Crewmate by glyph

Chapter I – Amber

He watched as she set the turnbuckles and winched in the sails.  She was very competent – that he already knew.  What held his attention was how good she looked doing it.  Performing physical work that would have challenged any able-bodied man, she moved with such feminine grace – almost as though she were dancing.  Her fluid ballet was only part of the package, however.  The fact that she was wearing only a smooth, unlined tan factored significantly into the attraction.

He caught wise that she was aware of his intense attention.  The fact that she would find frequent opportunities to turn her back and bend over so that her pink pussy lips peeked out from between her thighs was a giveaway.  Then she turned her profile to him and looked up into the rigging as though to check that the lines were clear.  She not only shaded her eyes with her hand, but also raised her other hand to fluff her hair as she did so.  She had to be conscious of how that lifted and pointed her tits.

He felt the stirring in his nether regions and became aware of the breeze passing over his naked cock and balls.  The only textiles on deck were attached to the mast.  He looked up at the set of the sails and made a small adjustment on the wheel.  They were well underway.  Her ballet was just about complete.

As he watched, he drifted back to the early morning when the boat rode at sea anchor with its sails furled.

They had gradually awakened in the double berth that gently rocked on the swells that passed under the hull.  They rapidly became aware of the warmth of each other’s bodies.  She turned on her side facing him and snuggled her head under his chin.  As she stroked his flanks, the smell of their previous night’s fucking lingered on her, seeping through the fog still filling his head.  That was all it took …

She felt the movement of his cock against her abdomen.  Her hand sought it.  She stroked it and then grasped it.  It didn’t require any further encouragement to achieve full, throbbing life.

She moaned and moved against him, her breath on his neck raising goose bumps along with his erection.  His hand moved over her back from neck to thigh and then between her thighs.  She responded to his probing fingers by raising her leg and draping it over his.  He took advantage of the opportunity by running a finger along her slit.  His finger encountered the trail of moisture from her cunt and followed it to its source.  He worked his finger in and out of her pussy, building her arousal.  She ground against him and tugged insistently at his cock. 

With a sudden movement, she pushed him over on his back and in almost the same motion swung into a sitting position straddling his abdomen.  She pinned his shoulders with her hands and looked triumphantly down on him through half-opened eyes.

She held that pose for only a moment before she raised up, flicked back her hair and reached between her legs to grasp his cock.  That accomplished, she scooted back so that her pussy was positioned directly above his straining member.

She paused and smiled with the same sleepy expression on her face.  Then without any expression change she sat down rapidly onto his shaft.  He entered her full length almost before the sensation of his initial entry registered.  A gasp of surprise escaped him.

Once again she paused, sitting up straight and fluffing her hair with both hands.  Her breasts rose to attention, creating a memorable sight in the half-light of the cabin.  Then she put her hands on her hips and began rotating her pelvis in small circles, jump-starting her arousal.

This lasted only a few reps. She stopped, leaned forward to support herself on her arms and then started long steady fuck strokes.  As she fell into a steady rhythm, she held his eyes with hers, her face framed by her hanging hair.  Her breathing became ragged indicating the increase in her arousal.

As his own passion built, he gripped her waist and attempted to increase the depth of her strokes.

When whimpering sounds began to emerge from her throat, he knew she was close.  He stopped assisting her and let her find her own level.  Suddenly, she hitched, ceased her strokes and clenched her cunt muscles as shudders overtook her.  With small cries, she went over and started down.

When he perceived that she had passed her peak, he began insistently thrusting.  She received the message, rallied and resumed her strokes.  They now had a common goal: his orgasm.

She matched his rapid thrusts, trying to clench her vaginal muscles to increase friction to bring him over.  Finally, he felt his incipient emission.  He seized her waist and pulled her down onto his cock, forcing it in her as far as it would go.  She took his cue and pushed down as well.  They held that pose as the hot rocket of his semen jetted from his cock.  He shuddered with each pulse.

As the pleasure/pain of the orgasm subsided, he relaxed his grasp.  She in turn lay back down on him, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Good morning, Master,” she murmured.  It was the name she used for him at times like this.  He felt the muscles of her face forming a smile against his chest.  He was still waiting for his breathing to slow before he essayed a reply.

His hand found her hair.  His fingers burrowed into it to stroke the back of her neck.

