Orphans - El Gato's Page

We were both orphans, her by an act of God, me by an act of parental choice. Her

last year of High School was spent with her paternal grandmother after her mom

and dad were killed in a tornado. I spent my entire life living with different

'nannies' and 'governesses' because my parents were too busy to bother with the

'accident' they spawned. Yeah, I know. You're saying 'poor little rich kid'

right now. Well, big deal. They say that money can't buy happiness, they're

right. It only buys a better brand of loneliness.

I have to thank my second 'governess' that I only have a small chip on my

shoulder. It comes from becoming disillusioned and skeptical early in life.

Enough of that, though.

Sharon was a frumpy looking blonde who wore a fake pair of glasses. Her look was

all part of her plan to keep people away; she wasn't in college to socialize.

She told me so. I met her during my junior year (she was a Sophomore), we both

were taking Psych I and Business Law. After the first week, we started meeting

every Tuesday and Thursday in the library to study. When we'd take a break I

would start a little small talk with her. Something about her just drew me in;

maybe I recognized she was lonely, too.

What's my name, did you say? Well, you can just call me Danny for the time

being. Just an average guy, average height and build, average all around; except

for the accident of my birth. Oh, well.

We both stayed on campus during most holidays. She wasn't close to her

grandmother, and I didn't want to see my folks, either. I began to notice how

pretty her eyes were, and that her dull clothes couldn't completely hide what

had to be a nice figure. I asked her out a couple of times, but was gently

rebuffed each time.

Our second semester of studying together only found us with one class in common.

We still kept the same schedule at the library, though. Our conversations during

breaks were relaxed and open. She told me about her strict upbringing, about

only dating her last year in High School, and her struggle to keep up her

grades. I told her about my deprived rich kid life, and how I stopped dating

after overhearing an ex-girlfriend say that she was only going out with me in

the hopes of getting expensive gifts. She didn't like me, at all, she just liked

my money.

Sharon finally let me take her to dinner, but only to dinner, a couple of times.

I found myself really liking her company. I considered her my first and only

real friend. Just because she was a girl didn't mean anything to me, not yet

anyway.

Finals rolled around, as they always do; and we were talking about our plans for

the summer.

"I'm going to spend a couple of weeks on the lake. Dad bought this great motor

yacht, used it one summer, and hasn't used it since." I laughed. "This will be

the third summer I've had it to myself."

Sharon thumped my shoulder. "Poor little rich kid, my ass!" Then she sighed.

"I've got to stay in the dorm by myself until the summer semester. Grandma isn't

well. She put herself into a home, and I can't go stay with her anymore. She

wants me to write, but I'm only to visit once a month." She shook her head. "My

dorm parents are cool, but even they're leaving for a week. I hate being all

alone like that."

I placed her hands in my upturned palms on the table between us. "I'm sorry,

Sharon. I don't mean to flaunt my good fortune in front of you."

"It's OK. I'm just going to miss you, that's all." She squeezed my hands.

I squeezed back. "I'm going to miss you, too." We both sighed at our misfortune

in life. Then I decided to do something about it. "Sharon? We don't have to be

alone, you know."

"What?"

"You could come with me for the two weeks until summer term." I stopped her

automatic objection, and continued. "Look. This isn't a little boat. It's a

small ship, really. Two staterooms, a full head, all the comforts of home.

Including satellite TV. You know I can afford to bring along any number of

friends, and you're my friend. Don't automatically say no. Think it over, and

tell me tomorrow after grades are posted." I extended my right hand. "Is it a

deal?"

She tentatively took my proffered hand, "OK, I'll think it over. But no

promises!"

"It's all I ask." I gently shook her hand. "Meet me here tomorrow after three,

OK?" She just smiled and nodded her agreement.

The following day was Wednesday, and grades were posted at noon in the various

buildings. I made the trek, fought the (small) crowds, and collected my grades.

I was proud of myself, but knew I was the only one. I ate a late lunch, and then

headed for the library to meet Sharon. I saw her headed my way; she looked both

agitated and preoccupied. I got close enough to see the worried look, and then

walked up next to her.

"Hi! Have you seen your grades, yet?" She was startled, but recovered and

smiled.

"Hi! Yes, all but one is posted. Professor Stevens is late, as usual." We walked

to a bench, and sat down. "How did you do?"

"I did pretty good. One 'B', and the rest were all 'A's'. I'm feeling rather

smug, right now. How about you?"

"I did better this time, thanks to you. Two 'B's', and the rest were all 'A's'.

That's a vast improvement over the two 'C's' from the last semester, and no

'A's' to boot. You've been a big help. Thanks, very much.'

She had been looking at my face, seeming very happy, then she looked down and

away. Her smile was gone.

"What's wrong? Is it your grandmother? Is she alright?" My voice sounded my

concern.

