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Bellaire Belles

Chapter Three


By Mr. Freeze


I was on cloud nine the morning after I formally "met" Sarah.  All
thoughts of Heather were out of my mind.  The issue with Ashley still
nagged at me, but I was in such euphoria that it was on the back burner a
bit too.

I whistled cheerfully as I showered and got ready for my day with Sarah.
Sarah had arranged for Brianna to spend the day at one of her friend's
houses so we could spend the day together out and about.  I asked, rather
I demanded, that I plan out the day.  

The order for the day was casual, with swimming attire in tow.  I wore a
nice tan herringbone polo with olive khaki shorts and nice tennis shoes.
I was going for casual, but a nice casual.  It was something a man that
was that same age as her with some amount of cash would wear.  I was sure
she was going to come dressed like a million bucks and I didn't want to
embarrass her out in public.

After I got dressed I went out to the Sea Ray and started prepping it for
a day out on the water.  I loaded up some soda and made sure the liquor
cabinet was stocked.  I also packed a few snacks in case we got hungry.  I
then took the boat over to fill it with some gas and then parked it on
Sarah's dock and gave the air horn a real good blast.  I stood out on the
deck and saw a concerned looking Sarah marching towards the dock.  She
looked absolutely stunning in her white short shorts and white button up
shirt that was tied at her tummy.  She looked absolutely delicious.  When
she saw me standing out on the deck she smiled at me.

"Jesus Christ Greg, you nearly scared me to death with that horn," she
laughed.  "Probably got the attention of the entire neighborhood too."

"Are you ready to go my dearest?" I said with flair.

"Actually no, Brianna hasn't left yet," she said.

"Can she not stay home on her own yet?" I joked suddenly realizing that I
probably shouldn't be making fun of her parenting skills.

"You are absolutely right.  I will run in and tell her I am going and we
will be off," she said giggling at me.

I cursed my sense of humor as I waited for her to come back out.  She came
back out of the house, jogging up to the boat.  I got out of the boat and
held the line so she could get in and then climbed back on board once she
was in.  

"Hello sexy," she said as she took me into her arms and gave me a
lingering kiss.

"Oh my, are you trying to seduce the captain?" I asked in mock horror.

"Yes I am because I love him," she purred.

I was so tempted then to tell her I loved her but I really didn't, not
yet.  I liked her a lot, but it wasn't love and I realized I shouldn't
tell her it unless I meant it.

"Have a seat right here m'lady," I said gesturing to a captains chair
right next to the driver's seat.  I had laid a towel on the seat so it
wouldn't get hot for her.

"Oh my, aren't you the polite boy," she said giggling.

Her comment kind of took the wind out of my sails.  It reminded me that
she was thirty-one and I was only nineteen and there was a huge difference
between us.  I suddenly wondered what she wanted from a "boy" so young.
Was she just using me like Heather did?

I stood over the driver's seat and put the boat into gear and eased it out
into the channel in front of our houses.  It was shaping up to be a very
hot day, the sea breeze the only comfort against the oppressive humidity.
I didn't realize it but I purposely looked away from her as we made our
way through the no wake zone on the way to the Intracoastal Waterway.  

"Is something wrong," shouted Sarah over the noise of the boat engine.

I looked at her and forced a smile and shook my head at her.  "I'm fine."

Sarah got up and came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders much
like she did the day before.  Her touch was so warm and so comforting.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked me in my ear.

I shook my head again.  Then I paused.  "I know this isn't a good question
to ask on a first date, but is this all just about sex?  I mean you are
eleven years older than I am and..."

"No Greg," she said in my ear again.  "I want you to be my man.  I fell in
love with you yesterday.  I really think I fell in love with you earlier,
after what you did for Grace I mean.  You are such a kind and loving man
and I need that in my life so much."

"I really like you Sarah," I said slowing the boat down to a crawl and
turning to her.  "I could even grow to love you."

"I know you aren't in love with me yet.  You haven't had the chance to
worship me from afar like I had with you," she giggled.

"Look, I am still a bit wary about things.  My last girlfriend used me and
I don't want that to happen again," I said seriously.

