Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Bruce's Story
Part: Chapter 1 of 4
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: Teens meet and learn together while out sailing.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral, first, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2004

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Before I had got together with Cilla and Sonia as set out 
in the stories "Boy meets Girl meets Girl", my older 
brother Bruce had his own little adventure.  This is 
Bruce's story.

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I don't think I will ever look at boats the same again!

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My uncle was taking a "lady friend" on an outing in the 
hopes of improving their relationship.  Unfortunately she 
was divorced and had a sixteen year old daughter who she 
insisted on bringing along.

Frank took this in good spirit and asked me what I was 
doing that weekend.  If I could keep the daughter 
occupied he might still manage a little quality time of 
his own.

At the time I was 16 myself and I didn't have a 
girlfriend.  No, that's not quite true, I had never had a 
"girlfriend" as such.  So I was quite willing to let my 
uncle set me up on a blind date.

Don't get me wrong though.  I had been out on dates, had 
pashed and even managed to fool around a little.  I just 
hadn't found anyone that ended up liking me as much as I 
liked them or vice versa.

Frank was my father's younger brother, by several years, 
and wasn't averse to imparting knowledge to his nephews 
that our parents would probably have preferred that we 
didn't have.

He planned to take us across the gulf; we could dine at a 
seaside cafe in the afternoon and continue up one side 
and down the other, getting home the next afternoon.  The 
weather report was for ideal sailing weather and we could 
spend a quiet evening under the stars at sea.

Any hopes I had of an idyllic shipboard romance though 
were soon dashed.

We were on board getting things ready when they turned up 
at the harbour.  Uncle Frank introduced me to Denise and 
her daughter Maeve.

"Mother" ("Call me Denise") looked and acted like she 
could have been a model when she was younger but had put 
on a little weight since then, especially across her 
chest.  Still very attractive though.

"Daughter" ("Hi" - barely aspirated, no eye contact with 
either of us after we both had failed her appraisal on 
the way down the dock) had inherited Mum's looks but also 
her weight.  She wasn't "fat" as such but her thighs 
looked like baked hams and she had two udders and wide 
hips.  I looked closer and realised I may have been doing 
her an injustice; she didn't have a double chin and there 
was no sign of fat on her arms.  Later I saw her belly 
was big but not ugly fat.

She wasn't my ideal date but if she hadn't been forced to 
come along things might have started out better.

Antagonistic towards "Mother's" new boyfriend, she was 
barely civil towards me when introduced.  Of course 
Denise picked up on this and took her aside while stowing 
their overnight bags below.  It didn't seem to have much 
effect though.

Regardless of her attitude I tried to be friendly as we 
putt-putted out of the marina - sailboats CAN still have 
an auxiliary motor.  Though Maeve exhibited no interest I 
showed Denise how to hoist the sails while Frank 
navigated us through what little boating activity was 
going around us.

Once the wind caught the sails Denise went to stand with 
my uncle who got her to take the wheel while he stood 
behind her with his hands on hers, just for safety of 
course.

Unless the direction of the wind changed significantly, I 
knew I would not be required for a while so I offered to 
prepare some coffee.

Frank (it was rare that any of us called him "Uncle 
Frank") and Denise gave their orders and I made my way to 
the bow where Maeve had set herself up to read and 
sunbathe in the cooling breeze and, more importantly, as 
far away from the adults as she could get.

"Hi.  I'm making some coffee.  Would you like some?"

"I don't drink coffee, thanks."  Polite but cold.

"Can I get you anything else then?  We have some soft 
drink or juice."

"Do you have anything stronger?"

I was a little stunned.  I knew she was 16 like myself 
and I had tried the odd alcoholic beverage - just to see 
- but I wasn't a drinker as such.  More to the point, my 
uncle ran a strict ship as far as he and any official 
crew - well, me - were concerned; guests were allowed 
some leniency.

He always said alcohol and the sea were a worse 
combination than alcohol and cars.  On land he could tie 
one on with the best of them when he wasn't driving but 
as Captain he was always dry.  As I was only 16 he hadn't 
directed me not to drink but I knew if I was older he 
would have explicitly applied the same stricture to me.

Still I knew we had some spirits in the cupboard and 
Maeve WAS a guest, even if underage.  I suspected Denise 
would be encouraged to have a drink at dinner and thought 
it might make Maeve a little nicer to be around as well.

"I can make you a rum and cola if you like."

She brightened up towards me.  "Hey, can you?  Only don't 
let THEM know, okay?"

"I don't think they would approve either."  And that 
easily (well almost) Maeve turned out to be better 
company than I had first thought.

Frank and Denise thanked me for their coffees and I took 
mine and a cola forward, wrapping an arm carefully around 
a stay as I leaned over to give her the drink.

"Here you are.  I hope it's not too strong."

I had unwittingly made it stronger than she really liked 
but she tasted it without objection.

"Nice.  Thanks."

I sat down beside her without spilling my coffee.

"I take it you didn't want to come today.  Have you 
sailed before?"

"That's for sure.  Sorry.  No, it's my first time on a 
yacht.  What about you?  Couldn't find something better 
to do?"

