We were now the three musketeers, that would be me, David Miller, Carol my wife and our business partner Ted Williams. On this truly gorgeous spring day in southern California we walked hurriedly down the wooden dock toward the object of our desire, to the temporary slip where she awaited us We walked in hurried eager steps along what seemed to be a never ending path, until we finally rounded that last turn.
And there she was. God she was beautiful, and sexy, a 51 foot Beneteau, a French built sloop that we had just bought. All three of us stood there staring at her like eager lovers. For the next two hours we went over her from stem to stern, touching, feeling, checking to be sure everything was just as we had ordered: the roller reefing jib and mainsail, the various extra sails, the anchors, the LORAN and GPS navigational aids, the normal and special rigging, and on and on. It was all perfect. Now that we were sure that all was as specified and she was truly ready, we cranked up the diesel, cast off, motored out of San Diego harbor and soon had her under full sail... It was unfuckingbelievable!
For the first time in my life I started to believe my dream might really come true. We were going to sail this beautiful boat, from San Diego to Australia and back. It had been a dream of mine for more years than I could recall and after a lot of long conversations it had also become a dream of Carol's and then later, to our delight, Ted's. The three of us were really going to do it.
But I am way ahead of myself, let me back up and make some introductions. This all started when I was a junior in college majoring in Marine Engineering. That's where I met Carol, also a junior and with the same major. That was pretty unbelievable too. Not many females were interested in sailboat design, even more, especially beautiful females like Carol. She was a drop dead gorgeous blonde with a deep tan. And a body to die for. But she usually was dressed in baggy jeans and baggier t-shirts, ready to go sailing at the drop of a hat.
But there was another side of Carol I was to learn. A real no nonsense lady, sure of what she wanted, and not the least bit afraid to let you know what that was. Carol was the most free individual I have ever known. She operated on "Carol's rules" and none else. Those rules became clear over time and became dear to me as we grew toward each other rapidly.
When I got to know her she freely admitted to being pleasure seeking, pain avoiding and sex was her favorite pleasure. As long as no one got hurt, physically, mentally or emotionally, all was fair in love and sex, who needs war? Guilt over any past sexual experience was a waste of time. And finally it is almost as much fun to give pleasure as it is to receive it. There were other minor rules but they were less important.
We dated after a fashion, more like just hanging together, we had decided we liked each other, and then spent a lot of time in bed together. Our first time was a golden bullet for me. The way it came about was unique in my somewhat limited experience too... We were sitting over coffee one morning at the Student Union Building before class. We had been in several classes together, had coffee and shot the breeze a lot about everything, done a couple of meals but no real dates. This morning as she sipped her coffee she looked at me and I felt like I was being dissected, analyzed and mentally pigeon holed. I was about to ask her what was going on in that head of hers when she said, "Would you like to fuck me?"
The next 24 hours were spent in her bed. As we entered her bedroom our clothes flew. I got my first good look at her nude body and it was even better than I had dreamed. She was a wet dream in anyone's mind, nice full upturned breasts, hard little nipples, a small tight waist and the cutest ass I had ever seen. Her mound was neatly trimmed showing her swollen pussy lips between long beautiful legs. She pushed me on my back on the bed and I felt her mouth engulf my hard cock. I soon was returning the oral favors and then did we ever fuck. There was little we didn't do in a fit of sexual urgency. We rested and then looked at each other, smiled and started all over. This went on for a couple of days, with food and sleep breaks, skipping all classes. Then we knew we wanted a lot more of each other... a lot more. Somewhere in there we moved in together for a glorious year where I knew I was the luckiest man alive. Everything was perfect with Carol, the sailing, the wit, the fun, the sex, and more sex, and more sex. Carol thought sex was like breathing, something essential to life.
