabin had two rooms, a living room with attached kitchen and a bedroom. My father took the bedroom, making me sleep on the sofa in the living room. I tried to lie down and found that my legs already poked well off. That night was going to be horrible.

After a few attempts to do my summer assignments I finally gave up and threw the books into my suitcase. There was no way I could get my assignments done with the pounding beat in my ears. Can’t afford a distraction! Gina wasn’t a distraction. She was my best friend and the only distraction was the fact that I couldn’t spend more time with her outside of these few summer moments, and the moments have been getting fewer and fewer over time. No, what was distracting was the fact that my father couldn’t help being a total asshole to me every waking day.

I decided that moment I was done with his overbearing, dismissive bullshit attitude with me. It wasn’t my fault that mom was gone and I sure as hell was done with bearing that fucking cross for him. I threw the screen door to the cabin open and walked out into the crisp evening air. I could smell the smoky ash of dozens of camp fires, and the sound of adults laughing and drinking beers while young children scream and holler at whatever bugs they happened to catch. I know, I used to be one of those kids, alongside Gina and her sister. It was happier times.

Instead of going to the bonfires, I took a hard left to the secluded darkening of the woods. I needed to be alone to think, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to find peace in that cabin. I followed the path until I came to a clearing that flanked a stream. There was a small cave entrance that was uncovered by a mud slide a few years ago that connected to the Black Hills Caves. The wonderful thing about this particular cave entrance was that it hasn’t been mapped yet, so I knew no one would find me here. The only three people who knew about it were myself, Gina and her sister, and we sure as hell didn’t intend to tell anyone about it.

Inside the cave there is a slight bend that contains an alcove. It was the perfect place to lie back and rest since it felt almost tailor made to lie down on. Even the stone was smoothed by what must have been eons of water slowly carving it to a near glass like polish. I kicked my feet up and listened to the quiet sounds of air moving in a low whisper through the endless caverns that receded into the depths of the earth.

After what felt like mere moments, I was awakened by a sound. I must have fallen asleep since the twilight had given way to darkness, but there was a slight glow coming further up the cave. Someone was there. As I rounded the slight corner I could see who it was.

In the pale light of her tablet was Gina, sitting just inside the entrance to keep away from the curtain of rain that was just outside the entrance to the cave. She was turned slightly away from me, and didn’t notice me watching her. Her hair was slightly damp, probably from getting caught in the rain. Her eyes were focused on the words of the book she was reading, and my eyes were drinking her in like they had spent weeks in a desert and she was an oasis. Her t-shirt was white, and her shorts seemed a little too small for her hips. Slowly, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and as she leaned back, I could see the dark pink of her nipples poking through the thin cotton fabric.

Slowly, as she read on, her fingers inched down to the button on her shorts. Slowly they slipped it out and pushed the zipper down, exposing her white cotton panties hiding just underneath. Slowly, her hand slipped under her panties, pushing the little pink bow on the front into the air as if it was trying to give me a wave.

I had to stop myself from trying to wave back.

I watched from my hiding spot as her fingers probed the apex of her legs. In the glow of the tablet I could see the blush forming as her eyes scanned back and forth as she became totally absorbed in the story she was reading. Her fingers looked like they were making circling motions and she began to suck in air in cute little squeak like gasps that made my dick twitch. To be honest, I was as hard as diamond.

Her movements became more frantic and her squeaks started to get louder. Her eyes closed as she let out a moan, nearly falling off of the rock she was on when she clamped her legs together as she came. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my life. Taking in her curves in that sexy as hell swimsuit was nothing to watching, and hearing, a girl come.

I hate to admit it, loathe it, even, but my father was right. Girls were certainly a distraction. A wonderful, beautiful, mesmerizing distraction. I decided right then and there I was going to make her mine. There was no way I was going to go to her right now. I would just hide here until she moved on, and tomorrow I would start on making her fall for me. I could do anything that I put my mind to, and my mind was laser focused on Gina Murdoch.

At least that was the plan until I turned to go back to the alcove and my stupid foot kicked a rock, making it skitter across the floor loud enough to wake the fucking dead!

The Fucking Dead, erotic spin-off of The Walking Dead?

>>25861
To be honest, I never got into the show. I bailed after the first two episodes where it became clear it was going to be less awesome zombie killing and more soap opera drama bullshit with a light dusting of mediocre zombie killing.

Oh, next bit is being worked on. Give me a few weeks and you shall have some steamy scenes in your future.

Update: If you have followed my stuff you know there are times I write a full chapter, decide it sucks, delete it and start over to make it better. This is one of those times.