Sharon chewed her lip for a second, and then looked at me. "No. Gran's all

right. It's me, I'm afraid. The dorms are closing for ten days for renovations,

and I won't be able to stay in them. I've got to move my stuff into storage,

even." She gave me a wry grin. "I hadn't really planned on accepting your offer,

you know that don't you?" I probably looked crestfallen. She put her hand on my

arm. "Don't look at me like that. You don't know the whole story. And now..."

Her hand fell away with her gaze.

"It's OK. You don't owe me any explanations. I'll even help you move your stuff

before I go on vacation. I'll still miss you, though."

I thought I saw her wipe a tear, but she was looking away again. "Now I really

feel like a heel." She turned back to me, but was looking down still. "Is your

offer still open? I do need someplace to stay, and a vacation does sound good.

If you don't want me to go, I'll understand."

I reached out and gently raised her chin. "I'm looking forward to spending my

vacation with my friend. I'd feel bad if I couldn't do that, you know?" She gave

me another small smile. "I'd better go make arrangements. When do you need help

moving your stuff?"

"Thanks, Danny. The dorm parents and my roommate are helping me store my stuff.

What do I need to bring with me?"

"Just some clothes and toiletries. Everything else will be taken care of." I

gave her a big smile. "You're going to love this motor yacht! It's got all the

neat stuff. I can't wait to show her to you."

She gave a little laugh. "Boys and their toys, eh? We'll have fun, I think." We

made plans on where and when to meet, and then went off to get ready.

Friday morning I walked into the lobby of her dorm, and called her room. "Hi

Sharon. I'm out front."

"OK, I'll be right down."

Sharon came into the lobby carrying two suitcases, and had a third bag slung

across her shoulder. I moved to help her. "Let me carry some of that."

She set the suitcases down, and took the bag from her shoulder. "Here, take this

one. It's easier to carry two suitcases. Balance, you know."

We put her luggage in the back of my suburban next to mine. What's that? A

suburban did you ask? Yes, I drive a big SUV. I like the room, and the four-

wheel-drive. I had a 'flash' car when I was in high school, but decided on the

suburban when I came to college.

The drive to the lake was a little over three hours, the marina was another hour

past that. We didn't talk much on the trip, just some small talk about classes

and grades. We listened to my collection of big band and jazz, just letting the

time flow by us. Quickly enough, I was pulling into the parking lot of the

marina restaurant.

"Ready for lunch?" I asked.

"Sounds good, I'm starved. But aren't we going to the boat?" She was looking

towards the water, trying to figure out which 'boat' it was.

I laughed. "Not yet. This is the last chance to eat someone else's cooking for a

few days, so I'm going to avail myself of it." I extended my hand. "Coming

along?"

She blew a raspberry at me, but smiled and took my hand. "Well, since you put it

that way, I'd better eat a BIG lunch."

Lunch was quite good, I had the lake trout, and Sharon settled on the catfish

nuggets. I bailed us out, and we were soon walking back to the truck. I drove to

the far side of the marina, and parked next to the lakeshore office.

"I just have to check in, and we'll go on board. It should be around twenty

minutes, do you want to come with me, or would you rather wait here?"

"I'll just wait. I love your collection of music."

"No problem. I'll be back in a flash."

The paperwork was ready for me; I just needed to double check that the extra

stores had been laid on board. The marina pilot was just pulling her into the

slip when I finished signing for storage on the truck. I went out to get Sharon.

"OK, we're ready now." Sharon was looking at the dock where the marina pilot had

just finished tying off.

"Would you look at the size of that thing!? It's huge!"

I took a quick lookdown, and then deadpanned, "I didn't think it was showing."

Sharon punched me softly in the shoulder. "You clown. I'm talking about the boat

that guy just parked over there." She was pointing at the end of the marina

office dock.

I just nodded sagely. "Yes, it's a good fifty-eight feet long. However, the

'marina pilot' just 'tied-off' my fathers 'motor yacht', so let's get this stuff

on board." I reached over and gently lifted her chin, closing her mouth.

"Wouldn't want you to catch flies." She punched me a little harder, that time.

Forty minutes later, after stowing everything away, and a quick lesson on

casting off; we were pulling out from the marina harbor. It was a calm warm day,

and the view from the flying bridge was idyllic. The sun was sparkling across

the marina surface, the light breeze only causing the smallest of ripples to

scatter the light. As we approached the causeway, the waves from the expanse of

the lake broke the sparkle into distinct traveling points on the slope of each

wave.

Sharon sat next to me on the captain's chair. "So, what's the plan? What do you

do when you're on vacation on a 'motor yacht'?"

I turned up the channel, and gave the twin diesels some more throttle. "I

usually go to this spot I know, fish a little, work on a tan some, and read a

good book or two." I checked the radar ahead. "I like swimming, too. The water

at this spot is only ten feet deep for a long ways, the sun warms it to just the

right temperature."

