Friday The 13Th Lucky Or Unlucky

Friday the 13

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, Lucky or Unlucky?

One Family's Experience Through the Years.

This story slowly unfolds, spanning 100 years of one family's life, tracking events that happen on several Fridays the 13th, some good, others not so good. Each generation experiences romance, adversity, and sexual awakening, constrained by the beliefs and values of the historical timeframe they live in. Featuring Motorcycle Man, Bareback Rider and BJ Girl.

Céline wouldn't have had a telephone, while Lilly lives in the Internet age. Each generation is a product of their times, and interprets the events as lucky or not, through the lens of their personal experiences. Please move on to something more to your liking if this concept doesn't appeal to you. However, if it does, settle in with your favorite liquid refreshment and enjoy it for what it is; a brief respite from the turmoil in today's world. Enjoy!

Although there are many actual locations mentioned, all the characters and events portrayed in this story are a product of my imagination. It was conceived, written, and edited by real live humans. No AI involved.

My gratitude and thanks to both my anonymous friend and Pepere for their editing skills and perceptive suggestions. Any and all errors are mine and mine alone.

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Chapter 1.

Céline'

s Story

Birth announcement in the Fort Kent,

Maine Weekly Chronical,

issue dated January 17, 1923:

"Maurice and Céline Tremblay announce the birth of their daughter, Gabrielle Béatrice. Gabrielle was born Friday, January 13th at the Tremblay's home in Sullivan's Corners. She weighed in at 6 pounds, 9 ounces. Mother and daughter are doing fine. Gabrielle joins her 5 brothers and sister. Maurice Tremblay is employed as a logger for Fort Kent Pulpwood."

Death announcement in the Fort Kent,

Maine Weekly Chronical,

issue dated August 17, 1937:

"The Tremblay Family of Sullivan's Corners, with great sadness, announces the death of Maurice Tremblay on Friday, August 13, 1937. Mr. Tremblay succumbed to injuries he received in a logging accident last week. Mr. Tremblay was born in Saint-Urbain, Quebec, June 26, 1895. He is survived by his loving wife, Céline, and seven children, Émile and his wife Solène, Charles and his wife Christiane, Lucas and his wife Nathalie, Félicité and her husband Elliott, Félix, Denis, and Gabrielle."

Friday, January 13, 1939 Lewiston, Maine

"Happy 16

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birthday, Gabrielle! You've grown up so fast."

"Thanks, Maman, but you didn't have to bake a cake."

"Nonsense, ma chérie. You only have one 16

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birthday, and I wanted it to be special."

"But you work so hard at the Bate's Mill, and make so little to splurge on a cake. I'm old enough. I should start..."

"Non! Non! Non, ma chérie. Mill work is hard, thankless, boring work. You need to finish your education, maybe go to secretary school, but don't work in the mill."

"Okay, Maman. I miss Félicité and my brothers, and Papa, of course. I wish we weren't so far from Sullivan's Corners."

"I miss them too, but after Papa died, I had to get a job. Your brothers and sister were all old enough to live on their own. We were lucky your Tante Julia offered us a room and helped me get a job at the mill."

"I always think of Papa whenever there's a Friday the 13th. It's so unlucky."

"Non, non. You were born on a Friday the 13th, so it is a lucky day for you."

Chapter 2. Gabrielle's Story

December 31, 1942 11:45 PM

Gabrielle and Richard Morgan had just finished dinner at the Hotel Lewiston. Gabrielle excused herself to use the Ladies Room after the waiter had bussed their dinnerware and poured the last of their wine.

She contemplated the evening so far. 'This has been such a wonderful evening; dancing, a fancy dinner, and wine. Maman cautioned me to not drink too much, or too fast, if we had any. I feel so good. I wonder if Richard will want to kiss me at midnight? I hope so.'

Richard got up upon her return to their table, pulled her chair out for her, then knelt down beside her.

"Gabrielle, I know we only met in May, but I have fallen in love with you. Will you marry me?"

'I was hoping for a kiss; didn't expect this. He looks so nervous.'

A big smile enveloped my face, and I said, "Yes! Yes, Richard," when I could finally speak. "I love you too."

Richard stood up, pulled me up from my chair and gave me a big hug. People at the surrounding tables started clapping, causing me to blush. The countdown to midnight started. Richard gave me our first kiss at the stroke of midnight. I didn't know I could be so happy.

