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In the Boat-shed

By Bria Gypsy

(M/g)

Dave Hewitt walked into the boathouse and looked around to check
everything was ship-shape with the stowing of the two inflatable
coach boats. Sometimes the volunteer parents did not always
ensure the boats were set properly on their trailers and the
outboards tilted correctly on the stern of each boat; so the
outboard propellers did not drag the floor when the boats would
be pulled out next race day. The two semi-rigid inflatable were
nestled around the larger wooden boat that the club had built up
from a basic hull donated by an elderly benefactor; an old boy of
the estuary club. Dave thought the 'Penguin' as the boat was
called, was a white elephant. It was too cranky in any sort of a
breeze to use as the prime rescue boat. So mostly it sat in the
boat shed. Only being taken out when Tony Bailey, who had
overseen the building project, appeared at the club occasionally
and insisted the boat be taken out; if only to remind people it
was still there. Left to Dave and the regular club members, the
Penguin was destined to remain in the boat-shed.

Dave heard the sound of a shower running and he looked across at
the part of the boat-shed partitioned off with mens and womens
locker rooms. The club faithful had drifted off now the racing
was over for the day and he was puzzled who would be in the
locker rooms this late after the racing had concluded. He walked
across the boat-shed towards the locker rooms and deduced the
shower was running in the womens locker room. Dave paused at the
door and called if anyone was in there. No answer, so he called
again. Still no answer. Dave frowned believing the shower had
been left on by an absent minded girl; possibly being pressured
by a parent to hurry up. He had found showers running on
occasions he did the final check before locking the club
facilities. He stepped cautiously inside the womens locker room,
feeling for all like a thief about to burglarize a house. He
walked towards the sound of the running shower and saw the
curtain to the stall was drawn closed. He pushed the curtain
cautiously and peered between the gap he had created and his jaw
dropped and he stood stunned in surprise at what he saw.

A girl was sitting on the floor in the corner of the shower stall
with the water playing down onto her lower abdomen. She was naked
and had her legs pulled up so her heels were in close to her
buttocks and her knees were splayed. The girl was playing with
her sex; masturbating as her head lolled forward and she was
clearly unaware he was there. As the shock cleared his brain his
first reaction was to withdraw and get the hell out of there.
Regroup and call to the girl from the safety of the boat-shed
floor. She hadn’t seen him so would never know he saw her. But
the fact she was clearly trying to masturbate using the shower as
a stimulus had excited him and he remained rooted to the spot
staring at the girl’s hand working her bald sex. He recognized
her as Jane Poole. Jane was a recalcitrant twelve year old that
was pushed into the sailing group as a way for her parents to rid
themselves of the precocious girl for at least part of each
weekend in the summer months. She’d learned little of what she
was taught and her heart wasn’t in the sport. She did have a keen
interest in boys however and there was a quiet rumor amongst
adult club-members that she’d be knocked up before she was
thirteen, the way she carried on. Not that there was any proof
she was sexually active, rather it was just a belief most adults
had about the preteen; judging by her behavior around older boys.
Dave stared at the girl absorbed in masturbating and he cringed
when he realized he had lewdly licked his lips watching her; an
involuntary reaction to the erotic sight he was witnessing. He
was semi hard with arousal at what he was witnessing. Jane was
actually very pretty. Slim and lithe with shoulder length
straight dark hair and gorgeous eyelashes framing her brown eyes.
Given the secret mutterings about the girl, Dave was sure their
was an adult man or two at the club who secretly harbored illicit
thoughts about her. Dave had to admit he saw the woman-to-be
budding in the girl and had thought about her sexually on more
than one occasion.

Dave had two sons, both younger than Jane. He had no concept of
preteen girls and their growing bodies. The only naked female
child he’d seen was an accidental peek of his younger sister Rose
when she was about eight and in bed with the flu; and her mother
was given her a bed-bath. Dave gazed at the girl and noted the
small breasts with pointy nipples as she stooped forward working
her crotch diligently with her hand; the fingers of the other
hand seemingly pushed into her vaginal opening. He was now
thinking straight again and was about to withdraw when Jane moved
a little and caught a glimpse of his sea boots in her peripheral
vision.  Her head snapped up and she looked up at him with a look
of horror on her face that she had been caught. For what seemed
like an eternity to Dave, he locked eyes with the girl. She froze
as she stared at him, her mouth open in surprise.  He wondered
why she hadn’t scrambled to make herself decent, and was worried
now that she had actually seen him spying on her. Yet she hadn’t
screamed and made no effort to move. Seeing him staring down at
her and realizing he could have been there for some minutes, a
small impish smile came to Jane’s lips and she cocked her head to
one side in a coquettish way.

