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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Nereids
Part: Chapter 10
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Jack MacLean is happy with married life, but it's the
Swinging Sixties and he wants more. His wife does too,
and they have their eye on her new friend, Beth Hughes.
But Jack and Beth's husband will soon be fighting a war
in the skies over Vietnam. When they return, everything
will change.
Keywords: MF, FF, oral
Revision: 1.2
Word Count: 9,337
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/nereids/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.nickscipio.com/summercamp/nereids/
Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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                        STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This story is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains
material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT
read any further.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events
portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people
or incidents is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author. It may be freely
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Copyright (c) 2007 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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Nereids
A Summer Camp Story
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TEN

The low pressure front pushed to the north, exactly as the
weather report predicted. Still, Jack felt a sense of relief that
the high pressure system moving in from the south had arrived as
forecast. Even at the end of hurricane season, and even in the
cooler waters of the eastern Pacific, late-season storms could
wreak havoc with small craft.

But the sky had begun to clear as they passed the Coronado
Islands and entered Mexican waters. Later, they watched a
glorious Pacific sunset, the sky ablaze with color, full of pinks
and reds and oranges.

Susan and Beth went below to fix dinner. They had trouble with
the close confines of the galley and the motion of the boat, but
they eventually emerged with plates of sandwiches and potato
chips.

They had a picnic of sorts in the cockpit. David was at the helm.
The soft glow from the compass binnacle lit his face. Beth passed
him a plate and then climbed into the aft cockpit with him.

The breeze was still a moderate fifteen knots, but the
temperature had dropped when the sun went down. The evening was
downright chilly, and Jack was glad he'd brought his heavy
windbreaker. The women both wore turtlenecks and thick sweaters,
and David had donned his Navy pea jacket.

"Do you want to take the helm?" David asked after dinner.

Jack shook his head. "You keep it. I'll take over when we get
closer to Ensenada. We'll anchor for the night."

"Will we need to stand watch?"

"Not tonight," Jack said. "Once we get under way tomorrow, the
day watches should be pretty informal. One of us needs to be at
the helm or on deck at all times. Other than that..." He shrugged.
"Like I said, pretty informal."

David nodded.

"We'll need formal watches at night while we're under way," Jack
continued. "Two-person watches, four on, four off."

David nodded again.

"Unfortunately," Jack said, "I need to take the morning watch."

"Why 'unfortunately'?" Susan asked.

Jack grimaced. "It begins at oh four hundred."

"Oh."

"I need to catch the morning stars, to do my celestial
navigation. So that means you and I have to haul ourselves out of
the rack at zero dark thirty."

She groaned.

"But David and Beth will just be getting to bed when we get up,"
he said. "They'll have the midwatch: midnight to four."

David shrugged philosophically. "Another _fine_ day in the Navy."

Jack grinned.

"I don't remember joining the Navy," Susan said to Beth, her tone
sardonic.

Beth merely smiled and shrugged.

"Well, if I'm going to have to 'stand a watch,'" Susan said into
the silence, "then I want to learn what I'm doing."

She'd always been a feminist, even before it had become
fashionable. She wasn't ready to join Betty Friedan and _her_
bunch, but she came close. Her determination was one of the
things he loved about her. Her beauty might fade over time, but
she'd always have an independent spirit.

"All right," he said aloud, "let's get the chart and you can help
me plot our course."

**

They reached Ensenada shortly after ten o'clock. The small
Mexican city was their last chance for diesel and fresh water
until they reached Turtle Bay, two days' sail down the coast. It
was also their last chance to purchase anything they'd forgotten.

Several other boats were anchored in the harbor, including a big
two-masted schooner looming above the skyline. Jack and David
anchored the _Nereid_ a safe distance from the other boats.

They'd had a good first day, covering fifty nautical miles in
nine hours. Nothing had broken, parted, or gone overboard. Jack
had a mental list of little things he'd forgotten, but they
weren't worth going ashore for. He and David furled the sails and
then headed into the warm glow of the cabin.

With a flourish, Jack withdrew a bottle of champagne from the
cooler. They didn't have proper flutes, but no one seemed to
mind. He popped the cork, poured four glasses, and they toasted
their first day's journey.

Much to his surprise, Susan brought out a gift-wrapped box.

"It's sort of an early Christmas present," she said, handing it
to him.

The box was about the size of a large cigar humidor, and heavy.
He tore off the wrapping paper and gazed down at the rich
mahogany box. He opened it and felt his breath catch at the sight
of an antique brass sextant. Someone had polished the brass, but
it still showed signs of careful use.

Susan seemed to be holding her breath. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" he said, taking the instrument out. "Like it? I _love_
it!"

She beamed.

"Seriously, Suz," he said, "it's beautiful."

"It's from the 1860s," she said. "It belonged to a clipper
captain in San Francisco."

Jack held the sextant to his eye and gazed through the lens. Then
he tested the smooth movement of the arc. He had a modern Cassens
& Plath sextant, but the brass one was a thing of beauty, a
working piece of art and history.

"It's beautiful," he said again. Then he remembered his manners
and looked up. "Thank you very much."

Susan smiled warmly.

"Can you use it to navigate?" Beth asked.

"Sure!" he said. "It's as good as the modern one I have. Maybe it
doesn't have tenths of a minute on the vernier arc, but David can
shoot sun lines with the modern sextant to double-check my
navigation."

"It's been a while since I've had to use a sextant," David said
hesitantly.

"It's like riding a bike," Jack said. He fell silent then, and
simply gazed at the beautiful instrument in his hands. "Thank
you," he said again, his voice soft with reverence.

**

Beth woke the next morning to the smell of eggs and bacon. She
was in the right-hand berth--

_The starboard berth,_ she reminded herself.

David's berth on the port side was empty, and she suspected he
was the reason she smelled breakfast. The morning was still
chilly, so she slipped into her jeans and sweater after she went
to the bathroom.