“Good morning, Princess,” he managed at last.

She raised herself up enough to look into his face.  She was smiling in that same sleepy way from among the tangles of her hair.

“I think we may have produced a tsunami with that fuck,” she opined.  “Do you think we should notify the Coast Guard?”

He laughed a lot harder than was warranted.  He was probably still light-headed from the expenditure of energy and jizzim.  She nevertheless seemed to appreciate his reaction to her sally.

“Well, as much as I’d like to go for seconds, I’m afraid I have a higher priority right now,” she said.

He became serious and spotted her a quizzical look.

She organized her features into a pained expression and then whispered confidentially, “I gotta pee really bad.”

He laughed with relief as she rolled off him and gained her feet.  His softening cock flopped out onto his abdomen.

As he watched her disappear down the companionway and turn into the head, he mostly felt gratitude.  He was glad that her urgent call of nature had precluded her demanding further service from this fucking apparatus.  Since nearly two and a half decades separated them in age, he found that keeping up with her demands could be taxing.  Of course her youth, beauty and enthusiasm were potent aphrodisiacs in their own right.  He found that he could perform longer, more frequently and experience more intense orgasms than he could with women closer to his own age.  He recalled that old (Pashtun? Bedouin? Whatever) proverb:  The best tonic for old age is a young woman.  Wise saying.

He swung his legs over the edge of the berth, sat up but didn’t attempt to stand – just a down payment for now.  Let the blood find its way back to the rest of his muscles now that his cock was finished with it.

She came out of the head pulling her hair back into a scrunchy.  Her glance in his direction told her that he wasn’t looking for a rematch just now, so she just said “All yours, Cap’n,” before smiling and turning to head out on deck.

His cock had softened enough to pee with reasonable comfort.  Following that, a few cursory ablutions and a glance in the mirror, he was ready to follow her.

The view topside was exquisite.  It was perhaps a half hour after the tropical sunrise.  The deeply colored sun cast a reflection on the nearly smooth water.

He glanced at the key points of the rigging and cockpit to reassure himself that nothing untoward had occurred during the night.  Then he turned his attention to her.

She was performing a series of stretches that looked like a combination of yoga, tai chi and dancers’ warm-ups.  It probably was precisely that since she’d had training in all of those at one time or another.  Seeing them performed in the nude by a young, well-appointed female, though, was a whole ‘nother trip.  Various views of spread pussy lips, spread ass cheeks and bounding boobs delighted his senses, not to mention what it did for his libido.

She caught him looking and frowned in mock reproach.

“Morning stretches are not just a spectator sport.  Get with it!”

He grinned and obediently undertook some groin stretches, but didn’t take his eyes off her lithe form.  It was when he took a seat on the deck to do an abbreviated Lotus that he saw what he was waiting for.  Her climax move was when she stood on one foot while she raised her other long leg nearly straight up above her head while holding on to the ankle, all without any support whatsoever.  She obligingly performed this feat while facing him so that he could see the full opening of her clean-shaven pussy.  It was still swollen and moist from their tryst. As he admired the display, his one-eyed trouser snake stood up to get a better look.

She pretended not to notice his reaction as she switched legs and repeated the pose.  He thought he noticed the barely repressed smile of pleasure trying to fight its way onto her lips.  She was an incorrigible tease.  Admittedly, it was her exhibitionism that turned him on the most.  Well, that and sticking his cock in her sweet little cunt.  Exhibitionism was a close second at any rate.

Breakfast had been an a fresco affair, consumed au naturale on the deck.  With nothing but a few wheeling sea birds and a breaching dolphin as an audience, their privacy was nearly absolute.  Not like the other day when they were in sight of several other boats when he impulsively accepted her invitation and bent her over the lip of the cockpit for a quickie.  He was stroking in and out of her cunt in a haze of pleasure when a boat under power suddenly appeared only a few dozen yards away.  The all-male crew applauded and whistled appreciatively as they passed.  He managed a sheepish wave but she lifted her head and smiled and waved enthusiastically.  Fortunately, they kept moving, so he was able to finish her off with some degree of decorum.

A breeze sprang up as they ate.  He noted that with satisfaction, since it would be difficult for them to return to Martinique under sail otherwise.  Chugging along on the engine was not the experience they were seeking on their last day out.

