Chapter 19

Kyle woke me up by kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. He kissed my lips when I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back.

“Good morning, sexy. Ready to go fishing?” Kyle asked.

I pulled him down, wrapped my arms around him, and wiggled. “No, it’s too early.”

Kyle snuggled against me and nibbled on my earlobe, causing me to tilt my head so he would quit. “You’re tickling me, Kyle.”

“If you get up, I’ll stop.”

“Okay, I’m getting up.” I chuckled, knowing Kyle was anxious to try salmon fishing. “Do we have time to take a shower? I’m kind of messy from last night.”

“Yup. Sorry about last night, baby.”

“What are you sorry about?” I wiggled away and sat up.

“About not satisfying you.”

I leaned closer to Kyle. “Who says I wasn’t satisfied?”

“You didn’t come, did you?” I shook my head. “Well, I should have paid more attention to you.”

“The fact I didn’t have an orgasm doesn’t mean I wasn’t satisfied. On the contrary, knowing you were happy is gratifying to me.”

“That’s nice, but you make me come a lot more than I do it for you.”

I chuckled. “Sweetie, I’m not keeping score, and neither should you. Don’t you think our relationship should be more than who came and who didn’t?”

Kyle grinned, kissed me, and gave me a hug. “How did I get so lucky and find a great girl like you?”

“I’m as lucky as you are, sweetie, maybe luckier.”

“Come on, let’s take our shower. I can’t wait to wash you.”

I kissed Kyle. “I can’t wait until you do.”

When we went into the head, I sat on the toilet while Kyle started the shower. I wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable about him being there. When I finished, I joined Kyle in the stall. He took the showerhead off the hook, wet me down, moved the spray between my legs, and pointed it up to drench my crotch. I spread my legs and enjoyed the feeling.

Kyle soaped me up, then rinsed me. He shampooed my hair, and I did the same for him. While I moved my fist over his hard cock, he groaned and thrust his hips.

Kyle pushed my hand away, sat me on the seat, knelt, pried my legs apart, and began kissing me, starting at my knee, and moving to my pussy. He used his finger and tongue to excite me, and I began to wiggle and moan. It only took Kyle a few minutes to bring me to the edge of an orgasm. I held his head, rocking my hips as his finger moved in and out, his tongue thumping against my clit.

I threw my head back, hitting it on the wall, and let out a yelp as my climax ripped through my body. Kyle held on to me as I thrashed around on the seat, keeping his mouth attached to my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit. Curling his finger deep in me, Kyle touched a spot inside my pussy, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

Kyle noticed my reaction and continued to move his finger. I let go of his head, grabbed my legs behind my knees, and pulled them back. I told him not to stop what he was doing with his finger.

My last orgasm was the strongest. I jerked so much that I slid off the seat and landed on the shower deck. Kyle grabbed me and pulled me up, asking if I was okay.

“Okay? I’m so much better than okay. I’m, I don’t know what I am. You found something in my pussy, and it drove me wild when you touched it.” I was gasping for breath and grinning at the same time.

Kyle helped me. I felt his cock against my stomach and reached between us so I could touch him. After rubbing his cock for a moment, I put one foot on the seat and pulled him between my legs. Kyle slid into my overheated pussy and grabbed my hips.

“I read about something called the G spot. I wonder if that’s what I touched?” Kyle pushed into me and held still for a moment.

“I don’t know, but I know why they call it the G spot if it is.” I moved my hips as his cock slid in and out a little. “Gee, it feels good!”

Kyle chuckled and began to move on his own. I grabbed his bottom and pulled him against me, groaning as his cock impaled me.

“This feels good too. I need you to screw me now.” I tried to match Kyle’s thrusts, making our wet bodies slap together. “Tell me when you’re going to come.”

Kyle grunted and continued to thrust in and out of me. I already had several incredible orgasms and was more interested in making Kyle come than I was in having another one, making our coupling fun.

“Do you think you and Steve will catch any fish today?” I grunted between each word. Kyle looked into my eyes and screwed up his face. When he didn’t answer, I gripped him with my vaginal muscles.

“I’m getting close, Trish!”

I pulled away, made his cock slip out of my pussy, sat on the seat, and began to pump his shaft. He put both hands against the wall and thrust his cock into my fist. When I felt him swell and groan, I leaned forward to take him into my mouth.