January 1, 1943 Morning.

"Richard proposed last night, Maman! I accepted! I love him so much."

"But you've only known him for such a short time, Gabrielle, he's older than you, and where will you live?"

"It's been almost a year. He has a good job as a machinist making airplane parts for the war, and he's only 26, not that old. Between his job and what I make as a secretary, maybe we can buy a house. You can live with us."

"Don't rush things, ma chérie."

"It's so exciting, Maman. I've never felt like this before."

Maman looked concerned as she said, "Gabrielle, you're not...."

"Maman! Non! Richard is a gentleman. We had never even kissed before last night."

A rare smile tugged at the corners of Céline's mouth. "I'm happy for you, ma chérie. Give your old Maman a hug."

Thursday, August 12, 1943

"I'm so glad that you and Denis could come down for my wedding, Félicité. I had hoped to see more of our family."

"Except for Denis, who happened to be home on leave before shipping out to fight in Europe next week, they all had to work. Jobs are too scarce up north to risk losing one by taking time off. Christiane agreed to watch my two during the day while Elliott is at work."

"Well, I'm so happy to see you again."

"Why are you marrying on a Friday, and not on the weekend like most people, Gabrielle?"

"I was born on a Friday the 13th and Maman always says that it's my lucky day. Tomorrow is another Friday the 13th and I feel lucky to have met Richard."

Friday, August 13, 1943 Late afternoon.

Denis escorted his sister down the aisle in the church filled with a small group of well-wishers. Father O'Leary started the ceremony with the traditional, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony......

By the power invested in me by the State of Maine, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Later, at the reception.

Denis approached Gabrielle and pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "This is a little something from your brothers and sister, myself, and your friends in Sullivan's Corners. We all miss you and wish you and Richard the best."

"Oh, Denis, I miss all of you. You needn't have done this. Thank you. Thank them all for me."

Félicité and Maman came over and each gave Gabrielle a hug and a kiss. "You look so happy today, ma chérie."

"I am, Maman."

"You keep her happy, Richard, or you'll answer to me."

"I will, Mrs. Tremblay. You can count on it."

"Maman to you, now." she said with a warm smile.

Returning her smile, he replied, "Yes, Maman."

"And don't forget what I told you, Gabrielle."

Richard looked at her with a questioning look on his face.

"Later, Richard."

Gabrielle changed into a simple summer dress after the reception. Céline took her wedding dress back to her home at the end of the festivities.

Later, that evening.

"This is a very nice hotel," Gabrielle said to Richard as they entered their room. "You use the bathroom first."

She retrieved the rubbers that Maman had given her while Richard was in the bathroom, and tucked them under the pillow. Once he had finished his nightly rituals, Richard returned to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and started to remove his shoes.

"Don't," she said. He looked up at his bride in confusion. "I....want.... to.... undress you," she stammered, as a blush swept across her face.

Richard stood up, pulled her into a hug and kissed her deeply. They both could feel his growing erection pressing between them. Gabrielle's blush deepened as she pulled away. "I need to freshen up first," she said as she picked up her overnight bag and headed into the bathroom.

She took a leisurely shower, partly to calm her nerves, partly to delay what was to happen next. She had splurged, spending almost a week's wages, on a diaphanous peignoir worn over an equally sheer nightgown, purchased from Sears for her honeymoon. She steeled herself when she could delay no longer, opened the door, stepped through it, and hesitated just inside the bedroom. Richard, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, just as she had left him, turned to face her, and his mouth dropped as he stood up and came toward her.

"You are stunningly beautiful, Gabrielle, my love."

"Do you like it? I got it just for you."

"Like it, how could I not? You're wearing it. You look spectacular in it."

She started to tense up again after initially relaxing at his words, as she felt his erection grow and press against her. Richard sensed her anxiety and backed away a little. She pulled him back in and said, "I'm nervous and a little afraid, Richard. Maman said that it might hurt the first time, maybe the first few times. I...I...I... should..."

"I understand it may hurt the first time, and I'll be as gentle as I can be. Know this, Gabrielle, I'll never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Ever. That's a promise. I love you. What kind of man would I be if I hurt you."

"I know what kind you are. You're the good kind. Can we.... just.... lie down together, first?"

"Of course."

