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   James Part VII.  Wandering Afield.

   Chapter 43

   Brenda and Sherri had stayed up late, hoping to catch a glimpse of the
turtles so we let them sleep.  Sara and I went for breakfast.

   Al welcomed us, and showed us a huge plastic wrapped package.  "This is
a small token of my appreciation!" Al enthused, "We took the King Mackerel
you caught and smoked it in palmetto and oak.  It should keep for a week or
two so you won't starve on board!"

   "That's so very thoughtful of you, Al!" Sara laughed, "How did you know
that James has to eat all the time?"

   Al confided that he has made 3 sales last night with twice that in
potentials, "What you are doing are just the thing - there's been concern
that the engineering has fallen behind, but your little talk has sure lit a
fire under us!" He paused, "Is there any chance of seeing you back - or the
cuddy in action?"

   "We'll be busy for the next ten days of so, but we're planning an open
house a week from Saturday, you should come up and stay the weekend!"

   We exchanged cards and he shook hands with both of us, "Come back any
time - you're now honorary Haveners!"

   After breakfast, we collected the girls and boarded the freshly
provisioned Jewel.  Along with the fish, AL had supplied more breakfast and
drinks.

   We pulled out and had to hug the shore closely as the current further
out was still a stiff 8 knots going the wrong direction

   Sherri and Brenda disappeared down the cabin after just a few bites and
Sara and I sat nestled together with our coffees, watching the scenery slip
by.

   The shore was dotted with houses and, wherever there were beaches,
motels and cottages.  Here and there were huge tracts of tidal-flood plains
converted to salt farms.  Lush bird life accompanied us the entire time.

   Gradually the bottom shallowed from silt buildup and we were forced to
double back out to sea.  Then with the hydrographic maps and an eye on the
depth sounder we navigated into a wide and congested river.  It would take
us to the inland lake where the shoot was scheduled.

   Bren and Sherri emerged, rested, radiant and hungry.  We were still
quite early so decided to look for a place for lunch in the harbor.

   "Look!" I pointed at a boat painted in naval camouflage colors with
"PT-69" on its side.  Wicked looking torpedo tubes and huge Anti-Aircraft
cannons and machine guns bristled along it.

   "It's a PT-boat from the Second World War!  I didn't know there were any
left!" A sign on its control bridge pointed to the "Home of the Original
Patrol-Torpedo Boat" up a side channel.

   "Sorry girls, I've got to see this!"

   "There he goes with his phallic symbols..." Brenda grumbled.

   "Actually the PT boats had the first planing deep-V hulls." I explained,
"They're 75' long and had redundant power sources with three engines
driving twin screws, requiring only one of each to power it 10 knots or
better.  With all 3 engines running, they produced over 3500hp, with a top
speed over 55 mph and could handle 15-foot waves."

   "Wow, how'd you know so much about these things?"

   "While you were drooling over the phallic symbols back there, I just
read it." I smiled, the shipyard had a billboard pointing out the basic
facts of the boat.

   Sherri leaned up and said, "James, what's a phallic symbol?" She dropped
a hand on my lap and licked my ear.

   "God, Sherri, are all you private school girls so perverted?  I thought
Amanda was an exception, but you're even worse!" Brenda marveled.

   Sherri grinned, "We have been instilled with a need to learn, to pursue
knowledge.  Of any kind." She batted her lovely lashes and squeezed me.

   "That's a beautiful sentiment," Sara said, "I for one could not fault
that - so I will volunteer my impeccable expertise.  Starting now." As she
pulled Sherri down into the cabin.

   "Whatever it is - Sara's got a bad dose as well..." Brenda shook her
head as she planted herself on my lap.

   We tied up at the far end of the dock in the shade.  Hopefully the two
of them in the cabin would not attract too much of an audience.

   The company had returned to manufacturing pleasure yachts since the war
and now specialized in mid-size, 45' to 70' deep hulled boats with
traditional pilot-house layouts - where the living quarters and the bridge
are enclosed in the same area.  This allows large, open interior spaces
suitable for longer journeys over open seas.

   We were introduced to a tall, handsome woman when we mentioned we
represented a Marina.

   "Hi, I'm Rhianna Degan." She smiled as we exchanged business cards.

   She looked at mine, "Hmmm, I'm not familiar with your organization..." I
explained our expansion plans and interest in handling larger motor yachts
such as hers.

   "In fact, we are going to Regan Boats now to see if we can work
something out..."

   "Oh, in that case, I'm sure none of our boats would be of interest to
you."

   Brenda and I looked at each other as she brusquely shook our hands and
returned to her office.