"I am not going to use you, Greg," said Sarah, equally serious.  "Funny,
most guys just used me for sex, never stopped to think that a woman would
do that to a man."

I kissed her gently on the nose.  "Thank you," I said. I smiled at her and
then returned to piloting the boat.

Once I hit the end of the no wake zone I motioned for Sarah to sit down
and then I sat down and threw the boat in high gear and opened it up all
the way.  As we went down the Intracoastal Waterway, I glanced over to
Sarah every once in a while to see how she was doing.  She was having the
time of her life.  She was smiling, almost giggling the whole time.  I
also noticed that most of the time she was watching me pilot the boat.  

We hit another no-wake zone by John's Pass.  There were several dolphins
in the area so I had to be extra careful piloting the boat through there.
I always considered Johns Pass one of the best places in the Bay Area to
see dolphins.  Sarah marveled at the animals playing in the water as if
she had never seen them before.

"I have lived in Florida for my entire life and I never get to see these
beautiful creatures enough," she lamented as we went through the pass and
out into the open ocean.

"These dolphins are almost always here.  There is a really nice market
area on the northern shore of the pass, which is good for viewing them,"
I pointed out.

"I always drive over that bridge we just went under and never realized
there were always dolphins down there," she said in shock.

"Don't you ever get out on your boat?" I asked.

"Not my boat," she replied.  "I let one of my friends keep her boat tied
up at my dock.  I haven't used the dock since Brett died."

"...and I take you out on a boat," I said sullenly.  "I am sorry."

"I'm not sorry," she said smiling.  "I am having a wonderful day.  I don't
let the past get to me."

"Ready to hit the big waves?" I said, changing the subject.

"You betcha!" she exclaimed.

"We are going to be out there for a while so if you need a break just let
me know.  I am planning on going pretty far."

She nodded with understanding.

I kicked the boat back into gear and headed into the Gulf of Mexico.  We
had a ball as I was hitting the big waves at full speed and launching the
boat out of the water each time.  I hugged the shoreline at about a
quarter mile out to avoid shallow water.  My boat had a pretty shallow
draft but I still didn't want to take any chances.  We passed by gleaming
hotels, high-rise condominiums, and miles of beautiful white sand beaches.
The further south we went, the whiter the sand got.

After passing Fort Desoto I started making course for where the
Intracoastal picked up near Bradenton.  When I hit the first no-wake zones
near Sarasota Bay we had traveled for almost an hour and a half.  We were
both tired and hungry.

"You ready to get something to eat?" I asked Sarah.  She nodded in reply.

"I know of a really good place near here called the Salty Dog.  Mostly
just the boat crowd that goes there.  I hope there will be some dock space
available."

  
It took me a few more minutes to get there and to my relief there were
several dock spots I could slip into.  There was a boy working the dock to
help us moor the boat to the dock.  We quickly got tied up and headed into
the restaurant.  One of the reasons I liked the Salty Dog was because the
place was quieter than most of the restaurant's and bars that boaters
normally stopped at.  Most of the boaters that came to the Salty Dog had a
bit more disposable income.  That is also another reason why I came
dressed as I had.

A hostess sat us right away in a cozy corner table with a view of Sarasota
Bay.

"Are you having fun today?" I asked Sarah as we sat down at hour table.

"I am having an absolute blast," she said beaming at me.  "It has been too
long since I have been out boating.  I can tell that it is something you
love to do."

"I use Aunt Grace's boat every chance I can get.  She never uses it so at
least it is getting some use.  I think that sometimes she buys stuff for
the sake of buying it and having it and that she never considers whether
or not she is going to actually use it."

"Yeah, I have seen that in her too," replied Sarah nodding.

"You keep saying I saved her life," I said, suddenly serious.  "What did
you mean by that?"

"Your aunt was a mess before you came out here.  She hadn't been able to
get over Frank's death.  I would like to think I had something to do with
her staying alive all those years but it was you Greg.  Your cards and
letters and phone calls are what kept her going for the four years
following his death.  You were the only family that would even talk to
her.  When you agreed to come to school down here, she was a changed
woman.  She loves you so much Greg.  You are all she has.  I am just her
friend.  To her, you are family and a friend.  I don't know how many times
I heard her say ‘I would kill myself if I didn't know how much it would
hurt Greg.'"