She could see why Jack had been so particular about the toilet.
It wasn't exactly cantankerous, but it wasn't as simple as she'd
first thought. _Nothing_ was as simple as she'd first thought.
Fixing sandwiches the night before had been a minor trial, with
food sliding across the counter as the boat moved.

She was grateful that David had decided to fix breakfast. She
smiled at a memory of him fixing another breakfast, of pancakes.
He'd been wearing one of her frilly aprons, and he'd dabbed the
tip of her nose with batter. She tried to remember where that had
been.

_Milton, Florida?_ she wondered. But then she remembered him
picking up Paul, who'd just started walking. _Kingsville, Texas,_
she decided. They'd lived in dreary off-base housing for ten
months while David did his advanced flight training. Then they'd
moved back to Florida, to Jacksonville and the Replacement Air
Group.

She could chart the course of her married life with the initials
NAS: Naval Air Station. NAS Pensacola. NAS Whiting Field. NAS
Kingsville. NAS Cecil Field. NAS Lemoore. And Lemoore brought her
to Susan. She realized with a start that she'd known her a year.

_A year?_ she marveled. _Has it really been that long?_ She
smiled inwardly. _Of course it's been that long. It seemed short
because you were falling in love._

David gave her a puzzled look, and she realized that her emotions
must have been written on her face. She gave him a phony smile
and slipped into the dinette. A moment later he brandished a
plate with eggs and toast. He set it in front of her and she
kissed him in thanks. As he turned back to the stove, her
thoughts turned inward again.

_What if he finds out how I feel about Susan?_

Beth knew that her relationship with David wouldn't change, but
did _he_ know that? Would he see Susan as a threat? A rival?

Beth scoffed at the thought. David knew he didn't have any
rivals, male _or_ female. She loved him with all her heart,
utterly and completely. She couldn't imagine life without him.
But how would _he_ see things? Would he brush it off? Would he
brood? She had a panicked thought: would he make her choose
between him and Susan?

She idly forked her eggs. Part of her noticed that they were
perfect, over hard without being crispy on the edges. But the
bigger part of her was still worried about what David would think
if he ever found out she loved another woman.

She'd given up trying to deny her feelings. She'd given up trying
to tell herself it was wrong. And she'd given up trying to
change.

But would David see things the same way?

Panicked thoughts aside, she knew he wouldn't make her choose. He
_was_ secure in their relationship. She knew he looked at other
women, but she also knew that he'd never done more. Plenty of
pilots screwed anything that moved (her brother came to mind),
but David wasn't like them. She knew he had a wilder side--things
he'd let slip while talking about Subic Bay--but he never went
too far.

_That's why he and Jack are friends,_ she told herself. Jack
valued loyalty and duty above all else, and would never have a
friend who couldn't be loyal to his own wife. He and David were
the same kind of men: they liked to look, but they didn't touch.

_But David_ wants _to touch,_ she thought, _especially Susan._

As if on cue, Susan and Jack emerged from the salon.

"Good morning," Jack half-boomed. "That coffee smells good."

Susan smiled and slid into the dinette. "Morning," she said.
"How'd you sleep?"

"Fine, thanks," Beth said. "You?"

Susan grinned and leaned close. "Good, but not as good as the
night before."

Beth felt her cheeks heat at the memory.

David came to her rescue. "How do you want your eggs?" he asked
Susan.

"Over medium, please."

"Comin' up."

Susan leaned close to Beth again. "I'm glad David decided to cook
breakfast. I wasn't looking forward to another meal like last
night."

"You did just fine for your first time," Jack said, coffee mug in
hand. "But you're right, it takes some getting used to."

"It _does_ get easier, though," David said over his shoulder.

That sounded good with the boat rocking gently at anchor, Beth
thought, but she understood what Susan was talking about. Beth
had been sailing at least a dozen times, in calm seas, rough
seas, and everything in between. But Susan had been on a boat
precisely three times, all in calm weather. Still, the men were
right: they _would_ get used to the movement of the sea.

"When do we set sail?" she asked, changing the subject.

"After breakfast," Jack said, sliding into the dinette as David
set two plates on the table.

He cracked three eggs and began cooking his own breakfast. Beth
tried to finish her eggs, but she'd let them get cold. She wasn't
hungry anyway. Worse, she was still worried what David would
think if he ever realized how she felt about Susan.

Unfortunately, the question wasn't going to answer itself.

**

Jack gazed up at the sails.

"Lewis said the winds along this stretch of coast were light," he
muttered in disgust, "but this isn't 'light.' It's dead calm."

David nodded in commiseration.

The _Nereid_ had left Ensenada two hours earlier, with the winds
light and variable. Jack had hoped the breeze would pick up
offshore, but it hadn't. Unfortunately, the high pressure system
must have stalled the winds. He jabbed the engine start button,
and the diesel came to life.

After another disgusted sigh he steadied the boat on her course
and bumped the throttle to full. The mainsail gave a desultory
flutter, but it was only the wind of their passage.

"Let's strike the sails," he said to David. "No sense leaving
them aloft. We'll see any wind long before it reaches us."

The miles flowed past and the seas picked up, with a long swell
coming from the northwest. They were sailing south-southeast, so
the swell took them almost dead astern.

Unfortunately, the day was still a bit cold, although the sun was
shining. The weather forecast called for temperatures in the low
sixties, so Jack had decided to forego the solar shower and let
the women use the regular shower instead.

"Remember," he'd told them, "we only have 120 gallons of fresh
water aboard. We _should_ be able to top our tanks in Turtle Bay,
but there's a reason they say 'Don't drink the water' in Mexico.
Okay?"

The women had both nodded conscientiously.

In reality, Jack wasn't worried about fresh water. He didn't want
them to _waste_ it, but Lewis had said the water in Turtle Bay
was fine. He and David would probably have to use the dinghy to
haul five-gallon jerry cans--which weighed nearly fifty pounds
apiece when full--but fresh water was fresh water, and they
couldn't live without it.

