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Subject: {ASSM} <THM>"Orphans" (MF Rom slow) by El Gato
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Content Warning: The following is a work of fiction, and contains
mature subject matter; and graphic descriptions of people engaged
in sexual acts.  If this bothers you or if it is illegal to
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now. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to any
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Copyright (c) by El Gato, 2001 el_gat09@hotmail.com


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Reviews of the story are welcome.

This story was written as participation in Hecate's 'Theme'
challenge. My topic as drawn: "Yachting". Hope you enjoy.

'Orphans', by El Gato M/F Rom Slow

We were both orphans, her by an act of God, me by an act of
parental choice. Her last year of High School was spent with her
paternal grandmother after her mom and dad were killed in a
tornado. I spent my entire life living with different 'nannies'
and 'governesses' because my parents were too busy to bother with
the 'accident' they spawned. Yeah, I know. You're saying 'poor
little rich kid' right now. Well, big deal.

Sharon was a frumpy looking blonde who wore a fake pair of
glasses. Her look was all part of her plan to keep people away;
she wasn't in college to socialize. She told me so. I met her
during my junior year (she was a Sophomore), we both were taking
Psych I and Business Law. After the first week, we started
meeting every Tuesday and Thursday in the library to study. When
we'd take a break I would start a little small talk with her.

What's my name, did you say? Well, you can just call me Danny for
the time being. Just an average guy, average height and build,
average all around; except for the accident of my birth. Oh,
well.

We both stayed on campus during most holidays. She wasn't close
to her grandmother, and I didn't want to see my folks, either. I
began to notice how pretty her eyes were, and that her dull
clothes couldn't completely hide what had to be a nice figure. I
asked her out a couple of times, but was gently rebuffed each
time.

Our second semester of studying together only found us with one
class in common. We still kept the same schedule at the library,
though. Our conversations during breaks were relaxed and open.
She told me about her strict upbringing, about only dating her
last year in High School, and her struggle to keep up her grades.
I told her about my deprived rich kid life, and how I stopped
dating after overhearing an ex-girlfriend say that she was only
going out with me in the hopes of getting expensive gifts. Sharon
finally let me take her to dinner, but only to dinner, a couple
of times. I found myself really liking her company.

Finals rolled around, as they always do; and we were talking
about our plans for the summer.

"I'm going to spend a couple of weeks on the lake. Dad bought
this great motor yacht, used it one summer, and hasn't used it
since." I laughed. "This will be the third summer I've had it to
myself."

Sharon thumped my shoulder. "Poor little rich kid, my ass!" Then
she sighed. "I've got to stay in the dorm by myself until the
summer semester. Grandma isn't well. She put herself into a home,
and I can't go stay with her anymore. She wants me to write, but
I'm only to visit once a month." She shook her head. "My dorm
parents are cool, but even they're leaving for a week. I hate
being all alone like that."

I placed her hands in my upturned palms on the table between us.
"I'm sorry, Sharon. I don't mean to flaunt my good fortune in
front of you."

"It's OK. I'm just going to miss you, that's all." She squeezed
my hands.

I squeezed back. "I'm going to miss you, too." We both sighed at
our misfortune in life. Then I decided to do something about it.
"Sharon? We don't have to be alone, you know."

"What?"

"You could come with me for the two weeks until summer term." I
stopped her automatic objection, and continued. "Look. This isn't
a little boat. It's a small ship, really. Two staterooms, a full
head, all the comforts of home. Including satellite TV. You know
I can afford to bring along any number of friends, and you're my
friend. Don't automatically say no. Think it over, and tell me
tomorrow after grades are posted." I extended my right hand. "Is
it a deal?"


She tentatively took my proffered hand, "OK, I'll think it over.
But no promises!"

"It's all I ask." I gently shook her hand. "Meet me here tomorrow
after three, OK?" She just smiled and nodded her agreement.

The following day was Wednesday, and grades were posted at noon
in the various buildings. I made the trek, fought the (small)
crowds, and collected my grades. I was proud of myself, but knew
I was the only one. I ate a late lunch, and then headed for the
library to meet Sharon. I saw her headed my way; she looked both
agitated and preoccupied. I got close enough to see the worried
look, and then walked up next to her.

"Hi! Have you seen your grades, yet?" She was startled, but
recovered and smiled.

"Hi! Yes, all but one is posted. Professor Stevens is late, as
usual." We walked to a bench, and sat down. "How did you do?"

"I did pretty good. One 'B', and the rest were all 'A's'. I'm
feeling rather smug, right now. How about you?"

"I did better this time, thanks to you. Two 'B's', and the rest
were all 'A's'. That's a vast improvement over the two 'C's' from
the last semester, and no 'A's' to boot. You've been a big help.
Thanks, very much.'

She had been looking at my face, seeming very happy, then she
looked down and away. Her smile was gone.

