The Girl                         Written by: Jem Aura ©
Chps 26-30
 
----> TWENTY SIX <----
The Princess swung from her anchor. Frank and I worked to get the Jetski launched and the skiff inflated. I was amazed at how easy it was to do: By the time the Jetski was in the water, the pump had filled the skiff. In just a few minutes we were ferrying kids and supplies to the beach.
Ryan and the girls collected driftwood for a fire while Frank and I set up the screen shelter. Once finished, we unrolled the large oriental rug and piled blankets and pillows in the center. With only an hour of daylight remaining, Polly and I returned to the Princess to get dinner ready. Working as team the way we always do, me grilling and her doing everything else, it only took us fifteen minutes before the ship's bell sang out for everyone to come on board to eat.  Ribeye steaks, steamed veggies, salad, and french bread kept everyone silently munching for several minutes. Outdoor adventures always seem to create extreme appetites - hotdogs would have tasted just as good under those conditions. 
The efficiency of setting up camp and serving dinner amazed me. The sun had just touched the horizon and I was actually sitting in a fold-out chair on the beach with a beer in my hand, watching it sink into the water. The kids were lazily exploring the shoreline, looking for shells and small treasures, and teasing each other with good natured intent. Frank and I talked about sleeping arrangements: Frank wasn't sure about sleeping aboard with the surf rocking the boat all night so he offered to sleep on the beach and keep an eye on the kids, with a bit of a twinkle in his eye - which was fine with me since I already knew I would be sleeping aboard. There was no way for me to sleep on shore with the Princess anchored. There were too many things that could happen in the night, such as the anchor slipping or wind, weather, and surf coming up all of a sudden. Even if I were dead asleep on board, I would know immediately if anything were wrong.
Inside the screened shelter, washed with light by a flourescent lantern, the kids huddled around, whispering, chirping, screaming and generally having fun. It was a constant pleasant din that continued on into the wee hours of the morning, similar to the sound of crickets, or tree frogs or locusts. They played games and the girls jockeyed for Ryan's attention. I heard Frank trying to suggest strip poker, hoping for an eyeful. He actually succeeding, but only after he had fallen asleep. I had been reading on deck, keeping one eye on the camp, and once the young ones started dropping off to sleep, Frank having been snoring from the corner of the shelter for hours, I retired to my cabin and quickly fell asleep.
----> TWENTY SEVEN <----
I hadn't been asleep long before I was jerked back into consciousness by a very slight list and shudder that was different from the random rocking due to the swells and the tugging of the anchor cable. Lying perfectly still I interrogated all of my senses for an explanation. Sensing nothing I quietly got up to investigate, pausing every few steps to listen. Quietly I came out into the common cabin, the one that held the snuggle couch, entertainment center, and doorways to the main head, galley, fore and aft cabins, and the ladder-well. The ladder-well went both up and down from the common cabin, up to the aft deck and pilot-house, and down to the engineroom, holds, and bilge. I could hear soft whispers coming up from the ladder-well: "Are you sure it's alright? We could get caught by your dad so easily."
That was enough to indicate to me that it was Ryan and Polly down there, seeking some privacy. I stood there perfectly still just a few feet away.
Polly whispered, "It doesn't matter. I told you my dad and I have talked about it and it's okay. I mean, I hope he doesn't catch us, but if he does, he won't mind.  It's just that..." Polly trailed off.
"What?" asked Ryan nervously.
"Nothing. It's just that..."
"What?" He said again, his voice squeeking a little, trying to whisper too loudly.
"Shhhh. Okay, okay..." said Polly exasperated. "It's just that I don't want to hurt his feelings. I tease him all the time, you know, like flirting. And he said that even though he wants me to have a boyfriend, he doesn't like to think about it. You know?"
I smiled to myself - at Polly being so attentive to my feelings. I knew what was going on there in the ladder well, what was likely to occur shortly, and to my surprise, It didn't seem to bother me as much as I thought it would. Ryan was the perfect boy to allow Polly to explore her sexuality - for both of us. For her because he was more mature than the boys in her class, and for me because being two years older, he would not pursue a steady relationship with her. That fact helped me cope with it better.