"Only ten feet deep? I wouldn't think you could fit this monster in water that

shallow."

"I only need five feet for this boat. Yes, it's a motor yacht, but anything that

can fit inside a ship is a boat. Even one as big as this one." I grinned at her.

"The length of 'Conspicuous Consumption' is just over fifty-eight feet. Her beam

is just over sixteen feet. She's powered by twin six hundred-sixty horse diesel

engines, and has a draft of three feet. She carries six hundred fifty gallons of

fuel, two hundred-fifty gallons of water, and a hundred gallons of propane."

"Wow." Sharon pointed at the radar on the instrument panel. "What's that you

keep looking at?"

"Multifunction radar. It can look for other boats, as well as weather. The other

gauges are for the engines, fuel, depth gauge, and other stuff." I gave her a

run down on the meanings of all the lights and gauges, and what each meant as we

operated the boat. When she seemed to get the hang of what it all meant, I

shifted the wheel over to her side. "Here, you drive for a while. Just keep us

on this heading for a few."

She tentatively took the helm, but I could tell she was nervous. Very nervous.

"Uhm, Danny? Just how much does a motor yacht like this cost, anyway?"

"Oh, just over one-point-one million."

Her hands left the wheel like it was red-hot. She started to shake them

agitatedly. "Take it back! Take it back!"

I just laughed and shifted the wheel, again. "Alright, but you don't know what

you're missing."

She just crossed her arms under her breasts and glared at me. "That wasn't

funny. I'll probably have to work for forty years to make a million dollars, and

you just hand me the wheel like that! That kind of responsibility makes me

nervous."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm sorry, it's kind of fun to navigate a boat like

this. I thought you'd enjoy it, too. What do you think, maybe later?"

"Let me calm down some. This is supposed to be a vacation, right?" She smiled at

me to let me know it was OK.

"Yep, so let's sit back and relax a bit. Just enjoy the ride for while." I sat

back into the cushion.

Soon we were approaching my favorite anchorage, a long shallow cove with

sheltering hills to keep the wind off. It has a dogleg at the entrance, acting

as a natural jetty; keeping out the swell of the lake. I carefully ran us in,

set the aft and fore anchors, then shut down the engines. Sharon was looking at

the hills surrounding us.

"How did you find this place? I couldn't see the entrance until you brought us

in." She was shading her eyes from the evening glare.

"I got lucky. Dad flew us here when he bought the boat, and I spotted it from

the air. It took my entire first vacation to find it, even then." I grinned at

her. "Now I've got it marked on the GPS system. It's easy to find after that."

She laughed. "Like I said before, boys and their toys." She looked at me and

smiled. "It's a beautiful place, Danny. Thanks for bringing me." She hugged me,

and quickly released me before I could put my arms around her.

I responded, "You're welcome." As she backed away.

I led the way to the aft deck, and uncovered the grill. "Like I said, all the

comforts of home. Ready for dinner?"

She rubbed her tummy. "Yeah, even after pigging out at lunch, I'm hungry."

I motioned her forward. "Let me show you the galley."

I did a brief tour of the functions and features of the galley, and showed her

how to turn on the small generator to maintain electricity. You could feel the

vibration when it started up, but not as it ran. Sharon marveled that she

couldn't hear it as it ran.

"Yes, dad spared no expense on the boat. I'll have to tell you about it as we go

along." I pulled out two steaks from the icebox, and then pulled the ingredients

for the salad. "Make you a deal. How about making a salad while I grill the

steaks?"

"You're on, captain." She saluted me, with a big grin as she stood at attention.

"At ease, soldier." I grinned back. "You'd better watch out, I hear the captain

runs a tight ship."

We each fell to our tasks, and soon the salad and steak was demolished. Eating

on the open aft deck always seems to whet my appetite. We did the dishes

together, and then sat on the deck and watched the sun go down.

Sharon yawned. "Oops. Sorry, I guess I'm more worn out than I thought."

"Think nothing of it. I'm a little pooped, myself." I got up and stretched.

"We've got all the time in the world, so sleep late if you want to." I walked

over and turned on the ship marker lights. "If you have any questions, just

holler."

We went down to our respective cabins. "Goodnight." I called out, as she turned

and closed her door. I heard the lock catch.

I was up early the next morning, and decided to go for a swim. I put on my

trunks and went up on deck, stopping long enough to get the coffee ready. I

climbed down to the fantail so I could ease into the water. I put the boarding

ladder down, and climbed down into the warm waters. I luxuriated in the feeling,

swimming slowly for a half-hour. When I climbed up onto the fantail, I looked up

to see Sharon sleepily watching me from the aft deck. She was still wearing a

baggy long-sleeved shirt and pants, her hair in disarray around her head. Her

glasses had been abandoned in her forgetfulness. I thought she looked beautiful.

