"Jersey Summer Love" is my entry for Literotica's - 2011 Summer Lovin' Contest. I'm sorry it's taken so long to post and hope that the length doesn't scare too many people away. Lots of background, build-up, and dialogue; but I promise also plenty of sweet and steamy heat. ;)
Much of the story was taken directly from memories of my youth and being raised on the New Jersey Shore. As such, I hesitated finishing and posting this story after the havoc wreaked upon the East Coast by Hurricane Irene. The places mentioned are real places that I hope still remain. If you ever get the chance to visit, you won't be disappointed. I hope everyone affected makes a full recovery from the devastation. The shore is strong and will rebuild even stronger.
Oh and NO disrespect to the tourists who keep the shore businesses thriving - with the "benny" references.
In fact, I dedicate this story to my own summer "benny" boys - wherever they may be. They helped me through a time of heartache and grief and kept me smiling and distracted.
And lastly, I couldn't have written this story without my own "Coral". There was never a dull moment growing up with you. Thanks for keeping life interesting and helping me remember some of the references and fun moments! Love you.
Please Read, Vote, and/or Comment and ENJOY! I hope you all had an exciting, stimulating, inspiring summer filled with passion, love, and erotic imaginings!
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"I'll race you to the end of the lagoon," Coral challenged her sister. Without waiting for an answer, she dove under the water like a fish; flipping her legs up and splashing water in Raina's face.
Raina swept her wet, coppery hair out of her grey eyes and sighed. Gazing up at the twilight sky, she smiled at the array of pastel colors swimming before her eyes. This was her most favorite time of the day. The sun was sinking below the horizon, the summer heat was dying down, and she didn't have to keep slathering the sunscreen on to protect her alabaster skin from the fiery orb in the sky that so many flocked to worship. A sun-worshipper -- she was not. A shore-girl by birth -- an anti-shore girl by nature.
Her sister on the other hand loved the sun, the beach, the boardwalk, and all things summer -- a true shore-girl, a true "Jersey Girl." Raina knew that the minute Coral became old enough, she'd be hitting every Dance Club on the Seaside Heights strip. She suspected Coral already used a fake ID, but didn't really care to bring it up and be at odds with her, yet again. It was bad enough that Raina was put in charge of her. She looked back down to where her sister had been a moment ago and knew that she'd probably never reach the end of the lagoon before Coral won their little race. Coral always won.
Determined to make at least a little bit of an effort, Raina paced herself and swam after her. She wanted to remind her little sister to watch out for boats coming into the lagoon. Sometimes they went faster than they should, especially at the end of the bulkhead. There were no signs of her sister and although she knew that Coral was a natural fish and most at home in the water, her overprotective nature had her on edge until she saw the surface of the water break and Coral's blonde head pop-up for air.
Coral had made it to the end and was halfway back already. Raina had only just made it to the halfway mark and was already feeling tired.
"You're such a little cheat." Raina's shout carried across the water and she could just make out Coral sticking her tongue out at her. With a giggle, Coral dove back under. Raina treaded water for a few minutes while she looked to try to see below, but failed because of the dark brackish water. She swung her head back and forth, gasping when her sister popped up and started tickling and splashing her.
"Hey, stop!" she sputtered. The girls were so busy laughing at each other that they failed to hear the wolf whistle until it was nearly on top of them.
"Well what have we here, boys?" a deep timbre asked. The girls stopped tickling. Raina looked up and was rewarded with one last splash in the face. Coral always had to have the last say. She was competitive like that. Raina huffed and wiped the water from her eyes, clearing her vision enough to see who had spoken.
"Looks like we've caught ourselves a couple of pretty little mermaids," a second voice replied.
Raina was tired from the swim and hooked her arm over the inner-tube before her. Her hand brushed against skin. She watched Coral sweep her long blonde locks back, bat her eyelashes, and smile coquettishly up at the hottie before her.
