First Time Tales - Stranded

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  Marcia looked up at the house. “Kids, let’s go. Get your stuff and get in the car. Andrew, get Linda’s things.”

  Danny stepped forward. “Hold on. You can leave if you want, but they’re having fun here. There’s no reason to take them with you.”

  Marcia gave him a snarky grin. “They’re my children, and they’re coming with me.”

  “They’re my children too.”

  Her grin was fixed on. “We’ll see what the judge has to say about that. Until then, they’re coming with me. Kids, let’s go!”

  “Marcia, just let them stay and have some fun.”

  “Let’s go!” she shouted at the house.

  A few minutes later, the children appeared, carrying their bags and looking sad. Even the youngest one, three year old Linda, was crying as her brother carried her. As Andrew walked by, Danny reached out and took the little girl into his arms.

  “Hey baby,” he said, whispering to his daughter, “it’s going to be all right. No need to cry.”

  The girl settled down somewhat, until Marcia yelled, “Hurry up! Andrew, put your sister in the car.”

  Danny allowed his son to take his daughter, and watched as he buckled her in the back seat. Her cries grew loud again.

  When all the kids were inside, Danny stepped close to his wife. “You fucking bitch. You don’t deserve these kids. If it takes every last penny I have, I swear to God I’m going to get custody of them.”

  Marcia grinned at him. “In your dreams. No judge on earth would separate a mother from her children. See you in court.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Marcia smiled again, and then got in the car. As she drove away, three of the children stared sadly back at their father.

  I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. It just wasn’t fair. Those kids deserved to be with their father. It was obvious he loved them more.

  Matt and Steve came down off the porch, and put their arms around their brother’s shoulder, guiding him back into the house. Mr. and Mrs. Warren, along with the other wives, stood in stunned amazement over what had just happened.

  Becky let out a choked sob, and ran into the house. I found her up in our room, crying into her pillow. I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat on the edge of her bed, caressing her back.

  Chapter 11

  That afternoon, the place got slightly back to normal, although it seemed empty without Danny’s kids. Mr. Warren suggested we all go down to the boardwalk and get some ice cream to brighten our moods a bit. Danny stayed in his room, refusing to go with us, and his brothers eventually gave up and left him alone.

  As Becky and I were enjoying our ice cream on a bench away from the rest of her family, a pair of hands came from behind her and covered her eyes.

  “Guess who?”

  I turned to see who it was, and saw a tall guy with swept back dark hair standing behind her. He glanced over at me, giving me a grin and a wink.

  “Vinny?” Becky said.

  He laughed and removed his hands. “You’re lucky you got it on your first try.”

  She spun around quickly and grinned. “Vinny! It is you!”

  “In the flesh.”

  She moved up to kneel on the bench, and held her arms out. He took her in his embrace, and they hugged tightly. I watched in surprise as his hands slid down her back and came to rest on the pockets of her shorts. I was even more surprised when she didn’t complain about it.

  After they pulled apart, she said, “I’ve been looking for you since Sunday.”

  “I’ve been busy. How you been?”

  “I’ve been good.”

  I watched her eyes carefully. There was something in the way she was looking at him I’d never seen before with her. A sort of eager liveliness.

  “And who’s this sweet thing?” Vinny said, turning to me.

  “This is my best friend, Chrissie,” Becky said.

  “Nice to meet you, Chrissie,” Vinny said, offering his hand.

  I placed my small hand in his. His eyes were a deep blue, and his body was lean. Dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt, he had a predatory look to him that made me a bit nervous and a little excited.

  “Nice to meet you, Vinny,” I said with a grin. “So you’re the guy who kissed Becky last summer?”

  The corners of his lips curled up into a slight smile, and he gave Becky a curious look. She smiled back at him, and then he turned back to me. “Oh yeah, Becky and I had a lot of fun kissing.” The way he stressed the last word made me wonder if I was missing something.

  “Excuse me, can I help you?”

  We turned to see Mr. Warren standing there, staring at Vinny.

  Vinny took a step back and raised his hands slightly. “No sir. Just saying hello to my friends.”

  Mr. Warren rested his hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Move along, slick.”

  “No problem, sir,” Vinny said, and began to back away. He gave Becky one last look, and I turned my attention to her. She was looking back at him with that same starry-eyed expression, and she gave him a slight smile.

  “Becky,” her father said, “that’s exactly the kind of guy I told you to stay away from. It’s plain to see he’s nothing but trouble.”

  “Yes Dad,” Becky said, but she was still watching Vinny walk away, and for a brief moment, she had that same predatory look I had seen in him.

  Chapter 12

  That night, when Becky and I took a walk on the beach, I had the chance to press her with my suspicions.

  “Is there something you want to tell me about Vinny?”

  She gave me a nervous look. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m getting the feeling you two did more than kiss.”

  “Um, why do you think that?”

  “Come on Becky, do you think I’m going to tell someone?”

  “No, it’s not that.”

  “Then what?”

  “I just… I mean, I just didn’t want you to think badly of me.”