I looked at her, too stunned to talk.  A waitress coming to take our drink
order forced me to talk.

"Welcome to the Salty Dog.  My name is Amber and I will be your server.
What can I get for you to drink?"

"I will have iced tea; unsweetened," I said.  The fact that they had
unsweetened iced tea was another reason I came to the Salty Dog.  Every
other place in Florida only had nasty sweetened Iced Tea.

"Diet Coke," said Sarah.

"I will be back with your drinks in a moment," said the cheerful Amber.

"I never realized she was in such a deep depression," I said, returning to
our conversation.

"That is because when she talked to you there was no depression.  Whenever
you called she would be happy for a couple of days," said Sarah looking
into my eyes.

I looked down at the table, suddenly unable to look at her.  

"I just don't get how I could make her so happy," I said.

"You were the only one who took her for face value.  A lot of it had to do
with your youthfulness at the time, but you kept looking past whatever
your family could not.  You also were the only one who would just listen
to her.  One of my problems was I kept offering her advice.  She didn't
want advice, she just wanted someone to listen and you did that for her.
She always knew you would grow up to be a man of good character.  I know
now that she was correct."

"You have only really known me for about 24 hours," I said.

"It already seems like I have known you for an eternity.  You are such a
gentleman and so polite.  The way you made love to me yesterday was so
caring and full of emotion.  From what Grace told me about you and Heather
you were a real gentleman with her too.  Grace was so upset with the way
Heather always treated you."

"She was?" I said surprised.

"She never thought Heather was good enough for you.  She felt that Heather
never cared about you.  She was surprised your breakup didn't happen a lot
earlier."

"Why didn't she say anything to me?" I asked incredulously.

"Because you wouldn't have listened and you would have only gotten angry
at her, which would have solved nothing.  You needed to learn from that
relationship.  You learned not to let women walk all over you," she said.

Amber came back and gave us our drinks.

"Are we ready to order?" said Amber with a smile.

"Haven't even looked at the menu yet, can you come back?" said Sarah in an
apologetic tone.

"No problem," she said cheerfully and went off to take care of another
table.

Sarah scanned the menu, found something and then put it down.

"Can I ask you a personal question about Heather?" said Sarah when she was
finished.

"I guess," I said warily.

"Was she your first?" she asked.  She looked down at her menu, not able to
look at me.

"Yes," I said evenly.  "She taught me how to please a woman.  I guess it
was just her selfishness that motivated that."

"I am happy she did," said Sarah looking at me and smiling.  "You are the
best lover I have ever had."

I felt me cheeks heat up.  "Awww shucks ma'am," I replied in my best John
Wayne voice.

Sarah giggled like a little schoolgirl.  "You are so damned cute."

"Can I ask you another personal question?" asked Sarah.

"Well questions about my virginity are about as personal as you can get so
I don't think it could get any more personal."

"You mentioned that you had sex with your best friend and that ruined your
relationship with her.  Can you tell me more about her?"

OK, she found something more personal to me than my virginity.  Still, I
felt compelled to answer her.

"Her name is Ashley, Ashley O'Rourke.  She was a freshman just like me.  I
met her on move-in day and we hit it off as friends ever since then.  I
tried dating her once and it just didn't seem right then.  Her and I just
found we could talk about anything.  She sure as hell made Heather jealous
but she really didn't have to worry much about us.  The only thing she
might have had to worry about is that Ashley has a bit of a nudist streak
in her and she was never shy about being naked around me but it was never
sexual ... well ... that is until a couple weeks ago."

"Why won't she talk to you or why won't you talk to her now that you have
had sex?" she asked.

"Well we really didn't have sex.  I mean I was inside her but I pushed her
off of me and she landed on the floor really hard.  She is so mad at me
that she won't call me, won't take my calls.  I feel so bad about what
happened."

"Do you ever think that maybe she is just too embarrassed about the
situation and cannot face up to the situation?" said Sarah with a serious
look.

"I don't know.  I can't even talk to her to find out," I said sullenly.  
"I guess it probably wouldn't be a good idea to start seeing her as a
friend anyways now that I am in another relationship."

