This is Chapter 1 of a literary fiction series. Nevertheless, the characters have been based on real people with real feelings, fears, emotions and of course body parts. Therefore if you are searching for the 36DDD dumb blond with a perfect silhouette who wants to screw all of China in a single night, I suggest you look elsewhere as you won't find it here.
For those looking to partake of a GOOD erotic story with an actual story line that will touch both your heart and your hormones, I hope you truly enjoy my work and please leave feedback. I'm currently working on the additional chapters to complete the story at various levels with more submissions coming soon. Ideas are always welcome and considered.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE DEFINITELY OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE
Chapter 1 - The Storm
Hurricanes have a habit of drastically changing a person's life in an instant. The awesome fury of nature's most powerful force can drastically alter a lifetime of work within the blink of an eye, usually for the worse though sometimes it can be for the better. I know this from personal experience as the cat-5 storm of that fateful Labor Day weekend proved to be life-altering in ways that I could never have imagined before.
I'm the middle child of five having an older brother and sister and two younger sisters. Coming from a poor family with so many children, there were no free rides for any of us so through hard work alone I had managed to secure a well-paid computer programming job in south Florida after college and a nice three-bedroom home that was mine. Of course, at the age of 28, there was no one to share my achievements with as I had worked so hard that I never took the time to form a stable relationship but at the time, I didn't realize just how much I had missed out.
My older siblings had gone north after graduating, obtaining jobs in their respective fields in cities like Chicago and Boston. Mom and Dad sold their house shortly after my brother left, buying an RV and touring the US and Canada. Chassidy and Marissa, the younger two, had not yet left the sunshine state though. Chassidy had got a nursing job on the other side of town and bought a condo overlooking the ocean while Marissa was still finishing up her education at the local university; a degree in teaching, Spanish I think was the subject.
Being the only three left in the area, we tried to keep in touch as best we could; getting together for major holidays and the like. Usually it was at my place being the largest of the three domiciles. That was why we had already planned on getting together for a Labor Day cookout when news of the storm came.
During the months of August and September, Floridians are accustomed to living with the constant threat of a storm striking at any time. We knew this one was out there for over a week ahead of time, the probability cone given out by the weather channel (affectionately referred to as the cone of terror by locals) of the storm's direction saying it would stay out in the ocean as it moved north. The night before our get-together, however, the intensity blew up from its cat-1 status to a major cat-4 with predictions to get even stronger and it had decided it wanted to visit south Florida instead. Apparently we had all of six hours before the feeder bands would be touching our shores.
The barrier islands where Chassidy lived were immediately called to evacuate as well as the low-lying areas where the university sat so both girls just grabbed a few more days clothing and a few important personal items like documents and the like, then headed over to my house. There was no way they could fight the traffic out of town and I lived further inland so we would be secure.
I was battening down the hatches when both girls arrived, proverbially speaking of course; boarding up my windows with the hurricane shutters I had installed on the house for just such an occasion. After storing the non-perishables and water bottles they had purchased, they helped by covering the pool out back with its own hurricane-proof covering. Just as the last shutter was being put in place, the first feeder band with a touch of rain in it started coming through the area.
"Well, at least we're all here together," Chassidy stated flipping on the television to see the storm's progression. In the last six hours it had grown to a full cat-5 and the waves along the shore were already beating terribly. It looked like the eye would be coming straight for us though with an eye over 80 miles wide, that wasn't exactly by pure chance.
"Please, Chass," Marissa pleaded with her. "I don't want to watch that spiral of clouds on TV all day. It's depressing." I indicated that I agreed with her. "How about we watch a movie while there's still power? If this thing is anything like they're saying, we'll be wishing we had power in a few hours, let's take advantage of it while we can."
Reluctantly Chassidy agreed. Obviously she was worried about her condo; fifth floor on the water, there wasn't much chance of its survival if the storm came like they predicted. Still, she put a smile on and we chose a comedy to enjoy, trying to get our minds off the torrents of rain we were starting to hear pass by with more frequency.
The movie was about half-way through when the power flickered the first time. Everyone knew it wouldn't be long before it was out. With a last minute check of the flashlights and filling the tub with water just in case that was lost too, we were ready for the inevitable. Unfortunately for me though, the power went out just as the three girls in the movie were about to take off their tops and finally show some skin.
"Oh damn!" I shouted in the darkness realizing I wasn't going to be able to see those perky tits.
"Poor Jerry," Chassidy was mocking me, "no boobies for him." We all shared a laugh in the darkness. With a more solemn note, she added, "It's going to be a long stormy night."
For those people who have never been through a hurricane, the storm itself sounds like the winds of hell have been released on Earth. Beside that though, there is the constant discomfort of popping ears with the change in air pressure as well as the stuffy heat inside the house due to the lack of moving or electronically chilled air.
That's why we had all decided to lie on the tile floor. It was a little cooler and an area of the house where we could all stretch out and just talk about things in our lives. I learned that Chassidy's no good boyfriend had cheated on her because she refused to have sex with him yet so she dumped him several months back and Marissa had a stalker at school; some nerd-guy adjunct teacher who always seemed to pop up no matter where she was. When I was asked about my love life, I told them things hadn't really changed.
"What exactly are you waiting for?" Marissa asked. I couldn't see her face because it was pitch black but it sure sounded like a question of curiosity.
"Yeah, Jerry, tell us. Who is Miss Right for you?" Chassidy added in.