"Hi there, sleepyhead." I reached for the towel I had left on the covered

watercraft.

Sharon covered her yawn with her hand, waving with the other. "G'morning. I just

woke up."

"I can tell, want some coffee? I'll make breakfast, if you think you'll be

ready."

"That sounds great, coffee first. Then some breakfast."

I climbed up to the aft deck. "The coffee just needs to be turned on, then I'll

start cooking. I feel like ham and eggs this morning, how about you?"

She smiled at me, "Me, too. I slept great last night, and am starting to wake up

hungry."

Sharon followed me into the galley, and sat at the small table. Soon she was

sipping her coffee, watching me cook breakfast. "I've known you almost a year

now, and you never told me you could cook. Any other surprises?"

"Yep, I also play the accordion, tap dance, and juggle." I deadpanned while

placing breakfast on the table. She smiled at me as I seated myself across from

her.

Breakfast was quickly demolished, and Sharon insisted she wash while I dried.

Soon the last fork and plate was safely stowed away.

"What's on the agenda today?" she asked as we sat over two fresh coffees.

"Have you ever been on a personal watercraft?" I asked.

"What's a 'personal watercraft'? And no, I haven't."

"Well, the Jet Ski and jet boat are both personal watercraft, and there just

happen to be two jet boats stowed on the fantail under the tarp. How about we

play on them today?"

"I'd like to, but I didn't bring a swimsuit. I should have remembered to stop

and buy one, but forgot. Sorry, Danny." She was chewing on her lower lip.

"Not to worry, Mom left all her stuff on board. I saw at least three suits when

I boxed up her stuff. Let me go get it out, and you can see if one will fit."

Sharon looked a little surprised at me, and then a look that worried me crossed

her face. "OK. I'll look at them."

I didn't want to push her, though. "No, you don't have to if you don't want to.

You can lounge around and soak up the sun, or read, or watch satellite if you'd

rather."

She seemed to come to some decision. "I'd love to go play on the water." She

smiled, trying to appear more confident. "Now where are those suits I need to

try on?"

I brought out the box from below, and broke the tape sealing it. I dug out four

suits, and put one back because it didn't have the store tag on it. The three

were all bikinis, two were of a modest cut; but one was a thong string bikini. I

could see Sharon watching with interest as I placed them on the table. "Are you

sure? I mean, we could pull anchor and go to one of the marinas to buy you a

suit or two. I really don't mind."

I saw her square her shoulders, and she reached for the thong bikini. "No, I've

been too much trouble as is. This will do fine. Is there a wrap to go with any

of the suits?" We looked, but no wrap was among my moms' clothes.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry, mom and dad tend to follow the party crowd. I

guess appearing in a wrap instead of a bikini isn't on the agenda." I repacked

the box, leaving out the two other swimsuits, just in case. "You go change, I'll

get the jet boats ready to play."

Thirty minutes later, I was just lowering the second boat in when Sharon came on

the aft deck. She had on an old terry robe, and watched as I tied the second

boat to the cleat on the fantail. "Come on down, and I'll show you how to run

your jet boat." She visibly squared her shoulders, again. Then in one fast

motion, she tore off the robe and threw it on the aft railing. She was gorgeous.

Perfect figure, full breasts sitting high with pride, the flare of her hips

sending signals straight to the primal brain. I stared as she turned around and

climbed down the short ladder, mentally shaking myself to stop my hand from

reaching out to touch the goddess before me. I stood dumbstruck.

Sharon turned and cast fleeting glances at my face at first, and then she looked

on slightly bemused. "Earth to Danny." She quipped.

"Oh. I'm, uh, I'm sorry." I took a deep breath. "You probably already know this,

but you're a very beautiful girl. I wasn't quite ready for that."

Sharon blushed, the color racing up her breasts to the line of her neck.

"Thanks. Weren't you going to show me about the jet boat?"

I spent a few minutes explaining how to run the jet boat, and the safety

features it had. I demonstrated how to get off and on from the fantail, and how

to get on if she fell off for some reason. I then reached into the seat

compartment of my boat and pulled out some sunscreen. I turned to offer some to

Sharon, but she shook her head with a look of almost panic on her face. 'Weird',

I thought. After putting on a good coating, I gave Sharon her life vest and put

on mine. We climbed on the little jet boats, and headed out.

The first few minutes we stayed in the shelter of the bay, getting used to how

they ran. Then we headed out to do some exploring. The rest of the morning, and

into early afternoon, we played in the small waves on the lake. The shoreline

only held a few points of interest, and as we ate lunch tied together, we

decided to head back. Especially since I could see Sharon was getting a bad

sunburn. I didn't dare bring out the sun block, though. I was scared of her

earlier reaction. I wondered if she was allergic, or something.