"Oh I was happy to come.  It's very relaxing out here and 
sailing is fun.  If you like I can show you a bit later 
when I have to take the wheel."

"Do we all have to take a turn?"

"Stand a watch.  No.  I usually have to give my uncle a 
spell but it's not a chore.  You watch for changes in the 
wind and depending on the direction it's coming from you 
sometimes get to tack back and forth in a zigzag pattern 
which is REAL fun.  If you pick up speed you can be 
zipping through the water and the boat can lean over so 
the waves come up on the side of the deck.  It can get 
exciting."

"It doesn't seem exciting now."

"Well the wind is blowing from astern so we're just 
running with it for now.  If you look forward you can 
spot a mountain peak over there."

"Yes.  So?"

"We are heading for a harbour just north of that so it 
makes a good marker.  When we get closer we will be 
changing direction and there will be a bit more work 
involved in sailing.  You might get to help if you want."

She sipped her drink.  "Maybe."

Maeve looked at the horizon.  "Why aren't we heading 
toward the mountain then?"

"We are."

"No we're not; the boat is pointing further south."

"Yes, but if you look over time the mountain is staying 
in the same place on the boat.  Mark a point on the 
railing and check it after a few minutes.  The mountain 
will be in the same spot because the wind is pushing us a 
little sideways as well as forwards.  It's how you tell 
if you're on a collision course with another boat."

Frank called me to take over.  It was earlier than I had 
expected but it was easy sailing and he trusted me to 
manage until he returned if conditions changed - an 
unlikely situation looking at the sky.  We were away from 
the shipping lane so he was willing to let his eager 
first mate stand watch.

"Can Maeve take the wheel?"

"Sure, just keep an eye on her."  Denise smiled at 
Frank's generosity.  I knew it was more self-interest in 
this case, though he was certainly generous enough.

"Come with me and I'll show you the chart room."  They 
went downstairs and the cabin door, normally left open, 
was closed behind them for some reason.

I called out to Maeve to invite her back and she picked 
up her things and came to sit with me.

"Where have THEY gone?"  The disdain was obvious.

"Just below to have a look at some things."

"Yeah and I bet it's her things he's looking at."

"Why don't you like him - he's not that bad you know."

"I suppose he's alright.  It's just Mother moves from man 
to man - they only last a few months at the most and then 
they're gone.  I've been glad to see the back of some of 
them, especially the ones who like me as much as her if 
you understand but there have been a couple that were 
really nice and when SHE splits up with them I lose track 
too and I'm sick of it.  So there is really no point in 
me finding out whether he's nice or not."

She took another sip.  It was a large cup (easier in case 
of rough weather and we had lids if necessary) and I had 
filled it pretty well in these smooth seas.  She had 
drunk about half of it.

"I thought you were going to teach me to sail."

"Okay.  Come over here and take the wheel then."

She stood where I indicated and I thought, "Well if it 
works for Frank, maybe ...".  I put my arms around her 
and rested my hands on hers.  I gently turned the wheel 
to change direction slightly and pointed out the 
telltales on the stays and the changes to the sails, all 
the while breathing in the "girl-ness" of her hair.  I 
corrected course again and let Maeve take over the 
steering.
 
"Now the current is coming from over there and that will 
keep pushing us away from where we want to go so you need 
to steer us more to port, that's right.  See where the 
mountain is now; just keep it about there, don't worry if 
it moves back and forth a little."

I gave her fingers a gentle squeeze and left her to hold 
the wheel by herself.  She was getting some satisfaction 
from standing there.  I had gotten some myself and 
rearranged the contents of my shorts behind her back.  
Her enjoyment was increased when I pointed out some 
dolphins which had joined us as an escort.

"I've never seen dolphins up close before."

Maeve had seemed to mellow a little, I don't know how 
much was due to the rum, how much to accepting she had no 
way of ending the outing now we were on our way and how 
much was in finding the day more interesting than she had 
expected.  I didn't dare hope that some of it might be 
because she found me more interesting as well.

I restored my hands over hers on the wheel.

I found later that, other than the persistent ogling of 
her double-D tits, Maeve hadn't had any serious 
expressions of interest from her peers.  To have a boy 
standing with his arms around her was an exciting 
novelty.

She took the opportunity to increase contact with me.  
The natural swaying of the boat as it cut across the 
waves moved us from side to side.  Maeve took advantage 
of this, leaning back into me and exaggerating the motion 
slightly so her butt rubbed over the front of my shorts.

It was obvious what was happening and I gently increased 
the pressure between us.  Maeve felt the hardening object 
brushing against the crack of her ass and it made her 
wonder that she could have that sort of effect on a boy.

Maeve didn't realise that it took very little to make a 
16 year old male get an erection.  That being said there 
were a lot worse ways of it happening.

She started playing around more, swinging her hips in 
wider paths but she misjudged an unexpected movement of 
the boat and overbalanced.

I let go of the wheel with one hand and managed to catch 
her around the waist; I could feel the softness of one 
large breast resting on my arm.