"What's wrong? Is it your grandmother? Is she alright?" My voice
sounded my concern.

Sharon chewed her lip for a second, and then looked at me. "No.
Gran's all right. It's me, I'm afraid. The dorms are closing for
ten days for renovations, and I won't be able to stay in them.
I've got to move my stuff into storage, even." She gave me a wry
grin. "I hadn't really planned on accepting your offer, you know
that don't you?" I probably looked crestfallen. She put her hand
on my arm. "Don't look at me like that. You don't know the whole
story. And now." Her hand fell away with her gaze.

"It's OK. You don't owe me any explanations. I'll even help you
move your stuff before I go on vacation. I'll still miss you,
though."

I thought I saw her wipe a tear, but she was looking away again.
"Now I really feel like a heel." She turned back to me, but was
looking down still. "Is your offer still open? I do need
someplace to stay, and a vacation does sound good.  If you don't
want me to go, I'll understand."

I reached out and gently raised her chin. "I'm looking forward to
spending my vacation with my friend. I'd feel bad if I couldn't
do that, you know?" She gave me another small smile. "I'd better
go make arrangements. When do you need help moving your stuff?"

"Thanks, Danny. The dorm parents and my roommate are helping me
store my stuff. What do I need to bring with me?"

"Just some clothes and toiletries. Everything else will be taken
care of." I gave her a big smile. "You're going to love this
motor yacht! It's got all the neat stuff. I can't wait to show
her to you."

She gave a little laugh. "Boys and their toys, eh? We'll have
fun, I think." We made plans on where and when to meet, and then
went off to get ready.

Friday morning I walked into the lobby of her dorm, and called
her room. "Hi Sharon. I'm out front."

"OK, I'll be right down."

Sharon came into the lobby carrying two suitcases, and had a
third bag slung across her shoulder. I moved to help her. "Let me
carry some of that."

She set the suitcases down, and took the bag from her shoulder.
"Here, take this one. It's easier to carry two suitcases.
Balance, you know."

We put her luggage in the back of my suburban next to mine.
What's that? A suburban did you ask? Yes, I drive a big SUV. I
like the room, and the four- wheel-drive. I had a 'flash' car
when I was in high school, but decided on the suburban when I
came to college.

The drive to the lake was a little over three hours, the marina
was another hour past that. We didn't talk much on the trip, just
some small talk about classes and grades. We listened to my
collection of big band and jazz, just letting the time flow by
us. Quickly enough, I was pulling into the parking lot of the
marina restaurant.

"Ready for lunch?" I asked.

"Sounds good, I'm starved. But aren't we going to the boat?" She
was looking towards the water, trying to figure out which 'boat'
it was.

I laughed. "Not yet. This is the last chance to eat someone
else's cooking for a few days, so I'm going to avail myself of
it." I extended my hand. "Coming along?"

She blew a raspberry at me, but smiled and took my hand. "Well,
since you put it that way, I'd better eat a BIG lunch."

Lunch was quite good, I had the lake trout, and Sharon settled on
the catfish nuggets. I bailed us out, and we were soon walking
back to the truck. I drove to the far side of the marina, and
parked next to the lakeshore office.

"I just have to check in, and we'll go on board. It should be
around twenty minutes, do you want to come with me, or would you
rather wait here?"

"I'll just wait. I love your collection of music."

"No problem. I'll be back in a flash."

The paperwork was ready for me; I just needed to double check
that the extra stores had been laid on board. The marina pilot
was just pulling her into the slip when I finished signing for
storage on the truck. I went out to get Sharon.

"OK, we're ready now." Sharon was looking at the dock where the
marina pilot had just finished tying off.

"Would you look at the size of that thing!? It's huge!"

I took a quick lookdown, and then deadpanned, "I didn't think it
was showing."

Sharon punched me softly in the shoulder. "You clown. I'm talking
about the boat that guy just parked over there." She was pointing
at the end of the marina office dock.

I just nodded sagely. "Yes, it's a good fifty-eight feet long.
However, the 'marina pilot' just 'tied-off' my fathers 'motor
yacht', so let's get this stuff on board." I reached over and
gently lifted her chin, closing her mouth. "Wouldn't want you to
catch flies." She punched me a little harder, that time.

Forty minutes later, after stowing everything away, and a quick
lesson on casting off; we were pulling out from the marina
harbor.  It was a calm warm day, and the view from the flying
bridge was idyllic. The sun was sparkling across the marina
surface, the light breeze only causing the smallest of ripples to
scatter the light. As we approached the causeway, the waves from
the expanse of the lake broke the sparkle into distinct traveling
points on the slope of each wave.

Sharon sat next to me on the captain's chair. "So, what's the
plan? What do you do when you're on vacation on a 'motoryacht'?"