“Want to wash my back Mr. Hewett?”  Jane said with a broad grin.

“It’s not your back that needs it by the looks of it,” Dave
answered without thinking.

Jane giggled and sat back leaning against the corner of the
shower stall. She had made no move to remove her fingertips from
her vaginal opening but she had stopped rubbing her sex and the
hand rested on the floor of the shower beside her. Certain she
wasn’t going to scream and create a fuss, Dave reached inside the
curtain and turned the shower off. Jane looked at his hand
turning the dial and as he withdrew it her free hand snaked out
and she deftly caught his wrist. He realized she wanted a hand up
so they twisted their hands together so they locked fingers and
he helped her stand up; Jane removing her fingers from her sex as
she now stood facing him and still holding his hand. She liked
Dave. She sometimes hung around with his oldest son Sam just to
get close to Dave. She thought he was cute and sexy for an old
guy. Dave was forty-two and he was a very handsome man. Dave
swallowed hard staring at the girl's nubile naked body and as he
drank in her burgeoning beauty he felt her hand push deliberately
against his crotch and he started and his knees went weak; and he
heard a roaring sound in his head as the realization she had
goosed him struck home.

“You’ve got a stiffy,” he heard her say.

Dave stood flummoxed by the girl’s forward approach and Jane
grasped the thick tube in his cargo shorts. He stood rooted to
the spot and heard the noise of his zipper being opened.

“Oh dear God,” he gasped under his breath as her hand went into
his flies and rummaged around until she felt bare flesh of his
cock in his shorts. Jane pulled the thickening cock
unceremoniously from his flies, and letting his hand go, she drew
her bangs behind her ears and squatted to inspect the thick stiff
cock jutting up from Dave’s flies.

“It’s a biggie,” Jane giggled and took the cock in both hands.

“Oh Christ no,” Dave gasped quietly as she began to awkwardly
jack his cock.

‘Get out of there you stupid bastard,’ a voice screamed in his
head.

The flush of lust had begun creeping through Dave’s body and
instead of obeying the voice, h dropped a hand to her shoulder.
She took this as a sign of consent and looked up fleetingly and
grinned. It seemed all her fantasies had come true and dropping
one hand off his cock to rest against his thigh, Jane took his
cock into her mouth. Just the head at first, swirling he tongue
around the big knob as she got used to the taste, texture and
size of Dave’s cock-head.

“Oh geez this is crazy,” Dave gasped under his breath but his
body was now abandoning itself to the excitement of not just
having his cock sucked, but by a fetching preteen girl who was
making a good fist of it; no pun intended.

Dave surrendered to the girl’s whim to suck his cock. He dropped
both hands on her shoulders, moving inside the shower curtain as
Jane squatted in the shower box and blew him. Soon his hands went
to her head and Dave began working his hips. For a moment or two
he was sure Jane was experienced at this, she was so good. She
got him quickly and he felt the cum bubble in his groin, and he
grabbed her head and held it firm as he pushed into her. Suddenly
the preteen was not so confident and she made gagging and
gurlking noises as he shoved too far back in her throat. Her
hands went to his hips and she tried to push herself back but he
was too strong. He blasted her with several long ribbons of cum
that she felt well up in her throat and flood her mouth. The girl
twisted and struggled to get the thick cock out of her mouth. She
succeeded right at the conclusion of his release as he had passed
through the delicious flush of ejaculation and didn’t bother to
fight her any more. The girl falling back on her haunches and
wrenching her mouth away, coughing and spluttering semen across
the shower stall. He stood back with his cock waving about as she
wiped her mouth and continued to cough and splutter until she
brought herself under control.

She didn’t look at him but kept her head turned away as she
worked her mouth sluicing saliva to rid herself of the residue of
his semen. She wiped at her lips to rid the slippery fluid from
them; the odor of his ejaculation pungent in her nostrils.

“Come on, let me help you up,” Dave said with a sense of concern.