Her rigging tasks completed, she came to join him in the cockpit and he returned to the present.

She took a seat on the bare deck and let her legs dangle into the cockpit.  Extending her arms behind her, she leaned back, raising her lovely breasts once again.  She relaxed her legs and let her thighs fall open.  The pinkness of her inner pussy peaked out.

She broke into a small, pleased smile.

“What?”  He fixed her with a quizzical expression.

“Oh, I just love the way you look at my pussy,” she replied.

“How’s that?”

“You do a quick glance as though you’re too embarrassed to look.  Then you look again, longer this time.  Then you get that little smile.”

“Well, you do have an exceptionally good-looking pussy,” he replied, a bit defensively.

“Nice of you to say so.  But honestly, aren’t all pussies pretty much the same?  I mean, cocks have a lot of individual character, but pussies? They’re just kind of voids with lips.”

“Actually, pussies are at least as individual as cocks.  I believe Larry Flynt propounded that decades ago.”

“Ah, yes.  A wise man, that Larry.”  Her eyes sparkled with amusement.  “Is he still alive?”  She liked to tease him about his dated pop culture references.  “But seriously, what makes a pretty cunt?”

“Well,” he began tentatively, “I think there are cunts that are pretty and cunts with character.  Pretty ones are neat, symmetrical with nice lips.  Cunts with character might have unusually large features, like prominent clit or a higher rise to the slit in front.  What really matters, though, is how it fucks.  An attractive cunt just isn’t enough.  It’s got to be cock-friendly or it’s not worth anything at all. ”

Her smile had receded and become more searching.  He concluded that she was trying to decide if he was kidding or not with this little dissertation.

Finally, she relented.  “And is mine just another pretty cunt?”

“Oh, no.  Yours is eminently fuckable. Ask anyone.” 

She laughed appreciatively at his little tease.  Her musical, unaffected laugh was another part of her package that he found a turn-on.  Another one was her large eyes.  Not only were they an unusual slate blue, but also the irises were circled by a dark ring.  It gave them a mesmerizing quality.  He had no doubt that any man who saw them up close was instantly open to falling in love with her.

Her heart-shaped face tapered down to a very small chin.  It retained the little girl kind of quality that made her seem even younger than her eighteen years.  For this trip she had colored her hair a coppery gold that seemed to match her name – Amber.  She had long since removed the tie and allowed her hair to blow free.

“By the way” – her voice brought him back from this appraisal – “I worked out the arithmetic on that little problem you posed on the plane.”

“Oh, really.  What’s the box score – pun intended?”

She ignored his crack and announced proudly, “Twenty-seven guys have fucked me.  That includes you, of course.”

He raised his eyebrows in appreciation.

“Mmm.  And how …”

“I figure that it’s getting onto 600 individual fucks.  That is the old-fashioned cock-in-cunt thing.  As far as the oral scene, that’s a good deal harder to home in on.”  She was waxing downright clinical if not pedantic, as though she were discoursing on some dry economic statistics.

“A lot of the blow jobs I gave were in the course of foreplay.  I didn’t necessarily take the guy over with my mouth.  I usually tried to get him into my pussy before he came.”

“So …?”

She shrugged, “I’d call it fewer than 200 ‘suck-‘til-he-comes’ blow jobs.”

“How about the number of times that you came as he licked or fingered you?”

She rolled her eyes.  “I wouldn’t even know how to start estimating that one.”

He was impressed.  She was a smart girl.  Her sexual achievements were only rivaled by her academic prowess.  He found it hard to imagine how far this combo could take her.

“And all this in a little over four years.  Very impressive.”

“Four years, five months and …”  – she glanced to the right for a moment – “twenty-three days,” she concluded, looking back at him.

She got a dreamy, shy smile on her face.  “Four years, five months and twenty-three days since you fucked me for the very first time.  Have I thanked you lately for that fuck?”

“Not so far today.”

“Then thank you for that very first fuck.” 

She said it earnestly and for the upteenth time he was touched.

Her fourteenth birthday was approaching when she first broached the proposition to him.  He knew he was going to give her what she wanted as soon as she said it, but he protested for the record.  Her first fuck should be with a boy her age, he insisted.  Was she aware of the legal ramifications of his fucking such a young girl?  Then there was the prospect of parental disapproval.

