The Holiday
Copyright© 2023 by Dionysos
Chapter 4: Monday
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4: Monday - This is based on a true story starting in a small industrial town in Yorkshire, England in 1964. Jeff and Jenny were amazed that their parents consented to them going on holiday together. But they were good kids, weren't they?
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual True Story First Oral Sex
On Monday, we again had fun on the beach and swimming. Jenny and I also took a walk, holding hands, further up the beach and away from the town. There were hardly any people there.
“Sue asked me what I thought about saying goodnight in separate bedrooms” Jenny said.
“What did you tell her?” I asked.
“That I’d think about it” she answered.
“What have you thought?” I asked.
“I’d like to spend some time cuddling with you alone, but I’m a bit scared of us being together in your pyjamas and my nightie” Jenny replied. “It’s so sexy!”
“I’ve already promised I would always stop when you ask me to and I always have, but it’s OK if you’re not sure.”
“I think I’ll say yes” Jenny said, after a few minutes. “We are going to find it difficult to be so close to each other when we get home and I don’t want to miss the chance we have this week.”
“I’m really looking forward to a sexy half-hour with you” I replied, smiling.
We walked back to join the others and had our usual lunch. Afterwards, we swam, played ball and had fun applying sun lotion again.
After dinner, we got ready to go to the funfair. Dave and I were in shorts and t-shirts as it was still quite warm. The girls wore miniskirts and blouses. The first thing Dave and I wanted to try was the rifle range. Jenny pleaded with me to win a fluffy teddy bear for her. I paid for the first five pellets for the air rifle and loaded the first. Before moving to Yorkshire, I had my own air rifle and had been in the army cadets so I was pretty confident. There were five targets, looking vaguely like people standing up.
I aimed for the centre target and was not surprised when the pellet missed by a couple of inches above and to the left of the target. Dad had warned me before that the fairground gun barrels were often deliberately bent to reduce the number of hits. I reloaded and, compensating for the bent barrel, hit the centre target. I hit the left two next but only had one pellet left and two targets to get. I tried to hit one target right on the edge, hoping that the pellet would bounce off and hit the other target. It did not work and left one standing. I paid for another five pellets and knocked all of the targets down easily. Dave and the girls cheered but the attendant was not so pleased. He still passed over the teddy bear to Jenny.
We went over to the dodgems next and the girls insisted on driving. They seemed to think that it should have been called crash-ems rather than dodge-ems. Despite chauvinistic comments from us two boys about their driving and the attendant trying to get the girls to go around in roughly the right direction, we all finished up laughing, the girls in fits. Next we tried the Waltzers. We all sat in one car, pulled down the safety bar and got whirled around, up and down for the next ten minutes. The girls especially were loving it and insisted on another go.
After that I suggested the Big Wheel, thinking we could get a snog when we were up at the top. After that we went on the Ghost Ride which was even better for snogging. Finally, we went on the Wave Swinger which was like a carousel with chairs attached to cables, allowing them to swing out and up. Soon after it started, we were going around at high speed way above the ground. The girls loved it but both Dave and I were a bit queasy, much to the girl’s amusement.
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