If she’d sucked cock before, she’d not had a load dumped in her
mouth that was for sure. Jane let him help her up and she stood
still wiping at her face and chin as she worked her jaw. The
taste was rapidly disappearing although the aroma of his cock and
cum was still evident to her smell. His cock was still waving
erect from his flies and she glanced down. Now that the rush of
his climax had passed and she was otherwise unscathed, she
dropped a hand to it and squeezed it, causing the residue of
semen to pool on the tip. He took her head and she had little
choice but to bend and lick his cock clear of his cum.

“Good girl,” he said quietly, and he released her bangs from
behind her ears and smoothed her hair tenderly. "That was
fantastic…you were fantastic," he said softly.

Jane grinned mawkishly at him, pleased he had complimented her.
It was her first time despite the numerous secret times she acted
it out with a banana, or the handle of her hair brush, or most
anything that was phallic in shape and she was alone. She’d even
gone as far as using the handle of a favorite hairbrush in her
vagina; being careful not to hurt herself as she moved the
tapered handle greased with Vaseline from the bathroom as a
lubricant. The girl had a higher than normal interest in sex and
had already experiment on herself. This latest episode in the
shower was one of many of a long line of attempts to give herself
pleasure by her own hand. None of which was yet to succeed
although she enjoyed trying. Dave studied the girl and saw how
pretty she was. He stroked her face tenderly and let the pad of
his thumb graze her lips. Jane sucked at the thumb and drew it
into her lips seductively; all the while holding his still hard
cock in her hand. Dave saw she was not fazed by what had happened
and he admired her guts to go through with this. He glanced down
at her small puffy breasts and tiny pointed nipples and he felt
the need to fondle them. She smiled and pushed her chest out
inviting his touch. He drew his hand all around her chest,
stroking the breasts and twiddling her nipples. As one hand roved
over her prepubescent breast, his other sneakily slipped between
her legs. Jane gasped and grinned as she felt his fingers stroke
along her vulva. They pair stood fondling each other for several
minutes until Dave became aware of a vehicle outside of the
boat-shed. It sounded like a V8 engine and as he narrowed his
eyes wondering who was coming up to the boat-shed this late in
the day, Jane suddenly gasped.

“My folks,’ she said as she recognized the sound of her father’s
truck; her face looked concerned at the prospect of being caught.

“Shit,” Dave exclaimed and quickly stepped back and began putting
his cock inside his pants. “Get dressed. I’ll be out in the paint
locker. I’ll act surprised your still here if your folks come
into the boat-shed. Otherwise get dressed and go out as you would
normally,” he explained quickly.

He vanished from the womens locker and went to the back of the
boat-shed and opened the store where they kept paint and rope and
other such items used for the maintenance of the yacht club buoys
and boats. After what seemed like an eternity, as Dave cowered in
the storeroom, he heard voices so steeling himself, he went out
into the boat-shed. He saw Jane standing inside the doorway and a
burly man beyond her standing outside. Jane was clearly
remonstrating with her father about being late. He countered she
only seemed just ready and the pair bickered as they vanished
from the doorway. Dave stayed inside the boat-house until he
heard the truck start and finally it was silent again as Jane
left with her father. He quickly locked the paint store and then
after a quick check of the locker rooms, he left the boat-shed,
locking it behind him. He had already locked the clubhouse
nestled on the side of the estuary. There was nothing for it but
to go home. He climbed into his old Subaru station wagon and set
off the fifteen minutes drive home where his wife Terri and sons
Sam and Ben would be likely having a soda and cookies, waiting
for him to join them after the day’s sailing. As he drove home he
wrestled with what had happened. On the very basic level he had
molested an underage girl. Induced her to suck his cock and
debased her by cumming in her mouth. On the other hand he’d just
had one of the most exciting and erotic experiences he could ever
imagine; complete with the excitement of the arrival of her
father and the possibility of being caught. He felt a sense of
exhilaration he’d seemingly got away with it. That blunted the
remorse he felt about molesting the girl. She should be safe at
their yacht club. Not open to be seduced by one of its most
trusted members. But who had seduced who? That was the question.
Dave wasn’t so confident he drove the situation at all. The girl
had him the moment he poked his head into the shower stall.
Perhaps she didn’t plan for him to discover her like that but she
sure knew how to develop the situation.