She seemed to have anticipated everything he said and also to have anticipated his eventual consent.  She didn’t want a boy her age for the first time.  She wanted an experienced man – someone who could make the event pleasurable as well as memorable.  Mom and the law needn’t know.

She wanted him to take her on the eve of her birthday.  She would join him in his bed and he would fuck her – that simple.  Then she would spend the night with him and wake up fourteen years old and already a woman. 

She rhapsodized about the beauty and joy of that moment every day with him as the night approached.  She discussed the mechanics and preparations – how she would want him to coach her through each step of the act, culminating in their union.  She wasn’t on the pill yet, but she refused to consider any protection.  She calculated that it was a safe time of month.  And if anything happened – well, that’s what abortions were for, right?

When she joined him in bed on the appointed night, her eager romanticism of the past few days had been replaced by visible nervousness.  Yet he didn’t ask her if she really wanted to go through with it.  Her determination was as obvious as her nervousness.  Instead, he reached for her to enfold her in his arms.  She came to him with her own embrace.  She put her face up for the initial kiss and they joined lips tenderly. 

That didn’t last.  They both began to urgently work their mouths against one another.  They exchanged tongue thrusts.  Their breathing quickened.  Suddenly he realized what was happening and broke off.

“Too fast,” he gasped.  “Let’s try to take this slower.  Okay?”

She searched his face through disoriented eyes and then seemed to focus.

“Yes … yes, okay.  Easy …”

Still holding her in crook of one arm, he sent his other hand on an exploration of her nude body.  Her breasts were smaller then, but their appeal was hardly less than now.  She reacted with twitches and quivers as he worked her nipples.

Moving on, he slowly stroked her flanks, then abdomen.  His hand passed repeatedly over her mons.  He watched her eyes take on an insistent, hungry look as she thrust her pelvis against him in response to his touch.

When he finally dipped between her legs, he stroked her inner thighs, studiously avoiding her fuzz-fringed cunt.  She made an urgent whimpering noise in her throat as she rotated her pelvis to try to cause him to touch her pussy.  She was aroused and eager and growing increasingly impatient with his foreplay.

He nevertheless persisted with his slow build up.  He lowered his face to kiss and suck her nipples.  As he did so, he finally allowed his fingers to stroke her slit and then seek entry. 

She spread her legs wider and bucked against his finger, trying to drive it into her.  He swirled his finger slowly around the circumference of her opening, spreading her moisture over her lips and up to her clit.  His finger’s encounter with that protuberance caused her to react with more shudders and moans.

Finally, he gave in to her insistence and inserted his finger full length.  She writhed as he worked it in and out of her.

His face left her breasts and produced a trail of kisses down her chest and abdomen as it joined his hand in her crotch.  She had already drawn her legs as far apart as they would go, but still she tried to open more.  He applied his tongue to her clit as his finger continued to fuck her cunt.  Her reaction was electric.  Her vocalizations were nearly indescribable.

“Oh, please.  Please now.”  She cried and thrashed.  She tried to grab for his cock, but it wasn’t within reach.  Instead she gripped his head as he continued his ministrations to her clit.  He persisted until he sensed her impeding climax.  He brought her over with his tongue and then continued to finger fuck her on the way down. 

He raised his head and caught his breath.  Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth open as the waves of pleasure caused her body to spasm.  When the after shocks subsided, her eyes peaked out from under her lids and sought him.  She fixed him with a steady, expectant gaze.  She knew that was just the first round.

He drew his finger from her and crawled up her body between her legs. His face hovered over hers for a moment and then he lowered his lips to hers.  She met him with an open mouth.  He took the hint and inserted his tongue.  She sucked on it gently at first and then insistently.

He felt his hard cock resting on her belly, drooling precum. She felt it too and grasped it.  She tugged it gently.  He moved against her tugs, falling into a rhythm.

Finally he broke the kiss and raised his head to look at her face again.  Passion showed on her face as see gazed urgently through half-open eyes.  He decided that they were both ready.

He uncurled his body, bringing his cock head down to her pussy.  She maintained her grasp on it and drew it close to her opening.  He pressed up against her slit.  She responded by rubbing it between her lips and guiding it to her hole. 

That was all he needed.  Still watching her face, he pushed into her.  She pushed back.  Penetration was established.  He pushed further in.  She responded again.  When he essayed his third thrust she let go of his cock and arched her back maximize his penetration.  He felt some resistance and then freedom.  From her gasp and hitch he concluded that he had just dispensed with her hymen.