Before I could get my lips around his dick, he shot a thick stream of semen against my nose and cheek. I pumped harder, causing him to hit my chin with his second discharge, popped his throbbing cock into my mouth, and felt the last few surges coat my tongue.

I sucked him for a moment, rolling my tongue around the head of his cock. Kyle groaned and pushed off the wall to stand up as I removed his dick from my mouth. Looking up at him, I used my finger to scrape his cum off my face and into my mouth.

Kyle smiled as I put on the sexy display, then I stood up. Turned on the water and washed my face in the spray. When I turned back to Kyle, he stood and shook his head.

“Why didn’t you want me to come inside you, Trish?”

I kissed his cheek and gave him a hug. “I didn’t want to leak all day.” I went to kiss his cheek again, but he turned his head, and our mouths met. I felt this tongue prying at my lips and opened my mouth to accept it. After our kiss, I said, “Besides, I love the taste when you come in my mouth.”

We got out of the shower and dried off. When we returned to the stateroom, I looked at the clock for the first time.

“Kyle! It’s only four-thirty!” I put my hands on my hips and stared at him, trying not to laugh. I knew he was excited about fishing and couldn’t blame him for getting up early. “I thought you said you wanted to start fishing at six.”

Kyle smiled at me. “Sorry, I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

Shaking my head, I chuckled and said, “It’s a good thing you fucked me. If you hadn’t, I might be mad.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you mad. Do you want to go back to bed for an hour?”

“No, I’m up now. I’ll take a nap while you’re driving to Presque Isle. Let’s get dressed. I need coffee!”

Kyle and I began to dress. I decided on my nylon warm-up suit and put it on over a pair of bikini panties and a matching purple bra. After grabbing my new sweatshirt, Kyle and I headed to the galley. As we passed Lindy and Steve’s room, I heard talking. I knocked on the door and yelled, “Good morning.”

The door opened, and Lindy smiled at me. “I think these two had this planned. It’s not even five yet.”

“I know, but I don’t mind.” I winked at Lindy and grinned.

“You too? Now I know they planned it. Steve and I will be up in a few minutes.”

Lindy closed the door, and I went up to the galley. Kyle was fiddling with the coffee maker, trying to figure out how to make it work. I came up behind him, put my arms around his waist, and hugged him. Kyle asked what he should do, so I told him how to make the coffee. Once the coffee was brewing, I turned him around.

“Did you and Steve plan on getting up this early, Kyle?”

“No. I got up and came up here at four and found Steve sitting at the table. We both decided to get you and Lindy up early to go fishing. I hope you’re not mad.”

“I’m not. Let’s get the cereal and bowls out. We’ll have a quick breakfast so we can get going.”

Kyle thanked me with a warm kiss and began getting the bowls out of the cabinet. I went to the refrigerator and got the milk and juice. When Lindy and Steve came up, we all sat down and ate.

“Go get the boat started, Kyle. Lindy and I will take care of the dishes.”

“Thanks, Trish,” Steve said, kissing Lindy and me on the cheek. Kyle also thanked us and gave each of us a peck.

“Those two are a riot,” Lindy said as she gathered the bowls and spoons.

“No kidding, I love them to pieces. Kyle was very sexy this morning.”

“So was Steve.”

We laughed and cleaned up the galley. After washing the dishes, we went to the cockpit to see how the boys were doing. Kyle had the engines running, and Steve disconnected the power and water. I went up to the flying bridge and took the helmsman’s seat. Kyle and Steve untied the dock lines, and I pulled out.

It was still dark, so I watched for the lights on other boats. The radar showed the river’s mouth was open as we made our way out to the lake. We ran out slowly to where the man and his son had told us to start fishing.

“Kyle, I’m going to slow the boat down. We’re over one hundred twenty feet of water.”

Kyle acknowledged me, so I pulled the throttles back, opened the trolling valves, and slowed the boat to two miles an hour. After setting the autopilot, I looked down to watch Kyle and Steve. They seemed clumsy as they set the rods but managed to get the downrigger lines into the water.

I split my time between watching the guys and looking forward. Once they got the two rods with the dispy divers out, they stood and watched the rods. We trolled to the depth the man told us to, and then I made a sweeping turn. I watched the fish finder for a few minutes and finally spotted a mark on the screen.