**

"You go ahead," Beth said when Susan gestured at the shower.

Susan shed her clothes, but Beth didn't pay much attention.
Instead, she was caught up in her dilemma. She didn't _want_ to
tell David how she felt, but she didn't want to hide things from
him either.

But her fantasies weren't _reality_. She knew that he must have
fantasies about other women--Susan especially--but they were
hardly "cheating." Her fantasies were the same, but she still
felt she was betraying him. That worried her more than anything
else.

She knew she loved him, and she didn't love him any less because
she loved Susan too. She chuckled darkly at the symmetry: she
loved Paul and then Erin came into her life; she loved David and
then Susan came into her life. She had room in her heart for all
of them.

She was still smiling to herself when Susan flung open the
bathroom door.

"Oh my. That was brisk," she said. "I'd _much_ rather shower with
the solar contraption."

"It's cold on deck," Beth said, "even without a breeze."

"No kidding," Susan said. "Why else would Jack let us use some of
his precious fresh water?" She frowned at the sound of her voice.
Then she laughed at herself. "I meant that to sound lighthearted,
but I guess I miss my hot shower more than I thought."

Beth laughed. "I was just thinking the same thing."

"Here," Susan said, stepping out of the way, "I'll let you freeze
_your_ nipples off."

"Thanks," Beth said dryly. She stepped into the shower closet and
closed the door. The water was as cold as she feared, and she
gasped in shock as it struck her. "It takes your breath away,
doesn't it?" she said as she began to lather.

"You think _that's_ bad?" Susan said through the thin wall. "The
lake at my parents' place is spring-fed, and it's _cold_, even in
the heat of summer. I used to run down the hill and dive into it,
though." She chuckled. "Usually with a couple of boys chasing
me."

Beth smiled to herself. She could imagine Susan leading a pack of
boys around by the nose. _Or some_ other _handy appendage._

"And my parents' house has an outdoor shower, but it's cold water
only." Susan laughed again. "Sometimes, I'd take a quick shower
before meeting my boyfriend."

"Why in God's name would you do that?"

"To make my nipples hard. I was a late bloomer, so I had to use
all the tricks in the book to get guys to look at me. Or so I
thought. Maybe that's why I'm such a tease."

Beth couldn't resist. She opened the shower door and peered out.
"_You?_" she said facetiously. "A tease? Perish the thought." Her
eyes flashed and she grinned as she shut the door. Then she
steeled herself for the water again. She pumped the handle and a
cold torrent doused her, taking her breath away. Again.

 From the other side of the door, Susan chuckled ironically.
"Believe it or not, I had to work hard to get like this." She
laughed again, gay and bright. "So much for being a proper young
lady!"

Beth laughed and opened the door.

Susan offered her a towel and then glanced at her chest. "See
what I mean about the cold water?"

Beth rolled her eyes and began to dry herself.

"Are you going to shave?" Susan asked.

Beth ran a hand over her legs. The hair was light blonde, so she
didn't have to worry about it showing, but she didn't like the
feel of stubble. "Probably," she said at last.

"Then I guess I will too."

Beth reached for her razor.

"We probably should've done this in the shower," Susan said as
she leaned against the wall and propped her foot on the edge of
the sink. She'd already filled the basin with water.

The outer bathroom wasn't big enough for both of them, so Beth
stayed in the little shower closet. She set her foot on the lid
of the commode and spread shaving cream from ankle to thigh.

They shaved in companionable silence, but Beth was startled when
Susan spread a dollop of cream over her pubic area. She hid her
surprise, and silently chided herself for her reaction.

_She doesn't want Jack to chafe his lips,_ she thought with a
smirk.

Susan carefully shaved herself. When she was done, she ran her
fingertips over her smooth mons and glanced up.

Beth felt her face flush with a combination of embarrassment and
arousal. She quickly busied herself with her comb.

They finished their bathroom routine in friendly silence and then
wrapped themselves in their towels, more for warmth than modesty.
When Susan opened the door, she pulled back.

"Oh," she said. "Sorry."

Beth looked past her to see a very embarrassed David. Then she
almost _felt_ Susan working up to some mischief.

"Sorry," David said, his eyes shifting nervously. "I didn't
realize you were still in there."

"That's okay," Susan said. "We're finished now. Well... almost
finished."

He looked puzzled.

Even from behind, Beth could tell that Susan was grinning.

Poor David almost choked when she flashed him.

"He's all yours now," she said over her shoulder to Beth. Still
grinning, she disappeared around the corner, headed toward her
cabin.

Beth took pity on David and moved close. "Sorry," she said, even
though she wasn't. "She can be a real tease sometimes."

"_I'll_ say."

After watching Susan shave, and seeing the look on David's face,
Beth felt a familiar flutter in her stomach. She moistened her
lips and glanced up at David. "Did you want to shower?" she
asked.

"If you're done, yeah."

_Oh, I'm not 'done.'_ she thought mischievously. _Far from it.
But I'm through with the shower, if that's what you mean._ Aloud,
she said, "Sure. You hop in the shower. I'll fetch you a dry
towel."

He nodded and stepped past her.

She got a fresh towel, but shed her own in the process. When
David opened the door after his shower, he was surprised to find
her kneeling on the floor next to the sink. She tried not to
smirk.

He started to ask a question, but fell silent.

"I thought I'd let you dry off before I suck you off."

His eyebrows shot up.

She shrugged, unrepentant. Then she glanced at his poor balls.
They'd shrunk from the cold, and her mouth watered at the thought
of warming them. She offered the towel and he took it.

"Thanks," he said laconically.

She smiled up at him and clasped her hands in her lap. From his
vantage point, she probably looked demure, but she was anything
but. With her arms at her sides, she could squeeze her breasts
together. He didn't realize what she'd done, but his eyes were
drawn to her deepening cleavage.