"Oops.  Thanks."  She straightened up and took the wheel 
again, behaving a little more sensibly.  Damn!  It had 
been getting interesting.

I stood back to rearrange myself yet again; no point in 
looking obvious even if she knew very well what I had, 
tucked away.

This was fortunate timing as the cabin door opened and my 
uncle followed Denise up onto the deck.  She had changed 
into a one piece bathing costume and though she wouldn't 
be on my top ten wet dream list, neither did she warrant 
a "Fright Night" rating.

I found her looking at me when I finished appraising her 
body and blushed.  She must have been happy with my 
expression - interest not disdain - and just smiled 
before moving carefully forward.  I suppose she figured 
if a teenager appreciated her body she must still be 
keeping her looks.  She wasn't too far wrong.

Frank came over and automatically checked the course.  It 
was spot on; I HAD been doing my job regardless of the 
distraction and had kept an eye on Maeve - her steering 
that is.

He looked towards the approaching coastline.  "Maeve, if 
you turn a little to port, that's your left, we'll head 
for a quiet cove I know.  We can drop anchor and you can 
swim for a while. It's quite a nice spot when the tide is 
right.  You can only reach it by sea so it's rather 
private."

I wondered how many other lady friends had visited the 
cove.

Maeve followed his instructions and he showed her how to 
read the compass and keep on course that way.  "It helps 
at night or when you're too far from shore."

"I thought you used the stars."

"I can but you might pick the wrong ones and instead of 
going in a straight line you might start heading east and 
end up facing west."

When he moved forward to join her mother relaxing in the 
sun Maeve took another swig of her drink, emptying the 
cup.

"Can you tell me where the toilet is?"

"The head.  I'll show you."

"But who's going to steer?"

"Easy."  I took a couple of short lengths of rope stored 
under the thwart and lashed the wheel into place.

"Just going below for a minute", I called to the others.

"Aye, Aye", said Uncle Popeye.  Oh well, analogies aren't 
always perfect; Denise definitely wasn't an Olive Oyl!

I led the way down the ladder and explained the fairly 
simple operation of the facilities that we had neglected 
to explain before.

Leaving Maeve to go about her business I went to the 
galley and put the kettle back on the gas ring for 
another coffee - I don't fancy fizzy drinks myself when 
I'm sailing.

"Can I have another drink - not quite so strong please."

"Are you sure you should?"

"Don't start - you've been nice so far."

"Okay"  I passed her the bottle of rum while I got the 
cola.  "Make it how you like it then."

Maeve mixed a drink I still considered strong and tested 
it.  "Just right."

As I turned back from putting the bottles away she 
ambushed me, the cup in one hand.  Her other arm swung 
around my neck and those enormous tits pressed my ribcage 
through my back.

She planted a boozy kiss on my lips.  "That's for being 
nice."

"You're welcome", I said and moved in to return the kiss 
but she had released me and turned away.

"Where am I sleeping tonight?"

"The bunks are down here.  If it's a nice night you CAN 
sleep on deck but it might be a bit cold well before 
morning."

"Where do you sleep then?"  She surveyed the small area 
and looked aft past the ladder towards the closed door of 
the Captain's tiny cabin.

"You're one side, I'm the other."

She looked around.  "And Mother's with him then."

"Very likely.  Is there a problem?"

"It depends if you know how to behave!"

She gave me a leer which left me wondering if she 
preferred I did or didn't have that knowledge.

She had another drink from the cup.  "If you would like 
to go back on deck, I'm going to get changed."

"Okay.  See you in a minute. (Or sooner!)"  I went back 
with my coffee but left the door open.  It wasn't my 
fault I could see past the wheel into the cabin.

Admittedly the view wasn't spectacular; if I had knelt 
down I could have seen more but then she would have seen 
me.  So instead I got a view of her legs and part of her 
ass as she dropped her shorts and knickers and donned her 
bathers.  She was big but she certainly wasn't repulsive.

Maeve came out wearing an aqua two-piece suit, a skirt 
from the top covering her stomach.  Before she had been 
covered by a t-shirt but now her bulging bosom was 
clearly displayed and drew my eyes.

Maeve noticed my stare and she was just thinking, "he's 
like all the others - can only see one thing and ignores 
the rest", when I looked into her face and smiled.

Yes, I had shown I noticed but hadn't needed to have 
dynamite used to break my attention away from her chest.

"So?"  She obviously was fishing.

"You look very nice."

"'You' not 'they'", she thought, "that is a change."

She smiled back, "Thanks."

She sat next to me on the thwart and we talked a little 
about school and interests and future plans.

Frank called out "Head us in to starboard now Bruce.  Can 
you see the cove I mean?"

I looked and saw the patch of sand against the cliffs.

"Any rocks?" I asked.

"Not if you stay well out from the headland.  The beach 
is fairly steep but still stay a good way out so we don't 
lose the wind."

"Aye, Aye Sir"  I got all nautical and Maeve giggled.  
Oh, oh!  I hoped she hadn't got too "happy".