He drew back one more time and waited for her to get over her discomfort.  Then he made his final thrust.  His cock slid all the way home.

He stopped and scrutinized her face.  Her eyes were open and bright.  She realized what had just happened.

He reached for her leg and drew it up over his buttock.  She followed his lead and looped the other leg up as well.  Then, looking intently into her eyes, he began long, slow fucking strokes.  She caught on and began pumping him in and out of her with her legs.  She grabbed his shoulders for leverage and found that her thrusts became stronger.

Her clit was engaged.  He could tell from the rotating action she put into her pelvis at the deepest point of each stroke.  Her closed eyes, gasping and little cries were also giveaways.

By mutual consent they picked up the pace.  The only objective now was their climax.

Suddenly she went out of rhythm, bucked and tightened her legs to draw him as far into her as possible.  The fucking paused as she shuddered out her orgasm.  He rode with her over the top and down. 

When her vagina muscles and leg lock relaxed somewhat, he resumed his stroking.  It took a few reps before she rallied to rejoin him.

The welcome tingle in the tip of his cock spread rapidly through his loins signaling the impending eruption.  He tried one more stroke but instead hitched and plunged completely into her.  She sensed what was happening and tightened her legs and arms about him.  The explosion of the first hot load immobilized him.  He shuddered through multiple aftershocks and then collapsed, gasping.

As the fog in his mind started to clear and his breathing slowed, he realized that he had laid his full weight on her slight body.  Chastened, he rose to relieve what had to have been the uncomfortable pressure on her.  As he did so, she reestablished her grip and pulled him down on top of her again.

She whispered in his ear that she didn’t want him to leave, that she loved him more than anything and then she did it for the first time.  She thanked him and called him by The Name.  Suddenly his brain was short circuited by a fresh wave of desire.  His softening cock switched instantaneously into rock-hard mode.

He started moving in her again, slightly at first but then taking longer strokes.  He raised himself up and paused to look at her face.  Her eyes were wide and eager.  She knew they were going to fuck again.  She brought her legs and arms back into play as he resumed stroking. 

They fucked for a long time, pausing periodically to relax their muscles and exchange kisses.  The fluids from their first fuck reduced the friction, postponing their climax.  Finally they each achieved a new orgasm.  He had a lesser load to discharge but her orgasm seemed every bit as intense.

Afterward, he lay on top of her until his cock softened.  She sensed his imminent disengagement and withdrew her legs so that he could roll off her.  He lay on his side and looked at her.  She remained on her back, turning only her head toward him.

They talked.  She described how she felt and asked questions about what she should expect.  He reassured her that everything was normal and that she would be able to fuck again after her body had adjusted to the new state of her cunt.

He got out of bed and prepared a warm wash cloth and brought a towel to clean up between her legs.  She seemed to take the sight of her blood in stride.  When he was finished, he lay down with her again and they shared chaste kisses.  Eventually, he turned out the light and they slept.

The alarm woke them because it was a school day.  After stifling the sound, he drew her into his arms.  They exchanged some kisses and then he felt her body again.  When she flinched at the insertion of his finger into her cunt, he concluded that there would be no fucking this morning.  She concluded he was disappointed and apologized.  He reassured her that he was unconcerned with her inability to perform.

They showered together and he insisted on dressing her.  She selected a short, straight skirt as part of her ensemble.  She declined to wear panties under it.  She explained that now that she was a well-fucked woman, she wanted to feel free to express herself sexually.

When he dropped her at school, she slid over to tongue kiss him, hiking up her skirt as she did.  He acquiesced to the kiss and gave her pussy a brief stroke, but he was concerned that their antics would draw the attention of passersby.  She made a moue of disappointment but then smiled back at him as she alighted from the car.

He kept drifting off into reverie in work that day.  He remained behind his desk as much as possible to conceal his intermittent hard-ons as he reminisced about the events of the previous night and morning.

When that interminable day ended, he drove to her house to participate in her birthday celebration.  Although the house was full of her friends as well as her mother and stepfather, he only remembered seeing her that night.  He remembered distinctly everything she did and marveled at her ability to behave as though nothing had occurred between them.  It was only when the guests had mostly left and he at last decided he should also that she reacted to him.  She said she’d walk him to his car.