She hid a grin. Then she moistened her lips and pursed them. His
dick twitched. She looked up and met his gaze, her eyes hooded
and sultry. She moistened her lips again. He arched an eyebrow,
and she opened her mouth in unmistakable invitation.

He stepped forward. His aim was perfect, and she wrapped her lips
around the tip of his stiffening manhood. She sucked gently,
feeling the spongy head fill with blood. He quickly grew hard,
but she let him slip from her lips. With a breathy sigh, she
tilted her head to the side and held his dick out of the way.

She tongued his wrinkled brown sac, and he grunted softly. He
grunted again when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and
swirled her tongue around it. She did the same to the other,
inhaling the clean scent of him. As she nuzzled, she idly stroked
his thick shaft. Suddenly, she felt a glimmer of Susan-like
mischief.

"Do you ever have fantasies of Susan doing this?" she asked.

Gruffly: "No."

"You should," she said softly, hearing the lie in his voice. "She
loves giving head." She pulled back and tongued the tip of his
shaft. She tasted his pre-come and smiled to herself. "She says
she can almost get off... just by giving head."

"Lucky for Jack," David said, his voice tightly controlled.

"But what about you?" Beth asked, kissing the large vein down the
side of his shaft. "Don't you ever think about two women sucking
you off?"

"No."

"Susan wants to suck you. I can see it in her eyes."

He didn't answer.

"I could lick your balls while she sucks you." She could feel his
anticipation. "Or you could take turns fucking our faces."

"Oh Jesus, Beth," he breathed.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Two women sucking you off?" She
planted a line of kisses along his shaft, her breath hot on his
skin. "What would you do with two women all to yourself?" She
drew back, her lips caressing him. "Would you fuck us both? Would
you let us--?"

She reached the tip of his dick and recoiled in shock as hot
semen splashed over her cheek. She quickly aimed him at her
mouth. The second blast hit the back of her throat and she
swallowed. She tasted him and smelled him and felt him all at
once, her senses overwhelmed. He gripped her head and shuddered
with the force of his orgasm. She swallowed again, the liquid hot
in her throat.

When he finally stopped spurting, she held his hips and opened
her mouth. She swallowed as much of him as she could at once.
Then she paused, her breathing deep and deliberate. She opened
her mouth again and felt the head of his dick enter her throat. A
few inches more, and she wrapped her lips around the base.

He grunted, his hands still on her head. She sucked gently, her
nose pressed into the damp, warm mass of his pubic hair. He
grunted again when she pulled back, her lips tight around his
shaft. She took a deep breath and swallowed him again, the
pressure in her throat making her eyes water. She took him all
the way, though, her lips forming a tight "O" around the base of
his shaft.

She pulled back and blinked to clear her eyes. "I bet Susan can't
do _that_," she said.

He smiled and brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek.
His come was still wet on the other cheek.

She kissed the tip of his dick, shiny with her saliva. She wanted
him to fuck her, so she goaded him shamelessly. "Susan really
_does_ like giving head," she said. "And I know she wants to suck
you off. She hasn't come right out and said it, of course, but I
know her."

Before he could respond, she swallowed him again, taking his dick
to the root. She pulled back, her eyes twinkling with desire.

"I might just let her, too," she said. "But not before you bend
me over the sink and fuck me."

Much to her surprise, David almost yanked her to her feet. He
turned her around and entered her from behind. Her eyes flew wide
at the sudden intrusion, and she silently thanked God she was
already wet.

David began thrusting and she closed her eyes. He gripped her
hips hard enough to hurt, but she didn't care. His dick--his big,
thick, _wonderful_ dick--filled her with every thrust. She had to
keep from banging her face into the mirror, but she didn't care.
Instead, she concentrated on the feeling between her legs.

David fucked her for timeless minutes, his hips slapping her ass
and filling the small room with the sounds of their sex. Too
soon, he buried himself and she felt him spurt deep within her.
She was on the verge of her own orgasm, and she whimpered with
need. He reached between her legs. His finger found her clit and
she arched her back.

"Oh, yes," she hissed.

Pleasure exploded within her and the world went white. She closed
her eyes, but the brightness was in her brain. The pleasure
seemed to go on and on, and she could feel her tummy heaving with
the force of her orgasm.

Finally, she came to her senses and let her forehead press
against the cool glass of the mirror.

"I don't...," David panted, an edge in his voice, "want... to have
sex... with Susan."

_But what if_ I _do?_ Beth asked silently.

**

The _Nereid_ motored through the night, making a steady six
knots, the diesel clattering softly beneath the cabin floor. They
were still motoring the next morning, and Jack turned a peevish
eye aloft, gazing at the bare mast. He touched the backstay in an
old sailor's gesture, silently praying for a breeze. But the wind
didn't pick up, and he swore under his breath.

_If I wanted a motor cruise, I would've borrowed a_ power_boat._

Even though the wind didn't change, the sea picked up after
breakfast. Worse, the swell shortened and shifted direction.
Closely spaced waves came from the west-northwest, causing the
boat to pitch and roll--the mast swung through seventy degrees in
less than ten seconds.

"Susan...?" Beth said. "Are you all right?"

They were sitting on the cockpit benches, and Jack spared them a
glance.

"I'm fine," Susan said, although she didn't look it. Her face had
gone pale, with a sheen of sweat despite the cool air. "I'm just
waiting for breakfast to settle," she said.

Just then, a gust from the northwest blew fine spray over the
rail. The boat rolled into the lee of a wave. Jack ignored the
motion of the sea, straining to pick out the hint of wind. The
boat rose on the next wave, the deck tilting. He felt the gust
again, and shouted for David to hoist the jib.

Susan stood uncertainly, and Jack split his attention between the
wind and his wife. She turned, and he realized--too late--what
she was going to do.

He shouted, "No...!"

She leaned over the rail and vomited.