So I found myself, like an anxious parent in the bleachers of some school sporting event, willing her to perform well. And while I knew I shouldn't linger and continue eaves-dropping on them, I did, telling myself that if I tried to retreat that they would be alerted to my presense and the opportunity would be lost for them. What I hadn't considered was that the landing in the ladder-well was a very cramped space, and once they started making out, they quickly decided to abandon it, climbing up and settling onto the couch. Hearing them coming up I stepped behind the door to the head that had been swinging silently on it's hinges. It was sweet to see Ryan treat Polly so tenderly, gently pushing her back and cupping her small breast through her t-shirt while leaning over her and kissing her lips.
"Hey guys." I said, stepping out from the shadows. There was no way for me to escape, and waiting would only have made it worse. Ryan bolted upright while Polly slowly sat up, her long face reading me, a bit unsure. "I'm so sorry Polly. Something woke me up, and by the time I figured out it was you, I could't get back to my cabin without you hearing me. Now I've ruined your fun."
The kids said nothing. I knew what was on Polly's mind, amid the general confusion of her conflicting feelings: "Game over!" is what she thought. Knowing that even though I might condone a wrestling match on the couch between her and Ryan, that the excitement of the secrecy was lost now. Polly would not be able to get the mood back, being aware of my knowledge of them. The thought would be bouncing around in her head the whole time.
"I'm sorry." I repeated, just standing there. Then after a long and uncomfortable pause I asked, "Is there any chance you could get back in the mood if I left?"
Ryan leaned forward, straightening his body around facing me. "You really aren't mad?"
"No. I'm a little nervous, like watching my girl in a school play, hoping she doesn't trip and fall on her face." I paused, studying Ryan, and very much liking the way the boy handled himself. "There's nothing wrong with sex Ryan. Polly and I have talked about everything, and now I know I can trust her not to act stupid."
"Yeah, but..." Ryan said.
The lingering pause that followed became a metaphore for all of the conflicting and hypocritical opinions of society that had washed through Ryan's brain during his lifetime... all of the puritan religious outrage, all of the sexual images, all of the Viagra ads and Girls Gone Wild, all of the ribbings by his father seeing pretty young girls, all of the outrage surrounding promiscuous girls - and their popular names such as slut, whore, skank, bitch, floosie, barfly, cheap date, and no such names for boys other than "Pervert" and "Queer". Feeling ingorant and completely out of his element, Ryan leaned further forward and said, "My dad kind of feels that way, but I still can't talk to him. He get's totally out of control..." Ryan trailed off, rolling his eyes and trying to figure out what he was feeling, like he was wanting something from Mitch. But he drew a blank.
"Look," I said, "I'm going back to bed. I know how awkward it will be to get back in the mood, but please try. I promise I won't bother you any more." And I left them there.
Of course I was totally unable to go back to sleep. I tried reading, then played solitaire on my laptop, but nothing could distract my mind from the other room, partly because of my heart aching for Polly as she bravely followed her desires, and partly because I could hear them talking ever since I left them. Serious talk. After half an hour there was a soft knock on my door and it slowly opened, Polly was releived to see me still awake, and Ryan was in close tow behind her. She pulled and tugged and pushed on Ryan to get him to climb onto the bed, and then arranged herself between him and me. I waited silently to hear what was up. At length Polly said, "Dad," which was curious considering she never called me dad when addressing me directly, it was always "Mitch". Only when talking to someone else would she say "My dad", so it seemed she was holding Ryan in audience to her words more than me. "Dad, can we all talk about some stuff, the way just you and I do?"
"I suppose so. You're dad wouldn't get mad if he found out, would he Ryan?"
"No, but he won't find out from me. He'd tease me for months."
I chuckled knowingly and in sympathy for Ryan. He smiled back in appreciation of my ability to understand his father.
The king size bed had plenty of room on it, but I didn't like the positions of the bodies: Polly snuggled up to me in her usual way, ignoring Ryan who was three feet away and afraid to touch her in front of me.
"So what do you want to talk about?" I asked simply.