In the dark of the curbside she raised her arms to him.  Their kiss was a passionate battle of tongues as their bodies ground together.  She drew back suddenly and without taking her eyes from his, took his hand and inserted it under her skirt.  His finger found its way unerringly into her bare pussy.  She thrust her pelvis against its assault.

He asked her if she still hurt.  She smiled bravely and said “a little.”

A car pulled up to pick up a straggling guest.  They quickly resumed a more decorous attitude.  She kissed him chastely and returned to the house.  He drove home with a ragging hard-on.  He quickly masturbated it into submission as soon as he was through the door of his own house.

The next afternoon he had her naked and bent over his sofa while he plunged his cocking in and out of her.  She showed no sign of discomfort as she gasped with the violence of his violation.  When he made his final plunge to explosively unload his burden into her, it crossed his mind that he may be having the best sex of his life with this young, inexperienced girl.  He’d have to keep this up.

In the months and years that followed she took her new found knowledge on to other relationships with boys near her age and men much older than her.  He doubted that many of the latter group knew how young she was since she was able to project an aura of worldly sophistication that made her seem more mature. 

No matter how active or wide-ranging her sex life became, she made it a point to return to him as if to some home base to seek out a more open intimacy.  He sensed this and gave her the kind of safe haven where she could drop her sophisticated pretense and be a young girl.

A ruffle in the sheets brought him back to the present as he adjusted the wheel.  It was then that he noticed that his reverie had once again pumped his cock to full readiness. 

He glanced at her to see if she was reacting to it.  She was already in the cockpit on her knees reaching for his erection.  She smiled up at him. 

“Looks like someone is having nasty thoughts.”  She wrapped her lips around the head briefly and then added:  “I think I know how to fix this.”

She deep throated him expertly and then proceeded on with a leisurely blow job.  He realized that he wasn’t going to be able to mind the wheel attentively while this was going on, so he steadied it with one hand.  The other hand found her head as the fog of pleasure descended on his senses.  His pelvis fell in rhythm, thrusting into her mouth.  When he was ready, he didn’t bother warning her.  She handled his emission deftly with deep swallows.  He just had to concentrate on keeping his knees from buckling as released his seed.

She nursed his cock as it softened, finally holding it in front of her eyes and attentively applying her tongue whenever a straggling drop of cum emerged. At last satisfied with her efforts, she released him and sought out a water bottle from a compartment to wash down her meal.

She returned to her perch on the cockpit perimeter as he rechecked their heading.

When he glanced over at her, he sensed that the mood had changed.  She was sitting up straighter.  Although her legs were still apart, her pussy was tucked under her, no longer in plain view.  This was a more serious tone.  He waited with a vague disquiet.

She took another pull from the bottle and then looked up at him.

“In a couple of weeks I’ll be going away to college.  I won’t see you that much.”

He hesitated, framing his answer.  He wanted to reassure her but he also wanted to avoid seeming flippant or insensitive on a topic that was obviously upsetting her.  Hell, he wasn’t too knocked out about the whole situation himself.

“Princess, life is about beginnings and endings.  This is going to be a wonderful experience.  New things, new people, new … everything.”

He didn’t sound convincing, he knew.  That was because he wasn’t convinced.

She looked away and seemed to fight for control of her emotions.  Then her gaze returned to him.

“You’re right.  It’s just a separation anxiety.  I’ve got to concentrate on the positives.”

“That’s my girl.  A couple of days after you get to college it’s going to seem like you’ve been there all your life.  Why, just the guys you’re going to be able to fuck…”

The look on her face drew him up short. 

“I think I may tone down the hungry cunt thing a bit.”

“Why?”

She looked away while she seemed to be struggling to find the words. 

“Lately I’ve started to realize that with all the fucking I’ve done, what we do is different from what I do with the other guys I’ve been with.  The mechanics are the same: mouth on cock, mouth on cunt, cock in cunt and so on.  But I feel different when you fuck me.  I don’t feel like I’m performing.  I feel okay with doing as much or as little as I want and I know that you’ll be okay with it, too.”

She looked up at him again.  “I think I’ve been able to have all these sexual adventures with all those other guys because I know that when I’m done I can find you and you’ll fuck me in a reassuring way.  When I’m away at college, I won’t have that home base.  I won’t have a place I can go to be reassured and get perspective back.”