  “Why would I think badly of you?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re like, so sweet and innocent. I was afraid you wouldn’t be my friend if I told you.”

  “That’s just silly. We’ll always be friends.”

  “I know, but what we did was pretty bad.”

  I stared at her with wide eyes. “You went all the way?”

  She quickly shook her head. “No, but almost.”

  “What does almost mean?”

  “Well, we were hanging around on the boardwalk with his friends, and then he asked me if I want to go to his house. He said his parents weren’t home and we could be alone. I tell him that I don’t think that’s a good idea, but he says we don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. And he gives me that smile. You’ve seen it.”

  “Yes, I’ve seen it.”

  “So, I say ok, and pretty soon we’re in his bedroom, sitting on the bed. We start making out, and while we’re kissing, his hands are all over me. It felt so good.”

  A funny feeling crept into my stomach as she spoke.

  “So, we’re both pretty wound up, and then he puts his hand down my blouse. I ask him to stop, but I don’t really mean it, and he can tell. So, the next thing I know he had my shorts unbuttoned and his hand in my panties.”

  “No way!”

  “Chrissie, it felt so good, I couldn’t stop. So, he’s touching me, and we’re kissing, and then he undoes his pants, and then he takes my hand and slides it under the waistband of his boxers. Oh my god, he was so big and hard.”

  “You touched him?”

  “Yes. But all the while I’m thinking this will never fit inside of me. I know that’s what he wants to do, and the way I was feeling, I wanted it too. But I was scared it would hurt. So I started to cry.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes. And then he was real sweet, and asked what was wrong, so I told him. He tried to convince me it wouldn’t hurt, but I was adamant. I thought he was going to be mad, but he just smiled and said the
re are other things we could do.”

  “Other things?”

  “That’s what I asked. He told me to trust him, and then he began taking off my clothes. When I was naked, he took off his, and then laid back on the bed. We kissed some more, and it felt so good to feel his skin against mine. After a few minutes, he moved me into a new position.”

  “What position?”

  “Well, he turned me around so I was facing the other way, but I was still on top of him, with my knees straddling his head.”

  “Really?”

  “I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and then he grabbed my butt and pulled me down, kissing me right between the legs.”

  I gasped. “He did what?”

  “And then he did more than kiss. Chrissie, it felt so wonderful. His tongue was everywhere, making me feel things I’d never felt before.”

  “Oh my god.”

  “And then, it felt so good, and his big hard penis was right in front of my face, and I figured if he was doing that to me, I could do something for him.”

  My mind flashed back to what I had seen Jenny do to Matt. “You didn’t!”

  She nodded. “I took him inside my mouth. He really seemed to like it, and I held there as he moved his hips, sliding it in and out. Soon, I was the one moving, bobbing my head up and down, and licking all over it.”

  I was in shock, listening to my friend reveal her secret.

  “And then it happened.”

  “What happened?”

  “It squirted into my mouth.”

  “What? You mean pee?”

  “No, it was creamy white. But I choked and pulled my mouth off, and it squirted a few more times, up into the air and then landed on the bedspread. All the while he was kind of groaning. He had stopped licking me when that happened, but then he started again, and I could feel something happening.”

  “Something happening? What?”

  “Well, it was like a tightening inside of me, and it just got tighter and tighter until I couldn’t take it anymore, and then it kind of exploded.”

  “Exploded?”

  “Yeah, it’s hard to explain, but it felt really, really good, and I was groaning just like he had done. Afterwards, we got dressed, and he was really sweet again, kissing me and walking me back to the boardwalk.”

  “And you never told me all this?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d want to hear it. And I thought you might think I was a slut.”

  “I would never think that.”

  “Um, now that I told you, I should tell you the rest.”

  “There’s more?”

  “Not yet, but I plan on more.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She winced and looked down. “I want to see him again while we’re here.”

  “To do that again?”

  “No. I want to lose my virginity to him.”

  I gaped at my friend. “Becky!”

  “What? I’m eighteen. I want to know what it feels like.”

  “What if you get pregnant?”

  “I brought protection?”

  “Protection?”

  “Yeah. When I was babysitting for Steve and Beth a few weeks ago, I found a box of rubbers in their bedside table. I didn’t think they would miss a couple.”

  I shook my head in amazement. “I can’t believe you’re going to do this.”

  She looked at me hopefully. “You could go with me. I’m sure he could find a friend. And I’d let you have one of the rubbers.”

  I stared at her in shock. “Me? I couldn’t do that!”

  “Sure you could, Chrissie. We could lose it at the same time. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

  I couldn’t believe she was asking me to do this. “Becky, I just can’t.”

  Her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. I won’t bring it up again.”

  “Are you really going through with this?”

  She nodded. “I was having some doubts, but seeing Vinny again today convinced me. Isn’t he dreamy?”

  “He does have something.” I had a sudden image of Vinny lying between my legs, like I had seen Matt do with Jenny, and a visible shudder went through me. “When do you plan on doing this?”