Ryan immediatly looked to Polly, and Polly was slow to arrange her words. She giggled nervously and said, "We were talking after you left about some of the stuff we talked about before, but I can't tell it like you do, and I can't say the words, you know, like penis and vagina and stuff, like you can. I don't know why, but I just can't."
"So you want me to teach Ryan what I taught you?"
Polly nodded and Ryan remained still and non-committal.
"Alright, I don't mind, but Ryan, you gotta be in the right mood for a talk like this... It requires some snuggling and lots of rubbing and scratching on Polly - because she is a princess and you have to treat her like one all the time. Otherwise she gets very mean and nasty. Here, come over here... closer, yeah, now, you rub her back and shoulders and I'll do her arm. No, here - you have to drape your leg over hers like this, that's it. Now - you ready?"
Both were smiling large and seemed much more comfortable with the arrangement. Then Polly settled her head down between us as my voice began to drone out the realities of adult sex, and then the risks associated with young girls and boys trying to chart their own way. Ryan was certainly uncomfortable at first and I had difficulty trying to seem non-chalante with my descriptions of erotic situations. But it wasn't long before he stopped me and asked a question. I was careful to show appreciation for his intelligence and insight in asking the question, and from then on he was perfectly engaged in the lesson, absorbing everything as eagerly as if they were the instructions to a new video game. He snuggled closer to Polly and nuzzled the back of her neck sweetly as my voice continued on. At one point I was describing the advantages of oral sex over intercourse when proper birth-control wasn't available, that to a boy it is almost as good as intercourse if the girl knows how to do it correctly, when Polly's head popped up and she asked, "What's the right way to do it?"
Laughing I said, "I knew you were going to ask that!"  But for a long time I sat there thinking about how to describe such an intimate action considering my audience, and I got embarrassed doing so. "To tell you the truth Polly, you'd learn it better watching a porno movie than me describing it to you. I don't know why, but I feel embarrassed about it."
Polly began teasing me, and Ryan quickly followed her lead. "You gotta be kidding me! You? Embarrassed?" Then turning to Ryan she said, "Whenever we talk about sex he always gets embarrassed. I do it on purpose." Then Ryan added, "Awe, poor Mr. Wilkes. I can hold your hand if you think that'll help."
Polly let out a belly laugh at that, and Ryan kept a straight face like a true commedian. But the teasing actually helped me overcome my embarrassment and by the time they had settled back down I had formed a strategy as to how to approach the subject.
"Okay, I'll try. But I hope you realize that there is some skill involved, and it will take practice and some open and honest talking about it before you will know what each other likes. Not everyone is the same. Okay, here goes: It's better for the boy if he is really hard and stiff before starting, but don't go beating on it to make it hard. You want it to be really sensitive. You see, your hands are rough compared to the inside of your mouth. If you are really careful, that first moment will be incredibly intense for him."
"So, what do we do, just wait around and watch it until it gets all hard? Don't you have to touch it to make it get hard?" asked Polly.
"Good question. No, all you have to do is let him give you oral sex first. That will get him hard. But these are things that adults take for granted, not kids. If you really want the experience to be as intense and satisfying as possible, you have to be very brave about being naked and showing yourselves to each other. Force yourself to believe that your partner adores the sight of your body - because it actually is true. It's our insecurities that keep us shy. Forget stupid things like how much hair you should have or how big your boobs should be or how big your penis should be. You have what you have and even as you continue to change and mature, you will never believe that you are perfect. Those negative attitudes and beliefs are called inhibitors. There is a huge difference between how you see yourself and how your partner will see you: You will think of negative things about yourself, and your partner will be thinking how perfect your body is and how lucky they are. Once you decide that you will be free and uninhibited, willing to do anything for your partner, then you will experience what "making love" really means - because you end up feeling such intense goodness about each other that it overshadows everything else. After all, it is what we are designed to do. So, even though a girl is naturally shy about totally exposing herself, I mean with her legs open and everything, a boy will absolutely worship her for doing it, and standing there in front of her as she exposes herself to him, his penis will quickly grow to be as stiff and hard as it can possibly get, without even touching it."
Ryan and Polly exchanged a look and laughed with some obvious embarrassment.