   "Wow!  Talk about snobby - or is neurotic!"

   "And they don't even make the same kind of boats!" I said.

   "I think they just feel anyone interested in Regan boats are not classy
enough for them!" I had to agree with that - every boat they built was
sumptuously appointed and luxuriously finished in deep burnished wood and
gleaming brass - no plastics for these guys!  Designed for cruising, they
emphasized traveling comfort rather than speed.  We followed a wall full of
autographed picture of boats they had built for famous personalities.

   We found a restaurant not far and joined the summer crowd for lunch,
Brenda was happy and sparkled, drawing more than her share of attention and
admiring looks.  Arm in arm we walked the curio shops and touristy places
for another 20 minutes and returned with burgers and drinks for the girls.

   The remainder of the trip was through a series of canals linking small
lakes and waterways, alternating between small towns and hamlets and open
marshlands.  Several times we saw people fishing with pelicans and
kingfishers.  The birds were kept on long leashes and then sent to dive for
fish - which they had to surrender to their handlers because they could not
swallow them past a strap around their throats.  It did not appear fun nor
comfortable for the birds.

   The girls went below and Brenda and Sara coached Sherri in 'The Look'
and practiced applying makeup on each other, only coming on deck after I
announced our arrival.

   We were on a large hourglass-shaped lake owned by the Regan Boat people
and they had everything out on the water, from 17 footers to ocean-going
yachts 50 feet long.

   Todd and Kelly came up as we tied up.

   "I knew that was your boat pulling in!" Kelly enthused, taking my hand
but looking at Brenda and Sara, "Dammit, you girls get prettier each time -
you two are just gorgeous!" She shook her head, and looked at me, "What a
lucky bastard!"

   Sara took a step towards us and Kelly quickly dropped my hand, "Er,
Sara, it's ok - I've already been warned by Amanda.  I promise to respect
your property!" She twinkled at me at the last.

   "Does that mean you'll wear a bra now?" I asked innocently.  Brenda
eased up and slipped her hand down my shorts, nails first.

   "Not on your life!  I have an image to maintain too!" Kelly laughed, as
she fluffed her open blouse.  She looked back at Todd, "What a find, these
people!" And froze.

   Todd was staring as well.  Sherri had just stepped out of the cabin,
wearing a shirt tied loosely over a white one-piece swimsuit.  She was a
breeze on a tropical night, jasmine-sweet, warm and sultry and
blood-boiling.  For a moment she looked lost under the close scrutiny, then
she turned to me and I smiled and winked at her.  She smiled back and I
heard Todd gasp.

   "Y-you're Sherri?' She nodded, still smiling.  She turned slightly and
rested her hand on her hip.  Todd started shaking with excitement.  "C-can
you turn around?" he managed.

   He was wringing his hands by the time Sherri finished her pirouette,
"Who do I have to deal with?" He panted.

   "Me." I sighed and invited Todd on board.

   "James, can I take the girls over to the pavilion?" Kelly asked.  Many
of the models used in the shoot were employees and their families and a big
welcoming cook-out dinner was getting under way.

   Todd wanted Sherri to work with him as a fashion model, where the real
chances for fame and fortune lies.  "She's got it all...  Looks, youth,
poise, body and that...  er, sauciness." He gushed.  A nice way to say
sluttiness, I suppose.

   I did not have the girls' abilities to wow their way through
negotiations, so I smiled enigmatically whenever I envisioned Jules to be
batting her lashes and tapped my nails on the table when Celeste would be
touching her tongue to her lip.

   Finally, I said, "Todd, I like you and I know Sherri will do great
things with you, but you know," I smiled and added an enigmatic sigh, "I
have to report back to Jules...  And Sherri is Amanda's good friend..."

   Todd wilted and said, "Yes, I understand..."

   So Sherri signed on, subject to her parents' approval, at a starting
rate of $250 per hour, net, with a guarantee of 3 full layouts the first
year.

   We went to the food pavilion and a large crowd, mostly male, had
collected around the girls.  Brenda saw me and made her way over, followed
by Kelly, Sherri and Sara.  Some of the men started following but were
stopped with a haughty 'Look' from Brenda.

   They handed me a drink and a burger and waited as Sherri leaned in and
gave me a kiss, soft and intoxicating.

   "We had to tell them you're Sherri's boyfriend to stop them attacking
her." Sara explained.

   "And you two?"

   "Our boyfriends are back home, but they're AWFULLY big and AWFULLY
jealous!"

   "So I shouldn't get fresh then?"