I turned up the channel, and gave the twin diesels some more
throttle. "I usually go to this spot I know, fish a little, work
on a tan some, and read a good book or two." I checked the radar
ahead. "I like swimming, too. The water at this spot is only ten
feet deep for a long ways, the sun warms it to just the right
temperature."

"Only ten feet deep? I wouldn't think you could fit this monster
in water that shallow."

"I only need five feet for this boat. Yes, it's a motor yacht,
but anything that can fit inside a ship is a boat. Even one as
big as this one." I grinned at her. "The length of 'Conspicuous
Consumption' is just over fifty-eight feet. Her beam is just over
sixteen feet. She's powered by twin six hundred-sixty horse
diesel engines, and has a draft of three feet. She carries six
hundred fifty gallons of fuel, two hundred-fifty gallons of
water, and a hundred gallons of propane."

"Wow." Sharon pointed at the radar on the instrument panel.
"What's that you keep looking at?"

"Multifunction radar. It can look for other boats, as well as
weather. The other gauges are for the engines, fuel, depth gauge,
and other stuff." I gave her a run down on the meanings of all
the lights and gauges, and what each meant as we operated the
boat. When she seemed to get the hang of what it all meant, I
shifted the wheel over to her side. "Here, you drive for a while.
Just keep us on this heading for a few."

She tentatively took the helm, but I could tell she was nervous.
Very nervous. "Uhm, Danny? Just how much does a motor yacht like
this cost, anyway?"

"Oh, just over one-point-one million."

Her hands left the wheel like it was red-hot. She started to
shake them agitatedly. "Take it back! Take it back!"

I just laughed and shifted the wheel, again. "Alright, but you
don't know what you're missing."

She just crossed her arms under her breasts and glared at me.
"That wasn't funny. I'll probably have to work for forty years to
make a million dollars, and you just hand me the wheel like that!
That kind of responsibility makes me nervous."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm sorry, it's kind of fun to navigate
a boat like this. I thought you'd enjoy it, too. What do you
think, maybe later?"

"Let me calm down some. This is supposed to be a vacation,
right?" She smiled at me to let me know it was OK.

"Yep, so let's sit back and relax a bit. Just enjoy the ride for
while." I sat back into the cushion.

Soon we were approaching my favorite anchorage, a long shallow
cove with sheltering hills to keep the wind off. It has a dogleg
at the entrance, acting as a natural jetty; keeping out the swell
of the lake. I carefully ran us in, set the aft and fore anchors,
then shut down the engines. Sharon was looking at the hills
surrounding us.

"How did you find this place? I couldn't see the entrance until
you brought us in." She was shading her eyes from the evening
glare.

"I got lucky. Dad flew us here when he bought the boat, and I
spotted it from the air. It took my entire first vacation to find
it, even then." I grinned at her. "Now I've got it marked on the
GPS system. It's easy to find after that."

She laughed. "Like I said before, boys and their toys." She
looked at me and smiled. "It's a beautiful place, Danny. Thanks
for bringing me." She hugged me, and quickly released me before I
could put my arms around her.

I responded, "You're welcome." As she backed away.

I led the way to the aft deck, and uncovered the grill. "Like I
said, all the comforts of home. Ready for dinner?"

She rubbed her tummy. "Yeah, even after pigging out at lunch, I'm
hungry."

I motioned her forward. "Let me show you the galley."

I did a brief tour of the functions and features of the galley,
and showed her how to turn on the small generator to maintain
electricity. You could feel the vibration when it started up, but
not as it ran. Sharon marveled that she couldn't hear it as it
ran.

"Yes, dad spared no expense on the boat. I'll have to tell you
about it as we go along." I pulled out two steaks from the
icebox, and then pulled the ingredients for the salad. "Make you
a deal. How about making a salad while I grill the steaks?"

"You're on, captain." She saluted me, with a big grin as she
stood at attention.

"At ease, soldier." I grinned back. "You'd better watch out, I
hear the captain runs a tight ship."

We each fell to our tasks, and soon the salad and steak was
demolished. Eating on the open aft deck always seems to whet my
appetite. We did the dishes together, and then sat on the deck
and watched the sun go down.

Sharon yawned. "Oops. Sorry, I guess I'm more worn out than I
thought."

"Think nothing of it. I'm a little pooped, myself." I got up and
stretched. "We've got all the time in the world, so sleep late if
you want to." I walked over and turned on the ship marker lights.
"If you have any questions, just holler."

We went down to our respective cabins. "Goodnight." I called out,
as she turned and closed her door. I heard the lock catch.

I was up early the next morning, and decided to go for a swim. I
put on my trunks and went up on deck, stopping long enough to get
the coffee ready. I climbed down to the fantail so I could ease
into the water. I put the boarding ladder down, and climbed down
into the warm waters. I luxuriated in the feeling, swimming
slowly for a half-hour. When I climbed up onto the fantail, I
looked up to see Sharon sleepily watching me from the aft deck.
She was still wearing a baggy long-sleeved shirt and pants, her
hair in disarray around her head. Her glasses had been abandoned
in her forgetfulness. I thought she looked beautiful.

