The Girls
Copyright© 2026 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 2: Reconnecting with Jack
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 2: Reconnecting with Jack - 'THE O'SHEA FAMILY STORY' was going to be the title of my next book. One day,as I was writing another chapter, I realized the word count was approaching Tolstoy's 'War and Peace'! Who has time to read something that long? Not me and I'm retired! I decided to break it up into stand-alone stories. This one is the longest simply because I could not find a good place to cut it in half. The numbers show the chronological order of the story. NOT AI generated, all me.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Fiction
GINGER
It was a Friday; I remember it well. Becky was wanting to make chocolate chip cookies. We had everything but chocolate chips. I told her I would run to the store but only if she went with me. I could not believe she agreed! Since her rape she rarely left the house: she had even stopped working.
Off we went dressed only in jeans, tennis shoes and little summer blouses with just straps on our bare shoulders. Neither of us had on bras. In the store, we grabbed the chips and we were checking out when that blond bitch Amy, started with the lesbian slurs. She asked in a loud voice, “How are the carpet munchers today?”
Come on, give me a break! This is the same girl who has a half black baby girl and does not know where the father is. She is giving us a hard time!?
I am about to get in her face when suddenly there is a hand on my shoulder and a head between Becky and me. It is Jack O’Shea! He is talking to Amy in that calm voice of his. He said something about how we girls should all stick together and take up for one another. He said he has known us all our lives and never heard either of us say a bad word about another person. Amy started saying how sorry she is, but I am not paying her any attention. Becky has grabbed my hand and is squeezing it hard! It is like she is about to have a panic attack! Jack has his other hand on her shoulder and is rubbing it like he is doing to me!! This is not good. She will start crying and screaming any minute now.
Except she doesn’t!!
She starts breathing hard and her mouth is open and I know she is about to have a giant climax! Yes, shy, scared and damaged Becky who can’t even bear to touch her own father is on the verge of climaxing right here in the grocery store!! All I can think of is to grab the change and the chips and push Becky towards the door. Amy was still saying something, but I do not remember what. All I can think of is to get Becky out of the store so nobody will hear her when she starts screaming “YES! YES! Right there! Harder Jack! PLEASE JACK! HARDER!”.
I get her to the car, open the door and push her in. Her hand goes between her legs and she says, “I am so wet, I can’t believe I did that.”
I just look at her and say we have to get out of here before Jack comes out and wants to talk to us. I leave in a hurry and when we get back to Becky’s house we run inside giggling like ten-year-old kids. She goes to her room to change her wet pants, and I go into the kitchen. Mrs. Poff asks what has gotten into Becky? I say “Jack O’Shea”. She wants to know what I mean so I tell her the whole story even about the climaxing. I could always talk to her easier than my mom. My mom was always stricter and more religious than Mrs. Poff. As I was finishing the story Becky came into the kitchen and said, “You told her.” Then we all laughed as Becky turned about three shades of red.
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