“We marked a fish at fifty feet, Kyle,” I said as I leaned over the rail and looked down.

“Thanks, baby. We’ll change the depth on the downriggers.”

After making two passes, Lindy looked down at the guy. “Hey, are you two going to catch any fish?”

“Yeah, we’ll catch them, wait and see,” Steve said.

“Sure, you will. I’ll bet you guys don’t catch a thing.”

“What do you want to bet,” I heard Steve yell.

“Trish and I will remove a piece of clothing every time you catch a fish.”

“Hey, I’m not sure I want to get in on this bet, Lindy. It’s a little cold out here this morning. Besides, what are the guys going to bet?” I said.

Lindy chuckled. “Hey, you guys have to take something off every half-hour if you don’t catch anything.”

“You’re on!” Steve replied. “We’ll tie them onto the outrigger. You do the same!”

Lindy sat down next to me, laughing out loud. “Those two are going to be freezing their balls off, Trish. I can’t wait until they lose their pants!”

“I hope you’re right, or we’ll be freezing our boobs off.”

“It’s easy. Just don’t drive the boat where the fish are.”

“It wouldn’t be fair. Besides, I want the boys to catch fish. It’ll make their day. I hope they wait until it warms up a little, though.”

I took down the microphone, turned the radio to channel sixty-eight, and called for the Lucky Lady. When I got an answer, I asked how they were doing. The man on the radio said they hadn’t caught any fish yet, but things should pick up when the sun rose. I asked where he was, and he said he was straight out of the river in one hundred fifty feet of water. Checking the radar, I saw a blip on the screen I felt could be them.

After chatting briefly, the man said he would call if they found any fish.

We trolled for half an hour, then Lindy leaned over the rail and told Kyle and Steve they owed us a piece of clothing. Lindy went down the ladder and came back up with two tee shirts. She tied them to the starboard outrigger and sat down. She laughed and said she agreed to let them keep their sweatshirts so they wouldn’t get too cold.

The sun was peeking over the horizon when Lindy and I heard Kyle yell they had a fish on. I set the autopilot, got up, and stood at the rail so I could watch the action. Kyle was holding one of the rods and cranking on the reel. A few minutes later, Steve netted their first fish. While Kyle removed the hook, Steve went to the cabin and returned with his video camera. He taped Kyle as he picked up the fish and held it out.

“Good job, sweetie,” I yelled.

I turned to Lindy, grinned, and said, “We owe a piece of clothing.”

After unzipping my sweatshirt and taking it off, I removed my top and handed it to Lindy. She grinned and did the same. Lindy tied the two tank tops to the port outrigger as I put my sweatshirt back on and watched our shirts flap in the breeze.

I called the Lucky Lady and told them we had caught a fish in one hundred forty feet of water. When asked what we caught it on, I asked Kyle and relayed what he told me. The man said good luck and signed off.

Kyle came up to the flying bridge a little while later and handed Lindy his and Steve’s sweatshirts. He didn’t say a word as he grinned and returned to the cockpit. Lindy and I laughed as she tied the sweatshirts on the outrigger with their tee shirts. When Steve came up half an hour later with their jeans, I felt sorry for them.

“Let’s call off the bet, Lindy. I don’t want the guys to catch a cold,” I said.

“It’ll serve them right for shooting off their mouths.”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to spend the rest of the week nursing them. I want Kyle to be able to screw me and mess around.”

“You’re right. We don’t want the boys out of commission,” Lindy said.

Lindy and I laughed after we glanced over the rail and saw Kyle and Steve in their boxers and deck shoes.

“Now, isn’t this the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, Trish?”

“The cutest thing I’ve ever seen is what’s in Kyle’s boxers.”

“Here you go. We don’t want you to be sick.” Lindy tossed the jeans down to the guys. “Put your pants back on! We want you to be ready and able to have fun later.”

“Thanks, it’s cold down here.” As he finished his sentence, one of the downrigger rods sprang up.

“Kyle, I think you have a fish on,” I said as I pointed.

Steve sprang for the rod, pulled it out of the holder, and began fighting the fish in his underwear. I went back to the helm and watched ahead of us as Steve tried to reel the fish in. No other boats were near us, so I turned around to watch.

Kyle was also without his pants as he stood ready with the net. When Steve got the fish to the stern, Kyle tried to net it, but he missed, cut the line, and the fish disappeared. Steve started cursing and getting upset.

