The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Award-winning erotic adventure of a lifetime, with two good friends fulfilling one's bucket list item in the wilds of Arizona. White-water rafting the Colorado river is daring; when it's at an all-time high, it becomes a face-off with death, where an unlikely hero surfaces. Mixed with lots of sex, romance and a splash of humor, this romp is a thriller AND explains the author's pen name origin! You can view reader's comments over at Bookapy.
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We got back into rhythm and quickly moved the passenger-depleted raft to the shore where Katie jumped out and took a rope that was attached to the front of the craft and tied it to a large metal rod stuck in the sand.
Jamie’s parents were climbing out of the raft and Katie helped them.
“Listen to me,” she began, her voice firm and confident, “Jake is the best swimmer I know. He’ll rescue your daughter and you’ll all be fine, believe me. Now come with me,” she continued, herding the two of them toward some rocks, “and we’ll climb up here to get a better view.”
I looked back to see if I could spot any of them, to no avail. Opening the large plastic chest that Katie straddled when in command of the raft, I found a pair of binoculars. I got out of the boat and joined them on the rocks. The young couple was huddled below, shivering. I saw the guy pull out a cell phone; good luck getting reception down here, I thought to myself.
“Here, see if this helps,” I said to Katie, handing her the optics. She smiled slightly and took them, focusing back along the river, looking for any sign of them.
A moment later a couple of things happened. First, the sun crested the ridge and lit up the Canyon in all its glory. Including the river. Second, Katie called out, “I see ... them. I see all of them!” A group hug ensued.
When asked why we didn’t go to them by Jamie’s dad, Katie had replied that the river’s current was too swift and we’d just get pulled further downstream and thus further away, that we needed to just wait and be patient.
It took them about ten or so minutes to reach us. Before then, Jake and Katie’s communication devices crackled as they got within range of each other.
Jamie was okay, he said, but was unconscious and not breathing when Rich got to her. He had flipped her over and began mouth-to-mouth while the both of them were floating down the river.
By the time Jake got to them, an exhausting swim against the steady current, Jamie was awake. She had a nasty cut on her head; Rich was stemming the flow with one hand and stroking toward shore with the other.
Jake had taken over, his powerful stroke bringing him and Jaime to shore quicker than Rich, who was laboring now. But he made it too; I waded into the water to help him out.
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