   "We let on that you're in the same fraternity with them and we're, well,
sorta loose with the brothers.  Y'know, the booze and drugs and all..."
Sara glinted as Kelly and Todd looked on in great amusement.

   Sherri sighed and blinked at me, "And James, I had to promise the
strange lady certain...  ah, liberties...  For the privilege of being your
girlfriend." She held me and leaned on me, "I hope you don't mind too much
and, well...  I hope you appreciate my sacrifice!" She licked me.

   Sara laughed, "Sacrifice my ass!  You're as wild as Amanda in bed!  Do
you want me to show James the hickey?" They both blushed.  Kelly snickered.

   "Tell you what," Brenda said, "Next time, I'll be the girlfriend and you
two can be lezzie lovers.."

   "Then we can't let him touch us?" Sherri murmured against me.

   "Well he could be trying to convert you..."

   "Hmmm, that may work..." Sara leaned on Brenda, "Can we be lezzie lovers
this time?"

   "Well, it's real lonesome away from our jocks.  And...  y'know, with the
booze and drugs and all..."

   By this time, Kelly was draped over Todd as they gasped out their
laughter.  We waited for them to get back under control while I outlined
his offer to Sherri.

   "No need to decide now - you'll have to get some studio shots and then
talk it over with your parents.  But I believe Todd, you could make it
big!"

   "Yes," Todd managed, "In fact I want all of you, but then I'll have to
re-negotiate with JulieAnn," He grimaced.  "Sherri, your face is classic,
lovely eyes.  Plus all of you have that, ah, the, ah..."

   "Sluttiness." I filled in.

   "Well, yes, that's one way of putting it...  but there's a purity, an
innocence as well." Todd amended.

   "So," Sherri wrapped her arms around my neck, "I'm your Slutty Virgin?"
She slipped her hand in my hair and wrapped a long leg around mine, "Or do
you want a Virginal Slut?" As she licked my lips.

   I stroked her hair, "Neither," I whispered, "I want my Fairy..."

   Her eyes suddenly swam with emotion and she hugged me tight.  Then she
took my face, "My dear master, I am all yours, my heart too..." I sank in
the warm pools of her eyes.

   "Alright you two, spare us the schmaltz - the whole world now knows
you're her boyfriend."

   "You know," Kelly said, "Next time I see JulieAnn, I'm gonna beg her on
bended knees to be let in on your little group - I'll even promise not to
come on to cutie pie here.  You guys are having way too much fun." She said
soberly.

   She looked about, "Oh, duty calls.  I'll see you later and we can swap
dirty stories!" Grinning, she went over to the podium to go over details of
tomorrow's shoot and to coach them on posing for the camera.

   "We've got an hour or two of sun yet, why don't we take some shore
shots?" Todd led us out.  He had to get his own equipment as the
photographers would not be arriving until the morning.

   Many of the smaller runabouts and cruisers were moored along a strip of
land to be used as backdrops.  Todd did some with me and the girls, which
was great fun as we got to be mushy and lovey-dovey; we swam and did
picnics and cuddling shots and a number of head shots.  The most memorable
was when Sherri licked my ear and squeezed my cock just as Todd clicked the
shutter.

   After he exhausted my photogenic abilities Todd concentrated on the
girls, handing me a digital and told me to start shooting as well.

   I caught Brenda walking down the sandy strand, her hair fired up by the
setting sun.

   "Smile for your lover!" I cried.

   "Which one, my sweet thing or my lezzie lover?" She grinned as I snapped
the shot.

   Todd was planning on having Sherri attend a fashion shoot in the Islands
in a month's time and was busy with head-and-shoulder shots of Sherri for
her portfolio.  I collected the lezzie lovers to look at the boats.

   Sara was intrigued and waded up to a 17' runabout.  "These are the most
worked-up hulls I've ever seen!" Even the portion above the waterline
looked complicated.  There were long thin ridges and fins and grooves half
way down the boat.  There the design stopped abruptly, as if the boat had
been chopped and grafted to the back end of a smaller boat.

   "Stepped hull." Sara explained, "The idea is to use the front half, with
its deep displacement and aggressive design for stability and turning.  On
plane, it would sit on the trailing edge of the fore-piece and the
smoother, smaller aft-piece, with an artificial air gap to cut down water
resistance."

   She leaned under, "And look!" She pointed to large grooves running
vertically, ending in swirled cavities below the water line.  "They want to
introduce air at these points, but were not sure of the exact locations."
Her eyes glinted, "Because they cannot be locate the exact aeration points
either!" She shook her head.  "Still, it must've been hell to work up this
mold.  I would love to see their assembly!"