They moved toward the bed as she said, "Sit. I need to take your shoes off before we lie on the bed." Gabrielle untied his shoes, pulled them off, placed them neatly at the foot of the bed, then slowly rolled his socks off. 'You're procrastinating, Gabrielle,' she thought, 'You can trust Richard'.

They pulled the bedspread down off the pillows and lay down beside each other. Richard rolled onto his side and pulled Gabrielle tightly into a hug, saying, "I want to make love to you, but the important word there is love. I don't want to fu.... well, you know the word I mean. I know that men like sex more than women, but I hope that you can also enjoy it."

"That's what Maman said. She did say that she liked to do it with Papa. I want to like it, I've looked forward to liking it, but I can't imagine what it will feel like to have you inside me. I'm nervous, Richard. You know that I have brothers, and have babysat little boys. I know what a penis is, but Maman said that yours will get much bigger. I don't know if it will fit into me."

Richard chuckled a little. "We're both full-sized adults. Adult humans have been having sex for thousands of years. I'm equipped with the standard adult penis and am pretty sure it will fit. It may be tight the first time, but remember, that's where babies come out. I'm definitely smaller than a baby. I'm pretty sure that we'll fit together okay."

Gabrielle relaxed a little and even chuckled at that image. "I know what fuck means. I did grow up amongst loggers, you know. Making love sounds so much nicer than fucking."

"Then, that's what we'll do."

Gabrielle found the bulge in his pants, and started stroking it, feeling it grow as she did so. 'Don't be afraid. He's your husband,' she thought. Sliding to the end of the bed, she stood up and invited him to stand beside her. Gabrielle undid his tie after removing his suit coat, laid it on the bed, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"You're so hairy," she exclaimed as she ran her fingers over his chest."

"Uhh, yeah, I am."

"You're so different from me, nice and masculine."

"Well, I hope I'm different from you, well at least as far as I can see of you through that pretty little nightgown you have on," he stated, again causing her to redden.

Gabrielle continued unbuttoning his shirt, pulled the tails out from his pants, and finished removing his shirt while admiring his broad chest and shoulders. She hesitantly started to undo his belt buckle, her hands shaking slightly.

Richard noticed her nervousness and placed his hands over hers, stopping any further progress. "Relax, my love." Feeling her hands slacken, he lifted one up and kissed it.

"I'm okay, Richard," she said as she moved her free hand back to his belt. Richard released the other hand after she fumbled one handedly. She removed his belt using both now steady hands, found the zipper tab, pulled it downward, took a deep breath, hooked her thumbs under the top of his pants, and slid them down as Richard stepped out of them. "We should hang your suit up." She saw the bulge in his boxers and realized that she was still buying a little more time before she saw 'it' for the first time.

Gabrielle hung his suit in the closet, sat on the edge of the bed, hooked her fingers in the sides of his boxers and tried to pull them down. She realized the front elastic was caught on the top of his erection, preventing any further advancement.

"Look up here, Gabrielle," he suggested. As she looked up at his face, he said, "You have to pull the front of my boxers away from my tummy when I have a hardon. Let me help you." As she started to look down, she heard, "Now pull them down but keep looking up here at me." They passed his knees and fell to the floor on their own. Richard stepped out of them, knelt down in front of her, pulled here into a hug and kissed her tenderly on her lips.

"I know that you're nervous, Gabrielle, but we are going to take this slowly. Okay?" She nodded yes.

"I'm going to stand up when you're ready, and I hope you realize that it's nothing to be afraid of. I'm nothing to be afraid of. Okay?"

"Will you kiss me again? Just hold me for a minute."

Richard leaned back in and held her for an extended hug before planting another long kiss on her willing lips.

"Now."

She continued to look straight ahead as he slowly stood. Her eyes first took in his face, then his wide and strong looking shoulders, his hairy chest which she reached out to caress as it passed by, his belly button, hidden in a dense swirl of dark hair and eventually she found herself staring at his erection directly in front of her. The head was poking through a layer of skin and some opaque liquid was running down the shaft part.

"It's....It's not...... that.... scary. But you're leaking something. Are you okay?"

Richard let out another little chuckle. "That's normal when I'm excited and you obviously excite me, more than I've ever been. That's nature's way to help me slide into you easier. I also brought some oil to help what nature provides," nodding to a small bottle on the bedside table that she hadn't noticed before.