“Sorry, Steve. It isn’t as easy as it looks. We’ll catch another one.”

“I know, but losing such a nice fish is hard.”

I felt sorry for Kyle. He looked dejected because of what happened. As my heart went out to him, another rod went off, and all seemed forgotten. Steve fought the fish, and Kyle was able to successfully net it. I called the Lucky Lady and told the two men our news. The man said he and his son had caught three fish and had a fourth on. He said he had to go, and the radio went silent.

“I thought they were going to call us,” Lindy said.

“Yeah, so did I. I guess we’ll have to do it without their help.”

We fished until ten o’clock before Kyle and Steve pulled the lines. The guys caught three fish and had them in the hold. I turned the boat toward the marina to clean the catch before heading to Presque Isle.

On the way in, we saw the Lucky Lady in the river. I pulled our boat into a slip, and the guys tied it up. When Kyle started pulling the fish out of the hold, we realized we didn’t have a cooler to take them to the cleaning station. Lindy and I offered to go to the store and get something to transport the fish while Kyle and Steve washed down the cockpit.

We saw the man and his son carrying their cooler to the cleaning station on our way to the store. I waved, said hi, and asked how they did. The man said they caught four and lost two.

“We caught three and lost one,” I told him. “My boyfriend hit the line with the net and cut it.”

The older man grinned and nodded his head. “We all do it. My son and I don’t do it often anymore, but we still lose one occasionally.”

The son chuckled. “You guys did great for your first time out. Dad and I fished for three days before we caught our first fish.”

“Thanks, I’ll tell Kyle and Steve what you said,” Lindy said.

“Where’s your dad’s boat? We didn’t see you out there?” The son asked.

Lindy turned and pointed at our boat. “Over there.”

“You’re on the Viking?” the older man asked.

“Yes, that’s my dad’s boat,” I told them.

After telling the men about our trip, Lindy and I went to the store and bought a cooler with wheels to pull it rather than carrying it. Randy told us we did very well for our first time, as the man and his son did. We returned to the boat and told Kyle and Steve what the men had told us.

“I guess I don’t feel quite as bad,” Kyle said. “I have to learn how to take my time.”

We went to the fish cleaning station after Kyle and Steve loaded the three fish into the cooler. They cleaned the fish, messing one up. We went back to the boat and prepared to leave when we finished.

Once out of the harbor, I turned the boat over to Kyle and went below with Lindy. Both of us were tired but decided to take care of the beds before taking a nap. I helped Lindy in her stateroom, then she helped me. We changed the sheets and put the dirty laundry in the washing machine to wash later.

“We sure seem to have a lot of dirty laundry,” Lindy said.

“At least a lot of dirty sheets. I know how to stop it, but I don’t think you’d like it.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’ll wash the sheets. How was your night last night?” Lindy asked.

“Nice. Yours?”

“Hot! Steve did me in the butt the second time we did it.”

“I wondered why you looked like you were walking with a pole up your ass this morning.”

Lindy grinned and nodded. “It doesn’t hurt, but I know it happened. I love it when he does my ass.”

I nodded and finished putting the clean sheets on the bed. I unzipped my sweatshirt, removed my sweatpants, stretched out on the freshly made bed, and pulled the blanket over me.

“I’m going to take a nap, Lindy.”

Lindy stripped to her panties and tee shirt and climbed into the bed. She stretched out on the opposite side of me and covered herself.

“Me too. No sense in messing up two beds.” Lindy chuckled. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I shook my head. “Not as long as you keep your hands to yourself.”

Lindy reached over, put her hand on my back, and rubbed me. “Darn, I thought you’d want to mess around.”

“Sorry, you don’t have a dick.”

Lindy and I laughed. She pulled her hand away, rolled onto her side, facing away from me, and pulled the blanket up around her neck. “Are you going to set the alarm?”

“Yeah, I guess I should. I’ll set it for an hour. It should be long enough.”

I set the clock, rolled onto my side, and pulled my legs up. Hugging my pillow, I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

When the alarm went off, I hit the snooze button. I felt Lindy against me, but she scooted closer until our bottoms touched when I moved away. Ten minutes later, the alarm sounded again. Once again, I hit the snooze button. Lindy groaned, rolled over, and put her arm around me.