His voice died. "...not over the windward rail," he finished
uselessly.

The stream of vomit blew back, spattering Susan and everything
near her. Beth was with her in an instant, heedless of the mess.
Susan hung her head over the rail and vomited again. Most of it
hit the side of the boat, but enough blew back in her face,
covering Beth as well.

Jack leapt forward and bent over the two women. The smell hit him
and he had to choke back his own gorge. Susan heaved again, but
merely spit a mouthful of vomit into the sea. The boat rolled
with the next wave and David dropped into the already crowded
cockpit.

"Take the helm," Jack said immediately. He regretted snapping an
order, but David quickly moved behind the wheel. Jack shot his
friend an apologetic look and received a nod in return.

Susan retched again and spat to clear her mouth. Beth was holding
her hair out of her face, and Jack did the only thing he could:
he put a reassuring hand on her back. Susan heaved several more
times, but nothing came up.

"I think she's done," Beth said at last, and Susan nodded weakly.

"Let's get her below," Jack said.

He returned to the cockpit ten minutes later.

"How is she?" David asked.

"She's still nauseous. Beth's with her now." He frowned as he
stated the obvious. Then he looked up--the wind had died again.
He swore. "And this was supposed to be a _vacation_."

David shrugged. "My fun meter is pegged."

Jack smiled at the irony in his friend's voice. Then he shook off
his foul mood. His wife was seasick and he was worried about the
_wind?_

_Time to get your priorities straight, mister,_ he told himself
silently. Aloud, he said, "Come two points to port."

"Two points to port, aye." David turned the wheel.

"That should reduce the roll for the time being," Jack said.

David nodded as he steadied the boat on her new course.

"We'll have to tack when we fetch the land," Jack continued.
"It'll make plotting our course a bit more challenging, but..." He
shrugged. "I'll clean up the cockpit," he said at last.

He used the simple, age-old expedient of a bucket and seawater to
clean the deck and benches. Then he chuckled darkly. Susan hadn't
known to throw up over the leeward rail, where the wind would've
blown the vomit _away_ from her. He shouldn't laugh, because he'd
learned the lesson the hard way himself.

"Hey, Zuni," he said at last, "do you mind if I...?" He gestured
toward the cabin.

David shook his head and made a shooing gesture.

"Thanks," Jack said, and went below to check on Susan.

**

"She's okay," Beth said quietly.

Jack loomed over her. He wasn't as big as David, but he was still
imposing, especially when he was anxious.

"I cleaned her face with a washcloth," she continued, "but I need
to get her out of her clothes." She wrinkled her nose. "They
smell like vomit, which isn't making her seasickness any better."

Jack nodded. "Try to get her to sleep. Don't let her eat
anything, but make sure she drinks something."

Beth bit back a sarcastic reply. She was a mother--she _knew_ how
to deal with an upset stomach. But Jack evidently felt the need
to issue orders, so she held her tongue while he told her things
she already knew. An annoyed part of her wanted to answer "Yes,
sir!" when he finished, but she controlled the impulse and simply
said, "Okay."

He lingered for a moment, but then turned away.

Beth rolled her eyes. David was the same in an emergency--he
wanted to _do_ something, as if stopping to think was the worst
thing he could do. Beth smoothed her ruffled feathers and watched
Jack's retreating back. With a sigh at her own impatience, she
turned to the cabin and opened the door.

Susan was lying on the bed, limp and motionless.

"Okay," Beth said gently, "let's get you out of those clothes."

Susan tried to help, but she was weak from vomiting, so she
dropped her hands and sat passively as Beth undressed her.

"Oh," Beth clucked, "you got it in your hair, too."

"Serves me right," Susan said.

"No, it doesn't. Anyone can get seasick."

She smiled wanly.

Beth tossed her clothes into the corner and found one of Jack's
soft flannel shirts.

Susan shook her head. "I don't sleep in clothes. Not even in
panties." With that, she took hers off and tossed them aside.

"Oh...," Beth said, distracted. "Okay. I'll fetch a basin to wash
your hair."

Susan shook her head. "I can make it to the sink."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

Beth helped her to the bathroom, where Susan brushed her teeth
and then let Beth wash her hair.

_Jack can go to hell if he so much as_ mentions _how much fresh
water I just "wasted,"_ Beth thought.

He'd never be so callous, but she smiled at her own
protectiveness. Back in the cabin, she eased Susan onto the bed.
She wanted to stay, but her own clothes were still spattered with
vomit.

"I'll be right back," she said softly, covering Susan with the
sheet and blankets.

She walked back to the main hatch and climbed the three steps to
the cockpit. David was at the wheel. He gave her a look, silently
asking about Susan.

"She's better," she said. Then she plucked at her clothes. "_I_
stink to high heaven, though."

He smiled and waved away her remark.

She started to ask where Jack was, but he appeared along the
rail.

"How is she?"

"She's fine," Beth said. "But the cabin's pretty bright... would
you put something over the skylight?"

Jack winced at not thinking of it himself. "Right away," he said.

She smiled her thanks and returned below. In the main salon she
stripped off her clothes. They followed Susan's into a laundry
bag. She'd have time to wash them later. In the meantime, she
needed to clean herself and return to her friend.

The shower was shockingly cold, and she cursed silently as she
began to lather her hair.

"I'll have to speak to the captain about the accommodations," she
half-muttered, reaching for the pump handle. She tensed.
Reluctantly--oh, _so_ reluctantly--she pumped.
"Ohmygodthatscold," she gasped.

After she rinsed, she dried off and donned one of David's white
undershirts. She entered the cabin a moment later--it was warm
and dark.

"Susan?" she said softly.

"I'm alive," Susan said. "Barely. The darkness helps."

Beth sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her friend's face.

Susan hissed.

"_What?_ Are you all right?"

She laughed weakly. "Your hand is cold."

"Sorry. I just took a shower."