"Hi there, sleepyhead." I reached for the towel I had left on the
covered watercraft.

Sharon covered her yawn with her hand, waving with the other.
"G'morning. I just woke up."

"I can tell, want some coffee? I'll make breakfast, if you think
you'll be ready."

"That sounds great, coffee first. Then some breakfast."

I climbed up to the aft deck. "The coffee just needs to be turned
on, then I'll start cooking. I feel like ham and eggs this
morning, how about you?"

She smiled at me, "Me, too. I slept great last night, and am
starting to wake up hungry."

Sharon followed me into the galley, and sat at the small table.
Soon she was sipping her coffee, watching me cook breakfast.
"I've known you almost a year now, and you never told me you
could cook. Any other surprises?"

"Yep, I also play the accordion, tap dance, and juggle." I
deadpanned while placing breakfast on the table. She smiled at me
as I seated myself across from her.

Breakfast was quickly demolished, and Sharon insisted she wash
while I dried. Soon the last fork and plate was safely stowed
away.

"What's on the agenda today?" she asked as we sat over two fresh
coffees.

"Have you ever been on a personal watercraft?" I asked.

"What's a 'personal watercraft'? And no, I haven't."

"Well, the Jet Ski and jet boat are both personal watercraft, and
there just happen to be two jet boats stowed on the fantail under
the tarp. How about we play on them today?"

"I'd like to, but I didn't bring a swimsuit. I should have
remembered to stop and buy one, but forgot. Sorry, Danny." She
was chewing on her lower lip.

"Not to worry, Mom left all her stuff on board. I saw at least
three suits when I boxed up her stuff. Let me go get it out, and
you can see if one will fit."

Sharon looked a little surprised at me, and then a look that
worried me crossed her face. "OK. I'll look at them."

I didn't want to push her, though. "No, you don't have to if you
don't want to. You can lounge around and soak up the sun, or
read, or watch satellite if you'd rather."

She seemed to come to some decision. "I'd love to go play on the
water." She smiled, trying to appear more confident. "Now where
are those suits I need to try on?"

I brought out the box from below, and broke the tape sealing it.
I dug out four suits, and put one back because it didn't have the
store tag on it. The three were all bikinis, two were of a modest
cut; but one was a thong string bikini. I could see Sharon
watching with interest as I placed them on the table. "Are you
sure? I mean, we could pull anchor and go to one of the marinas
to buy you a suit or two. I really don't mind."

I saw her square her shoulders, and she reached for the thong
bikini. "No, I've been too much trouble as is. This will do fine.
Is there a wrap to go with any of the suits?" We looked, but no
wrap was among my moms' clothes.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry, mom and dad tend to follow the
party crowd. I guess appearing in a wrap instead of a bikini
isn't on the agenda." I repacked the box, leaving out the two
other swimsuits, just in case. "You go change, I'll get the jet
boats ready to play."

Thirty minutes later, I was just lowering the second boat in when
Sharon came on the aft deck. She had on an old terry robe, and
watched as I tied the second boat to the cleat on the fantail.
"Come on down, and I'll show you how to run your jet boat." She
visibly squared her shoulders, again. Then in one fast motion,
she tore off the robe and threw it on the aft railing. She was
gorgeous. Perfect figure, full breasts sitting high with pride,
the flare of her hips sending signals straight to the primal
brain. I stared as she turned around and climbed down the short
ladder, mentally shaking myself to stop my hand from reaching out
to touch the goddess before me. I stood dumbstruck.

Sharon turned and cast fleeting glances at my face at first, and
then she looked on in puzzlement. "Earth to Danny." She quipped.

"Oh. I'm, uh, I'm sorry." I took a deep breath. "You probably
already know this, but you're a very beautiful girl. I wasn't
quite ready for that."

Sharon blushed, the color racing up her breasts to the line of
her neck. "Thanks. Weren't you going to show me about the jet
boat?"

I spent a few minutes explaining how to run the jet boat, and the
safety features it had. I demonstrated how to get off and on from
the fantail, and how to get on if she fell off for some reason. I
then reached into the seat compartment of my boat and pulled out
some sunscreen. I turned to offer some to Sharon, but she shook
her head with a look of almost panic on her face. 'Weird', I
thought. After putting on a good coating, I gave Sharon her life
vest and put on mine. We climbed on the little jet boats, and
headed out.

The first few minutes we stayed in the shelter of the bay,
getting used to how they ran. Then we headed out to do some
exploring. The rest of the morning, and into early afternoon, we
played in the small waves on the lake. The shoreline only held a
few points of interest, and as we ate lunch tied together, we
decided to head back. Especially since I could see Sharon was
getting a bad sunburn. I didn't dare bring out the sun block,
though. I was scared of her earlier reaction. I wondered if she
was allergic, or something.

