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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] "Orphans" by El Gato M/F, Rom, Slow
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Copyright (c) by El Gato, 2002 el_gat09@hotmail.com


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'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. They say that money can't buy
happiness, they're right. It only buys a better brand of loneliness.

I have to thank my second 'governess' that I only have a small chip on my
shoulder. It comes from becoming disillusioned and skeptical early in life.
Enough of that, though.

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. Something
about her just drew me in; maybe I recognized she was lonely, too.

I'm 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. The girl
didn't like me, at all, she just liked my money.

Sharon finally let me take her to dinner, but only to dinner, a couple of
times. I found myself really liking her company. I considered her my first
and only real friend. Just because she was a girl didn't mean anything to
me, not yet anyway.

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.  I like the
suburban. It has lots of room, and 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 'motor yacht'?"

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. Climbing 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 it up. 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 slightly bemused. "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 as 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, her hands shaking as she peeled 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. I could see both excitement
and nervousness in her face. Her hand nervously caught my turgid member and
guided me to her entrance, fumbling a little before finding her gates. I
pushed forward slowly until I was just inside her, but Sharon pushed back
quickly. 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. Her face a mask
of concentration, eyes closed as she experienced being loved. I moved with
slow deep short strokes, then some long quick strokes, followed by more deep
slow strokes. Her eyes flew open then went 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
learning to use 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 even if I become pregnant. I'm not trying to trap you with my
feminine wiles, Danny. Do you trust me about that?" She thrust against me.

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 exciting 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.

Epilogue:

I was holding my newborn daughter as Sharon was just covering her breast
with the panel of the nursing bra. I gently held her up and kissed my little
girl's head. "You two make a cute couple. I'm all covered up now, want to
let them in?" I sighed and gave little Lisa back to her mother to burp.

I went and opened the door to the small private hospital room and motioned
for my parents to come in. I wasn't used to the attention we were getting,
and wasn't sure I liked it yet. They didn't show up when I graduated or
passed the bar exam, though they did send a graduation present each time. No
such luck when Sharon graduated and passed her nurses exam, though. They
didn't even send a card when we were married. I didn't care, because I had
Sharon. After Sharon became my 'girlfriend', she stopped hiding more than
just how beautiful she was. My wife is gorgeous, sexy, funny, and so smart
that it's scary sometimes.

When mom and dad learned they were going to be grandparents three years
after our wedding day, they started to call on weekends 'just to talk'. They
were shocked at Sharon's decision to quit work and be a 'wife and mother'
instead of pursue a career.

All through the last nine months, the calls and then visits became more
frequent. My father discovered I had inherited his sense of humor as well as
his looks. I found he wasn't the irresponsible jet setter I had thought him
to be. It was just the nature of his business. He regretted not being there
as I became a man, and admitted to being angry with me for not 'including my
family' in the decision to get married. He also came to realize he didn't
have the right to be angry, and apologized for it. His fears that Sharon was
just trying to marry a rich husband were finally being laid to rest, as
well.

Watching mom and dad with my wife and daughter I realized my family had
grown, again. As each day passed by, more and more I thanked my lucky stars
that I met Sharon.

Finis


Authors notes:

This is the final edit of this story.<G>

This story had been sitting in my hopper for a while, and then Hecate
invited me to participate in a 'Theme Challenge'. (Thanks Hecate) I drew
'yachting', and just knew I had to write this.

The male character is patterned after a guy I met in college, he tried to
keep people from finding out his family had money. He moved to a different
state away from everyone that knew him to try to escape what his life was
becoming. He was basically a nice guy that wanted to make it on his own
without his fathers shadow ruining the view. I added a few character traits
(slight arrogance, small chip on the shoulder), and took the mistrust of
others as a basic tenet of the character.

The female character was based very loosely on a girl I heard about my first
semester at college. She had been traumatized by a rape, and couldn't be
touched. Her fear of being touched made her wear long sleeves and gloves
even in the heat of summer. I muted this tendency to avoid touch and made it
the female characters main trait.

In the basic outline I had for this story, I wanted to have a sense of
growth for each character. Everyone hopes and dreams of finding someone to
trust and to love, and to overcome obstacles placed within one's self to
find it seemed a good story.

I suppose I'm also an old fashioned hopeless romantic, and just HAVE to have
a happy ending. (If you knew me IRL you wouldn't believe it.)

Taking the basics of the story, I just let my imagination take over. This in
and of itself at times becomes a problem with my writing. <G> Some of the
choices in dialogue and actions have already been addressed in 'The
Fishtank' (Thanks Desdemona and All), but I'll explain a little here.

The mention of how long it took to 'drive to the lake and then get to the
boat' was to help establish the large size of the lake. Not really important
except I needed a 'big lake' for a 'big boat'. <G>

Sharon's choice of the thong bikini was deliberate. Have you ever known
someone with low self-esteem? Did they ever do something so out-of-character
that it surprised you? Sharon's whole being screamed to 'cover up' the body
that attracted her attacker, but the choice of the thong was a twist I
wanted due to her attitude.

The sudden change in her whole outlook on her relationship was centered
around the idea she had an epiphany. Ever have a moment in your life when
you thought 'so THAT'S what it is'? Sharon's epiphany was that she had found
a kindred soul in Danny. Of course, since the girls always 'mature' faster
than the guys, it took Danny a little longer to figure this out.

Trying to 'flesh out' a character isn't easy sometimes. In the case of
'Danny' a couple of rewrites were in order. I finally decided to leave in
his 'Suburban instead of a flash car' and a love of big band and jazz. (Just
to make him interesting.)

Hope you enjoyed this little missive. - El Gato



Please send any comments, constructive criticism, and/or suggestions to El
Gato at: el_gat09@hotmail.com.

Flames will be cheerfully ignored, unless I decide to format your hard
drive.


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