"Did Jack give you a hard time about the water?"

"No."

"Lucky for him," Susan said, a smile in her voice.

"No kidding. I was ready to bite his head off."

"Good for you."

She warmed her hands and then stroked Susan's face again.

"Oh, that feels nice."

"Close your eyes," Beth said gently. Her own eyes had finally
adjusted to the dark, and she began rubbing Susan's temples, her
fingers light. She massaged her forehead and then down to her
cheeks and jaw.

Susan moaned softly, her face going slack with relaxation.

"Turn over and I'll rub your back," Beth said.

Susan winced when she moved, but swallowed hard and quickly
rolled to her stomach.

Beth began rubbing.

"Oh," Susan groaned softly, "I'll give you to the count of one
million to stop that."

Beth smiled.

Susan eventually drifted off to sleep, and Beth found her own
eyes drooping as well. After the stress of caring for her friend,
she was worn out.

_She won't mind if I lie down for a minute,_ she thought. She
curled up quietly, intending to rest her eyes for a few minutes.

**

Beth blinked and looked around in confusion. The room was dark,
and it was... moving. It took her a moment to remember where she
was: the cabin of _Nereid_.

Memory came flooding back, and she worried about Susan. She
started to sit up, but...

She felt an arm around her middle. _Susan's_ arm, she realized.

She started to get up again, but she was so comfortable that she
didn't want to move. The men could take care of themselves, and
they certainly didn't need help sailing the boat.

Her feet were cold, so she wormed under the covers. Susan didn't
wake up, but she scooted closer automatically. Beth closed her
eyes and relaxed in the warmth of her body.

**

Beth opened her eyes slowly. She didn't know what time it was,
but the boat was still rocking, with a little shimmy and roll at
the end of each rise.

"Fancy meeting you here," Susan said softly, from behind her.

Beth started to get up in embarrassment.

Susan held her. "Oh, you're fine," she said. "It's just us girls
here."

Beth relaxed and settled back. She was used to David spooning
with her, his body hard against hers. But Susan's was entirely
different.

"I'm sorry I threw up on you," she said after a moment.

"Oh, I've dealt with worse."

Susan chuckled, but then Beth felt her turn serious. "This is
nice," she said after a moment. "You're warm."

"How's your stomach?" Beth asked, changing the subject. "Do you
want something to eat?"

"Not yet." She sighed. "I..."

The pause lengthened, and Beth's stomach fluttered with anxiety
until she felt Susan draw breath to speak.

"I've been thinking...," she said at last.

"About what?"

"About you and me... You and David... This trip..."

Beth's nervousness returned. "What about it?"

"When I turned sixteen...," Susan said.

Beth frowned at the non sequitur, but didn't interrupt.

"...Greg, my boyfriend, took me to the movies. But instead of
actually going to the drive-in, we turned around at the camp gate
and drove back to a clearing. We walked through the woods to his
house, and then around to his parents' bedroom. It had sliding
glass doors, and the curtains were open. Greg's parents and mine
were having a get-together with some friends, but I had no idea
they'd be..."

"What?" Beth blurted softly.

"My mother was having sex... with Greg's father and another man."

Beth's eyes flew wide in shock, and she turned to look at Susan
in disbelief.

Susan propped herself on an elbow, her eyes unfocused with
remembrance.

"At first," she continued, "I was angry. Angry with Greg for
showing me. Angry with my mother for humiliating my father. And
angry with my father for letting her do it. Well, I _thought_ I
was angry, at least."

Beth's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean you '_thought_ you were
angry'?"

"I thought I should be angry, so that was my first reaction. But
I realized--later--that I wasn't upset at all. After all, I
couldn't tear my eyes from the scene in the bedroom. I was
captivated. My father was watching my mother, while another woman
knelt in front of him. Greg's mother was with another couple.
They were _all_ having sex." She paused.

"Needless to say," she said at last, "I was confused."

"I don't blame you," Beth said quietly.

"I was so ashamed..."

"But you had nothing to do with it..."

"No, you don't understand," Susan said. "I was ashamed because I
kept watching, and because I was... excited."

Beth blinked in surprise.

"I was still confused, but I _liked_ watching. I could tell that
my mother was enjoying herself. So was my father, obviously." She
laughed ironically. "I knew my parents were liberated, but I had
no idea."

"No kidding," Beth said, her voice soft with understatement.
"What did you do?"

Another ironic laugh. "I slapped Greg and stormed away."

"_What?_"

"Exactly," Susan said, reading Beth's confusion. "I wanted to
stay and watch, but I... I don't know how to explain it... I
_thought_ I should react like that. You know, like in the
movies."

Beth nodded.

"Greg ran after me, of course," Susan continued, her eyes in the
past, "but I walked straight home. I wouldn't even let him kiss
me goodnight at the door." She voiced a soft laugh. "He was
expecting to get laid. Ha! Little did he know." She chuckled
again. "Believe it or not, I wanted to have sex with him, but I
thought I should be upset, so I gave him the cold shoulder."

"What did you do then?"

"I went to my room and threw myself onto my bed. I was being
melodramatic," she added, her eyes twinkling with laughter at her
younger self. "But I kept thinking about the scene in Greg's
parents' room: my mother on her hands and knees, with Greg's
father behind her and another man in front of her."

"Uh-oh," Beth said. She knew what was coming next.

"Yep," Susan said, "you guessed it. The next thing I knew, I was
playing with myself. I came once, but I was still horny, so I
took off my dress and started again." She laughed, the sound
trailing into a sigh. "I must've come three or four times in a
row.

"But then I felt ashamed," she said. "I knew I shouldn't get
excited about my parents having sex with other people. It was
wrong, I thought--they were _married_. But I couldn't stop
thinking about them. It was so... _sexy_."

Beth blinked in surprise.