   Kelly came to join us, "Well that's it, let's hope they remember a tenth
of what I told them!  And let's also hope they show up on time..." She
looked slyly at me, "It's a 9am shoot, do you want me to wake you up?"

   "Er, no thank you..." I hastened as sets of nails arrived simultaneously
at a very sensitive part of my body.

   "Didn't think so!" Kelly laughed, shaking her head, "You guys are too
fucking much!"

   I drifted back to the food pavilion after the girls went off with Kelly
to do shots with different outfits.  I grabbed sandwiches and drinks for
them and started making myself a couple of steaks on the grill.  I was
joined by another model, a tall distinguished man, older and with a silver
white head of head.  He was the epitome of healthy outdoor living, tanned
and sinewy muscular.  I introduced myself and he just said, "Call me
Chuck."

   He accepted my offer of a steak, rare and got us beers.

   "Busy day tomorrow!" I said, between bites.

   "Yep..."

   "From around here?"

   "Yep...  You came in with the girls?" Geez, he was old enough to be
their grandfather!

   "Yeah, we work with Todd as well..."

   "That your boat?"

   "Yeah." I was determined to show him I could grunt with the best.

   "26-footer, Magnum III engine?" Maybe he's not quite the lecher I had
thought.

   "Yeah, nice handling, good in seas."

   "What, 40 tops?("

   "In the books, yeah, we've clocked 49 on a dirty hull...  Lake,
repeatable." The speed would be an appreciable percentage lower in salt
water, but I emphasized the fact it was not current or wind assisted.

   "Really?  Changes?"

   "Nothing fancy.  Lateral disruptors, progressive tabs - with the DX
lower-unit and a longer pitch."

   "Hmmm, interesting..."

   "Care for a ride?"

   "Ah, no, not tonight.  Tomorrow, after the shoot, perhaps?"

   "Sure, but we're leaving right after." He finished his food and stood,
nodded to me and walked off.

   I grabbed drinks and sandwiches and the bowl of fresh fruit salad before
the cleaners could dump them and took them back to Jewel.

   I was dozing off comfortably on the deck, digesting the third meal I
had, when I was pleasantly awakened by a pair of lips on mine.  The perfume
was distinctly identifiable.

   "Mmmm, Kelly, do the girls know you're here?" I mumbled without opening
my eyes.  Giggling in the background informed me they were.

   "Damn, you ruined the surprise.  The girls were telling me what a great
kisser - among other things - you are.  So I begged them for a chance to
try."

   "Just a kiss, James." Brenda cautioned.

   "Yeah, but..." Sherri breathed.  "When he kissed me?  Ten seconds and I
was ready to give up my virginity."

   "No chance of THAT happening here!" Kelly laughed, "OK where do you want
to do it?"

   "This seems as good a place..." I stretched and scratched my tummy as
Kelly knelt down by my side.

   "James, our reputation's riding on this you know?" Sara looked worried.

   "You didn't seem to mind it the last time..."

   "No, but..." she blushed, "I'm easily impressed."

   "Hmmm, too true," Brenda agreed, "The girl's got it bad for our stud
here...  However, I'm not so easily impressed and he does OK by me."

   "You ready Kell?"

   Without a word she pressed her face against mine and her tongue snaked
into my mouth.

   I pulled her back.  "Wait, Kell, who's kissing who here?" I stroked her
hair.  "Just relax, and let me lead...  OK?" She looked at me, nodded and
closed her eyes.

   I held her face and stroked her softly.  I kissed her eyes and nose.  I
ran my thumb across her lips and she whimpered.

   "Shit," Brenda whispered, "She's gone now!" Kelly sighed.

   I let my lips flutter across hers with light licks.  She gripped my
shoulder as I danced my touch around her lips and her face.  Her breath was
strained and she was grunting softly as I increased my pressure.  I slipped
one hand behind her head and the other cupped against a cheek.

   I turned her face to give better contact and nipped her lips.  Her mouth
opened in surprise and I slipped my tongue in, just touching her teeth and
lips, teasing hers.

   She grunted and climbed over me, wrapping her legs around mine.  We
mashed our mouths together, tongues dueling for control, our breathing
labored and urgent.  She gripped my hand and forced it on her ass as she
squirmed her groin on me.  She moaned, her tongue stabbing in my mouth,
grunting to her gyrations against my thigh.

   Finally, her gasps slowed and she nestled her head on my chest, her hand
still holding mine over her back.

   I looked up.  Sherri was hanging over the bench, flushed and excited.  I
stroked her face as she leaned down for a soft kiss.  She pulled back,
smiling, then she moved so Brenda can share a kiss as well.