"I had to learn all of this the hard way, through major embarrassment and hurt feelings.  Both of you, once you decide to give each other oral sex, you should both go into the bathroom and wash each other. Get in the shower if you want, but wash the genitals thoroughly, anus too, because there is nothing that will ruin oral sex quicker than bad smells and tastes. After that, things will happen very quickly. Ryan, you have to remember that it's oral sex you're getting ready for, because when Polly lays herself open for you on the bed, you will forget real quick what you were planning on doing, and you will want real bad to do something else. Polly, when you crawl onto the bed, make sure he's watching you, and look into his eyes while you lie back. Do it slowly, I mean opening up your legs. Don't just open them a little, that sends the wrong message. You want to light him up like a Roman candle - because what you are actually doing is inviting him to give you oral sex. At this point Ryan, it is your turn to give her oral sex. Doing her first will help make you more sensitive. Don't grind your penis onto the bed or anything while you are working on her, you want it to stay sensitive. Show it to her a few times so she can see how hard it is, and so she can imagine what it would feel like inside of her. That will light her candle."
Polly groaned at this and turned her face toward Ryan, begging for a kiss.
"No-no-no, not now, pay attention, I'm almost done. Okay, Ryan, the same thing applies to her, don't go rubbing her clitoris or anything. Let your tongue be the first thing she feels. You will have to figure out what will stimulate her by listening to her while you work. Focus on the small puffy area at the top of the slit, sucking and sliding your tongue back and forth over it, pressing firmly with the tip of your tounge searching for the spot that makes her breath catch and moan. The idea is to give her an orgasm, not spend all night trying. Find what works best and use it to make her have an orgasm as fast as possible. If she proves to be stubborn, like some girls are, and it takes too long, use your fingers and rub her vigorously. If that doesn't do it, you may need to use something like a small cucumber inside her vagina while rubbing her clitoris and anus at the same time. Now listen, this is important. Working so hard can cause distraction, so once she has climaxed, stand up and step back from the bed and look down on her for a while. Look right between her legs, open wide to you, so that you will be really hard. Polly, when it seems he's really hard, get on your hands and knees on the bed, facing him, and take his penis all the way into your mouth in one motion, squeezing the sides of your mouth onto it by sucking. Slide it in and out as far as you can without gagging, sucking the whole time. But if it's too long, from your hands and knees your neck will be straight and in line with his penis. You should be able to let it slide down your throat. We all like the feeling of deep penetration, so opening your throat is the best way to do it. It's not easy, you might gag, so Ryan, be gentle and let her concentrate on getting it down without gagging. It takes mental concentration to control the gag response. If you can't keep from gagging, don't give up, practice will help. But if you can't do it, then hold the shaft of his penis with one hand and suck on as much of the end as you can. The best you can ever hope for in terms of stimulating his penis with your mouth is to be able to get it to slide down your throat, and then holding it there, swallow several times, allowing the muscles in your throat to stimulate him. And when he ejaculates, try allowing the sperm to slide right down your throat without tasting it. If you can't because of gagging, then see if you can take it in your mouth and then either spit it out or swallow it, if it's not too gross for you. If that doesn't work, if it ruins the experience having sperm in your mouth, then lay back at the last moment and stroke him while he holds it over you and let the sperm fall onto your stomach."
A long pause
"That's it. That's how you do oral sex."
Another long pause. Finally Ryan said, "Wow!"
"Yeah, Wow." Echoed Polly.
"So, not to be nosey or anything, but what do you think? I mean, I totally understand if you think it's too much. I just think now that you know what is considered to be perfectly normal, even though it seems extreme, well, I hope it will make you less inhibited. I remember with this one girl in high school, we were exploring sex together, and we both started sharing our secret desires, and even though we thought they were weird (which they actually weren't) we trusted each other enough to tell them, and that is when I found out what a wonderful thing sex can be. You know how shy you two would have been trying to tell each other all of that. You may never have been able to."
Polly spoke up, "When you first started telling us, I thought to myself, "No way."  But now, I think I could." She turned her head to Ryan, "Could you?"
Ryan smiled big and nodded eagerly. "But only if you say it's okay." He said, referring to me.
