1. Sandy and Sherry Went down - Part 1


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Simmerdownchick, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    Prologue Sherry had lost her shoe, but hadn't even realized that she was walking with only one ratty flip flop on. The blue and white, dollar-store shoe kept at least one foot protected from the rocky shore. The sun was peaking through the clouds as streams of sunshine gleamed low in the sky. The ocean tide was rising, but hadn't reached her yet. She was thinking about her Abuela, and had gone looking for her; convinced she was near the ranch. She wandered up the coast for a while, and had lost the shoe in the surf. She was sure their ranch was here, somewhere. Maybe her sister, Cecelia, would come riding up on Rainbow, looking for her. The lulling noise from the surf seemed to keep her in her trance. She was a striking Latina. Petite, 5'3" Mexican American girl of nineteen, just a year out of high school and on winter break while attending University of Fullerton. But she wasn't thinking about that now. She was hurt, and was only just beginning to realize that she was on the beach. She could hear what sounded like seals barking in the distance and the call of seagulls in the air. "Where the hell am I?" she asked herself softly. Still a bit hazy, she stood still for a minute and let the cool breeze soothe her aching body. Her loose white tank top with 'Sari's Surf Shop' written on it, was torn and bloody; a long gash on her left side, from her hip to her ribs. A deep scratch, really, which had stopped bleeding. The bruise on her forehead hurt, and the scrapes on her knees ...
    and shins made her wish she had on her skinny jeans, instead of these high-cut white shorts. Her dark hair was loose, laid shoulder length, and swayed gently in the cool breeze. Looking out at the ocean and the crashing waves against the rocks, she turned slowly back the way she came. Her footprints that came up to meet her in the otherwise undisturbed sand, led to a mess of smoking debris. She slipped her tanned foot out of the remaining flip flop and began to jog, then run, quickly back towards the wreckage. The wings were smashed but the cockpit to the tail down looked good as new. Still freshly polished and the tail number visible. N23452. The nose, however, was beyond recognition, and smoldering. She could see her seat, which had not been damaged. The pilot seat, however, was gone. Ripped out of the plane, and laying about ten feet from the wreck. Suddenly a wave of panic over took her. Sandy was laying in the wet sand, unconscious, and still strapped into her seat. She panicked. It all rushed back to her at once, and she almost lost her balance. Part 1 Sandy Malone, twenty and fiercely independent, had decided it would be an adventure to take her girl, Sherry, to Catalina, on her small Cessna Piston before they both started back to school. Sandy was an art major, specializing in contemporary art. Paintings mostly, but she also loved to sculpt. A broad shouldered young woman, tall, with firm breasts, an oval face with a narrowing jaw, and thick lips. Her short, thick blond ...
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