   I took Sara's hand as she knelt down where Kelly was before and she
caressed my face.  "My wonderful lover." She whispered, leaning down to
kiss my cheek.  "I love you so..."

   "So, Kell, convinced?"

   "Mmmm, let me lie here a bit..." She said on my chest, "James, put your
arms around me...?"

   I hugged her and she squirmed on me until she found a good spot.  "Oh,
it's so good you holding me!  I can do this all day!"

   "Which is pretty much what you've been doing!  OK Kell, time's up!"
Brenda pulled Kelly up.

   She slowly sat up between my legs and looked at Sara, "I wish you hadn't
talked me into trying it.  Now I'm gonna go round wondering what else I'm
missing!"

   Sara laughed, "You literally forced me to let you try!  But I'm afraid
that's all the sampling he's allowed!"

   Kelly looked at me, "Can we do it again?  I think I can do better than
that..."

   I sighed, "Kelly, you have to remember that each of these ladies kiss at
least as well as me." I smiled at them, "And then there's Amanda..."

   "Ohhh god, that girl..." Sherri said dreamily, "Kelly, one touch and I
was spreading my legs and begging her..." She shivered.

   "Ah well," Kelly sighed, "I guess I'll be going back to my trailer and
see if Mr Eveready is up to the task..."

   "Kelly," Brenda said, "Do you trust me?"

   "Trust?  Shit yes, Bren..." Kelly hissed, "I just humped my orgasm on
your boyfriend and I was ready to let you watch him fuck me!" She looked
sadly at us, "Pathetic isn't it?"

   "Kell, this is something James taught me..." Brenda smiled wistfully,
"Back when I thought fucking and sucking were the only things in a
relationship."

   I moved back and Brenda sat facing Kelly.  She placed her hands on
Kelly's face, "OK, you do the same to me...  Right, now do to me what I'm
doing to you...  Or what you want me to do to you, OK...?  Now, close your
eyes."

   Their hands made lazy movements and for minutes nothing seemed to
happen, Kelly opened her eyes, then quickly closed them at Brenda's gentle
smile.  Gradually, their breathing sped up and I could see sweat breaking
out on their skin.  Soon Kelly was shaking and moaning her need.

   "Wait for it, love," Brenda murmured, "It gets better..." and went back
to her slow and sensual caresses.

   Now both of them were squirming on their seats, Kelly looked with
yearning at Brenda, passion in her eyes, squeezing her legs together and
trying to rub her crotch on the seat.  Brenda too was soaked through with
sweat and they were both whining out their passion when Kelly turned bright
red and went "Ughhh!".

   She released Brenda and started touching herself, leaning on Brenda and
shook and moaned.  "Oh, oh, god, oh, fuck, good!  Oh god!  Yesss!" She
jerked in her delirium.

   Brenda was shivering and panting as we watched Kelly spasm in her seat,
hand blurring at her crotch.

   Finally Kelly took a shaking breath and looked at us, "I've just been
totally ravished..." She sighed and shook her head, "I don't know if I
should slap you or kiss you...  Brenda...  My lovely Brenda..." She looked
shyly at her and blushed.

   "We call it the Touch.  All it is is trust - of allowing someone to get
close to you, both physically and mentally; and sharing - you want me to
feel good because it makes you feel good, and so on." Brenda leaned back on
me, "He showed me...  And I cannot thank him enough." She stroked my face
and sighed.

   "I'm a mental wreck.  You guys are entirely too much to take at one
sitting - maybe never." Kelly picked herself gingerly off the seat.

   "And guess what?" Brenda grinned, "Next time you're in the mood for Mr
Eveready, do this," She held her hands to her face, "You'll save a bundle
in batteries!"

   "I'll probably be dreaming of just that all night!" Kelly laughed,
weakly.

   "Did we also mention that Brenda does the same thing with us?" Sherri
said softly, "But over our naked bodies?  With our tongues?"

   "Arghhh!  Don't say another word!  I'm joining a convent!" Kelly covered
her ears and ran off.

   "Do you think she'll ever be happy with Mr Eveready?" Sara said.

   "Do you think she'll ever be happy with another man?" Brenda chuckled.

   "Or another woman?" Sherri giggled, and tipped her head at Brenda, "You
look a little uncomfortable still...  Brenda...  My lovely Brenda..." she
breathed, mimicking Kelly.

   "OK Missy, you asked for it." Brenda dragged Sherri in the cabin,
"Tonight, we do the tongue thing until you can make me come first!"

   "Yes, my lovely Brenda..." grinned Sherri.





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