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   James Part V.  The Lake.

   Chapter 19

   "Good morning James, Amanda'll be ready in a few minutes." Mrs Cipola
smiled as she opened the door.  Mr Cipola was standing inside and we shook
hands.

   "Where will you be going?" He asked, and got elbowed by his wife.

   "We're going to have a picnic in the park, then maybe a movie and then
dinner.  We'll be back by ten or ten thirty...  And I'd like to invite
Amanda for dinner tomorrow, if it's alright." He'd just nodded his
agreement when Amanda came out with a food hamper.

   She had a pale yellow dress on, and underneath I could see a white
two-piece swimsuit.  Her hair was loose to her shoulders and she was
glowing.  I felt a stirring in my shorts and quickly took the basket she
offered and held it in front of me.  Her eyes glinted at my discomfort.

   We said our goodbyes and she jumped in the convertible before I could
open the door for her.  I dropped the food basket in the back seat and we
drove off.

   I had to pull over at the corner because Amanda had planted her face in
front of mine and was carefully licking the insides of my mouth.  Her
fingers were ripping my hair as she rubbed herself on me.

   "Er, does that mean you missed me?" I asked as she panted on my
shoulders.

   "God, yes.  I told myself for each time I wanted to touch myself and
didn't, you'll have to kiss me.  You owe me fifty kisses."

   "Can we go a little out of town before you start collecting?  I have a
feeling these people all know your Mom and Dad."

   "Oh my god, there's Mrs Grissholm!" She slid down her seat, "Get us out
of here!  She's the mouthpiece for the church ladies."

   Ten minutes later she was still huddled in the foot well.

   "You can come out now, there's nobody but cows and sheep." She crawled
up and leaned over her seat to the picnic basket.  And waved a bare tush at
me.

   "Er, excuse me, Miss, you seem to have misplaced your bikini bottoms..."

   "That's rather astute of you, Sir.  In fact, I seem to have lost my top
as well!" Smiling widely, she turned around and it was evident from the
thin material of her short dress she had nothing else on.  She'd even lost
her shoes.

   "This is probably a foolish question, but would you consider getting a
bit more decently dressed?"

   "You're right, it is a foolish question.  But I can get even LESS
decently dressed if you like!"

   "No, no, then you're perfect the way you are.  I'm just afraid I'll be
so busy staring at you I'm gonna land us in a ditch.  And then we'll have
to explain to the cops and your parents how it is that on our very first
date you managed to be in this distressing state of undress!"

   "I'll just tell them that you seduced me and wanted to put your filthy
hands all over my body..."

   "You are such a perceptive young lady..." I sighed.  She stretched out
sideways on her seat and put her head on my leg, sticking her feet out the
window.  An errant gust of wind flipped her skirt and I could see her tiny
mouth-watering slit.

   "You know everybody's passing us just to get a peek at your gorgeous
puss?" She jumped up and yanked her skirt down.

   "Liar!  There's nobody there!"

   "Well, if you want us to get there sooner, you'll have to behave." She
laid back down but kept her legs inside.

   "I'm guessing, but are you going to say no if I offer to take you out
and kiss you a little?"

   "That's very astute of you, my dear."

   "Jeez, you're a real prude.  As a date, you're proving to be somewhat of
a disappointment!"

   "That's because one of us has to be sensible." She sighed and pressed
her head deeper in my lap.

   "James, touch my breasts..." That I was happy to comply with, and with a
bit of squirming, she guided my fingers inside her dress.  I stroked her
warm flesh and pinched her nipple.

   "Hmmmm," she sighed dreamily, "do you think they've grown?  My friend
Sherri says I'm bigger than her now..."

   "Are you in the habit of comparing boob sizes with her?"

   "Kinda, when we shower after Gym."

   "You soap each other too?"

   "No, but it's a thought...  Hmmm, James, now my butt's cold."

   "Put your panties on, then."

   "Why is it I was so certain you'd say that?  Anybody else would've
offered to warm it with their hands..."

   "Mine are occupied, if you haven't noticed."

   "Let me steer, then you'll have both hands free..." Then she started
laughing.  "God I'm so hard up for you, I haven't even told you I love
you..." She pulled my hand out of her dress and kissed it, then she pressed
it against herself again.

   "I love you, my big, gentle lover..." She looked up at me, "I'm so glad
you made me fall in love with you."