"I didn't get much sleep that night," Susan continued. "Worse, I
was a basket case the rest of the week. I went from horny to
ashamed, excited to withdrawn. My mother noticed, of course, but
I couldn't tell _her_ what I'd seen. I thought she'd be upset
that I was snooping. My parents were always very open about their
bodies, but they also tried to instill a respect for other
people's privacy."

She laughed softly. "That's one of the few lessons I didn't learn
well. I may not be a gossip, but I'm _horribly_ curious. Worse,
I'm such a voyeur."

Beth smiled and tried to curb her own voyeuristic urge (Susan's
sheet had slid down, exposing her bare breasts).

Susan picked up the thread of her tale: "My mother eventually
cornered me and asked what was wrong. She thought it had
something to do with Greg. In a roundabout way, it did. He'd
apologized and we'd made up, but he kept pestering me about what
we'd seen."

"What did _he_ want?"

"He wanted me to do the same thing, of course."

"With your parents' friends?"

"Oh, no," Susan said quickly. "With the other teenagers who came
to camp. School was almost over, and summer vacation was about to
start. So Greg was--how should I say this?--sowing the seeds."
She laughed. "Little did he know how fertile the soil was!"

Beth's eyes widened. _Does that mean what I_ think _it does?_

"But where was I?" Susan said. "Oh, yes... My mother finally
cornered me. She wanted to know why I'd been acting the way I
had. She knew that Greg and I were having sex, and she was
worried I was pregnant. _That_ wouldn't happen till a few years
later, with Jack.

"But you know all about that. Anyway, my mother finally dragged
the story out of me. I expected her to ground me, or worse, to
talk to my father. I was always Daddy's little girl, but he could
put me in my place with a single look. So I didn't relish the
thought of facing _him_ over what I'd done."

"What happened?" Beth asked when the pause lengthened.

Susan laughed at the memory. "My mother just laughed. That's
right, she laughed. She'd thought I was pregnant--despite all
she'd taught me--and I guess she was relieved to find out that
I'd simply discovered their swinging."

Beth felt an almost electric buzz at the word. She knew what it
meant, but she never connected it with Susan's story. She
mentally smacked herself in the forehead. _Of_ course _that's
what her parents were doing. But... back then? Isn't swinging a
Sixties thing?_

"She sat me down and told me the whole story," Susan continued,
oblivious to the jumble of thoughts racing through Beth's head.
"My parents and the Kestrels, Greg's parents, had started
swinging before the camp was built."

Beth squeezed her legs together with a sudden rush of arousal.

"It started when Greg's father mentioned how people bathed
together in Japan, so they decided to try that. One thing led to
another, of course."

"Of course," Beth said. The tingle between her legs had turned
into full-blown heat and moisture, and she tried not to squirm.

"They started swinging with other couples when they built the
camp. Nudist camps weren't all that common back then, so they
attracted like-minded people. But my parents didn't want to have
sex with just anyone who showed up."

Beth shook her head, reacting more to Susan's tone than her
words.

"They wanted couples who had strong, loving relationships, but
were looking for adventure and variety. Between the time they
built the camp and when I discovered their goings on, I guess
they found three other couples." She snorted softly. "Three
couples in five or six years."

"People like that don't grow on trees."

"You have no idea..."

_Are we still talking about her parents?_ Beth wondered. She grew
nervous. "What happened with your mother?" she asked aloud.

"Oh, we had a good talk," Susan said. "She wasn't upset that I
knew about them. She wasn't even upset that I'd been snooping. I
think she was glad to have it out in the open. Well, it wasn't
out in the _open_, but you know what I mean."

Beth nodded, but then tried to focus on the story.

"Greg eventually talked me into swinging with some of the other
kids at camp," Susan said. "Although I probably shouldn't call
them kids, because they were older than me. But we were all
teenagers."

Beth swallowed hard as the heat between her legs spread outward.

"There were five of us in our little group," Susan said. "Greg
and me, of course, along with the son and daughter of another
couple in my parents' group."

"Who was the fifth?" Beth heard herself ask.

"A girl from town. She was Greg's ex-girlfriend, but I didn't
know it at the time." She smiled fondly. "She was the first woman
I ever had sex with."

Beth felt her heart skip a beat. "You mean...?"

"Mmm hmm. I told you I had an adventurous life before I met
Jack."

_But you didn't tell me the_ half _of it._

"Jack didn't know about all of this until later," Susan
continued. "When we got married, he knew I was a nudist. That's
it. But after my mother died, I started thinking about my
parents' relationship, and how swinging brought them closer." She
smiled fondly. "They were always so happy and affectionate after
one of their 'Cocktail Parties.'" As an aside she added, "I
always loved that play on words."

Beth ignored her growing arousal and smiled.

"So I told Jack about it a couple of months after my mother died.
I didn't really know what I wanted, or why I told him," Susan
said, distracted by her own uncertainty, "but I knew I wanted
what my parents had. I wanted that same level of connection with
Jack. He's a good man, but he wasn't ready to settle down when I
got pregnant. Don't get me wrong... he's never cheated on me. I
know he likes to look, but he doesn't do anything because that
would be against his... code. Does that make sense?"

Beth nodded. David was the same way.

"Still, I knew he wanted more. I make him happy, both in bed and
out, but..." She shrugged.

Beth felt her breath catch as she watched Susan's breasts move.
Her own nipples ached with desire.

"I want more, too, I guess," Susan said at last. "No, that's not
true. I don't want more. I'd be content to live the rest of my
life with Jack and only Jack."

Beth felt the same way about David, but she understood Susan's
unspoken hunger.

"What I want is something different. Just for a little while. I
don't want to have an affair--not any more than Jack does--but I
want something... more." She paused. "I'm afraid I'm not making
sense."

Beth shook her head. "You're making perfect sense. But..." She
mustered her courage. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I thought you knew," Susan said softly, warmly.

Beth swallowed hard. "I want to hear you say it," she said at
last.