I tied up to the fantail first, and then helped Sharon get aboard. She climbed

up to the aft deck, and I watched her climb; mesmerized by the sight. I brought

the two craft aboard, and tied them down. Sharon was waiting for me just inside

the cabin.

"Danny? I think I'm sunburned. Do you have any lotion for sunburn?" she asked.

Again, I was puzzled. She didn't want the sun block, but was asking for sunburn

cream? "I've got some very good stuff. I burn very easily, and this stuff is

great on sunburns." I motioned her below deck. "Go take a shower, wash off the

sweat. I'll put the lotion on your cabin dresser for you."

I could tell she was starting to hurt the way she moved as we went below decks.

I took the bottle of 'Afterburn' lotion to her cabin, and left it for her. I

went topside to set out the ingredients for dinner. I was just about to start

preparations when Sharon called.

"Danny? Could you come here, please?"

"Be right down." I called back. When I saw her, I almost cried. Her sunburn was

turning bright red on her neck, but she had put the terry robe back on. It had

to be killing her. "Can I help?" She looked at me, and I saw tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Danny. I put this robe on, and can't even move. Could you, Uhm,

could you help me with the lotion, please?" She was looking at the deck; she

wouldn't look at my face. I felt responsible. I felt like a heel.

Then I had a small brainstorm. "Wait just a second. I've got an idea." I rushed

to my cabin, lowered the massage table, and covered it with satin sheets. Then I

returned for Sharon. "Come with me, this should be easier on you." I grabbed the

lotion, and watched her move painfully into my cabin. She stopped and looked at

the table, just staring at it. "You need to take off the robe, and lay on the

table."

She was still staring at the table. Then she shuddered, and winced with the

pain. "I'm scared, Danny. I'm naked under the robe."

"It's OK. You can trust me. On my honor, I won't do anything but treat your

sunburn. OK?"

She sighed. "OK." Then she dropped the robe, and lay face down on the table. She

placed her face in the hole, and kept her knees tightly together. I could see

the tension in her body, even as she winced at the pain.

I worked as quickly as I could and still be gentle, laying on a thick coating of

the gel where she was burned on her back. Then I moved to her ass cheeks,

coating the upper side of her globes where they had burned. The backs of her

calves were burned, but not as bad as her neck and shoulders. I moved her

luxurious hair aside, and coated her neck and shoulders extra thick. "You'll

need to turn over, or would you rather do your front?" She didn't answer, just

rolled over. I placed the pillow under her head to try to make her more

comfortable. I tried not to stare as I continued coating her sunburn. The upper

slopes of her breasts were slightly burned, and I gently coated them. Her

nipples never got hard, even as I turned crimson in front of her. Her upper

thighs looked as bad as her shoulders, I gave them an extra coating. When I

finished, I set the bottle aside. "Don't move, try to relax. I'll be right

back." She kept her eyes off me, and just nodded.

I went to her cabin, and changed the sheets. Satin would feel better than the

cotton that was on them. Then I ran topside and started the bilge fans so I

could fire up the main generator. Two minutes later, the generator was up and

running; it's hum felt through the deck. I turned on the air conditioner for

Sharon's cabin, and grabbed some cool water to take below.

I walked into my cabin, and showed Sharon the water. "I put a straw in it so you

don't have to sit up to drink." She nodded, and I placed the straw to her lips.

"Are you feeling any better, yet?"

"Just a little. It still hurts pretty bad, though." She drank some more water,

and I removed it when she was done.

"I'm going to coat you some more, then you're going to bed in your cabin. Just

let me know if you need or want anything. I'll do my best to get it for you." I

looked directly into her eyes. "I'm sorry Sharon, I feel responsible you got

burned. I didn't know you were allergic to sunscreen."

I swear she blushed even redder. "You're right, I'm not; but I'm not ready to

explain. OK?"

"It's OK. Just rest and tell me if you feel sick or anything. I do have some

medicine on board for emergencies. In fact, before you go to your cabin, I'll

give you something for pain." I smiled gently at this naked beauty. I coated her

burns again, and went to the medicine cabinet. I knew dad had our doctor stock

the yacht just in case, each year. Yep, there it was. I opened the bottle, and

took out a dose of Demerol. I refilled Sharon's' glass, and gave her the pill.

"Take this, and let's get you into your cabin." She meekly complied.

I helped her get into her cabin, and under the sheet. She smiled, and thanked

me; the medicine was taking effect.

"I turned on the air conditioner for you. Let me know if you get too cold, or if

you want anything, OK?" She just nodded, and I left her to sleep.

I went topside, and fixed half of what I had planned for dinner. I checked on

Sharon several times before finally going to bed, myself.

