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Sunscreen Lessons

2 chapters

~5 min read

In the sweltering summer of 1990, fourteen-year-old Johnny’s contempt for his friend’s mother shatters when Joyce, in her scandalous green bikini, commands him to rub sunscreen on her tanned body by the swing set. What begins as a flustered obedience ignites into a raw, secret tutelage as the older woman takes his virginity and begins to groom him into her submissive, expertly trained lover. Now, Johnny is learning every raunchy, kinky lesson she has to offer, discovering a world of dominance and desire far from the sun-bleached apartments of his youth.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Johnny O'Malley

A 14-year-old with a shock of short, wavy red hair and fair, freckled skin stretched over a skinny, 5'1" frame. His hands, which will soon learn every curve of a woman's body, are still those of a boy—all nervous energy and clumsy intent. The way he watches Joyce now is a silent, hungry apology for every bad thing he ever said about her.

Joyce Henderson

At 5'8", she’s all tanned, sleek lines and knowing confidence, her body a slim yet curvy testament to hours spent sunbathing in a two-piece. Long, light brown hair fans out like silk against a beach towel, and her legs seem to go on forever. She moves with the lazy, deliberate grace of a predator who’s just spotted exactly what she wants—a boy whose hands are shaking as he squeezes sunscreen onto his palms.

Chris Henderson

An 11-year-old with his mother's light brown hair and a mischievous grin, forever in motion. He’s all elbows and knees, quick to poke fun and quicker to notice when his best friend’s insults have dried up and been replaced by a stunned, silent stare directed at his mom.

Jim O'Malley

Johnny's 11-year-old brother, a younger echo of the same red hair and fair skin, but where Johnny is all sharp angles and defensive posture, Jim is still soft with childhood. He follows his brother and Chris around the apartment complex like a faithful shadow, absorbing their world.

Sara

Chris's girl cousin, 11, visiting for the summer. She’s tanned and ponytailed, all practical shorts and tank tops, with a shrewdness in her eyes that matches Chris's own.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Tease & The Tension

Joyce spreads her towel with a ritual slowness that pins Johnny to the swing. The green bikini is nothing, just strings and triangles holding back a universe of tanned curves and long, endless legs. He can't look away. Chris and Sara see it—the slack jaw, the frozen push on the swing. Their laughter is sharp, needling. "You like my mom, Johnny?" Every bad word he's ever said about Joyce burns to ash in his throat. She looks over her sunglasses, a slow smile touching her lips as she holds out the bottle. "Come help, Johnny." It's not a request. It's the first pull of a riptide.

The First Command

The words sink into Johnny's spent body, a new kind of claim. Home—his house fifty yards away with his brother and his mom's meatloaf—feels like a distant country. Her arm tightens around him, a possessive band of heat. Staying means the world outside this room officially ceases to exist; he belongs to the darkening blue of her sheets and the salt-sweet taste still on his tongue.