Instead of answering, Susan smiled, her expression full of
desire. She caressed Beth's face. At her touch, Beth felt a surge
of current, her body tingling. Susan smiled, her eyes tracing the
line of Beth's jaw, down to her throat and then to her chest.

Beth's nipples were stiff, and she could feel them poking through
the thin cotton of her T-shirt. Susan's eyes drank her in.

She couldn't breathe. The silence lengthened, but she didn't feel
awkward. She felt warm all over, like a hot bath, only ten times
better. A hundred times. A thousand!

"I've been looking for you all my life," Susan said softly. "I
didn't know I'd been looking until I found you." She chuckled,
warm and throaty. "And to think, you walked into my life with a
green bean casserole."

They shared a smile.

"I had no idea what hit me," she continued, her voice barely
above a whisper. "You were like a ton of bricks, and you turned
my life upside down."

_Mine too!_

Susan seemed to grow serious, her eyes focusing. "Jack and I
aren't swingers," she said softly. "Not yet, at least. We hadn't
found the right couple."

Beth drifted on a sea of anticipation.

Susan caressed her face again.

"Have you found the right couple yet?" Beth heard herself ask.

"Mmm hmm."

The silence drew out and Beth gazed up at Susan. She felt a wave
of emotions, from fear to desire, nervousness to excitement.
Could she actually become a swinger? Could she have sex with
another man? Could she watch David have sex with Susan?

Could she, would she, should she?

Something within her clicked, and she felt a certainty she hadn't
known since David asked her to marry him.

"What do we do now?" she said. Her heart sounded loud in her own
ears, and she felt her breathing grow shallow. She focused on
Susan's lips, watching them draw closer.

The seconds dragged into hours... days... years...

Beth closed her eyes and felt Susan's lips brush her own.
Pleasure exploded within her, spreading outward in waves. Susan's
lips were soft--_so soft_--her tongue insistent. Susan moaned
softly, and Beth tasted her breath, hot and sweet.

The kiss seemed to last forever, timeless moments stretching into
a lifetime. When they finally separated, Beth smiled and
languidly opened her eyes.

"Oh, my," Susan said, her breathing heavier. "I've wanted to do
that for a long time."

_Me too._

Susan kissed her again, tenderly.

When they broke the kiss, Beth opened her eyes and smiled slowly.
"I like that," she said at last. "I like _you_."

Suddenly, Susan had to blink to clear her eyes.

"You'll have to show me what to do," Beth said softly, "but--"

Susan silenced her with a kiss, hard and insistent.

Beth responded, senses afire with lust. Susan felt so good
against her, so soft and warm and inviting.

"Oh, God, I love you," Susan breathed at last, breaking the kiss.

"I love you too," Beth said. She laughed softly, full of wonder.
"I've never said that to a woman."

Susan bent to kiss her again.

A moment later Beth gasped when she felt Susan's hand on her
pussy. Her fear turned to pleasure as Susan gently rubbed,
spreading her moisture. Her nipples ached, and she wanted to take
off her shirt, to feel her skin against Susan's. But she didn't
want to break the kiss. She didn't want Susan to stop rubbing her
pussy. She didn't want _any_ of it to end.

Beth shivered with desire as Susan kissed the hollow of her neck
and then down to her chest. Slowly, tenderly, Susan planted a
line of kisses between her breasts. Then she slid her hands along
Beth's sides, lifting the shirt.

Beth moaned and arched her back when Susan kissed her bare navel.
Higher, and Susan gently sucked one of her nipples. She didn't
linger, though, not like David would've.

At the thought of David, Beth felt a pang of guilt. Was she
cheating on him? Would he ever forgive her if he found out? Would
he--?

Susan kissed her way down Beth's body, her touch light and
confident.

_Who_ cares _what David thinks,_ Beth thought, wry and defiant.
_He can have her when I'm done!_

At a gentle pressure on her inner thigh, Beth spread her legs.
She moaned softly when she felt Susan's warm breath on her pussy.
Her chest heaved, and she felt her stomach quiver in
anticipation.

Unlike David, Susan was tender and slow. He could take his time
when he wanted to, but he usually wanted to move on to something
else, something involving his dick.

Susan's lips were strong and supple, and Beth groaned at the
sensations in her pussy. She reached down, exactly as she would
have done with David. She almost pulled back in shock when she
felt long hair instead of David's bristly flattop. Then she
laughed to herself, her fingers twining through Susan's thick
hair.

Susan sucked her clit again and Beth forgot all about hair. She
lifted her hips and tried to press her pussy against Susan's
mouth. Susan teased her, pulling back and flicking her tongue
over the little pearl.

Beth held her hips in the air. She wanted Susan's lips on her
clit again, but she could almost _feel_ the other woman grinning.
Her insistent whimper turned into a gasp as she got her wish.

Pleasure built within her, and she felt disconnected from her
body, as though she was floating on a sea of warmth and delight.
She lost track of time, the sensations washing over her, surging,
hot, and dreamy.

Eventually, she began to quiver with the need for release. She
had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out. After all, she
didn't want the men to burst into the cabin to find out what was
wrong.

Susan licked again, and Beth gripped the sheets with a hiss.

The dam broke and emotion flooded her. Pleasure flowed with it,
almost unbearable, intense and hot. She closed her eyes and
silently screamed. Another wave struck her and she felt herself
floating again, borne by the current of orgasm.

When she finally sank to the bed, her chest heaved with the
effort to breathe.

Susan crawled from between her legs and settled beside her. They
kissed, and Beth tasted herself on another woman's lips for the
first time.

She forgot about David.

She forgot about the rocking boat.

She even forgot to worry that she might be a "You know what."

She forgot about everything that didn't matter.

_David matters,_ she thought distractedly, _but not right now.
Not with Susan in my arms. He'll understand,_ she told herself.
_Later. And when he finds out he can have her too..._

She closed her eyes and smiled.

_Later._

**

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