   "And thank you for letting me love you." She hugged my hand harder and
sighed against it.

   "You never told me where we are going, we must have passed a dozen parks
already!"

   "We're almost there.  I'm determined to impress the heck out of you, so
you'll go out with me again."

   "You'll have no problem with that - you're stuck with me for life!" She
hummed happily and rubbed herself on my hand.

   "Take a look at this..." I said as I pulled the car over.

   We were on the edge of a dam and beneath us half a dozen boats of
varying sizes were waiting for a lock to pass them from the lake down to a
river.  I pointed to a wooden water slide to one side.

   "See that?  It's a fish ladder.  Those flashing silver dots are actually
fish jumping upstream to spawn."

   "Wow, it's amazing!  What are those for?" She indicated a series of
large pools by the ladder.

   "Those are the fish hatcheries.  The Fisheries people grow the fish to a
couple inches before releasing them so they have a better chance of
survival."

   "Is that where we're going?"

   "Yeah, but on the lake side." I pointed to the left, "I was here a
couple of years ago and I've never forgotten it.  You'll see why soon."

   "Can we go see the hatchery?"

   "I don't think you'll like it.  They cut the fish open to get their
eggs..."

   "Ugh!  No thanks.  I'll just watch from a distance."

   I drove to the other side of the dam and turned at a huge stuffed deer
and parked at the Marina.

   "Do you need to use the washroom?  Last chance!" and I whispered, "Put
your suit back on - for now!" I took Amanda to the restaurant and she clung
to me.  All around us were the glassy stares of hundreds of stuffed animals
ranging from bears to raccoons.

   "Oh, this is too weird!  Let's get out of here!" She urged as soon as
she was done.

   We located the boat I had reserved by phone and we moved our baggage on
board.

   "Welcome aboard the USS Dweebus!" Which, in reality, was a 16 ft jet
boat designed for inland cruising.  I helped her stash the food and drinks
in the ice chest.  She grinned when she saw the bottles of bubbly.

   We cast off and she leaned against me on the double-size helm seat.  For
fifteen minutes we ooh'd and ahh'd at the beautiful houses and cottages
that dotted the shore.  Amanda took her dress off and was in her 2-piece.

   "Let me put some oil on you before you burn." I said as I took the
lotion.

   "When can I take this off?"

   "You'd better not.  Mommy's gonna ask questions if you don't show tan
lines!" She took my shirt off and started putting the lotion on me.

   "You don't have to oil me there, Mandie.  I'm not planning to take my
trunks off."

   "Well, you never know, do you?  The girls will hate me if I let you get
burned there!"

   "OK, OK, stop already!  You're too good!" She pulled her hand back and
leaned on me.

   "James...  can you put some on me?  Down there...?" Soon she was
wriggling delightfully against me as I sunblocked her where the sun don't
usually shine.  She hugged me and bit me as she shook and groaned and
flooded my hand.

   "Says here to 'reapply after swimming or sweating'.  Does come count?  I
think you'll have to do me again, James."

   "Oh, if I must..."

   We had cleared the busier sections with the PWCs and water skiers and
the lake opened up to almost ten miles across, so I showed Amanda the
controls and gave her the helm as I got us drinks.  As her confidence grew,
she pushed the throttle up until we were going 30.  I help her adjust the
trim and soon we were skimming over the smooth water of the lake.  Her
knuckles were white from gripping the wheel but she was screaming with
delight.  With a little help, she did a 180, then worked up to a 360 and
soon she was whipping us around in donuts and figure-8's on the lake,
cutting across our own wake and launching us in the air.  She finally
slowed us enough to speak.

   "My god, that was some ride!  I just about pee'd my pants!" She was
shaking against me, "You know, it's ALMOST as good as sex!  And it doesn't
hurt at all!" She slowly caught her breath and licked my ear, "I'll bet sex
doesn't hurt any more either!  Care to find out?"

   "Let's wait a bit first.  Look." This section of the lake had opened up
even more but was very shallow and littered with stumps and dead timber. 
In the distance was a thick growth of cattails and more trees.  I told her
to follow the channel markers towards the trees.

   "Watch the depth gage.  Steer back towards the channel if it's less than
four feet.  The boat only needs a foot of water but there's no need to risk
getting tangled up..."

   "Wow!" Amanda had taken us into a stand of about a hundred cypress and
mangrove trees, their roots sticking out of the water.