"I wouldn't be jealous of her at all," said Sarah.  "I think you need her
back in your life.  She makes you complete.  I think I would like this
girl a lot if she likes you so much."

"But there is now going to be sexual tension between the two of us if we
do get back together," I said.  

"You two probably need to let it happen and then you could be friends
again," she said.  She turned her eyes to her drink and took a sip.

I was stunned.  Had she just told me to have sex with Ashley?  "Excuse
me?"

"You two need to have sex and get it out of your system.  Then you can
continue to be friends," she said matter-of-factly.

"I can't believe you are suggesting that seeing we are dating," I said,
just a bit angry.

"Hey, you made no commitments to me whatsoever.  Even if you did, if it
would make you two happier together as friends I would be all for it."

"Let's just change the subject," I said angrily.

"Greg, I know how much she means to you as a friend.  I am willing to
forgo my jealousy over you having sex with another woman if it is going to
make you happier in the long run.  It is obvious to me that you aren't
romantically interested in her."

"Just drop it," I said firmly.

"I am not going to drop it," said Sarah firmly herself.  "Listen Greg. I
am not like Heather.  I actually care about you.  I am also not a jealous
little bitch.  We have dated once and had sex once.  I am not going to get
all bent out of shape if you sleep with another girl, especially if it is
out of friendship and not out of true love.  We have made no commitments
to each other so technically you are still welcome to do as you please and
there isn't much I can say about it."

"I really don't think that will happen," I said trying to calm down.  "I
want you to be the one in my life."

I couldn't believe I had said that.  I don't even know where it came from.
That was as close to an ‘I love you' without actually saying it.

"Greg, like you told me yesterday, slow down.  Let's take the emotional
side of things slow for now.  I am ready for it and I know it will take
you some time."

"Does that mean that you regret yesterday?" I asked.

"Not at all.  We can still have sex, eventually it will be more like
making love," she said with a wink.

The waitress came back and took our order.  I ordered my usual grouper
sandwich and she ordered a tuna sandwich on whole wheat.  I figured she
probably had to eat real healthy in order to maintain a figure like she
had.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" I asked Sarah with a sly grin.

"Sure, I have asked several of you already."

"You must tan in the buff seeing you don't have any tan lines, right?"

"Yes I do," she said.

"So how do you do that with a fourteen-year-old daughter at home?" I said.

"She usually does it with me," she said nonchalantly.  I almost choked on
my tea.

"I expected that kind of a response," she said.  "You are going to find
that I am pretty liberal on my beliefs about many things as they pertain
to sexuality and also with the human body.  My daughter has grown up
knowing there is no question I won't answer and that every question I
answer will be truthful.  I want her to be comfortable with her body so I
allow her to sunbathe nude if she chooses and if she wants to be nude any
other time I allow that to as long as it isn't in public.  I know what I
am saying probably doesn't make much sense to you but the stuff that
parents teach their children about sexuality and their bodies, especially
girls, makes it so boys become very domineering sexually and girls become
repressive about it and feel that they cannot enjoy it.  By giving my
daughter the truth about these things she won't get lies from someone else
that doesn't have her best interests at heart."

I smiled at her.  "I actually agree with you.  I really think women don't
enjoy sex because they feel they can't without being labeled a slut.  I
might call your methods extreme but I am not in a position to argue them
as I am not Brianna's parent."

"Most men don't accept what I just told you," said Sarah grinning.  "You
just keep earning more and more brownie points."

"So when am I going to get to meet Brianna?" I asked.  "Hopefully she
won't be in the buff when I do meet her, "I added with a nervous chuckle.

"You can meet her tomorrow if you would like," she said.  "Maybe we could
hang out around the pool, although then you would have to deal with her in
the buff."

"I don't think the cops would like a nineteen year old guy swimming with a
naked fourteen-year-old girl," I commented dryly.

"Nah, don't worry about it.  They will only arrest you if you molest her," 
she chuckled. "Maybe the pool might be too ambitious for you first meeting
her."

"How about I have both of you over tomorrow night and I throw some steaks
on the grill," I offered.

"That sounds wonderful," said Sarah happily.  "Just make it something
leaner like chicken and you have a date.  Gotta watch my figure you know."
She winked at me.