I guided us in and felt the slight loss of control as the 
winds dropped when we were sheltered by the cliffs.  
While we were still moving I guided us away and felt the 
wind fill the sails again.

Uncle Frank expertly dropped the sail and stood by with 
the anchor as I neatly turned us and lost our remaining 
forward motion against the tide.  He dropped the anchor 
and we dragged for a while before it bit into the sand.

Frank dropped a ladder over the side.  "Anyone for a 
swim?"

He took off his shirt to show a tanned muscular chest and 
dropped carefully off the side.  He never dove in unless 
he had checked the situation out carefully first.  You 
only made one mistake of that sort.

"A good two fathoms", he informed us, "around four 
metres."

Denise decided to climb down the ladder but I prepared to 
dive in.  "Coming, Maeve?"

"Oh all right", she said, draining her second cup.

She came over to the rail where I was standing and took 
my hand, "Together".

I gave up my thoughts of diving and prepared to jump 
instead.  Maeve however had plans of her own and as we 
sailed though the air she grabbed her legs and entered 
the water with a tremendous whomping splash that half 
drowned the unexpecting adults.

A bomb!  I heard the globules of water striking the 
surface as I swam back up to find two spluttering people; 
Maeve didn't even apologise as she swam back to hang off 
the ladder.

My uncle beckoned me over and suggested I might like to 
break out the skindiving gear and take Maeve over to the 
rocky outcrop where we could look at the marine life.  I 
suspect he and her mother would prefer Maeve disappear 
for a while if she was going to behave like that.  She 
was agreeable and I got out the kit.

Maeve needed no instruction and we calmly paddled across 
the cove to where the waves gently surged around the 
submerged rocks.

It was easy swimming with mask and snorkel and we were 
close to the shore if we got tired or cold.  We probably 
would have had an enjoyable afternoon there, it started 
out alright, but Maeve was feeling the effects of the 
alcohol and was swallowing enough water to make her feel 
uncomfortable.

"I think I'd better go out for a while", she said having 
grabbed my leg for attention.  She certainly got that as 
it wasn't my ankle but around the back of my thigh.  Her 
fingertips brushed my balls so I got a bit of a shock.

I accompanied her as she laboured through the slight surf 
and up onto the beach where she collapsed on her side 
while holding her stomach.

I stood up and waved to make sure those on the boat knew 
where we had gotten to.  They heard my calls and waved 
back before settling down to whatever they had been 
doing.  Apparently they hadn't stayed in the water too 
long.

Maeve was giggly.  She had recovered somewhat now she 
didn't have to fight to avoid swallowing more sea water 
and was feeling playful.  I suspected her problems hadn't 
been quite as bad as she had portrayed.

She sat up and looked around the cove.  "Let's explore."

There wasn't all that much to explore.  The cove 
stretched for quite a way and there was some driftwood 
and other debris scattered amongst the odd pile of 
seaweed but it tended to be cleared by each high tide.  
The nearby rocks held more promise.

We picked up our gear and wandered over towards them.

Maeve stumbled.  "Give us a hand will you."

I reached out to take her arm but she slipped her own 
behind me.  I was pulled in against her and put my arm 
around her waist in turn; it was really the only place to 
put it.

We had to step over the boulders strewn through the sand 
and it became easier to hold hands instead.  Maeve 
reluctantly released me and grasped my hand when I 
extended it to her.  The alcohol had a noticeable effect 
on her steadiness but Maeve found more importantly she 
wasn't so worried about possible rejection as she 
normally was.  I had shown an interest in her - I wasn't 
JUST being polite was I?

"Bruce, do you like me?"

It came out of the blue.  It was also a question that was 
impossible to answer "No" unless you really found someone 
so repulsive you couldn't bear to be near them and were 
so shallow that you didn't care anything for their 
feelings.

Fortunately I had found her to be an interesting person 
who did turn me on a little.  (Okay I liked her butt 
rubbing me before and those tits WERE amazing!)  I liked 
her and said so.

"Enough to kiss me?"  We were amongst some of the bigger 
boulders and hidden for much of the time from the boat.

I turned to her and took her face in my hands, raised her 
chin and kissed her tenderly on her red lips.  I moved 
back, then, sensing the appropriate thing to do, leaned 
back in and kissed her again.

Once could have been because she asked; the second showed 
I wanted to.

Maeve dropped her gear and put both arms around me as she 
added her own heat to the kiss.  When we parted she 
dropped her head to my chest and hugged me.  I was 
surprised when the shudders betrayed her tears.

She was trying to suppress her sobs but the tremors of 
her diaphragm gave her away.

"What's wrong?"

She took a breath.  "Nothing.  It was nice.  You are 
nice."  She hugged me again.

It was also "nice" to feel her soft breasts rubbing all 
over my bare chest.

When she got control of herself again she explained.

"That's the first real kiss I've had.  Messing about ones 
when I was younger but since these came along", she 
lifted her tits in a most interesting way, "no-one has 
thought I was worth kissing.  At least no-one who thought 
of me as anything other than a pair of double-Ds and I 
didn't want them."

I tried to phrase things carefully.

