Florence
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - With Cat 4 Hurricane Florence bearing down, a celebrity teen and her stunning older sister knock on the door of 18-year-old Jake and take refuge in his parent's home in Myrtle Beach, SC, not knowing that a coming-of-age love story was being birthed by the massive storm. Is it a one-time fling, a cherry-picking, or might something further develop? ON BESTSELLER LIST AT BOOKAPY FOR THIRD WEEK IN A ROW!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Sister Group Sex First Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
“Sorry, oh my god, I’ll be right back,” and heard the giggles of the young pop star behind him, fading as he added some distance, thankful for the darkness of the house.
As Jake approached his room he took note of the howling. It was an excruciatingly slow-moving storm, barely five miles per hour, so he knew that the entire day ahead would be filled with more buffeting and pounding surf.
He found some shorts and slipped them on, and then saw the sketchbook where Jenna had left it and without further musing, so as not to let doubtful thoughts enter his mind, Jake grabbed it and headed back to the living room.
He found Jenna sitting up with the blanket wrapped all around her. First turning on a lamp next to the sofa, flooding the area with soft light, Jake then sat down and put the sketchbook on his lap.
“I’ve already seen those drawings of your sweetheart, Jake,” said Jenna, a little mockingly.
“No,” said Jake, an exhale of breath as he spoke the rest, “no, you haven’t. I can’t believe I’m doing this...”
Jake opened the book and quickly skipped through some pages until he was on a blank page. He looked over at Jenna, who looked back inquisitively.
Jake looked back at the book, silently a great debate raging within him.
“What?” asked Jenna.
“Okay,” said Jake, softly.
He flipped a couple of more pages until a drawing appeared. Jenna instantly recognized it as herself. She reached over and took the book and put it on her lap so she could see it better.
It was her, walking down the beach, hand-in-hand, with Jake. The detail in this sketch far exceeded the others that she had seen. She turned the page and had a slightly audible intake of breath. The two of them were kissing, on the beach. Not a friendly kiss, but a kiss that lovers shared, hands grasping faces and intertwined with hair.
Jenna looked over at Jake who was just staring at the book. She waited a couple of seconds for him to look up, and when he didn’t, she looked down and went to the next page.
They were laying in the sand in the night sky, the dune grass obscuring them from the view of passersby. They were naked. They were making love, and, little heart bubbles were floating around them.
Jenna felt Jake shift and look toward her.
“Jenna,” he started, “I’m ... well, I--”
Jake never finished that sentence as Jenna’s lips covered his, muting his voice and providing ample reason for him to cease and desist.
She pushed back on him and he reclined, Jenna on top. After a moment she broke the kiss and pulled her head back slightly.
“Jake, please don’t interrupt. I need to say something. I am a virgin, it is true, but I want that to end here and now IF you are willing. I don’t know if I’ll be any good, I mean, I’ve watched some porn, haha, but honestly, I’ve had one boy touch my breasts and that’s it, so, if you’re willing to experiment with me, and be gentle and if you do think I’m pretty and you aren’t just saying--”
This time it was Jake who ended the speech by pulling Jenna down to him for a kiss.