"It is a very beautiful figure," I added.

Sarah blushed and looked in to my eyes.  "You know, you are so wonderful."

I looked behind me.  "You talking to the guy behind me?" I quipped.

"No silly, I am talking to you," she giggled.

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The two of us enjoyed our lunch discussing my school plans of becoming a
marine biologist.  I told her about how I took up scuba diving as a hobby
the minute I arrived in Florida.  She told me about all of the charity
work she was involved in.  She did a lot of work for Make a Wish
foundation and also for the Child Abuse Prevention Program.  

Once we finished eating we hopped back into the boat and started heading
back to Bellaire Shores.  I decided to stop on the way at John's Pass so
Sarah could watch the dolphins.  I stopped the boat real close to the
highway bridge over the pass and Sarah and I just watched, arm in arm, as
the dolphins frolicked around the boat.

"Thank you so much for this," said Sarah, still in awe at the dolphins
swimming around us.

"You are welcome," I said.  "I thought you might like a stop here."

Sarah leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek softly.  I turned to her
and saw she was still looking at me so I gave her a small chaste kiss on
the lips.  

"Let's go inside the cabin and have a little fun," said Sarah with a wink.

"Let me pull the boat out of the pass.  I can't anchor here," I said.  I
wanted her so bad.  I put the boat in gear and moved it out of the pass
and out of the main boat traffic and dropped anchor.  Anyone who was into
boats would know exactly was going on in our boat but I really didn't care.

While I was moving the boat, Sarah went into the cabin to get ready.  I
slipped in to the cabin to find a very attractive naked woman waiting for
me.  My manhood instantly sprung to attention.

"I just want you to know that I find the captain of this boat very sexy,"
said Sarah in a sultry voice.

"So you think my aunt is sexy?" I quipped.

"You are such a goof," chuckled Sarah.  "That sense of humor really turns
me on."

Sarah sauntered up to me and draped her arms over my shoulders.

"It looks like the captain is out of uniform," Sarah said with a impish
grin.

"And what is the uniform of the day?"

"Au natural," purred Sarah reaching down and pulling off my shirt.

Sarah ran her hands up and down my baby smooth chest.  "You have such a
sexy chest," she cooed.

"You wouldn't have said that if you had seen it a year ago," I said
chuckling.  "All of the diving I have been doing has been a great workout
for me."

"I have a feeling you were still sexy," she said winking at me.

I grabbed her breasts and gently kneaded them in my hands.  Sarah slapped
my hands away.

‘Uh uh big boy," she said softly.  "This afternoon is about you.  You were
so selfless with your love yesterday that I want to return the favor."

This was a switch.  I was used to Heather making sure that I made her cum
so many times each time we had sex.  Sarah wanted me to feel good and was
being selfless with her love.  It gave me a warm feeling throughout my
body.

"Lay down baby," said Sarah pointing to one of the beds in the cabin.

I quickly complied, lying down on my back.  Sarah climbed over me and gave
me a slow, passionate kiss on the lips.  I could feel her nipples brushing
my chest.  Her lips slipped from mine and she started kissing down my neck
and down to my nipples.  She took one in into her mouth and sucked on it.  

"Oh my!"  I nearly hit the roof in pleasure.

Her tongue began flicking my nipple.  I felt like I was going to cum
before she even touched my manhood.  Heather had never done that to me.  I
knew that it made a woman feel real good when she was sucked there, but I
never knew I could feel that good too.

"Does it feel this good when I do this to you?" I gasped.

She nodded and continued on the other nipple.  She was driving me
absolutely crazy.  Her kisses started trailing down my stomach.  I knew
where she was headed.  I couldn't wait for her to get her mouth around my
cock.  Heather only gave me a few blowjobs.  She really didn't enjoy it.

Sarah's kisses trailed down towards my manhood but then made a detour.
She kissed around my thighs a bit and down my legs.  She was teasing me
just like I had teased her the night before.  It was wonderful.  My
anticipation was building to a frenzied pitch.  I felt like I was going to
cum the moment her lips would hit my manhood.