****

Because the yacht club was set on an estuary, tides affected the
sailing program, where some weekends the tide was low during most
of the waking hours. They lost several weekends a season so the
club conducted its program on both Saturday and Sunday those
weekends their was a high tide during the day. Jane wasn’t at
sailing the next day, Sunday. Dave felt like shit, wondering why
the girl did not show. Certain she had had remorse about the oral
sex in the shower; and maybe she would unburden herself. By the
time she appeared the following Saturday he was pensive and
worried something might have been said, yet he would have most
certainly have had a visit from the cops if she’d squealed on
him. She put him at ease immediately with a cheery smile and a
sly wave others couldn’t see as she began setting her boat up to
go sailing. She was wearing yellow short shorts and her butt and
legs looked sensational. She was getting a few secret glances
from some of the adult male sailors rigging their boats. As Dave
walked from the clubhouse to the boat-shed she flagged him down.

“I’ve forgotten my rudder," she lamented as he approached
wondering why she was beckoning him over.

“Oh darn,” he said nervously; his eyes searching hers for any
acknowledgement of what they had done last weekend.

“Could I use one of the club boats rudders?” she asked forlornly
looking at her boat knowing she couldn’t sail it.

“We have learners groups today. All the club boats are in use,"
he replied.

Just then the club coach Alex Higgins came up to the pair
inquiring what the problem was; telling Jane she should be
changed into her sailing gear ready to launch by now. Dave
explained the girl’s problem. Alex was unsympathetic and made a
snide remark about her heart not being in the sport and stalked
off to harass other juniors onto the water in their boats.

“I guess I can’t go,” Jane said forlornly.

“I guess not,” Dave answered and the pair stared at her
rudderless boat.

They were silent for a moment then Jane perked up.

“I could come out in the rescue boat with you,” she said
brightly. "I could watch all the other kids and learn something
at least," she continued brightly.

“Good idea,” Dave said realizing it was a darn good suggestion.
"Get changed into your sailing gear, and grab some sun block and
a hat to bring with you.”

The deal was struck. She’d be his helper in the smaller of the
two semi-rigid inflatables. Even Alex approved of their
compromise. It became patently obvious to Dave about ten yards
from the shore after they launched, that her being with him was
most probably staged by her. As she lay back on the front seat of
the boat, her arms resting on the tapering inflated pontoons of
the boat, she spread her legs and lay back and smiled knowingly
at him. She had worn a bathing suit and not her short legged
rubber wetsuit she usually wore for sailing. As she would not be
sliding around the side of her boat, the wetsuit was not required
here in the inflatable. She wore a polo shirt under a life vest
to cover her upper body; with a pair of cheap sunglasses and a
baseball cap to round off her ensemble. Dave stared at the swell
of her sex in her light blue bathing suit and the truth slowly
dawned on him. He couldn’t help but admire the conniving little
wench and he grinned helplessly at how she had managed it. He was
sure she left her rudder at home on purpose. The afternoon on the
water deteriorated into a furtive grab-fest. Dave and Jane
managed to merge for brief moments while undertaking patrol
duties and he felt the girl’s crotch and she grabbing for his
cock which seemed to be hard all afternoon on the water. When
sailboats or other patrol boats were near, she splayed herself
back on the seat and flashed him. Her body hunched down below the
side of the pontoons so she could not be seen by others, but she
could expose her vulva by moving the crotch of her bathing suit
aside revealing the dark slit between her labia. Dave briefly
thought of his wife Terri in the clubhouse watching their sons
sailing through binoculars. Her reminded himself he’d best be
careful in case Terri was moved to zero the binoculars in on him
and Jane. So he made sure any need to move forward towards her in
the boat was for good reason, while he fondled the girl’s crotch
and sex. Jane likewise was careful to appear their actions were
normal in the small boat. The pair had resumed from where the
left off the previous Saturday.

After the racing was concluded, there was the usual rush to get
boats back to shore as the outgoing tide was now fully under way
draining the estuary. On occasions, particularly in light winds,
a boat or two had to be towed back before the estuary drained and
they were left aground as the water receded. There was a rush to
use the ramps to pull boats and patrol boats alike from the
receding tide. Jane helped Dave with the patrol boat and he asked
her to hose it down with fresh water while he went and checked on
his sons. Teri was with the pair who had their boats grouped
together on the grass rigging area as they chatted about their
days racing. After chatting with his sons and Terri he said for
Terri to take the boys home after they had a soda and a candy bar
in the clubhouse with their peers; as they usually did. He’d be
home after locking up. He was duty warden for the month. He
returned to the patrol boat sitting on it’s trailer and Jane was
sitting inside of it waiting for him as the assembled club
members wheeled their boats away to de-rig and finish for the
day. She helped Dave pull the boat into the boat-shed beside
Penguin, and being the last of two to be put in place, Dave
locked the large double doors through which the boats were taken
in and out of the shed.