"I already have. As much as I wish I could have Polly all to myself, I have to learn to let go. I want her to experience things safely and if I didn't do this for her now then she would do it on her own with God only knows who. I'm dreading it a little, because I know I'll feel jealous, but that's mainly because I don't have a girlfriend right now, and that isn't your fault. Having a girlfriend would take my mind off of feeling sorry for myself. I guess what I mean is that when you love someone as much as I love Polly, you can't help feeling a little jealous. But at the same time, right now, I feel very close to the both of you, which is a good thing. I'ts tempting to try and keep you both here with me, to "teach" you more than I should. But I can't get involved with either of you beyond just talking about it. It's no big deal - and I'll get over it. So go on. Get out of here. Have fun."
Polly raised up on her arms and leaned over me, looking into my eyes. "I love you." she said sweetly, and kissed me before sliding off the bed. Ryan sat back down and said, "You're awsome Mr. Wilkes." before leaning over and giving me an affectionate hug. Then they left, pulling the door closed behind them.
I lay there for a while, trying to read as if it were really no big deal, but I soon found myself struggling to pay attention. Slowly my emotions welled up and I began crying softly, feeling the jealousy swirling through my mind and body, wanting so badly to be a part of the wonderful young eroticism that was certainly occurring somewhere nearby. Two conflicting instincts had me incredibly restless, one wanting me to go in and take Polly from Ryan, the other wanting me to start running around the countryside in search of a beautiful young female to have for my own.
----> TWENTY EIGHT <----
Weeks passed. School was out. It was proving difficult for Polly and Ryan to find time to be together. Ryan was beginning to lose his shyness about having a girlfriend two years younger than him, but Polly kept reminding him what would certainly happen if any of their friends found out, So Ryan was running out of excuses to come out to Tony's Marina. His dad, being so incredibly tuned in to anything sexual, was the first to suggest that he was acting an awful lot like he had a girlfriend.
The fact that their age difference was interferring with their ability to see each other was helping me cope with my jealousy and loneliness, like I knew it would. I had Polly to myself for long stretches with only the odd girl or two spending the night. Somehow Polly knew that I adored seeing her and her friends naked or in sexy clothes, and she always delivered. I was glad of the fact that even though Polly had been invited away to several sleepovers, they usually ended up changing their minds. having it aboard the Princess instead, probably because of the novelty of living on a large sailboat, which made each event seem like an adventure. I know how I am. I like to think I behave ethically and with integrity all the time, but my motives were certainly mixed when I would hold out the bottle of pills to her and say, "Here Polly, you better hang on to these just in case your friend starts feeling queezy." 
Some other things were also helping to distract my mind away from my jealousy: one of which was my recent prospects in the girlfriend department. My private investigator had sent pictures of Polly's aunt Cecilia, who for some reason I had pictured to be forty-ish and frumpy, as it turned out she looked more like a teenager, though probably in her late twenties. I had contacted her by letter and she immediately wrote back, thrilled to have found out what was going on with Polly. We were soon sending emails back and forth and she marvelled at the pictures I sent of Polly, with her bright teeth and bright eyes, seeming so happy; and the pictures of the Princess and me. Aunt Cecilia bubbled with enthusiasm over the lifestyle I had chosen for us. And if I wasn't mistaken, it seemed as if she were unattached, flirting with me, and toying with the idea of coming down for an extended visit. More immediately in the female department was Miss Charlotte, one of Polly's teachers. Polly had been talking to her trying to get her interested in me. She pulled her teacher to the front of the school, Miss Charlotte protesting the whole time, and pointed me out through the windows of the lobby. The next day Polly dragged me into the school and introduced us. I promised Polly I would ask her out. Polly seemed to know the type of woman I would be attracted to.
Another distraction from my emotionally polluted body was Polly's mom. We too had been corresponding, though not in a flirting manner at all. She was shocked to hear I hadn't received the three letters she had sent shortly after my visiting her, and was interested to hear how Polly was doing. I was careful not to feed the fires of her resentment towards me. Her old but rich boyfriend had abandoned her, having found another young woman who didn't live in a prison, and I sent her some money for her commissary ticket. The incompetent prosecutor for her case had allowed her to be shipped off to a very large state run prison that had a very bad reputation, and it was all the way on the other side of the state. I told Patty to please hold tight while I took care of things. I threatened the prosecutor that I would back out of our deal and write a scathing letter to the state attorney general's office if he didn't get things straightened out quickly. So now my mind was spinning with the preparations and implications of taking an extended cruise once they ship her back to the local prison here. We will need to take the rehabilitation cruise as quickly as possible before any more of the summer break gets eaten up. I didn't know how long it would take for her to respond to my custom rehabilitation program. 