The first touch to my manhood didn't come from her lips but rather her
tongue.  She licked up and down my member sending shivers through my body.

"Oh my god," I groaned as she took my manhood into her warm, welcoming
mouth.  She had me so worked up that I could already feel my balls
churning.  

"Oh god, I am already close," I groaned.  "Pull off, baby, pull off."

Sarah didn't listen to me.  Her mouth was pistoning my cock.  The pressure
in my balls was becoming unbearable.  I couldn't hold out much longer.

"I'mmmmm cummmmmmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg," I exclaimed as I shot
my seed into her hungry mouth.  She took every drop without complaint and
then sucked whatever didn't come out of me as well.

Sarah kissed her way back up my stomach and chest and then to my lips.  I
could taste my salty seed on her tongue.  She broke the kiss and then
cuddled in next to me.

"That was absolutely the most wonderful thing a woman has ever done to me
in my life," I said with a sigh.

"This is just a thank you for the way you treated me yesterday.  You are
so selfless when you make love.  I wanted you to feel like I felt
yesterday," she said.

"My God, Heather never did that for me," I said.

"Heather sounds like a selfish little girl," said Sarah.  "I know you like
pleasing your woman Greg, but honestly you need to get some enjoyment once
in a while too."

"I loved pleasing you though," I retorted.

"I know you did baby and that is what makes you so damned special," she
said.  "Most guys don't give a fuck what a woman wants.  I just want you
to know that I want to please you too."

"How in the hell did I get so lucky to have someone like you drop right
into my lap," I replied with a grin.

Sarah answered me with a forceful kiss.  "Fuck me," she purred.  "Fuck me
like a little whore."

I rolled Sarah onto her back and began kissing her.  I then worked my way
down her neck with more kisses.

"Forget the foreplay; fuck me," she demanded.

I wasn't about to argue with her.  My cock was instantly hard again and
ready for action.  I slid the head of my manhood into her and stopped,
remembering how tight she was yesterday.

"Oh god, you are so big," she groaned.  "Slam it in to me baby.  I want
you to fuck me like a little whore."

I was getting really turned on by her dirty talk.  I jammed my cock all
the way into her until I bottomed out. 

"OH GOD!  YES!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME HARD BABY!"

I started pumping her slowly, getting used to her tightness.  She felt so
good.  There was no way I was going to last long in her depths, even
though I had just had some of my edge taken off by her blow job.

"You are so damned big," she moaned.  "Give it to me harder baby!"

I picked up the pace, bottoming out on each stroke.  I could already feel
my orgasm building.  I tried thinking of sex with Mother Theresa but even
that wouldn't take the edge off.  I quickly reached my climax and spilled
my seed into her.

"OH FUCK YES BABY!" screamed Sarah as her womanhood began to spasm around
my spurting cock.  "FILL ME UP BABY, YES!"

I collapsed on top of her and our lips met in a passionate embrace.  After
a few minutes of tongue swapping, Sarah broke the kiss.  "You know you are
still hard inside me?"

I honestly hadn't known it but now I was fully aware of my throbbing
erection lodged inside her.  I slowly began moving in and out of her.

"Oh yes, it is wonderful to have a young man with tons of stamina," said
Sarah with a sexy smile.

"And it is nice to have a woman old enough to be in her sexual peak," I
teased back.

"Oh, you are terrible," she giggled punching my arm lightly.

We slowly fucked for the next fifteen minutes in silence, just enjoying
the feel of one another.  Sarah climaxed several times in nice easy and
quiet orgasms.  I finished our copulation with a thundering orgasm in
which I probably let everyone in Pinellas County know that I was cumming.

Afterwards we lay next to each other, staring into one another's eyes.  I
had fallen hard for this woman.  Her aqua blue eyes hypnotized me further
into loving her.

"That was so wonderful," I said, interrupting our silence.

"I really think we were made for one another," said Sarah smiling back at
me.  Her smile melted my heart.

"I want to say something, but I am going to wait for a more appropriate
time," I said.

"I love you too," giggled Sarah.  "You go ahead and tell me sometime when
you aren't on a hormonal high."

We both giggled at that comment.  We then shared a slow passionate kiss,
which was interrupted by a earsplitting clap of thunder. 