I remained still, waiting to see if she was kidding around or sleeping. When her hand moved against my stomach, I sucked in a deep breath. I tried to scoot away, but Lindy held me to her as her hand moved up to my breasts and began squeezing one.

“Lindy, are you sleeping?”

“No, I’m playing with your tit. Can’t you tell?” Lindy laughed and continued to rub my boob. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes, you shouldn’t be playing with me.”

“Why? You have nice tits. I like touching them.”

I didn’t try to remove her hand, something I should have done. “Because you shouldn’t feel me up, Lindy!”

“Okay, I’ll stop playing with your boob.” Lindy removed her hand and put it on my crotch. “If you don’t want me to play with your boob, I’ll play with your pussy instead.”

Lindy’s hand moved lightly over my mons. She used her fingertips to apply pressure against me in the same places I did when I played with myself. When she pulled me onto my back, I didn’t resist.

I moaned as she pushed her hand between my legs, relaxed the muscles in my legs, parting them as her hand moved lower, and began to pet my pussy. I let out a soft moan and opened my legs a little wider. Lindy put her fingers on each side of my labia and rubbed me.

When Lindy kissed my neck, I jerked. She pressed her lips against me and covered my throat with pecking kisses. I felt my body responding and leaned into her as Lindy slipped her hand into my panties. Then the alarm buzzed and snapped me out of my lustful fog.

I moved away, sat up, and got out of bed. After turning off the alarm, I looked down at Lindy. She was grinning, then she laughed. After a moment, I joined in her laughter.

“Lindy, you’re so bad! Why did you try to seduce me?”

“I don’t know. To see what you would do, I guess. I was only fooling around, you know.”

I nodded. Maybe Lindy was teasing, but it turned me on. I was scared of my feelings and tried to sort out my emotions. Kyle was the love of my life, but what happened was stimulating.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I said, “I know you were just fooling around, Lindy.”

Looking into my eyes, Lindy smiled while we just sat and stared at one another for a moment before we dressed. We went out to see how Kyle and Steve were doing, acting like nothing had happened. I tried to stuff the feelings, but it wasn’t happening. Whenever I looked at Lindy, I felt my stomach tighten and my pussy tingle.

“Hi, babe. What have you guys been doing?” Steve asked when Lindy and I climbed to the flying bridge.

Lindy moved behind Steve, put her arms around his neck, and kissed his ear. “Not too much. We were taking a nap and having sex.”

I felt the color draining from my face as I digested what Lindy said. I feared looking at Kyle, wondering if he could tell what Lindy had done.

“Damn, I guess Kyle and I missed it,” Steve said with a chuckle.

I reached out and smacked Lindy on the arm. “We did not! Don’t go telling lies, Lindy!” I glanced at Kyle.

Kyle looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. I went to him, put my arms around his shoulders, and hugged him. “Lindy and I weren’t doing anything.”

Much to my surprise, Kyle was laughing just like Steve was.

“Kyle, you don’t believe her, do you?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Should I?”

“NO! You know I love you.”

“I’m kidding!”

“You better be.”

“Trish didn’t do anything.” Lindy winked at me.

I asked Kyle where we were. He told me we were about three hours from the port. I glanced at the dash, checked the gauges, and looked at the radar and chart plotter. Our course had us three miles offshore. The waves were about two feet high, and Kyle had the boat trimmed and riding smoothly.

It was a little after one in the afternoon and very warm. Kyle asked me to take over for a few minutes so he could change into shorts and use the head. Steve went with him, leaving Lindy and me alone.

“Why did you tell them we were having sex?” I said.

“I didn’t tell them anything. I was kidding around. You don’t think they believed it, do you?”

“I don’t know, but I wasn’t doing anything.”

“Yes, you were.”

“What?”

Lindy smirked. “Enjoying it.”

“Lindy!”

“I could tell you liked me playing with you.” Lindy smiled. “I was enjoying it too.”

“I don’t care. You shouldn’t have done it.” I tried to make her believe I didn’t like what she did, but I think she was unconvinced.

“It’s no biggie. It was all in fun. I won’t if you don’t want me to fool around.” Lindy sounded hurt.

“Don’t get upset,” I said.

“It was a joke, Trish. I wasn’t trying to seduce you or anything.” Lindy’s voice was low and shaky.

“It scares me, that’s all.”

“Why does it scare you? I would never hurt you.”