Both Polly and I were having second thoughts about the Rehab cruise. It would mean that Polly would not see Ryan for a long time, and I might be missing the boat, so to speak, on both of the lovely lady prospects I had been working on. But I was committed to giving it a try, and since I believe in Karma, being kind to Patty Paxton and giving it a sincere effort could only end up to the better for me in the long run. You never know what fate can throw your way. So as far as I was concerned, the rehab cruise was going to happen. But I was worried about Polly and her slipping resolve about her mother. Polly had been so distracted by Ryan, and it was so long without hearing from her mother, that she had begun to believe it probably wouldn't happen - wishful thinking. That's what worried me. Polly needed to be fully committed if the plan had any hope of success.  It seemed that at the moment I was thinking about that, I was reaching into my PO box and pulling an envelope out from Patty Paxton. The letter read like this:
           Dear Polly and Mitch, 
            I'm sorry my letters got lost. I spent a long time writing them and they said exactly what I wanted to say to you. Now I can't remember exactly what I wrote. You can't trust anything in this place. I don't have time to do it again like I did. I think I'm leaving tomorrow on a bus, I don't know where or why, but it might be weeks before I can write another letter. It takes a long time to get settled into a new prison.
            Polly, I look at your pictures all the time, and you make me feel good just looking at how pretty and smart you are. I know you're probably scared of me now, but you don't need to be. Not any more. How did you find a guy like Mitch?  In 30 minutes he had me believing there was hope for me. Years of rehabilitation and counselors never did that. Having these pictures, I've discovered how much I still love you.. And if Daryl isn't around to make us all crazy, I think I can do it. I just don't know what I'll do with myself after we quit sailing around. I don't want to cause you any trouble if you don't want to live with me. And I wouldn't blame you for it. I just can't see that far. Just know I'll always love my baby girl.
            Mitch, I can't promise you anything. This is your idea. I'm just willing to let you try. It seems more hopeful than anything else I've ever heard of. But if  when it's all over I have to leave and be on my own, away from Polly, and you I guess, well, it will all depend on how strong your cure is I guess. Because right now, being away from Polly makes me want to shoot up.
   
At first I was worried about the tone of the letter, but the more I read it, the more I realized she was being genuine in her doubts, and genuine in her desire to succeed, and she seemed to understand exactly where the risks lie - in loneliness.   I was anxious to show it to Polly. But things were not so good for Polly.  As Ryan's visits became more scarce, Polly began missing him terribly. She felt certain he had started dating a girl in his class and was just protecting her from being hurt by not saying anything. As a result, Polly had begun using her pills again and our snuggle-talking sessions were back in full swing. Of course that meant she was talking at length about her and Ryan and their sex together. 
Eventually I couldn't take it any more and I became very emotional, letting all of my pent up hurt and pain and loneliness flow out for her to feel, and as an added shock for her to absorb, I confessed that I had fantasized about her and Ryan, that I had masturbated thinking about them, imagining that I was watching them make love, and desiring greatly to be a part of it. Hearing that immediatly put a spark of hope in her eye that I might overcome my resolve and have sex with her, but seeing this I quickly told her that no matter how badly I might want it, it was still impossible. 
Polly sank into a more intellectual mood after that and reflected on how boys are different from girls, that boys get excited from looking at a girl much more than the other way around, and that my description of my fantasy about them is what made her think of it. I told her how exactly true her theory was, and that I can still bring up wonderful erotic scenes from many years ago as if they had just happened. And I told her that the erotic scenes seem to fill in the hole you feel when you can't be with the person any more. 