In the morning, I woke before sunrise. I took a quick shower after peeking in

Sharon's cabin, then went topside and watched the dawn. The coffee must have

woken Sharon, she came topside wearing one of the other bikinis. Her burn wasn't

bad this morning, I could tell by how she was moving. "Morning. How do you feel,

today?" I asked.

"Better. It only hurts a little bit, now. Yesterday was pure agony." She poured

some coffee for herself, and sat next to me. "Thanks. That stuff you put on me

really works. Is there any more left?" She smiled as she blew on her coffee.

"Yes, I'll go get it right now." I moved to get up, but she placed her hand on

my arm to stop me. "Is there something else I can get for you?"

"No, just sit for a while." She sipped her coffee in the early morning light,

her face a study of indecision. I watched her face, trying to discern the

thoughts behind her beautiful eyes. I could tell the moment she reached a

decision. "I need to talk to you. It just isn't easy."

I took her hand, but didn't look at her face, just at the deck. "It's OK. I'm

your friend, at least I want to be your friend." I heard her sigh.

"You are my friend. My ONLY friend, actually." She took a deep breath. "Did you

ever wonder why I dressed like an old vagabond, and wore those horrible fake

glasses?"

I shook my head. "Not after you told me. You have to study hard for your grades;

you don't have time to go out. I understand, really I do."

Sharon shook her head. "It isn't the truth. Please just listen, I feel like you

deserve some sort of explanation. So here goes. You know about my parents, and

how I stayed with Gran my senior year of high school. What you don't know is

that mom and dad were very strict with me; I didn't date or go out with anyone

until after they died. I met this cute boy that seemed to be a real nice guy,

and agreed to go out one weekend. We went to a movie, and after we went to a

secluded spot. I didn't know what to do, and to make this story short; he raped

me." She took another deep breath. "Gran wanted me to go to the police, but I

couldn't do it. So she cleaned me up, and put me in bed. The next week, I

changed to a different school. With the clothes you saw, and the glasses, I

wasn't very popular. People left me alone, and I was happy."

She squeezed my hand. "When I met you, I felt you were different. I agreed to

study with you, and came to enjoy talking with you. When you asked me out, I

almost freaked. After you just took me to dinner, I felt foolish, I was ashamed

and afraid you knew. But you just kept being my friend."

"Yesterday, when I was naked in front of you, I was too terrified to speak or

move. Even the pain wasn't as bad as that. You could have done anything to me,

but you didn't even try to feel me up. You only touched me where I was burned. I

knew you were going to rape me, and I was ashamed of my fear when you didn't. I

saw how you looked at me in that bikini, and know what that look means. That's

why I was so scared when you held out the sunscreen bottle. I thought you wanted

to put it on me. That scared me, scared me a lot. I should have trusted you. I

trust you now." She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "You're my friend."

I blushed, and blinked back a tear. "Thank you. I won't betray that trust. If

you think I am, just tell me or give me a swift kick or something. OK?"

Sharon smiled and held out her hand. "Shake on it, and you've got a deal."

I gently shook her hand; I could see her wince some. "Is the sunburn OK? Why

don't I go get that sunburn cream?" I rose to leave.

Sharon followed right behind. "I'll go with you. Would you do me a favor and put

it on me again? Please?"

"Uhm, OK. Sure. If that's what you want, that is." My desire to see her naked

again was probably written across my forehead. And I was blushing.

Sharon laughed a soft laugh. "Yes. I'd like that, please."

We went back to my cabin, I lowered the table, and Sharon got on. She had shed

her suit, and was lying naked in my cabin, again. I started at her shoulders,

moving her hair aside to coat her skin with the lotion. I used extra on the twin

globes of her ass, then went to her calves. She had her legs spread slightly

this time, and I could just see her cleft. I rearranged my erection before going

back to her shoulders to apply a second coat.

I asked her to roll over, and she rolled over with no hesitation. She looked at

my face and smiled when I placed the small pillow under her head. I put more

lotion on her arms and shoulders, then moved to the upper slopes of her breasts.

I noticed their feel this time, soft and yielding; her nipples were crinkled and

erect.I moved lower, and she spread her legs slightly, watching my expression as

I smoothed the lotion on her thighs; my hands so close to paradise.I finished,

and moved to the head of the table. Sharon reached up, and gently stroked my

face.

"Thank you, Danny. That feels so nice." I took her hand and kissed the palm.

"You're welcome. Let this last coat dry, then join me topside. I'll go get

breakfast ready. OK?" Sharon smiled and nodded.

I went topside and fixed French toast for breakfast. Sharon appeared wearing the

suit she had taken off earlier. The rest of the day was spent just lounging,

some small talk, and reading some of the books we had brought along. That night

Sharon took a shower, and asked me to put more lotion on. I was happy to comply.