"Oh, you're so thoughtful, Richard. It's both bigger and smaller than I imagined. That probably sounds crazy. Can I touch it?"

"Of course."

Gabrielle tentatively reached forward and touched the side of the shaft, gradually sliding her hand up and down before wrapping her hand around it. "It's both very hard, but also soft and warm." She started moving her hand up and down the shaft with her fingers still wrapped around it. She was fascinated by how it moved and how the head appeared and disappeared behind its skin's covering.

"Uh, you'd better stop or I'm going to come, Gabrielle."

"Maman told me that it would make you feel good if I did this. Don't you want to feel good?" she asked as she kept up what she was doing.

"It feels very good, Gabrielle, but..." It was too late as he erupted with spurt after spurt of thick white come.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Nothing to be sorry about, it's normal if you do that to me. It felt good. Let me go get cleaned up so that we don't make a sticky mess on the bed."

When he returned, he found Gabrielle lying on her back. Richard laid down beside her, embraced her and planted another kiss on her lips. After he pulled back and noticed the tentative smile playing at the corners of her mouth he asked, "Like that?"

Gabrielle wrapped her arms around him instead of replying, returned the kiss, and invaded his mouth with her tongue. She asked, "Does that answer your question?" After they both came up for air, she took his free hand and moved it to her breast. Richard caressed her breast through her nightgown, feeling her nipple slowly but most definitely enlarging. "They're not very big."

Moving to the other one, he replied, "They feel just right to me."

"Would you like to see them, see all of me?" she hesitantly asked as another blush crept across her face.

"I would love that, but first...." which was left unfinished as he pulled her in for another kiss.

Gabrielle slid to the end of the bed, stood up and beckoned Richard to join her. "Sit there and undress you wife, please."

Richard figured out how to release the peignoir and let it drop as Gabrielle stepped out of it, then picked it up and placed it on the chair. The remaining nightgown was so sheer that it hid nothing. He observed her nipples proudly standing out from her breasts, pushing the sheer fabric into two focal points directly in front of him. His eyes travelled up to her face, then back down, stopping to focus on the dark hair between her legs. He managed to slide her nightgown off, allowing him his first view of his beautiful wife in all her naked glory.

He slid back up the bed while letting his eyes feast on her youthful beauty. It was his turn to beckon her to join him. Richard rolled onto his side once she was beside him, pulling her close as he ran his hand over her ass and up her back.

"Maman said..."

"Maman said what, Gabrielle?"

"Maman said that we should talk about having babies." Gabrielle was blushing as she hesitantly continued, "We should wait a little before having one, so we get used to being married first. She gave me some rubbers for you to wear, so I don't get pregnant, but only if that's okay with you. I have them under the pillow."

Richard didn't reply immediately, as if he was carefully choosing his words. "Maman is still looking out for her daughter. I think that was good advice. We should use them for a while." This caused Gabrielle to smile until he added, "Maman seems to have passed on a lot of useful information. Anything else that I should know?"

"She said...." Gabrielle hesitated, while furiously blushing.

"She said what, Gabrielle? I'm not going to be mad."

Reaching out to hold his penis, she continued, "Maman said most men want their wife to put this in their mouth and suck on it until they come, at least some of the time."

"Maman is right again, but we don't have to do that now. We need to practice making love first." Richard could see Gabrielle noticeably relax. Reaching out to cup the hair between her legs, he asked, "Did Maman also tell you some men like to kiss and lick their wives right here?" as he gently probed her lips with his fingers.

This brought her blush back in full force. "No! That's where I....."

"It's true." Richard nudged her onto her back, slipped across her, lowered himself onto to his wife so they were face to face. He embraced her, planted a kiss on her lips, caressed her face, then slid down enough so he could admire her breasts. "They're beautiful, you're beautiful." He lowered his mouth to nibble then suck on the left one, followed by the right. He ceased paying homage to her breasts and laid a trail of kisses on her tummy as he slowly moved down her.

Bypassing her hairy parts for the moment, Richard nudged her legs sideways, giving him the opportunity to start kissing her inner thigh. Slowly kissing his way back up her leg, he converged on his target. Using two fingers, Richard gently probed through her thicket of hair, separating it to expose her lips. He inhaled the tantalizing smell of his aroused wife as he lowered his head.