“Best get a shower,” he said with a grin and a wink at Jane.
“Take your time,” he added

He wanted her to be the last in the locker room as she was last
week. She got his message. She smiled knowingly and went to the
womens locker room to shower and get dressed. Dave busied himself
checking the start box and club house were tidy and ready for the
next day as people quickly began to leave the club facility. The
racing program had started at 10:30 that morning and now,
concluded for the day, it was still early Saturday afternoon.
Plenty of time for people to do things on a Saturday with racing
concluded for another day. People didn’t hang around as much as
if it was a late start time and the day was nearly over when they
finished. On those days people tarried in the clubhouse for
chips, a beer, and a chat. But not so today. As it was the
previous week, as the last car left the lot, Dave was left alone
walking steadily to the boat-shed,ostensibly to do the rounds
before closing up for the day. The lot was deserted and he felt
the only thing to be alert for was Jane’s parents. The
notoriously late couple who had no idea of punctuality. They were
apparently  avid golfers and Jane being in the sailing club was a
way of getting a free babysitter while they indulged themselves
in their sport; secure in the knowledge the sometimes precocious
Jane was being handled by others.

Certain everyone had left the complex, Dave locked the boat-shed
door after him, from the inside. He slowly walked across the
floor towards the locker room listening keenly to hear if a
shower was running.  He could hear the hiss of the water and he
glanced furtively behind himself out of reflex, and stepped into
the womens locker room. He walked carefully to the shower curtain
that was pulled closed and gently pushed it aside a little and
peered in. Jane was sitting on the floor as she had been the
previous week only this time she was obviously just waiting for
him. It wasn’t a bathing suit she had worn that day but a bikini
and she was naked from the waist down with only the bikini bottom
on. She’d pushed the shower head away so she was not sitting in
the stream although she clearly had been under the water at some
point as she was wet. He opened the curtain wide and reached in
and turned the water off. The girl grinned knowingly at him and
she stood and waited to see what he would do.

“Get your towel,” he said quietly and stepped back.

Jane stepped out of the stall and went to her gear bag and
retrieved a large fluffy towel. She turned to face him holding it
at her side and he tarried and fondled her small breasts and tiny
nipples. He seemed almost trance-like as he played with her
breasts. Eventually he seemed to snap out of it and beckoned her
without a word. Quizzically the girl traipsed after him as he
threaded his way around the boats in the boat-shed until he
waited for her at the end of the larger boat Penguin. The boat
was open at the back end. Useful for pulling sail boats aboard in
the event of a urgent rescue in bad weather. Sitting on the low
launching trailer, the deck was about groin high on Dave. He
jumped onto the boat which groaned  as the trailer wobbled with
his sudden weight, and he disappeared inside the open cabin,
returning with an adult life vest and what seemed like a small
jar in his other hand.  Jane stood at the end of the boat
watching intrigued at what he was doing. He opened the life vest
up and lay it back like a small padded rug. He smiled knowingly
at her and took the towel from her and lay it over the life vest.
It slowly occurred to Jane this was to be their bed. The life
vest and towel for her to lie on. For the first time since the
events of the previous weekend and today, she felt pensive and
unsure of herself. It was obvious Dave Hewett had the intention
of fucking her today. Now she wasn’t so sure but when he motioned
her to back up to the edge of Penguin’s rear deck, she obeyed.
Pausing as he stooped and removed her bikini bottom in one swoop.

“We haven’t much time” he said softly and gently pushed her
chest.

Jane felt her way back with a hand, and feeling exposed to his
gaze, she lay back on the vest and towel. It was softer than the
hard wood of Penguin’s deck. Dave lifted her heels and placed
them near her buttocks at the edge of the deck and she lay back
feeling uncertain about this and a little embarrassed as his eyes
roved hungrily over her sex. She felt opened to the world right
now. A simmering sense of rebellion was bubbling under and she
was trying to work out how to cry off what he wanted without
making a fool of herself. Given her behavior in the patrol boat
that day she could hardly say ‘no’ now they were alone here in
the boat-shed. He’d clearly formulated where it was to happen
before hand. As Jane wrestled with the thought to sit up and get
off the boat, he surprised her by dropping to his knees and
raking his tongue the length of her sex. She started and made a
little ‘ooooh’ noise as his tongue burrowed into her vulva. A
broad smile came to her lips as she realized he was eating her.
Something she thought about a lot during her bouts masturbation.
Instead of jumping up and fleeing, she lay back and pushed her
hands down to his head as the tongue started to feel nice sliding
over her preteen cunt.