We recovered from our emotional slump slowly, but Polly, having just seen for the first time how deeply hurt I had been, saw my situation as cronic and was not one to sit by and let me suffer. She tried desperately to figure out a way to triangulate me into the wonderful love her and Ryan had been sharing together, subconsciously making it a prayer hoping God would send Ryan back to her for the purpose of rescueing Mitch -  like He did when Mitch rescued her. Then she was trying to imagine how to include me in her erotic adventures, but no matter how she arranged things in her head, she always bumped up against my integrity and firm resolve not to do anything illegal. It was a true catch 22. As a result, she and Ryan plotted ways to give me what I desired without me being responsible for it - a way to force it on me against my will, the way she and her friends would give me an eyefull of wonderful titilation by simply being naked in front of me without asking me if it was okay.  Polly now understood how it was with me, and slowly an idea formed. She spoke to Ryan about it and he agreed it would probably work. 
----> TWENTY NINE <----
Polly begged for another overnight cruise with Ryan. I took them out and everything seemed fine. The only strange thing is that they seemed more excited than usual to retire so they could be together.
The evening after we returned to the marina from the overnight cruise, just before Polly went to bed, she handed me a small gift wrapped package. It was addressed to me from her and Ryan both. Before I could open it, she ducked away into her cabin and latched the door. Carrying it onto my bed I carefully peeled it open, not having a clue what it could be. It was a silvery DVD. Written on it were the words, "We Love You". I smiled to myself, wondering what silly things I would be in for. I quickly loaded it into the player and gathered the remotes before reclining on the bed to watch.
The scene shook crazily while Polly adjusted the camera and got it settled down. Her and Ryan were in her cabin, Ryan standing by watching Polly fuss with the camera. It was the night that we were on our cruise, Polly in her bikini.
"Okay," began Polly, "Ryan and I want to show you how much we love you and how much we appreciate what you've done for us. We know you've been really sad lately and feeling left out. So we hope this will help and you can pretend that you are here with us. We know you would never let us give this to you if we asked, so we didn't ask. you aren't doing anything wrong because you didn't know. And like you say yourself: There's nothing wrong with sex." and as I watched, their talking stopped and they kissed each other, quickly moving to the bed where they began to undress each other. 
My jaw fell open as I watched, unable to pull my eyes away. As soon as Polly was naked, she bounded from the bed and came up to the camera again. The scene shook and wiggled before zooming in close on the bed and then finally settling down. Polly climbed back onto the bed and spread herself open for Ryan in a very inviting way. Ryan took in the sight at length before kneeling down and planting his whole mouth over her beautiful mound, rubbing his whole mouth vigorously around and licking her quickly with the flat of his tongue. Polly's shoulders and hips jerked up at the intensity of the sensations. She quickly shuddered to orgasm. 
Immediately Ryan was back on his feet, watching Polly run her hands along the lines of her body for him. Ryan's penis was slender but longer than I had imagined. Polly sat up and sweetly sucked on the tip, delicately running her fingertips between his legs and cupping his testicles. She was being careful not to make him ejaculate. She stopped and laid herself back, opening her legs to him again. Ryan brought himself down to her and slipped his penis inside her, all the way into her vagina. He pumped at her for about two minutes, bringing his body onto hers they kissed passionately. He pulled himself out. Polly stroked him expertly as he squirted onto her chest. 
Polly came up to the camera and spoke into it. "This was completely our idea, to make this movie for you. You didn't do anything wrong. I know you will probably throw it away, but I hope before you do that you will have a memory of the love you have created. We love you." 
She was about to turn it off when Ryan said, "Here, I got an idea." He grabbed the camera and followed Polly with it, instructing her to get back on the bed. "Pretend the camera is Mitch." He said simply. Polly had to think a moment, but a slight smile crossed her lips, and she laid back, presenting herself right at the camera. Ryan directed her into some different positions, and then onto her hands and knees with her butt sticking up. the camera drifted to Ryan's penis which was stiff again, and he followed it closely with the camera right into Polly's vagina. I had been so stunned at the fast and furious images that were like lightening in my brain, that I was unaware of my intense arousal watching it. All of a sudden, seeing Ryans youthful penis so stiff, entering Polly's young body, and the extasy on her face, I accidentally ejaculated into my pajamas.