Our third day of vacation, some weather moved in, so we spent the time inside

reading. Sharon tried to play a game of chess, but wasn't in my league. Instead,

I tried to explain why I did each move, and what could be done to counter it.

The sky cleared, and the sun came out, just after dinnertime.

"Didn't you say you had satellite?" Sharon asked.

"Yes, I have to align the dish, but that's easy enough to do. Do you want to

watch a movie or something?" I replied.

"Yeah, something like that." She smiled at me. "Can I help set it up?"

"Sure, just watch the receiver and tell me when the meter is strongest." I went

to the panel that hid the A/V equipment, and showed her what to look for. With

Sharon's help the dish was fired up in no time.

We settled on the couch next to each other with some Jiffy Pop, and I lowered

the projection screen. We picked a movie to watch, and turned to the channel.

Sharon put my arm around her, and snuggled close; laying her head on my

shoulder. I could smell the strawberry fragrance of her shampoo, and feel the

swell of her breast against my chest. When the movie ended, Sharon asked if we

could take a bathroom break; and then watch another one. I decided that was a

splendid idea.

When she came back she was wearing some silk pajamas that had been in mothers

clothes. Her breasts swayed as she walked, so I could tell she didn't have on a

bra. The short silk skirt framed her sexy legs, and moved teasingly with each

step. "I hope your mom doesn't mind I borrowed this. Is it OK?" She pirouetted

and posed, holding up her hands.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Yeah, it looks great on you, too." I could

swear I didn't see any panties when she spun in front of me. Sharon snuggled

back next to me, and laid her hands on my lap. I'm certain she could feel the

lump in my swimsuit grow as my erection filled with blood.

Sharon kept gently stroking my bare leg as the movie progressed, only pausing to

take my hand and place it on her breast. I gently squeezed and stroked her

breast through the thin material, her nipple rock hard against my palm.

She looked up at me, and removed her hand from my lap to pull me into a kiss;

her hand returning to it's newfound home. Our kiss deepened, my tongue dueling

with hers, tasting her mouth. Our breathing was fast and deep, sharing the

oxygen between us as we kissed.

Sharon broke the kiss, and moved her head up on my shoulder so she could whisper

in my ear. "I like this. Being next to you, held by you, touched and touching

you; all these things feel so good to me." She kissed my ear. "I want to be more

than just friends, Danny. I want to be your girlfriend, your girl, whatever you

want to call it. Please Danny?" She lifted her head, and was looking in my eyes.

I could see both excitement, and fear in her face. I wondered if she could see

it in mine.

I smiled at her. "Only if you could agree to one condition."

"You ask it, and it's yours." She laid her head on my shoulder again.

"No matter what else happens, I don't want to lose my study partner. She's my

best friend, and I care for her." Her head jerked up in surprise.

"Do you really mean that?" She whispered.

"Yes, I do."

Sharon pulled me into another kiss that started with passion, and kept going.

When we pulled apart, she said; "Deal." Then she was kissing me again, pulling

me towards her; down onto the couch. I lay with my arm under her; she had her

arms around my neck, holding our kiss. I placed my hand on her breast and felt

the nipple harden even more as I moved the soft silk across it. I shifted my

hand back and forth, softly caressing her breasts and nipples. Sharon eased her

hold on me, and I pulled back to look at her face.

She pushed her breast into my hand, and whispered. "Lower."

"You sure?" I inquired.

"Yes, more than anything else. I'm sure." And then she pulled me back to her

hungry kisses.

My hand moved lower, and Sharon raised her knee, placing her foot on the top of

the couch. I slowly pulled up her skirt, and followed her thigh to find her

already wet. I had been right about the panties. I gathered the wetness and

brought it up to her clit, wetting it, caressing it; sending shivers through her

body. I dipped into her well, plunging only a short way, tracing a path back and

forth for her pleasure. Soon she was gasping, crying out softly in her first

orgasm given by a man. I gently stroked my finger shallowly within her gates as

she rode the pleasure.

When she came down I was pulled into another kiss as I gently stirred her sex.

"Oh, Danny!" she cried, looking in my eyes. I brought my finger up and tasted

her, looking at her as I did. Her eyes widened, she looked away, then returned

to my gaze; the fire burning visibly in her stare.

"Danny, make love to me. I've never made love before, and I want you to be my

first. Please, Danny?"

I returned my hand to her soft breast. "If that's what you really want, I will;

but let's go to my cabin where it's more comfortable."

"I want it, Danny. I want you."

We rose and walked hand in hand to my cabin. She sat on the bed, and reached for

my swimsuit, peeling it off my hips and down to the floor. She then crossed her

arm under her breasts and pulled her top of over her head, then scooted back

onto the bed as I followed. She raised her hips, allowing me to pull the short

skirt down over her sexy legs. I kissed up the inside of each leg as she spread

them, encouraging my path. I paused at her gates, tasting her from bottom to

top, and then plunging my tongue within her.