Jane did not get genuinely aroused. Just as had happened with her
own hand working her sex in bed or the times in the shower, she
enjoyed it without feeling the flush of impending pleasure. She
lay back gasping and moaning gently as Dave worked her over with
his mouth. Dribbling saliva down her slit and wetting her vaginal
opening. He soon got two fingers into her as he suckled and bit
gently at her fleshy labia and the little hooded bean at the top
of her vulva. He went on for maybe ten or twelve minutes until
his jaw started to feel tired. By this time his wife Terri would
be squealing and gibbering in delight at his ministrations. But
Jane was still sexually immature and he had not suspected
anything different despite her masturbatory efforts he witnessed
in the shower the Saturday before. But he enjoyed the feel of her
sex; the smell and the texture of her inner labia and vaginal
opening. So feeling he had had enough excitement working the girl
over with his mouth, he stood up and dropped his shorts and
undershorts, revealing his hard cock waving in front of him. Jane
was disappointed the oral sex had apparently ended and as he
reached for the small jar he’d sat to the side, she realized it
was some sort of lubricant. She was right. He’d taken a small jar
of Vaseline from the first aid cabinet in Penguin's cabin and he
was now dipping his fingers into it. Once again a fleeting
thought of sitting up and getting away crossed Jane’s mind. But
she was mesmerized by Dave smearing the fingers with Vaseline;
then the look of lust as he pushed the gooey fingers into her.
She lay captive by her own wish not to be seen as a tease. He
lubed her quickly and she swallowed hard as she saw him wipe the
residue from his fingers on the reddened head of his cock. With a
lustful leer he positioned himself between her spread knees and
she felt the cock-head nudge her tight opening.

Jane bit her lower lip and her eyes darted about as she felt him
press against her. She held her breath and closed her eyes tight
and Dave slowly pushed his greased cock-head into her slippery
but tight tunnel. The cock was bigger than the fingers and she
groaned as he stretched her open. Moving slowly forward; pulling
back a little before pushing in further. He took nearly three
minutes to penetrate her. Slow in-out movements allowing him to
gain more depth. Jane’s eyes slowly opened as she realized there
was little or no discomfort. That the expected pain she
anticipated did not come. Not knowing she had already
accidentally broken her hymen months earlier with her hairbrush
handle. Dave flattened our over her and when she could feel his
ample pubic bush against her tender vulva, her eyes opened wide
realizing she had an adult cock buried balls deep inside her.

“You OK?” he whispered, noting the look on her face.

She nodded and gasped as he had seemed to penetrate her to the
very core of her being. Satisfied she was used to him, he slowly
began to fuck her. Going gently as he slid in and out; the
foreskin of his cock equalizing along its length as he slid in
and out. Jane began little grunting noises each in-stroke as his
cock thudded against her tender insides. She gripped his upper
arms with her fingers and he took the weight off his upper body
on his forearms braced on the deck by her sides; and he worked
his hips obscenely as he fucked her. Slowly picking up the pace
and Jane’s voice changing in tone as he got faster. The Penguin
began to move with Dave’s efforts and the trailer creaked and
groaned in unison to the man fucking the girl. Soon there was a
quiet cacophony of sounds with Dave grunting in pleasure at
Jane’s tightness; Jane groaning and moaning as the cock shoved
more steadily into her, and the creaking and groaning of penguin
on the trailer. The sounds went on for nearly ten minutes. A
change was signaled by Dave starting to hiss through his teeth
and gasp in pleasure as he felt his ejaculation engage somewhere
in the pit of his groin. As the tide rushed forward he gasped
more loudly and his deliberate in-out fucking motion gave way to
short sharp rutting jerks as his orgasm took over. Grabbing the
girl’s shoulders Dave swung at her fully as if it were his wife
or an adult woman and Jane responded by groaning and gasping. The
boat creaking and groaning on its trailer and suddenly Dave
crying out in joy as he filled the young girl’s immature womb as
he let one spurt of delirium follow the other as he flooded her.

****

“I’ll wait with you,” he said as they finished packing her boat
up.

