Florence
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
“Wait! Wait, I didn’t mean that in a snarky way, honest. Look, I’m a virgin, okay? I just thought that with you, with millions of fans, with you being so breathtakingly gorgeous that you’d have your pick of any guys in the world to be your boyfriend, and--” Jake stopped when he saw that Jenna was looking at him with an odd smile on her face.
“So, you think that I should have slept with hundreds of guys just because?” She asked, but there was no edge to her voice. As Jake got ready to reply, she continued.
“You think I’m that pretty? I’ve always thought that my nose was a little too small, my breasts are too small, these stupid freckles, plus Kylie’s looks are devastating compared to--”
“Whoa. Stop there. Jenna?” He waited until he was sure that he had her attention. “You’re the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever seen. Ever. Yeah, Kylie is awesome, but honestly, you’re so pretty that God stopped trying for perfection after he sculpted you. He’d done it. You.”
Jenna was just staring at Jake, a small smile on her face, her eyes slightly watery. She’d always had doubts about herself. Sure, she’d won the awards, and her name was high up now on the Hollywood A-list, but she knew that could be fleeting, and despite all the financial success, whenever she’d run across criticism, whether it was at some website or if some email slipped through that wasn’t filtered by her agent’s staff, or even just some loser shouting something, it was that which she would focus on, bringing back all the doubts from younger years.
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