Her pause had to be filled, but he wasn’t sure where to go with this.  He had the sinking feeling that she was trying to tell him that she loved him in a way that they couldn’t consummate.  That would mean that she would never be able to have a lasting relationship with a “real” partner.

“Amber …”  He started and then stopped.  He put the controls on auto, then moved to the edge of the cockpit.  He sat down next to her and encircled her shoulder with his arm.  The other hand came to rest on her thigh.  In the meantime she had hunched over, folded her arms and cast her eyes at the cockpit deck.  He was uncomfortably aware that there were tears in her eyes.

“Amber, I understand what you’re saying, believe me.  And I know how serious this is.  But except for the fact that we’re fuck partners, this is the sort of thing that every girl goes through at this time.”

Without looking up, she reached over and took the hand off her thigh.  She guided it up to her breast, placed it there and then covered it with her own hand.

“Am I being silly?” she asked in a small voice.

He leaned over and kissed her on the temple.

“Not silly – normal.  Things will change and when you’re comfortable and happy with things the way they are, you’re going to be anxious and … unhappy.  But once you get past that anxiety, you can see the positives and you accept that things just have to move on.”

He gently disengaged his hand from her breast and used it to lift and turn her chin so that she looked at him.

“One thing that you’ll always be able to count on is that I’ll want you in whatever way you’re willing to give yourself to me and I’ll always be okay with what you do with other men.”  He took a breath.  “That’s the long way of saying that I’ll always love you.”

A smile started to steal onto her lips.  The sparkle in her eyes was no longer just the moistness of tears but the joy of a woman who’s loved.

She opened her arms and reached up encircle his neck.  The smile was spreading rapidly.  Her face missed his.  His freed hand went to her waist.  They were cheek to cheek when her breathy whisper registered in his ear.

“And I’ll always love you.”

They held that pose for a few moments, then she pulled back and engaged him in a slow chaste kiss.  When she drew back from that, she looked into his eyes and stroked his cheek.  He congratulated himself on remembering to work a shave in that morning.  A lady always appreciates a smooth face when she’s being fucked.

“I’m hungry,” she said abruptly.  “Are you ready for lunch?”

Amber’s pussy was as moist and inviting as ever as he pushed into her.  The remains of their lunch lay beside them on the deck.  At the conclusion of the meal he had complemented her on the lunch preparation.  She responded by glancing significantly at his crotch and asking him to show her how much he liked it.  He prided himself on being able to take hint.

After two orgasms in the morning, he didn’t expect to have much to contribute to their body fluid exchange.  Just hold up your end and tease an orgasm or two out of her.  She wasn’t difficult to bring over.  He’d resumed fucking her as soon as she came down sufficiently to release the grip of her cunt muscles on his cock.  As he brought her up for the second time, he realized he was not empty.  As the pressure to deliver his load built, his strokes became shorter and more rapid.  She in turn pumped her legs harder to improve his penetration.  When he made his final plunge, she held him tightly while he spent himself inside her.

He collapsed on top of her as he waited to regain his strength.  When he raised himself at last he saw her face sporting a satisfied smile.

“My, you’re just a little Energizer Bunny today.”

“I’m surprised. I didn’t think I had it in me.”

“Well, now it’s in me.”

He settled back down on her with a chuckle.  Lying on her felt wonderful.  After a filling lunch and a spirited fuck, he was more than ready for a nap.  She stroked the back of his neck as a he closed his eyes.

He came to with a start.  He couldn’t have dozed long but his cock was fully soft and out of her.  The tip was touching the deck in a little puddle of his residual semen.  He felt her moist pussy against his lower abdomen.  Her legs were spread wide on the deck.

Up on his forearms again, he met her sleepy smile.  There was no resisting it.  He lowered his face to hers for the kiss.  Her participation had the same slow, languid quality as her smile.

When he drew back he reluctantly observed, “I’d better get off you.  This can’t be comfortable.”

“It’s okay, really.  It feels good to have you so close.”

But he reared up on his knees clear of her.  Once he sat back on his heels he extended his hands and took hers.  With that he pulled her into a sitting position, her legs still splayed around him.  Smiling, he brought them both to a standing position.

“Time to get back to work.”

To be continued ...