I tied up to the fantail first, and then helped Sharon get
aboard. She climbed up to the aft deck, and I watched her climb;
mesmerized by the sight. I brought the two craft aboard, and tied
them down. Sharon was waiting for me just inside the cabin.

"Danny? I think I'm sunburned. Do you have any lotion for
sunburn?" she asked.

Again, I was puzzled. She didn't want the sun block, but was
asking for sunburn cream? "I've got some very good stuff. I burn
very easily, and this stuff is great on sunburns." I motioned her
below deck. "Go take a shower, wash off the sweat. I'll put the
lotion on your cabin dresser for you."

I could tell she was starting to hurt the way she moved as we
went below decks. I took the bottle of 'Afterburn' lotion to her
cabin, and left it for her. I went topside to set out the
ingredients for dinner. I was just about to start preparations
when Sharon called.

"Danny? Could you come here, please?"

"Be right down." I called back. When I saw her, I almost cried.
Her sunburn was turning bright red on her neck, but she had put
the terry robe back on. It had to be killing her. "Can I help?"
She looked at me, and I saw tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Danny. I put this robe on, and can't even move. Could
you, Uhm, could you help me with the lotion, please?" She was
looking at the deck; she wouldn't look at my face. I felt
responsible. I felt like a heel.

Then I had a small brainstorm. "Wait just a second. I've got an
idea." I rushed to my cabin, lowered the massage table, and
covered it with satin sheets. Then I returned for Sharon. "Come
with me, this should be easier on you." I grabbed the lotion, and
watched her move painfully into my cabin. She stopped and looked
at the table, just staring at it. "You need to take off the robe,
and lay on the table."

She was still staring at the table. Then she shuddered, and
winced with the pain. "I'm scared, Danny. I'm naked under the
robe."

"It's OK. You can trust me. On my honor, I won't do anything but
treat your sunburn. OK?"

She sighed. "OK." Then she dropped the robe, and lay face down on
the table. She placed her face in the hole, and kept her knees
tightly together. I could see the tension in her body, even as
she winced at the pain.

I worked as quickly as I could and still be gentle, laying on a
thick coating of the gel where she was burned on her back. Then I
moved to her ass cheeks, coating the upper side of her globes
where they had burned. The backs of her calves were burned, but
not as bad as her neck and shoulders. I moved her luxurious hair
aside, and coated her neck and shoulders extra thick. "You'll
need to turn over, or would you rather do your front?" She didn't
answer, just rolled over. I placed the pillow under her head to
try to make her more comfortable. I tried not to stare as I
continued coating her sunburn. The upper slopes of her breasts
were slightly burned, and I gently coated them. Her nipples never
got hard, even as I turned crimson in front of her. Her upper
thighs looked as bad as her shoulders, I gave them an extra
coating. When I finished, I set the bottle aside. "Don't move,
try to relax. I'll be right back." She kept her eyes off me, and
just nodded.

I went to her cabin, and changed the sheets. Satin would feel
better than the cotton that was on them. Then I ran topside and
started the bilge fans so I could fire up the main generator. Two
minutes later, the generator was up and running; it's hum felt
through the deck. I turned on the air conditioner for Sharon's
cabin, and grabbed some cool water to take below.

I walked into my cabin, and showed Sharon the water. "I put a
straw in it so you don't have to sit up to drink." She nodded,
and I placed the straw to her lips. "Are you feeling any better,
yet?"

"Just a little. It still hurts pretty bad, though." She drank
some more water, and I removed it when she was done.

"I'm going to coat you some more, then you're going to bed in
your cabin. Just let me know if you need or want anything. I'll
do my best to get it for you." I looked directly into her eyes.
"I'm sorry Sharon, I feel responsible you got burned. I didn't
know you were allergic to sunscreen."

I swear she blushed even redder. "You're right, I'm not; but I'm
not ready to explain. OK?"

"It's OK. Just rest and tell me if you feel sick or anything. I
do have some medicine on board for emergencies. In fact, before
you go to your cabin, I'll give you something for pain." I smiled
gently at this naked beauty. I coated her burns again, and went
to the medicine cabinet. I knew dad had our doctor stock the
yacht just in case, each year. Yep, there it was. I opened the
bottle, and took out a dose of Demerol. I refilled Sharon's'
glass, and gave her the pill. "Take this, and let's get you into
your cabin." She meekly complied.

I helped her get into her cabin, and under the sheet. She smiled,
and thanked me; the medicine was taking effect.

"I turned on the air conditioner for you. Let me know if you get
too cold, or if you want anything, OK?" She just nodded, and I
left her to sleep.

I went topside, and fixed half of what I had planned for dinner.
I checked on Sharon several times before finally going to bed,
myself.

