Copyright Jan Wayne Fields
Never understood the meaning of clean-limbed until that summer, watching from the woods.
Every morning those girls emerged from their tents, stretching slender arms to the sky, their breasts outlined perfectly against flimsy nightwear.
They’d return from the showers, skin glowing, wet hair glistening in the sunlight and we’d yearn to be a fly on the inside of those canvas tents.
One morning they caught us. Damn near wet ourselves, expecting big trouble.
But that’s girls for you – unpredictable.
Difficult to tell which of us was horniest, but for sure it was a summer none of us will ever forget.
November almost over, thank goodness. It’s bitterly cold here, but a crisp, clear day with blindingly blue skies and we’re off out to enjoy the sunshine. Thanks once again to Rochelle, the multi-talented leader of our happy band of Friday Fictioneers.
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I’d expected the narrator would be a predator (too much reading of your past work, I guess). I laughed out loud when I read on and discovered this was an altogether more innocent coming of age story
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I can do innocent when I want to, Neil. 😉 Thanks for reading.
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You did it magnificently
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Dear Sandra,
Love this coming of age story. It put me in mind of the movie, the Summer of 42 during my own coming of age years. Atmospheric piece…almost a novel in a hundred words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Hi Rochelle, yes I titled it Summer of 85 at first, but then I thought it reminded me of times spent hitch-hiking through Belgium and Luxembourg many years ago. The youth hostels were full of raunchy, self-possessed and generally naked German girls, whilst we Brits were simpering away behind our towels. 🙂
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Well Sandra, not sure what to say.
A rather raunchy piece, not very Reader’s Digest!
And interesting how you get into the mind of a teenage boy.
Entertaining tale
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I think I might need a good wash after getting into the mind of a teenage boy, CE. 🙂 Thanks for reading, and no, not very Reader’s Digest.
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Interesting story Sandra. Everyone can imagine what goes inside a teenager boy.
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Only too well, Indira. 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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🙂
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Love this. It reminded me of Porky’s.
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I didn’t see the entire film, but I remember getting the ‘flavour’ of it from the clips that were on television. Thank you!
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Excellent voice in this. The language is elegant and precise. Well done.
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Thank you!
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I am blushing while I read this, Very Naughty!…but enjoyable
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Thank you! 🙂
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Not the ending I was expecting – like the boy. I don’t remember girls being that forward when I was a teenager! A good chuckle, well done 🙂
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Sometimes you had to go a long way to get lucky, but not that often. 😉 Thanks for reading.
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Not what I expected and thank you for that!!! Loved it.
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I dispensed with my first attempt after a bit of a struggle, but this one flowed better. 🙂
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Now that was a perfect telling of young lust! And they say the Brits are prudes… 😉
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That must be an old saying then! 🙂 When I see the scenes of Friday nights in our cities it makes you long for a different era…
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I think it’s an old passé saying for sure!
Ahhh yes…
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Oh, what a summer that must have been. Boys will be boys.
Economical writing at its finest, Sandra. Wunderbar!
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Danke! I think it would have been a summer to remember, and perhaps not too often repeated.
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I hear ya. 🙂
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You brilliantly captured and depicted the emotions for a wonderful story,
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Thank you! 🙂
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Great voice for a teenage lad, Sandra – or a man remembering being a teenage lad! Such a ring of reality to it 🙂 Nicely told
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Thanks Lynn. I don’t often change the narrative gender but I felt in the mood yesterday. Glad it worked for you.
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My pleasure and it did work very well
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1985 indeed this sounds more like 1965 and flower power. Then again it reminded me of Barbara Windsor and Carry on Camping – Fabulous
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Thanks Michael. Yes it was longer ago than the eighties – my first title attempt was simply to put distance between the summer of 42 and this piece. Glad you liked.
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I love this. Nice to read about some women who know what they want on FF (too often we just bump them off!).
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Thanks Claire. Yes, I thought it was time for a bit more equality. 🙂 I might move on to supremacy soon.
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Brilliant surprise at the end – a very sexy 100 words!
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Thanks Lizy. I thought I’d go for something different this week. 🙂
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Oh dear 🙂
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This reminds me of those stories I red as a teenager… a bit like a dream for a teenage boy actually. Love it
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Yes, I think they may not have been able to believe their luck! 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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Ooh, I didn’t see the end coming (pun half-intended) and I liked it all the more for that!
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Ooooh! 🙂 Thanks for reading, Louise.
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This reminds me of so many archeology camps I’ve lived in! Ah, youth…. Thanks for the memories.
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Those were the days, hey? Thanks for reading, Alicia.
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Dear Sandra,
I love this story. From the way you incorporated your travels in the eighties into the title, to the use of the word clean-limbed, to the happy ending, it was all of a piece, if you will and fantastic. I was there with the boys, yearning…
Very well done.
Yours on the lock,
Doug
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Aww, Doug! Welcome. If I’d known you were coming I’d have baked a better cake. 🙂 So good to see you back on here, and glad you enjoyed it. It was a tad earlier than the eighties but who’s counting…?
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Excellent raunchy writing with a solid opening, middle, and a lusty end. Great piece of work.
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Thanks a lot. 🙂
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Ha, well I did not expect that ending! Great little saucy story 🙂
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Thanks Rachel.
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thanks for the memories. 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Just have to love this story about confident young women that know what they want and are not afraid to take charge.
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Refreshing, isn’t it? 🙂
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That made my pulse rise and brought back fond memories. Time for a cold shower now.
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Mind you don’t slip on the soap, Russell. 🙂
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Loved this!
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Thank you!
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Yeah, that takes me back Sandra but I don’t think it ever turned out that good for us. 🙂
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Sorry to hear that Michael. 😦
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that’s beautifully said, great
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Thank you!
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Oh, man, I’ve missed this. Love the story. Have seen this played out many a time….
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Me too! 🙂
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Oh, Sandra. Naughty. Nice.
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Thank you!
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This made me smile…and for good reason 😉
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Pleased about that, Dawn.
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Ha! I really wasn’t expecting that ending. A lovely story.
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A lovely summer, too. 🙂
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Very smoothly done 🙂
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Thank you!
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🙂
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A summer to remember for those lads. Lovely “coming of age” story 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Ah those teenage boys!
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Absolute Sirens! Great story Sandra.
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Ha ha I’m glad the narrator wasn’t a creep… still young campers huh?
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What a twist. I was expecting a different ending. I grew up in the 50’s and was extremely naive,. I remember one guy my age who taught in the same school as me saying if it hadn’t been for his wife, they’d still be holding hands. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Atmosphere, tone, words, wonderful tale. It’s funny, the boys at my time were dreaming about the English girls.
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