But then we broke up over something really stupid I said one night when I thought she had been flirting too much, with a guy she had been to bed with in the past. We had been to a pretty wild party, some of our friends were openly fucking all over the place. I was pretty drunk and I saw her talking to a guy she had admitting fucking before we met. I jealously made a stupid joke about how many of the guys here she had fucked. Asking her if was trying for slut of the year. She looked like I had slapped her and she quietly left the party. And then I didn't have the intelligence to eat shit and apologize for my words. Rather I bowed my stubborn neck and tried to bluster my way through when I got home and found her sitting there waiting for me. As soon as it had happened I knew I had screwed up big time. Nobody could come close to being near the perfect one for me like Carol was. When it was clear to her that I wasn't going to be adult about the problem she moved out.
I was hurt and stunned when she moved out. Then after some time and I hadn't yet moved to get her back, she started dating again... so I did too but it never was the same. We would see each other on the campus and speak softly to one another with big eyes. When I heard she had moved in with this other guy it really hurt. I guess I got used to it cause when I would see her after that I still wanted her. I knew with her appetite for sex what must be going on but I didn't care. I wanted her to be with me in every way again. We spoke warmly when we ran into each other and it seemed to me we looked at each other longingly. I know what was in my mind.
Then before I knew it graduation was coming up on us and I knew I had to do something. I was not going to let her get away. I checked her schedule and lay in wait for her. I had to talk to her. I was scared to death, what if she just brushed me off. As expected I saw her walking toward me. God she was beautiful and sexy and wonderful and more. When I called to her, she smiled and waved. I was standing under this huge tree looking back and waiting for her to join me. When she did we stood there awkwardly looking at each other, I felt pretty tentatively but after a long pause I blurted out, "Carol... I was so wrong, stupid. I still love you and I have to ask, do you love the guy you are living with?"
I saw the instant tears in her eyes and thought it was all over but then she smiled and lunged at me wrapping her arms around my neck and I felt her full lips on mine. The kiss was like we had never been apart. When we finally broke she looked up at me and said, "I never stopped loving you. I thought you hated me."
The next thing I knew we were in my apartment in bed fucking our heads off just like old times. It went on and on, different positions, different openings, until finally we lay gasping and totally exhausted for that moment. When we could speak she propped herself up on one elbow, her full breast waving nicely in front of my face.
She smiled and said softly, "Thank you my darling for doing this today. I have wanted to say those same words to you ever since we broke up. I just didn't have the guts. I'm so glad you did."
I kissed the tip of her nose and said, "Now what?"
"Is there anyone living here with you now?"
"No, Sue got pissed off at me cause I kept calling her Carol every time we had sex and she moved out last week."
Carol laughed and said, "I'm so glad." Then she looked at me and said in a shy little voice, "Can I come back? At least then you can get the name right."
"Absolutely, but what about what's-his-name?"
"Billy? He is a sweety, we both always knew it was temporary. It was mostly for the sex. He is almost as good as you David. I told him everything about us and I know he will be glad for us. Besides he has his eye on his French teacher."
I felt this sinking feeling in my stomach as I thought of my love spreading her long trim legs for Billy. Laying in bed with him just like the two of us were. Intellectually I knew Carol had to have sex just as I did and I could deal with that. But I also felt a rush of emotions, jealousy, anger, excitement... and I realized I had another hard on. Carol noticed it too with no idea what caused it and she immediately tried to swallow all of me. Damn life was good again.
Later that day we drove over to where she and Billy were living together. Carol used her key and we walked in unannounced. Billy was sitting on the couch in his boxer shorts watching a porn tape. His cock stood out the front of his shorts in his hand and it was big. He saw me and jumped up stuffing his cock away as best he could.
Carol laughed and said, "Are you watching those fuck flicks again. God Billy don't you ever get enough?"
He looked at both of us and smiled sheepishly as he said simply, "No."
It really felt strange to stand there talking to this guy with his hard on, while a fuck flick played on TV, with my girl friend there too, who the night before had been his girl friend. Carol picked up the remote and turned the TV off and said, "Put a robe on Billy, we have to talk."
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