In the morning, I woke before sunrise. I took a quick shower
after peeking in Sharon's cabin, then went topside and watched
the dawn. The coffee must have woken Sharon, she came topside
wearing one of the other bikinis. Her burn wasn't bad this
morning, I could tell by how she was moving. "Morning. How do you
feel, today?" I asked.

"Better. It only hurts a little bit, now. Yesterday was pure
agony." She poured some coffee for herself, and sat next to me.
"Thanks. That stuff you put on me really works. Is there any more
left?" She smiled as she blew on her coffee.

"Yes, I'll go get it right now." I moved to get up, but she
placed her hand on my arm to stop me. "Is there something else I
can get for you?"

"No, just sit for a while." She sipped her coffee in the early
morning light, her face a study of indecision. I watched her
face, trying to discern the thoughts behind her beautiful eyes. I
could tell the moment she reached a decision. "I need to talk to
you. It just isn't easy."

I took her hand, but didn't look at her face, just at the deck.
"It's OK. I'm your friend, at least I want to be your friend." I
heard her sigh.

"You are my friend. My ONLY friend, actually." She took a deep
breath. "Did you ever wonder why I dressed like an old vagabond,
and wore those horrible fake glasses?"

I shook my head. "Not after you told me. You have to study hard
for your grades; you don't have time to go out. I understand,
really I do."

Sharon shook her head. "It isn't the truth. Please just listen, I
feel like you deserve some sort of explanation. So here goes. You
know about my parents, and how I stayed with Gran my senior year
of high school. What you don't know is that mom and dad were very
strict with me; I didn't date or go out with anyone until after
they died. I met this cute boy that seemed to be a real nice guy,
and agreed to go out one weekend. We went to a movie, and after
we went to a secluded spot. I didn't know what to do, and to make
this story short; he raped me." She took another deep breath.
"Gran wanted me to go to the police, but I couldn't do it. So she
cleaned me up, and put me in bed. The next week, I changed to a
different school. With the clothes you saw, and the glasses, I
wasn't very popular. People left me alone, and I was happy."

She squeezed my hand. "When I met you, I felt you were different.
I agreed to study with you, and came to enjoy talking with you.
When you asked me out, I almost freaked. After you just took me
to dinner, I felt foolish, I was ashamed and afraid you knew. But
you just kept being my friend."

"Yesterday, when I was naked in front of you, I was too terrified
to speak or move. Even the pain wasn't as bad as that. You could
have done anything to me, but you didn't even try to feel me up.
You only touched me where I was burned. I knew you were going to
rape me, and I was ashamed of my fear when you didn't. I saw how
you looked at me in that bikini, and know what that look means.
That's why I was so scared when you held out the sunscreen
bottle. I thought you wanted to put it on me. That scared me,
scared me a lot. I should have trusted you. I trust you now." She
leaned over and kissed my cheek. "You're my friend."

I blushed, and blinked back a tear. "Thank you. I won't betray
that trust. If you think I am, just tell me or give me a swift
kick or something. OK?"

Sharon smiled and held out her hand. "Shake on it, and you've got
a deal."

I gently shook her hand; I could see her wince some. "Is the
sunburn OK? Why don't I go get that sunburn cream?" I rose to
leave.

Sharon followed right behind. "I'll go with you. Would you do me
a favor and put it on me again? Please?"

"Uhm, OK. Sure. If that's what you want, that is." My desire to
see her naked again was probably written across my forehead. And
I was blushing.

Sharon laughed a soft laugh. "Yes. I'd like that, please."

We went back to my cabin, I lowered the table, and Sharon got on.
She had shed her suit, and was lying naked in my cabin, again. I
started at her shoulders, moving her hair aside to coat her skin
with the lotion. I used extra on the twin globes of her ass, then
went to her calves. She had her legs spread slightly this time,
and I could just see her cleft. I rearranged my erection before
going back to her shoulders to apply a second coat. I asked her
to roll over, and she rolled over with no hesitation. She looked
at my face and smiled when I placed the small pillow under her
head. I put more lotion on her arms and shoulders, then moved to
the upper slopes of her breasts. I noticed their feel this time,
soft and yielding; her nipples were crinkled and erect. I moved
lower, and she spread her legs slightly, watching my expression
as I smoothed the lotion on her thighs; my hands so close to
paradise. I finished, and moved to the head of the table. Sharon
reached up, and gently stroked my face.

"Thank you, Danny. That feels so nice." I took her hand and
kissed the palm.

"You're welcome. Let this last coat dry, then join me topside.
I'll go get breakfast ready. OK?" Sharon smiled and nodded.

I went topside and fixed French toast for breakfast. Sharon
appeared wearing the suit she had taken off earlier. The rest of
the day was spent just lounging, some small talk, and reading
some of the books we had brought along. That night Sharon took a
shower, and asked me to put more lotion on. I was happy to
comply.