“It’s OK,” she said feeling embarrassed her parents were so late,
yet again.

“No…I can’t leave you alone…anything might happen," he said
blithely, not realizing his words were redundant.

She glanced at him seeing the folly in his comment. Something had
already happened to her and he was the cause of it. Not that she
totally regretted it. She knew something would happen that day.
She’d played a key part in it by her provocative displays in the
patrol boat. The senselessness of his comment hit him and he
blanched.

“You know what I mean,” he mumbled, trying to play down the irony
of his words.

They pulled her sailboat over to its place between the other club
members boats. Turning it over so rain would not flood the
inside. She dragged the light canvas cover over the bottom and
they snugged it down with bungee cords. The pair propped
themselves lightly against the upturned boat and waited. It was a
full half hour before her parents arrived. As soon as her father
saw Dave he looked worried. He was well aware they were almost
always late picking their daughter up. Now it appeared someone
had to stay with her until they arrived. He got out of the truck
apologizing profusely, his wife remaining inside. Jane did not
hold back but gave her father a serve on how humiliating it was
their being late all the time. Dave attempted to introduce
himself to her father in the midst of Jane chastising her father.
The disjointed greeting out of the way her father repeated his
apology and tried to start conversation by asking how she went at
racing that day. By now Jane was in the truck slumped against the
door looking sullen as her mother tried to talk to her. Dave
explained to her father about her forgetting the rudder for her
boat, and how she made do by going out in the small patrol boat
with him. Her father acted as if all was well that ended well and
lightened up as he prepared to get back in the truck.

“Bye Jane,” Dave called to the scowling girl.

She ignored him. It worried him she had changed moods so rapidly.
But then maybe she was acting pissed for her father’s benefit to
eliminate any hint of impropriety of being alone at the yacht
club with him. Or maybe she was genuinely regretting the events
in the boat-shed. They left and Dave walked to his car and
climbed inside. He was way later than he had thought he would be.
He was taking Terri and the boys out to a movie tonight and he
was now running behind time. He drove home thinking about the
events of the day. After he’d taken Jane’s virginity he helped
her back to the womens locker room. As she dressed he told her he
couldn’t make her pregnant even if she had periods. He had had a
vasectomy some years back after Ben was born. Jane seemed
disinterested and dressed mechanically; not saying much except
when he pressed her. They had left the boat-shed after he had
replaced the life vest and Vaseline on Penguin, and Dave had
locked the shed door. She didn’t seem unhappy or resentful at
all. Just quiet; almost reflective. It was only when her father
loomed into view that she seemed to become sour.

She wasn’t seen at the club for some weeks. At first Dave was
worried she was having deep regrets and did not want to see him.
But after a few weeks went by he felt less concerned she might
say something to somebody. Then he heard by accident that her
boat was for sale. Sure enough there was a For Sale note on the
club notice board. And a few weeks later her boat disappeared;
obviously sold out of the club. One night a couple of years later
he’d gone into town to meet a group of buddies. He walked past
the movie complex and saw a group of teenagers hanging around
together. He stopped and stared, as on the far side of the group
stood Jane. She must be fourteen now. She was dressed way to
adult for a nubile young girl. She wore a too-short black skirt
and white tight tank top showing larger breasts than he had
enjoyed. With her hair tied up she looked older at first glance,
yet her face was still young and fresh. She paused in what she
was saying to one of her girlfriends and stared at him. He felt
sick. Was she about to whisper “there’s the guy who raped me” to
her friend. Then she turned back to her friend and her patter
seemed to resume. But down near the short hem of her skirt one
hand simply lifted the fingers. It was a discrete wave. Dave
smiled to himself and gave a small nod in acknowledgement and
moved off in the direction he was going. Over the two years that
had passed he’d thought about her a lot. Mostly ending in worry
she would one day spill the beans. Go off the rails and be
dragged into counseling; revealing what they had done in the
boat-shed. On balance, she may well have had far more worrisome
experiences since then than with him. Not that that gave him much
comfort. He would have to live with what he had done and hope the
adult Jane did not one day wake up and decide she was a sexual
abuse victim. Dave walked on grimly, yet it had been good to see
her again. She had become the beauty she had promised on the cusp
of puberty. A part of him was disappointed there had not been
other encounters like the one in the boat-shed. Another part of
him was relieved there had not. He wasn't sure which part held
sway. Only time would tell if he came to regret it.

The End

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