Caroline

By J P Philips

A young man’s desire for his best friend’s mother reaches a passionate climax on a family camping trip to France.

This story was among the very first that I wrote, and was the one that made me begin to realise I might actually have a talent for writing. Towards the end of 2006, Caroline was awarded the prize for Story of the Year at the amateur erotic writing website, The Lusty Library. It’s perhaps not the kind of fantasy I’d write these days, but the sex scenes are actually pretty hot, and I still think there’s something rather charming about it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J P Philips
• Release date: May 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310460807

J P Philips

J P Philips describes himself as, "A perfectly ordinary, happily married, forty-something-year-old man who accidentally stumbled upon a talent for erotic writing." It began back in 2006 while, on a wine-fuelled whim, he decided to write a fictitious 'girlfriends' confession' in an attempt to be published by a certain mens' magazine. As a bi-product of that experience he discovered a strange thrill in writing erotica, and so he went on to create more stories, publishing them online in an amateur capacity, where he was awarded several prizes and quickly amassed a considerable fan-base. An early attempt at a personal website then followed, a professional publishing contract was duly signed, but in the end he decided that he really wanted to go it alone, and so he now publishes all of his short stories and novellas independently. Asked how best to describe his writing style, JP has come up with the snappy title, "Slightly-larger-than-life-story-led-hardcore".

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Caroline

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JP Philips

Caroline

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Published in the UK by MDD Publishing 2015

Caroline

Pete and I first met when we were just five years of age. We’d found ourselves sitting at the same desk on our very first day at primary school and through the simple act of agreeing to share crayons a life-long friendship was forged.

Pete’s parents – Caroline and Greg – turned out to be quite a bit younger and quite a bit more relaxed than my own, and going around to there place was always a treat to look forward to. There’d be plenty of light-hearted banter and rude jokes shared, and on sleepovers we’d be allowed to stay up late to watch the kind of TV boys our age weren’t normally permitted to see. In a way, it seemed more like being looked after by an older brother and sister than a mum and dad.

Over time, and as I clumsily clawed my way through adolescence, I discovered that Caroline had something of a flirtatious streak to her. She’d regularly tease me with suggestive comments – presumably as it gave her a kick to see my obvious embarrassment. She’d mock me about how tight my jeans were and how they left very little to the imagination. Or about what an impressive physique I had, and how the girls at school must be falling over themselves to get their hands on me, which, to the best of my knowledge, they were not.

When she’d come home from work, she’d gladly tell me how she couldn’t wait to get out of her formal, business clothes, forcing me to conjure up the mental image of her stripping in her bedroom. A short while later she’d return dressed casually, but in a way that showed off her incredible body, and I’d be unable to stop myself from staring when I hoped no one was watching.

Caroline was a beautiful woman. She was of Northern European descent – a mix of German and Danish, I believe – which gifted her naturally striking features. She was taller than the average British woman – about 5’9 I’d guess – and her body was both lithe and curvaceous – as much the result of a healthy diet and regular exercise as it was her good, Teutonic genes.

The overall impression of Caroline’s hair colour was that it was blonde, but up close you could see that it was composed of several different shades and tones, some quite golden, some light