"Maeve, you know and I know that your breasts are 
probably the first thing a stranger would notice about 
you.  They do look lovely ...".

Maeve scoffed at this.

"No.  You see them as a barrier to meeting people but 
that's only a barrier against the jerks who don't see 
more in you.  You look lovely and you have a nice 
personality."

She scoffed again.  "Yeah, sure.  'She's got a nice 
personality' is what you say when there's nothing else 
you can say."

"That might sometimes be true but I'm not saying it 
instead of other things, I'm saying it as well as them.  
You do have a nice personality!  Once you got over HAVING 
to be on board we were getting on well, weren't we?"  At 
the same time I was speaking my hand gently rubbed up and 
down her spine.

"I'm sorry about that.  It wasn't your fault I had to be 
here and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"That's all right.  You weren't really nasty to me after 
all.  How about another kiss and I'll forgive you?"

Maeve looked up and eagerly found my lips.  This time her 
tongue found its way through and mine tingled with the 
contact, oh so brief.

Maeve cuddled me and I held her.  She turned her face up 
and I kissed her again, my tongue forcing its way past 
her pearly whites this time.

Maeve wasn't ignorant of French kissing; just 
inexperienced.  When she had last been kissed both boys 
and girls were more apt to worry about "cooties".

She had lost her normal self-conscious attitude to close 
contact and found she was willing to "go with the flow".  
Her tentative extension into my mouth had involved a 
certain amount of bravery, probably Dutch courage in this 
instance.  Her reaction to my explorations were 
astounding.

The wriggling object making contact with her own tongue 
triggered an adrenaline rush that had her flushed and her 
heart pounding.  Her kisses became more passionate even 
as her knees appeared weaker with the tremors that 
wracked her body.  It was a reaction to pent up emotions 
suddenly released rather than anything orgasmic, though 
her body was responding to urges she had never expressed 
before.

Her arms slid smoothly over my back to grip my ass cheeks 
as she pulled me hard against her.  Wow!

I figured if she could make that sort of contact why 
couldn't I and, taking her round buttocks in my hands, I 
squeezed them as I drew her harder towards me, our pubic 
bones grinding together at the same time as another 
"bone" was getting inconveniently crushed.

We were still kissing, our tongues taking turn to act as 
host and visitor, and Maeve wasn't the only one 
experiencing unparalleled excitement.  My growing 
erection was obvious and Maeve took advantage of the 
situation, rubbing herself sideways over the front of my 
bathers.

I have mentioned she was feeling a little playful and now 
she really proved it.  While still kissing me she hooked 
her thumbs into the back of my trunks and started sliding 
them down.

I of course did what any red-blooded young man would do - 
I let her pull them down.

Rather than stand there with the discarded swim suit at 
my ankles I stepped out of them as Maeve resumed her hold 
on my now bare bum.

"What would she do if I tried the same trick?" I 
wondered.  Well she couldn't actually scream rape - she 
started it.  If she complained I was no worse off than 
now so, what the hell.

I lifted the skirt of her outfit and slipped my hands 
under it then moved them down inside the back of her 
bikini bottoms.  I cupped her bare cheeks while she did 
the same and my rampant cock rubbed across her belly.

No complaints so I started easing the garment downwards.  
Maeve spread her legs a little to make its passage past 
her thighs easier.

I broke off our kissing temporarily to lift my head and 
look over the rock which hid us from the others.  They 
were still on the boat - good.

I turned back to the semi-naked Maeve and found her 
looking at my own naked body.

"With the exception of one of Mother's fortunately very 
short term boyfriends who liked to 'accidentally' appear 
naked when I was around, yours is the first dick I've 
seen.  It's certainly more impressive than his; probably 
why Mother didn't keep him round longer."

"You're the only girl (okay I didn't include my sister - 
that was a special situation and didn't really count) 
who's touched it."

"You're still a virgin?"  Maeve was surprised.  "But 
you're so good looking."

(Yeah, right!)

"I thought you would have done it by now."

"I've never even had a proper girlfriend." 

Sometimes playing the innocent can be useful; and if it 
is actually true you can often be better off than 
pretending you know what you're doing.  If you stuff up 
you've at least got an excuse and your partner is more 
likely to be understanding.

"But you kiss so well."

I couldn't very well admit my sister and I practised 
together could I.  That had been extended with my 
experiences with those girls who HAD been willing to let 
me practice as well and I was a bit reluctant to mention 
them either.

"Beginner's luck I suppose."

"I hope your luck holds out."

"What do you have in mind?"  Faint heart may not win fair 
lady but when the lady in question may have had a bit too 
much to drink and may decide afterwards, or even during, 
that she didn't mean to do whatever she did it pays to be 
careful.

"Do you think we can get back in the water without being 
noticed?"  She obviously meant without getting dressed 
first.

"From a distance they're not going to tell you're only 
wearing your top and if I'm behind you we should be 
right."

We slipped through the boulders getting whatever shelter 
we could manage finally reaching an open rock platform 
where we could step off into waist deep water but there 
was no cover.