   "Local myth has it that every New Years Eve they get up and walk,
and..., look at the branch up there!  It's a snake sunning itself!  And
over there, it's a heron!" We watched as it launched itself and took to the
skies.

   About a hundred yards in the trees closed up and I dropped anchor.

   "James, I really have to go - do I have to pee over the side?"

   "No, watch...  Ta-da!" I pulled on the helm bulkhead and it extended up
into a change canopy with a porta-potti.  I could hear her giggle with the
novel flushing mechanism.

   "James, watch...  Ta-da!" She came out holding the two pieces of her
swimsuit in her hand.  I could only stare, the air mattress I was trying to
inflate frozen and forgotten.

   "C'mere!" I said hoarsely.  I stayed on my knees and cupped her breasts
as I licked her hard nipples.  She hummed tunelessly and tore at my hair as
I pinched her hard flesh and worried her sensitive tips.

   Her breath started to come out in gasps and suddenly she pulled my face
down to her crotch.  I started kissing her little mound as she wrapped one
leg around my arm, using my hair to keep her balance.  She hunched and
invited my tongue inside her little hole.  It was soft and sweet and it
quivered delicately around my mouth.  Her gasps became moans and then she
came in a small shriek.

   I lowered her to the air mattress, my mouth still gently kissing her
thin pussy lips as her breathing slowed and her hand slowly released my
hair.

   "Mmmm, you make me feel so good, James...", and shivered against me as I
ran my fingers over her lean body, softly brushing her breasts and nipples.

   "Ohhh, James, I want you...  Inside me..."

   I sat back to take my shorts off and leaned over to start the CD.

   Dvorak's Cello Concerto began to play.

   "Oh, James...  sweetheart..." She looked lovingly at me before hugging
me in a terrible clinch.  She reached down to guide me into her tightness,
"Yes, my sweet love...  Make me yours again..."

   = = = = =

   We laid entangled around each other, our music and our love still
echoing in the still air.

   "I should hate you James.  I give you everything I have and then you do
something so sweet and lovely...  And I have nothing more to give!"

   "You've already given me more than I can ever hope for, my love..." I
caressed her face and kissed her.

   "I think of you and I want to cry.  You've made me so happy.  My
sweetheart, my lover..." She turned to kiss me, "Ow!"

   "Oh sorry, I hurt you again."

   "No - it's not bad.  It's a lovely reminder of what we just shared.  We
just have to keep doing it until I can fit you, is all!" She tried a weak
smile.

   "You want to have lunch now?  Or you want to rest?"

   "Let me rest a minute, but take us out where I can get some sun."

   I moored the boat out beyond the trees behind some reeds and watched as
the gentle waves rocked her eyes shut.

   There was a fishing rod in the boat and I cracked a beer and sat on the
front deck, thinking warm thoughts, idly casting into the edge of the
reeds.

   "Catch anything?" She came up and hugged me.  "I'm hungry!"

   "Nothing, we'll have to starve!"

   "Lemme try!" She sat on my lap and I showed her how to cast and
retrieve. On her third cast, something heavy almost pulled the rod from
her.

   "You got one!" as she tried frantically to reel it in and I yelled
directions.  She managed to pull the fish, a huge bass, almost into the
boat when it jumped off the hook and swam away, splashing us in disdain.

   "Didya see it?" She cried, laughing, "It was THIS big!" spreading her
arms as wide as they can go.

   "Ah, the famous One That Got Away!" She was grinning and jumping on my
lap.

   To celebrate, I brought out the 'champagne', which was actually just
fizzy wine but it was still too tart for her.  So after just enough sips to
get a nice glow on her face she lost interest and switched back to pop.

   We lunched on her roast chicken with salad and bread on the bow deck and
she caught two smaller fish, which we had to release as we had no place to
keep them or to clean them.

   "Next time we'll be prepared!  Look out, fish!" She shook her fist and
her boobies jiggled with her.  My cock unwound itself and she looked at it,
then she touched it tenderly.

   "Do you want me to make you feel good?" She kissed the tip and licked
it. She moved her hand up and down, licking and kissing the tip softly
until I started squirming and moaning.  Then she placed her lips over me
and started sucking as she touched my balls with her other hand.

   "Ahhhh," my hips surged off the boat and I started shooting into her
mouth.  She swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked some more.  She kept
her mouth working until I was dry and tiny.