She shivered and whined. "Oh, God. Please, Danny. I'm ready. I want you in me, I

need you in me. Please!"

I left her cleft reluctantly, and kissed up her torso; only briefly suckling

each breast. Sharon's breath was raspy, urgent. Her hand caught my turgid member

and guided me to her entrance. I pushed forward slowly, but Sharon pushed back

faster. She rocked her hips and seesawed trying to get me inside her faster. It

was agonizingly tight, but also very wet. I could feel the muscles of her vagina

kneading and pulling until I was finally engulfed within her.

I rose up to watch her face as I started to move within her. Slow deep short

strokes, then some long quick strokes, followed by more deep slow strokes. I

watched her eyes as they went from wide to narrow slits as she came again, her

sugar walls milking me for the seed I could deliver.

When her eyes opened a little wider, I asked. "Sharon, what about birth control?

Are you on the pill or anything?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm not, but I don't care. Come in me, Danny. I love

you, Danny." Her eyes were shut, again.

I moved my hips forward and around, stirring deeply in her sex as she came. As

her eyes opened again, I began a longer stroke, reaching for my own release. I

could feel the walls of her vagina clamp down, Sharon was using her muscles to

try to make me climax as she watched my face. I could feel the tension rise, and

pulled out at the last moment; using my hand to finish on Sharon's stomach. I

lay gently on her, keeping most of my weight on my elbows.

Sharon was playing with my hair. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I

wouldn't mind you staying inside me." She kissed my forehead.

"I know, but what is said in the heat of passion may sometime be regretted

later." I nuzzled a breast. "Besides, I meant what I said. No matter what else

happens, I want to keep my friend. I do really care for you, Sharon." I was also

deathly afraid of falling in love with someone that didn't love me. That only

said words to get to me. I didn't think Sharon was like that, not really, but

old defenses only come down slowly.

"I really care for you, too, Danny. These past few days I've been looking at

what you mean to me. The thoughts of it have been scaring me a little. I really

do think that I'm in love with you. I understand you have to trust before you

can really love someone. I trust you with my life, Danny. I also know it's hard

for you to trust anyone that wants to be your girlfriend. But please realize

that just like you aren't like most guys, I'm not like most girls; not when it

involves you." She kissed me. "Let's go clean up a little. Sex is messy." She

was smiling.

We 'cleaned up', and got back in my bed. Soon we were fast asleep, holding each

other as we dreamed.

The next morning we both slept late, the light filtering in the overhead hatch

finally woke me. I was spooned against Sharon's back, one arm under my head, the

other holding her soft breast. I gently squeezed it, and softly rubbed the

nipple, bringing both it and her awake. She snuggled back against my morning

erection.

"Mmm. Good morning. I slept well, did you?" she murmured sleepily.

"Yes. Having a bed partner seems to agree with me." She 'hmmph'd at me. "OK,

having YOU as a bed partner seems to agree with me."

She snuggled, again. "That's better." She arched her back, bringing her hips up.

Then she reached down and placed me at her entrance. Working together, we

managed to get two-thirds of me inside her. "I like that feeling." She started

rocking her hips, making a delicious sensation for us both.

Before this went too far, I felt that we should talk. "Sharon, I still don't

have any protection. Be careful."

She slowed her movements until it was just a gentle reciprocation. "I know. I

have thought about it. I do love you. I know that now. Being with your child

wouldn't be the end of the world, you know. Answer me this. If I did become

pregnant with your baby, would you abandon me? Would you abandon our child?"

"No, that I would not do. I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm just afraid still, I guess."

"I know that. I trust you, and I love you. But I won't ever demand that you

marry me if I get pregnant. I'm not trying to trap you with my feminine wiles,

Danny. Do you trust me about that?" She gripped me inside herself.

I moaned. "When you do that it's hard to decide." She giggled. "Yes, I trust you

Sharon. I really do trust you."

"Good." Then she started to move her hips, strongly gripping me with her vagina

as we moved together. I could feel her muscles flutter, and then she shivered

and moaned. I grasped her hip, and began thrusting faster; my own climax wasn't

far off.

Sharon placed her hand over mine on her hip. "That's good. Come for me, lover.

Come inside me. I want to feel your heat spread as you fill me with your seed.

Come for me, Danny."

I moaned, "Ooohhhaaahhhnnnnggg!" or something equally coherent, as I granted her

request.

We lay for a few minutes more, basking in the afterglow of our love for each

other. Yes. Our love for each other, I knew it was true for me as well as for

her. I trusted her long before this. I was falling for her long before this. I

pulled her close, and told her. Her only answer was that she already knew.

We had found each other. We had become our own family. Even a baby would only

add to this. We were no longer orphans.
El Gato