The coast, literally, appeared clear so I followed Maeve 
to the edge and then did a shallow dive while she waited 
for me to check things out.  I swam around and found a 
patch of sand where we could comfortably stand.

I looked up to help Maeve in and found I was staring 
straight into her heavily thatched pubes.  The dark brown 
curls contrasted with the ash blonde hair on her head.

Seeing it in the flesh, so to speak, was quite different 
from the girlie magazines I had sneaked the odd look at 
and I stared until Maeve impatiently called for 
assistance.

I held up my hand and she took it as she leapt off the 
rock and into the water.  I spun her around for another 
kiss.

"Now what?"

"Oh he spends all his time staring at my snatch and now 
he wants more!"  I knew she was kidding because she 
reached down and grabbed "Wilbur" again.

"Oh dear, what's happened to that magnificent appendage?"

"Keep that up and it will be back.  Cold water can have 
that effect you know."

"It's not that cold!  Still you weren't lying; I can feel 
it growing in my hand.  Amazing!"

"It's what you're doing that feels amazing."  I hugged 
her to my side while leaving her plenty of room to 
manoeuvre.

"I like playing with you.  Every girl should have a toy 
like this.  It's not fair that you boys have them and we 
miss out."

I rubbed my hand through the furry patch at the top of 
her legs and gently probed with a finger.  "I've heard 
that with one of these you can get as many of the others 
as you want."

Maeve saddened a little at my joke.  "If only that were 
true; I haven't caught any."

"Well you've got a good hold of mine and I haven't even 
seen yours properly."

"Oh!"  She cheered up somewhat.  "Now it's 'I'll show you 
mine if you show me yours'."

"Sounds a fair trade doesn't it?"  I gave her another 
kiss and moved my hand from her pussy to her face.

"You could have left it there, you know.  I didn't mind."

"I didn't think you did but we can get more comfortable."

There was a submerged rock close by whose surface was 
high enough for me to sit with just my shoulders out of 
the water.  The fine seaweed cover stopped the odd limpet 
or mussel from being a bother.  I sat down and gently 
pulled Maeve in front of me.

Her breasts were now hovering in front of my face, not 
actually floating but bobbing up and down as the slight 
waves moved past her and gave them more or less buoyancy.

I put my arms around her and leaned my cheek against the 
bare fleshy mounds visible above her top.

"You complain about your breasts and I can't comment on 
how inconvenient you may find them but just now I think 
they are perfect."  I turned my head and kissed one 
partly exposed tit.

Maeve put her hands around my head and crushed it against 
her massive cushions.

"I've hated them since I was thirteen.  I went from a 
training bra to a C cup in less than a year and eighteen 
months later I was a Double-D.  Not fun for a fifteen 
year old!"

I didn't have a real understanding of how it must have 
been for her.  I had seen overly developed girls at my 
own school and hadn't been sensitive to their plight at 
the time.  All I could do was hug her and give her other 
tit a kiss too.

"If you keep that up I might just change my mind about 
them", she smiled.

I let my fingers walk around her pubes again but it was 
too difficult to make any headway while she had her legs 
together.

"Turn around and sit on my lap", I instructed.  Maeve did 
so and as she sat, my erect prick jabbed her in the 
asshole.

"Oops", she said as she stood and reached behind her.  
"That's not quite what I had in mind."

She pushed my penis into a more horizontal position as 
she sat more carefully.

I reached around her and parted her legs leaving mine 
between.  I couldn't believe it.  Here I was with my cock 
resting against some girl's cunt!  I almost came just 
thinking about it.

"Er.  I don't know how far you want to go but we should 
be careful; you don't want to get pregnant."

"It's all right.  I've been on the pill for a while.  I'm 
safe if we do get up to something.  I hope you meant it 
when you said you were a virgin though.  I am too and 
that means we don't have to worry about any other nasties 
- I hope."

I reassured her of my veracity as I reached between her 
thighs to access the furry treasure that had been hidden 
before.

Maeve put her hands on my knees and leaned forward 
allowing me to lean with her and increasing my reach.  It 
also pulled the head of my penis back a little as well.

I found myself pushing it to one side so I could feel my 
way around.  Talk about a dilemma!

I was curious.  Sure I had played doctors when my sister 
and I were younger but a girl's pubes are nowhere as 
interesting as a young woman's.

I knew the biology but the Braille text is much more 
interesting than a cross-sectional diagram.  I only hoped 
we may be able to do a little more study in our cabin 
later.

Maeve was apparently amused by my problems with my 
wayward prick because she put one of her hands down next 
to mine to take control of it.

There wasn't room for three hands down there so I took 
the time for a little careful thought.

I let her have full access, which she took advantage of, 
stroking me in quite a suitable fashion, while I moved my 
hands up under the skirt attached to the top.

I was fortunate; the bottom of the bra was elastic rather 
than a flat hem.  I was able to stretch it out and lift 
it slightly so her pendulous breasts hung below the 
material.  I had full, albeit hidden, access to those 
milky orbs.

Another first and I didn't quite know what to do.