I started watching it again, but I stopped and went to Polly's room. Polly got quickly off the bed, and seeing the tracks of tears on my cheeks she came into my arms. My erection and damp pajamas were immediately apparent to her. We stood there, holding each other for a while, not caring, but my erection remained as if I had taken viagra. Polly's mind was whirling and spinning trying to decide if she should do anything. Eventually she took my hand and led me back to bed, got some clean pajama bottoms out for me and helped me into them. She snuggled with me for a while until I felt I could talk about it.
"Polly, don't get me wrong, what I saw was as wonderful as anything could possibly be. I am very happy for you that you and Ryan have found each other. And the reason you did it was pure and unselfish. But I'm afraid it has only made things much worse. Sweetheart, there is something built into a man's head that will not allow him to watch the girl he loves having sex with someone else. It is torture. I know I love you both and that it is perfectly fine, but whatever it is that triggers all of those bad feelings in me, it is doing it with a vengence.  The only thing I think will work is for me to distance myself from you and Ryan, at least until I find a young woman for myself." Polly remained quiet and seemed to understand, partly because of the sting of jealousy she herself just felt at the mention of some other young woman. Then after a long while I said, "Please take the disk away and get rid of it for me. I don't think I can do it. I'd just end up watching it again and again, torturing myself. And make sure whatever camera you used is wiped clean of everything."
----> THIRTY <----
Polly and I were snuggle-talking a week later. She was excited somehow and it seemed to me as if she had something significant she was waiting to tell me. "What is it Polly? You are busting at the seams to tell me something. Out with it!"
A smile spread across her face. "Okay, you got to promise you won't get mad at Ryan. He was very careful how he told them." She paused, waiting for the obvious question, and the not so obvious reaction.
"Told who what?" I asked evenly, not giving away the stab of fear that just went up my spine.
"His cousins."
"His cousins? What did he tell his cousins?"
"About him and me..." She paused, afraid to go on "...and you."
"What? Is he insane? Why would he do that? What did he tell them. Why?" My fear was overcoming my ability to control it. I was panicking.
"It's alright Mitch. They don't really know who we are. But wait, let me tell you the rest and you'll understand."
"Hurry up." I said, barely able to control myself.
"Last weekend Ryan went to a family barbecue at his uncle's house. Ryan's cousin Jake has a fort built in the woods and all the kids were there playing games like truth-or-dare, and Ryan told about me but said I was his age and everything. Later, it was just him and Jake and his other cousin Mandy, they were asking a whole bunch of questions, and so was Ryan, because Mandy had a boyfriend for a long time and they were talking all about sex the way we do. Anyway, they talked for like 4 hours until it was really late, they wouldn't let any of the other kids into the fort  because they tried some of the things... you know, because they were talking about them and it seemed like no big deal to do it."
"Wait a second," I said, feeling energized all of a sudden, "You mean they had sex? the three of them?"
"Just oral sex."
"But Jake and Mandy are brother and sister." I said in disbelief.
"No they aren't. They're cousins too. Ryan's dad has two brothers. Anyway, that is totally beside the point. After all of that is when they really started talking about stuff, and Ryan told them about you and how you told us how to do things and how cool it was that you let us have sex so it would be safe... and then how sad you became. He told them about the movie and how it really made you sad, and what you told me about finding a young woman..." She paused, wanting to be sure I was following all of that.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Well, Ryan said Mandy cried a little when he told about how strong you were that you never tried to have sex with me even though I had begged you to and even though you wanted to so bad that is made you sick. She asked what you look like, if you are handsome. Ryan told her that you were very handsome and strong and kind and everything good you could possibly say about someone."
"Well, that was nice of him."
"Don't you see? You big dork?"
"See what?"
"She wants to meet you. She told Ryan she wants to meet you. Oh Mitch, he said she is very very pretty and she loves sex and she's really fun. We could all go sailing." She said, hope shining out from her face.
"Polly, it's still no different. Just because she's not my daughter doesn't mean I can have sex with her. It's still illegal."
Polly's smart eyes zeroed in on me. "She just turned 18"
I was poised for another defensive volley, mouth open, but all I could do was let it fall open even wider.