Our third day of vacation, some weather moved in, so we spent the
time inside reading. Sharon tried to play a game of chess, but
wasn't in my league. Instead, I tried to explain why I did each
move, and what could be done to counter it. The sky cleared, and
the sun came out, just after dinnertime.

"Didn't you say you had satellite?" Sharon asked.

"Yes, I have to align the dish, but that's easy enough to do. Do
you want to watch a movie or something?" I replied.

"Yeah, something like that." She smiled at me. "Can I help set it
up?"

"Sure, just watch the receiver and tell me when the meter is
strongest." I went to the panel that hid the A/V equipment, and
showed her what to look for. With Sharon's help the dish was
fired up in no time.

We settled on the couch next to each other with some Jiffy Pop,
and I lowered the projection screen. We picked a movie to watch,
and turned to the channel. Sharon put my arm around her, and
snuggled close; laying her head on my shoulder. I could smell the
strawberry fragrance of her shampoo, and feel the swell of her
breast against my chest. When the movie ended, Sharon asked if we
could take a bathroom break; and then watch another one. I
decided that was a splendid idea.

When she came back she was wearing some silk pajamas that had
been in mothers clothes. Her breasts swayed as she walked, so I
could tell she didn't have on a bra. The short silk skirt framed
her sexy legs, and moved teasingly with each step. "I hope your
mom doesn't mind I borrowed this. Is it OK?" She pirouetted and
posed, holding up her hands.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Yeah, it looks great on you,
too." I could swear I didn't see any panties when she spun in
front of me. Sharon snuggled back next to me, and laid her hands
on my lap. I'm certain she could feel the lump in my swimsuit
grow as my erection filled with blood.

Sharon kept gently stroking my bare leg as the movie progressed,
only pausing to take my hand and place it on her breast. I gently
squeezed and stroked her breast through the thin material, her
nipple rock hard against my palm.

She looked up at me, and removed her hand from my lap to pull me
into a kiss; her hand returning to it's newfound home. Our kiss
deepened, my tongue dueling with hers, tasting her mouth. Our
breathing was fast and deep, sharing the oxygen between us as we
kissed.

Sharon broke the kiss, and moved her head up on my shoulder so
she could whisper in my ear. "I like this. Being next to you,
held by you, touched and touching you; all these things feel so
good to me." She kissed my ear. "I want to be more than just
friends, Danny. I want to be your girlfriend, your girl, whatever
you want to call it. Please Danny?" She lifted her head, and was
looking in my eyes. I could see both excitement, and fear in her
face. I wondered if she could see it in mine.

I smiled at her. "Only if you could agree to one condition."

"You ask it, and it's yours." She laid her head on my shoulder
again.

"No matter what else happens, I don't want to lose my study
partner. She's my best friend, and I care for her." Her head
jerked up in surprise.

"Do you really mean that?" She whispered.

"Yes, I do."

Sharon pulled me into another kiss that started with passion, and
kept going. When we pulled apart, she said; "Deal." Then she was
kissing me again, pulling me towards her; down onto the couch. I
lay with my arm under her; she had her arms around my neck,
holding our kiss. I placed my hand on her breast and felt the
nipple harden even more as I moved the soft silk across it. I
shifted my hand back and forth, softly caressing her breasts and
nipples. Sharon eased her hold on me, and I pulled back to look
at her face.

She pushed her breast into my hand, and whispered. "Lower."

"You sure?" I inquired.

"Yes, more than anything else. I'm sure." And then she pulled me
back to her hungry kisses.

My hand moved lower, and Sharon raised her knee, placing her foot
on the top of the couch. I slowly pulled up her skirt, and
followed her thigh to find her already wet. I had been right
about the panties. I gathered the wetness and brought it up to
her clit, wetting it, caressing it; sending shivers through her
body. I dipped into her well, plunging only a short way, tracing
a path back and forth for her pleasure. Soon she was gasping,
crying out softly in her first orgasm given by a man. I gently
stroked my finger shallowly within her gates as she rode the
pleasure.

When she came down I was pulled into another kiss as I gently
stirred her sex. "Oh, Danny!" she cried, looking in my eyes. I
brought my finger up and tasted her, looking at her as I did. Her
eyes widened, she looked away, then returned to my gaze; the fire
burning visibly in her stare.

"Danny, make love to me. I've never made love before, and I want
you to be my first.  Please, Danny?"

I returned my hand to her soft breast. "If that's what you really
want, I will; but let's go to my cabin where it's more
comfortable."

"I want it, Danny. I want you."

We rose and walked hand in hand to my cabin. She sat on the bed,
and reached for my swimsuit, peeling it off my hips and down to
the floor. She then crossed her arm under her breasts and pulled
her top of over her head, then scooted back onto the bed as I
followed. She raised her hips, allowing me to pull the short
skirt down over her sexy legs. I kissed up the inside of each leg
as she spread them, encouraging my path. I paused at her gates,
tasting her from bottom to top, and then plunging my tongue
within her.