"You're such a flirt," Raina hissed quietly into her sister's ear. Coral ignored her and giggled.
"I've been called that before," she replied sweetly to the guy in response to the little mermaid comment. "My sister, not so much. She barely had the energy to make it here, let alone the whole length of the lagoon." Coral looked over. Her sister was breathing heavily. "Would you mind if we came up and sat for a bit?"
Raina looked into her sister's green eyes and shook her head.
"I think that can be arranged, mergirl. Hold onto the raft and we'll pull you over," answered a tall, bronzed, and buff hottie from the dock. Coral flipped her hair, pushed the tube to the dock and pulled herself up without help. Two hands grabbed her and hoisted her the rest of the way.
"Thanks." She flashed him a smile.
"If your sister's a mermaid, does that make you a pixie?" a flirtatious voice near her ear asked. The word "pixie" got Raina's attention and despite her own reservations, she looked up and smiled shyly. The owner of the voice climbed off the tube and onto the dock to stare down at her, giving Raina her first look at the golden wonder. She stared unabashedly back.
"Come on up pixie. We'll grab you a cold one."
Raina's heart skipped a beat as she stared into the sea-blue eyes of her rescuer. He reached his hands down, easily plucked her from the water, and sett her on the wooden dock. Weak kneed, she locked them and almost fell back into the water. But his arm around her waist held her secure.
"Steady there." He smiled at her easily and guided her to sit on the step of the dock. "You look a bit winded. How about a beer?"
Raina looked over at Coral. Where a pang of jealousy usually accompanied the flock of boys surrounding her under-aged sister, she was glad for the distraction. She could focus her full attention on the attractive guy in front of her. She made a mental note to herself that she would have to warn the boys away before they left.
"I'm Logan," he told her as he walked over to the large cooler. "What'll it be?"
"Raina," she replied. "I don't drink."
"Ah. Don't or can't...yet?" he questioned, coming back over with a water bottle.
"Can't legally," she admitted, accepting the bottled water. "But I don't care for the taste, either," she quickly added.
"A Shirley Temple, maybe? Unless you want to break a few laws with me." His eyebrows wiggled, suggestively. She laughed.
"Water will do."
"And your big sister?" Logan asked, looking over to see his buddies swarm the pretty girl.
"You mean my little sister," Raina groaned. She was used to misconception. "She most certainly isn't old enough. You might want to warn your buddies they are falling into a baited trap that could land them into the slammer." She chuckled at his shocked look, but had to give him credit for his quick recovery.
"I see. Well, can you drink in another year?" He was the polar opposite of his companion. Tall, much taller than she, with a slim athletic build. His muscles were defined, but not overly so to be scary to her, like some of the other guys. While many of the other guys had dark hair and tanned skin, he was as fair-skinned as she. His wavy blonde hair was almost platinum and looked soft to the touch. But it was those eyes that held all of her attention.
"Make it three." She smiled at the look of relief on his face, "and before you ask, my sister is sixteen."
"Damn!" he breathed. "She looks..."
"Yes, I know she looks at least eighteen. We get that all the time. Don't worry about it. Hey boys!" Raina suddenly found her gumption again.
Coral looked over and glared, mouthing, "please don't tell, not yet." Her eyes pleaded with her.
"Eh, give her a few more minutes of fun," Logan whispered in her ear. A chill ran up her spine at his soft breath fanning across her neck. "I can't wait to see the look on the guys' faces when they learn the truth." They laughed together.
"You know," he said suddenly, "when you are older you might enjoy looking younger than you are."
"So I've been told," Raina rolled her eyes. "So, how old are you? Obviously old enough to drink."
"Obviously? How do you know I'm not nineteen?" he quizzed.
"No offense but you don't look like a teenager," she gulped when he turned those blue eyes on her.
"You're right. But I could have been drinking illegally, like most teenagers do," he laughed. "I'm twenty-three, not that much older than eighteen. Did you graduate yet?" he asked, taking a seat beside her.