I'd heard of complaints about boys who simply grabbed a 
handful (mainly through my sister - girls my age tended 
not to discuss their exploits with their male classmates) 
but didn't know much more so I simply cupped the abundant 
flesh.

Nipples were an obvious target but once again what 
exactly should I do?  Oh well!  When in doubt ...

"Is there anything in particular you would like me to do?  
I'm a bit new at this."

"And I'm not?  Come on then dearie and I'll show you."

Maeve had gone from being sensitive about her appearance 
to taking charge of things; from a young woman to 
mimicking a withered crone seducing the poor school boy.

"Drunk on power now?" I wondered.

She stood up and faced me then lifted the skirt of her 
bikini top and tucked it through the neckline.  This left 
the back hanging down to give it a normal appearance to 
those on the boat while I got to see her tits in all 
their glory.

Maeve started by taking them in her hands and 
manipulating her nipples with thumb and finger.  I have 
never seen such large areolas; they were each about half 
the size of my palm.  The nipples were already a bit 
crinkly from the cool water but stood out proudly when 
shown some digital attention.

If there is one advantage to large breasts it is that 
they reach further!

Maeve demonstrated this by lifting one breast and sucking 
the nipple into her mouth.  She then stretched the breast 
until she was able to hold a good mouthful of tit as 
well.

Maeve must have felt a little strange standing in front 
of me.  She had obviously sucked on her nipples like this 
before but I had to assume her masturbatory episodes, 
like my own, had been solitary affairs.

Now she was showing off in front of a boy she had only 
known for a few hours and it seemed to be making her as 
hot as it made me.

In turn I was paying careful attention to more than just 
her mammary acrobatics and had taken advantage of her 
legs still being parted by my knee to gain access to her 
pussy again.  I felt my way in while keeping a close eye 
on the show going on right in front of me.

Maeve released the nipple.  I could see it had felt good 
and the finger working its way between the folded flaps 
around her pussy also was producing results.

She took a tit in each hand and brought the nipples 
together then held both to her mouth.  She was sucking on 
both nipples at once!

I figured I had learned enough to be dangerous and was 
eager for my turn at those mouth-watering melons.  This 
was the literal truth.  They were like not so small 
cantaloupes when Maeve or I cupped them in our hands 
although the sag normally present rendered them more like 
oversized fried eggs - if you ignore the colour for a 
start.

Maeve let me try with one breast while she continued her 
own activities with her mouth on the other nipple.  I 
must have done something she liked as she took my head in 
her free hand and held it to her chest.

We fooled around for a while and Maeve was getting a 
little excited.  She was considering taking our 
"relationship" to a new level of experience and as a 16 
year old boy I was quite prepared to go along with any 
suggestion she was likely to make.

Maeve noticed though that I wasn't physically prepared.  
You would think that with the show and my own sucking and 
fanny fingering I would still be hard but there's only so 
much blood in my body and some of it was needed 
elsewhere.

Maeve released her tit and reached down to take me in 
hand intending to try and do something about the limpness 
of my organ.

I in turn captured her other tit and tried a little 
double nipple licking myself.

I enjoyed the novelty - hey it was ALL new - of sucking 
on two tits at once.  Fortunately Maeve also liked the 
idea.

I had heard of people cooing but now I found out what 
they meant.  Maeve made an "I am satisfied" sort of noise 
that did resemble pigeons.

She also got my penis moving.  Well it tended to stay in 
roughly the same place while her hand moved but the tip 
did get a bit further away from my balls as it hardened.

"Just remember the nipples", ordered Maeve.  "Not too 
hard but make sure I know you are there."

She lowered the skirt over her bare stomach.  With all 
the other matters drawing my attention I couldn't have 
begun to describe her now hidden belly button.  Do you 
think I cared?

Maeve turned around and clasped my hands around her 
waist.  She reached down and grabbed my cock and 
proceeded to sit back down on my lap, this time engulfing 
my cock with the useful orifice kept hidden at the top of 
her thighs.

I was fucking!  For the first time a girl was surrounding 
my cock with her wet slimy warmth.  I reached back up 
under the fabric and found the tits as they dangled 
there.  I followed Maeve's instructive demonstration and 
tried to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me.

Maeve rocked back and forth and then began partially 
standing and sitting.  I couldn't thrust very well so I 
concentrated on not coming and on the glorious feelings 
that the fucking motion was giving me.

Maeve wanted a bit more than I was giving her though.  It 
was her first fuck and she wanted our lovemaking to give 
her the sort of explosive orgasm she had occasionally 
managed as she finger-fucked herself while biting on her 
own nipple.

So far the rigid cock in her pussy was "nice", but not 
enough to make her come as she wanted so she reached down 
between her legs and started fingering herself, brushing 
against me occasionally in her efforts to jill herself 
while the sea water diluted those lubricating juices she 
had already secreted.

She managed to keep things moving down there although I 
had a bit of a problem when she decided to lay back so 
the slit of her pussy spread open allowing her hand to 
run back and forth along her furry opening.