"Fuck!"  I exclaimed as I flew out of bed and threw my shorts on.  "I
didn't want to be out this late.  I should have known better than to be
out for the afternoon thunderstorms."

"What are we going to do," said Sarah in a panic.

"Not much we can do," I said.  "I am just going to secure some stuff
topside and then I will have to pilot the boat to make sure we don't run
into anything.  You just stay down here.  Everything will be fine."

"I want to come up with you," she said.

"Too dangerous," I said.  "Just stay down here.  This shouldn't last that
long.  These storms never do."

"But..." said Sarah, interrupted by another crack of thunder.

I didn't stay to listen to anything else she had to say, I just opened the
door to the cabin, only to be met by a deluge of rain and wind.  The boat
wasn't rocking to badly so I knew it wasn't one of the really bad storms.
I pulled the anchor quickly and hopped into the driver' seat and started
the motor.  I decided to move out of the path of John's pass and further
into the Intracoastal as I wouldn't get the waves from the gulf once the
storm moved offshore more.  I didn't have to wait long for the storm to
pass.  It only lasted a half hour and I had missed a good chunk of it.  

When the storm blew over I piloted the boat the short distance to Bellaire
Shores and back to our dock.  Once I had the boat docked at my pier, I
went down and got Sarah.

Sarah was huddled in the corner crying.  I felt bad that I had left her
down as long as I had.  If I had known she was that scared I would have
come down and gotten her earlier.  I went over to her and took her naked
body into my arms and held her.

"Everything is ok now baby," I said, consoling her.  "You are back home
now."

"I was so scared for you up there," she sobbed.  She ran her hands down my
bare chest.  "I am so glad you are ok."

"T'was nothing Scarlet'," I said in a bad Clark Gable accent.

"Oh, Rhett, you saved my life," said Sarah in an equally bad southern
accent and now giggling.

I hugged her into me tightly.  "You may want to put something on till you
get back to my aunt's fence line.  Lots of nosy neighbors around here,
especially this dark haired broad next door to me."

Sarah giggled and punched me in the arm.  "You goof."

I pulled away from Sarah and then grabbed my shirt, throwing it over my
shoulder, and then went back up on deck.  I started securing the boat so
that it could sit for a few days.  Sarah emerged a few minutes later in a
light blue bikini that was barely there.  She looked damned sexy in it.  I
am of the firm belief that there are some clothes that make a woman look
sexier than when she is naked and this bikini was one of those items.

"Why don't you go up to the house and get out some tea and I will be up in
a bit," I said grabbing the boat cover.

"OK," chirped Sarah happily as she practically pranced off the boat.

"A few minutes ago you were crying," I shouted to her.  "What has gotten
into you now?"

"You just make me so happy," she said, skipping off the pier and towards
the house leaving me just shaking my head.  

I threw the boat cover on and then secured it to the boat.  I double-
checked and retied the boat moorings and then headed up to the house, my
shirt over my shoulder again.

When I got up to the house Sarah was sitting at the table drinking a glass
of tea.  Another glass of tea was at the table for me.  I collapsed into
the chair and smiled at Sarah.  She returned a warm smile back to me.

"Thanks for getting the tea," I said holding up my glass in a mock toast.

"Thank you for a wonderful day," she replied.  "I cannot remember having
such a wonderful day in so long."

"Me neither," I said solemnly.  I turned and looked out the window.  We
had been so close to Sarasota.  I could have stopped in and said hi to
Ashley.  I could have made the first move to get our friendship on track.
I missed her so much.  Suddenly I felt so empty again.  This was an
emptiness that not even Sarah could fill.  I wanted Ashley back in my life
so bad.

"What's wrong?" asked Sarah.

"Honestly?" I said rhetorically.  "Things are going really good between
us.  You have made me forget all about Heather.  I really look forward
to getting to know you much better.  The problem is that even with
everything going so well between us, I still miss the hell out of Ashley."

"Greg, why don't you go see her," she said softly.

"I just can't do it," I said.  "She will never forgive me for being such
an asshole."

"You might be surprised, Greg," said Sarah. 

"I don't know Sarah, I just don't know."

-- end chapter three --