   "Yuck - sperm and roast chicken don't mix.  Remind me next time!" And
emptied her pop in one long gulp.

   "Why don't we get our clothes on and we can explore the lake?"

   We leaned on each other as Amanda danced the nimble craft across the
lake in a spectacular, if somewhat roundabout fashion.  Opposite the
mangrove swamp a river feeding into the lake had cut a deep channel through
hard rock and I told her to steer for it.

   We went up the chasm and watched the water course through a series of
little cascades, ending in a booming water fall about 20 feet high, which
made a brilliant rainbow in the spray.  Amanda shrieked her excitement and
we danced and cavorted in the swirling mist, the magical colors flickering
around us.

   We slowly drifted out with the gentle current and watched the sun light
the sky up with yellow and crimson, playing over the water and the rocks.
There was a small wooden dock by the edge of some rocks where I made fast
and I hugged Amanda to me as we stood and stared, enraptured by the
majestic sight.

   "Hello, youngsters!" An old lady was standing at the top of some steps.
"Come up here if you want to get a better view!"

   We followed the steps cut into the rock face up to a small A-frame house
nestled in a leveled niche within a ring of rocks.  It was made out of a
dark wood and seemed to stretch deep into the mountainside.  It looked like
it was from some Tolkien story and from the lake it was practically
invisible.  The lady smiled as we introduced ourselves.

   "I'm Marjorie, let me get us tea first."

   The house was much bigger than it appeared from the outside because most
of it was built into the mountainside.  The living/dining area held a sofa,
a desk, a large oak table and chairs.  The large windows offered us and the
huge sleeping loft above a spectacular panorama of the lake and surrounding
countryside.

   The spacious patio outside faced the North and West and gave us a full
view of the sun setting in the distant hills.  Fleecy clouds were
highlighted with purple and vermilion, shot through with yellow rays like a
jewel-studded crown.( With drinks in hand, Amanda and I entwined fingers
and stared.

   "When my husband retired, he built the house here for the view, and for
thirty years I've watched the sun set here on Sunset Cove, it's always
different and it never ceases to take my breath away."

   "And your husband...?"

   "Dead these ten years now."

   "I'm sorry...  How do you manage by yourself?"

   "It's not easy, every thing has to come in by boat and I'm afraid I
wouldn't be able to stay here much longer..."

   "What would you do then?"

   "Find a place in town, I suppose..."

   "Marjorie, would you consider selling us this place?" She looked at me
curiously.

   "You're serious, aren't you!"

   "Yes, if you have a phone, my lawyer can have the papers ready by
Monday!"

   "No, I don't have a phone here.  But you can speak to my friend in town,
she's also my lawyer...  I'll think about it and let her know by tomorrow."

   As we talked, the sky had changed from orange to red, to a deep violet.

   "We better go before it gets too dark.  Very nice meeting you, and
please think about our offer, Marjorie."

   "Bye, youngsters!" as we wound our way carefully down to the boat.

   "Wasn't that a sight to remember?"

   "I wish we had a picture of it."

   "No picture can ever do it justice..."

   "Are you really gonna buy the place?"

   "Yes - can you imagine living with that view every day?"

   "Oh, yes!  And we'll have to come back tomorrow!  Right?"

   "Most probably."

   Amanda turned and buried her face in my chest.

   "James, thank you for a fabulous day.  I just love you so much, I don't
have words anymore!" We held each other, and no words were necessary.

   It was getting dark quite quickly and some clouds began moving in so I
started the boat moving on the lake, "If we hurry, we can try the fish fry
dinner and get you home by eleven, before your parents get the wrong ideas
about me..." but Amanda shut the engine off.

   "...or we can have leftover chicken after we make love under the
moon..." She lowered her mouth on me.

   In seconds I was straining and heaving myself in Amanda's hot, talented
mouth.  She pulled off, slowly stroking me and maneuvered her sex over me.

   I started shaking as soon as her little pussy made contact with the
sensitive tip.

   "My mommy thinks we're in love," Amanda said dreamily, then hissed in
pleasure and pain as she lowered herself on me, "And my daddy thinks you
want to put your big ugly thing in me and do perverted things to me." She
shook and moaned as she slipped her body over me.

   I sighed and closed my eyes, "Your parents are so perceptive."





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