Firstly it made it harder for me to keep my erection 
inside her and secondly I had nothing behind me to lean 
against so her weight almost pushed me back off the rock.  
I had to use her tits like a horse's bridle to help 
steady myself.

I had one definite advantage as a result of her changed 
position however; I was sufficiently distracted by events 
to be able to last a little longer - no need for 
multiplication tables!

The cool water only made her cunt feel hotter around my 
prick as she wriggled her hips and bumped my balls with 
her fingers.  I managed to sit up a little although my 
clumsy clutching at Maeve's breasts was not likely to 
have impressed, let alone aroused, her.

Still, once there I made up for it as best as I could.  I 
tried to add to the sensations she was giving herself and 
in this I WAS successful.

The water we were sitting in stopped Maeve getting the 
lubrication she desired on her fingers.  Buried away from 
its diluting influence, my prick suffered no such 
problems and I found, by putting my hands on her 
shoulders and getting her to lean forwards even more, I 
was now able to set up a satisfying (well I liked it) 
thrusting motion.

And so I reached my climax, inside a girl for the first 
time, fucking, actually coming, and all in the full - 
although distant - sight of her mother and my uncle.

I belatedly worried about how we appeared from the boat.  
A bit late now!  I kept up my thrusts and Maeve responded 
with an increasing tempo of her own.  She was massaging 
her tits as she finally shuddered and leaned back against 
me again.

We sat there together, my penis eventually shrinking out 
of her warm cavern to be washed by the slight, yet 
noticeably cooler, tidal flow.  I put my arms around her 
and held her to me.

I had heard you didn't forget your first time and I just 
wanted to drink in our surroundings so my memories would 
be as rich as possible.

"Thank you.  That was wonderful."  What was the etiquette 
in this situation?  If you didn't ask how it was for your 
partner was it taken as a sign you didn't care; if you 
did was it a sign of insecurity, or worse that you had 
neglected all the nonverbal indications of pleasure or 
its lack.  "I'm sorry if I wasn't very good.  I didn't 
realise quite what I should do."

"No.  You were okay."  Maeve must have realised that this 
sounded a bit weak.  "It was nice", she added.

Oh, oh!  That sounded like what you said to your maiden 
aunt when she gave you some outrageous item of clothing 
at Christmas or your birthday.  Was I being damned by 
faint praise?

"I'd like to make it more than just nice for you if I 
can.  I'm not quite able to go again yet if that's what 
you would like but if there is anything else I can do for 
you, please tell me."

Maeve had actually been quite satisfied with her first 
fuck; she had come and, if it wasn't as strong as she 
sometimes achieved in her room, it did match many of her 
masturbatory highs and had the added fillip of being at a 
delightful location while fulfilling a fantasy situation.  
Still ... the promise of other things to come!

"Anything?"  There was a predatory note in her rhetorical 
question.  "Later perhaps.  I did enjoy it though.  You 
made my first time a happy occasion and I'll love you for 
that."

Love!  It wasn't something I had thought about.  I liked 
Maeve and fancied her quite a bit but hadn't been in love 
before and wasn't at all sure how one could tell.

Did I like spending time with her?  Yes.

Did I like fucking her?  Yes, definitely.

Would I like to see her again after we got home?  Another 
yes.

Would I be heartbroken if I didn't?  Well, no, not 
really.

I guess I was just in lust!

Maeve leaned forward and swam off my lap.  I followed and 
she turned to embrace me and to bury her tongue down my 
throat.

"You've made this weekend turn out something special 
after all", she said when we had a chance for breath.

"I think a lot of it is your doing as well."

We simply swam, or rather bobbed, together for a while, 
talking and cuddling.  Maeve was no longer under the 
influence so to speak and was feeling thirsty.  We were 
also both getting a little hungry as we had forgone an 
early lunch to go swimming instead.

We decided to get our gear and head back to the boat but 
found the rock we had entered from more difficult to 
climb than we had expected.

We basically had two choices - a tricky climb with the 
likelihood of a few scrapes with shelter close at hand or 
a more exposed traversal that simply required us to wade 
ashore but where the presence of small rocks underfoot 
would stop us hurrying.

We checked out the view seawards and could see no-one 
stirring on the boat; we would just have to take a 
chance.  We swam in until it was too shallow to proceed 
any further then stood and tried to move quickly hand in 
hand up to the beach.

Unfortunately, while Denise was sunbathing at the bow, 
Frank had gone below to refresh their drinks.  He chose 
that moment to return on deck and, looking out over the 
water, the movement of two young people caught his eyes.

Maeve's outfit MIGHT just have passed muster but my bare 
bum was an obvious patch of white on my tanned body and, 
though Maeve didn't have the tan to provide a contrast 
for her pale buns, as her skirt flapped up her bare butt 
was also visible.

"Ho, ho, ho!" Frank thought to himself.  He decided not 
to say anything to Denise though; she might come over all 
protective and insist we cut the voyage short or mess up 
the currently ideal sleeping arrangements.

He took her the drink and stood gazing down at her naked 
body; she had taken the opportunity of our absence to try 
to remove some of her own tan lines. 

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Continued in Chapter 2