  “Tomorrow. But I’m going to need your help.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes. If I go down to the boardwalk alone, my parents will be suspicious. So I need you to go with me.”

  “And then what?”

  “If we run into Vinny, I’ll let him know what I want.”

  “What if he wants it right then?”

  She smiled. “Then you’re going to have to entertain yourself at the boardwalk for a little while.”

  I sighed. “Ok. You sure about this?”

  “Very.”

  “Sounds like a plan then. But if I’m going to do this, I’m going to need to hear all the details afterwards.”

  She grinned. “Of course.”

  At dinner, Mr. Warren announced that the latest forecast predicted the hurricane would miss us to the north, and that it looked like our day at the waterpark was still on. He didn’t seem happy that the tickets he had bought for Marcia and her children would go to waste, but he brightened up when Matt reminded him he could try to sell them at the park.

  Danny came down to join us for dinner, but he just sat silently, picking at his food. I could tell his mother wanted to say something to him, but she kept it to herself. I felt bad for him, and wished there was something I could do to cheer him up.

  Chapter 13

  Thursday morning, as Becky and I lay in the sun, I questioned her more about her previous encounter with Vinny. I was particularly interested in the stuff that came out of him.

  “What did it taste like?”

  It was kinda salty and bitter, but not too bad.”

  “How much was there?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I mean, was it a cupful?”

  “No, a lot less than a cupful. Maybe a few tablespoons.”

  I mulled this over. “What was it like, to have his thing in your mouth?”

  “It was nice, actually. I didn’t think I would like it, but I was surprised. The best thing about it was how it was making him feel good. It was kinda cool to know I could have that effect on him.”

  I nodded in understanding. And then I wondered if Vinny would like it if I let him put it in my mouth.

  “How about what he did to you? Explain how that felt again?”

  “It’s so hard to describe. It’s like a buildup of pleasure, getting more and more intense, and then it just kinda bursts inside, like a popped balloon.”

  “And he had is face pressed against you down there?”

  “Yes. When I thought about it afterwards, I was a little embarrassed. But while it was happening, I didn’t think like that at all. It just was wonderful, and I felt so close to him.”

  “Are you still afraid it will hurt?”

  “A little. But I’ve asked around, and from what I can tell, it should fit.”

  “Are you nervous?”

  “Yeah. I feel all fluttery down there.”

  I got up off my chair. “I’m going to take a quick swim before we go back inside.”

  “Don’t go too far. Dad warned me there might be a riptide because of the storm.”

  “No problem.”

  I walked into the rough surf, enjoying the feeling of the sand squishing up between my toes. When the water reached my waist, I could feel the power of the waves, trying to push me back to shore. I fought against them, and eventually moved out into the deeper water, before the waves crested. I bobbed there for a few minutes, until I saw Becky stand and get ready to leave.

  Making my way back in was easier, as the waves helped me along. When I was in waist-deep water, it happened.

  A searing pain shot up the back of my legs, and I screamed loudly. As the agony continued, I turned to see what it was, and stared in horror as I saw a clear, gelatinous mass attached to the backs of my thighs. It
was a jellyfish!

  Just then, a large wave hit me, and I tumbled over and over, as the pain still shrieked through my legs. But now the tendrils were also on my back, sending new waves of pain through me. I cried out again, and got a mouthful of saltwater, causing me to choke and gag. I could feel the current pulling me back out, and I knew I was in trouble. Through the pain, I fought to regain my balance, but just when I did, another wave hit me, sending me spinning out of control.

  I was being drawn further out, and I was running out of air. Panic rose up inside, and I wanted to scream, but I didn’t have any breath left.

  Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my elbow, and I was being dragged to the shore. As we climbed up out of the surf, I fell to my knees, coughing up seawater and snot. The pain in my legs and back was still excruciating, and I twisted my body and brushed at the jellyfish with my hand. But it was gone, and only remnants of its tentacles remained, stuck to the backs of my thighs. I couldn’t see my back, but I knew they were there too.

  “Chrissie!” Becky said, “Are you ok?” Her hand tugged on my arm, pulling me out of the water and up onto the dry sand. I lay on my side, crying and writhing in pain.

  “Chrissie, I’m going to get my dad. Just lay here. I’ll be right back.”

  I lay there bawling like a baby, curled up into a ball, trying to catch my breath. It seemed so long before Becky returned with help, even though it was less than a minute.

  “Just relax, Chrissie,” a deep voice said. It didn’t sound like her dad, but I found it hard to focus.

  “It hurts!” I cried.

  I felt a hand caressing my face. “I know it does, but you’re going to be ok. This kind of jellyfish just stings, that’s all.”

  I tried to catch my breath. “It’s stuck to me!”

  “Yes, we’re going to have to get you to a doctor, so he can get it off. Do you feel well enough for me to carry you to the car?”

  “I guess.”

  I felt a pair of arms slip under me, one high on my back, above my bra strap, and the other under my knees – below the stings. I was lifted easily into the air, and when my eyes focused, I was surprised to see I was in Danny’s arms.