She shivered and whined. "Oh, God. Please, Danny. I'm ready. I
want you in me, I need you in me. Please!"

I left her cleft reluctantly, and kissed up her torso; only
briefly suckling each breast. Sharon's breath was raspy, urgent.
Her hand caught my turgid member and guided me to her entrance. I
pushed forward slowly, but Sharon pushed back faster. She rocked
her hips and seesawed trying to get me inside her faster. It was
agonizingly tight, but also very wet. I could feel the muscles of
her vagina kneading and pulling until I was finally engulfed
within her.

I rose up to watch her face as I started to move within her. Slow
deep short strokes, then some long quick strokes, followed by
more deep slow strokes. I watched her eyes as they went from wide
to narrow slits as she came again, her sugar walls milking me for
the seed I could deliver.

When her eyes opened a little wider, I asked. "Sharon, what about
birth control? Are you on the pill or anything?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm not, but I don't care. Come in me,
Danny. I love you, Danny." Her eyes were shut, again.

I moved my hips forward and around, stirring deeply in her sex as
she came. As her eyes opened again, I began a longer stroke,
reaching for my own release. I could feel the walls of her vagina
clamp down, Sharon was using her muscles to try to make me climax
as she watched my face. I could feel the tension rise, and pulled
out at the last moment; using my hand to finish on Sharon's
stomach. I lay gently on her, keeping most of my weight on my
elbows.

Sharon was playing with my hair. "You didn't have to do that, you
know. I wouldn't mind you staying inside me." She kissed my
forehead.

"I know, but what is said in the heat of passion may sometime be
regretted later." I nuzzled a breast. "Besides, I meant what I
said. No matter what else happens, I want to keep my friend. I do
really care for you, Sharon." I was also deathly afraid of
falling in love with someone that didn't love me. That only said
words to get to me. I didn't think Sharon was like that, not
really, but old defenses only come down slowly.

"I really care for you, too, Danny. These past few days I've been
looking at what you mean to me. The thoughts of it have been
scaring me a little. I really do think that I'm in love with you.
I understand you have to trust before you can really love
someone. I trust you with my life, Danny. I also know it's hard
for you to trust anyone that wants to be your girlfriend. But
please realize that just like you aren't like most guys, I'm not
like most girls; not when it involves you." She kissed me. "Let's
go clean up a little. Sex is messy." She was smiling.

We 'cleaned up', and got back in my bed. Soon we were fast
asleep, holding each other as we dreamed.

The next morning we both slept late, the light filtering in the
overhead hatch finally woke me. I was spooned against Sharon's
back, one arm under my head, the other holding her soft breast. I
gently squeezed it, and softly rubbed the nipple, bringing both
it and her awake. She snuggled back against my morning erection.

"Mmm. Good morning. I slept well, did you?" she murmured
sleepily.

"Yes. Having a bed partner seems to agree with me." She 'hmmph'd
at me. "OK, having YOU as a bed partner seems to agree with me."

She snuggled, again. "That's better." She arched her back,
bringing her hips up. Then she reached down and placed me at her
entrance. Working together, we managed to get two-thirds of me
inside her. "I like that feeling." She started rocking her hips,
making a delicious sensation for us both.

Before this went too far, I felt that we should talk. "Sharon, I
still don't have any protection. Be careful."

She slowed her movements until it was just a gentle
reciprocation. "I know. I have thought about it. I do love you. I
know that now. Being with your child wouldn't be the end of the
world, you know. Answer me this. If I did become pregnant with
your baby, would you abandon me? Would you abandon our child?"

"No, that I would not do. I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm just afraid
still, I guess."

"I know that. I trust you, and I love you. But I won't ever
demand that you marry me if I get pregnant. I'm not trying to
trap you with my feminine wiles, Danny. Do you trust me about
that?" She gripped me inside herself.

I moaned. "When you do that it's hard to decide." She giggled.
"Yes, I trust you Sharon. I really do trust you."

"Good." Then she started to move her hips, strongly gripping me
with her vagina as we moved together. I could feel her muscles
flutter, and then she shivered and moaned. I grasped her hip, and
began thrusting faster; my own climax wasn't far off.

Sharon placed her hand over mine on her hip. "That's good. Come
for me, lover. Come inside me. I want to feel your heat spread as
you fill me with your seed. Come for me, Danny."

I moaned, "Ooohhhaaahhhnnnnggg!" or something equally coherent,
as I granted her request.

We lay for a few minutes more, basking in the afterglow of our
love for each other. Yes. Our love for each other, I knew it was
true for me as well as for her. I trusted her long before this. I
was falling for her long before this. I pulled her close, and
told her. Her only answer was that she already knew.

We had found each other. We had become our own family. Even a
baby would only add to this. We were no longer orphans.

Finis


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