Chapter 9: What’s Your Rating?

“Captain Alfred, how come your boat doesn’t have a name?” I asked.

“I guess it’s because we just haven’t gotten around to giving her one. What do you think we should name her?”

I thought for a minute. “I guess I’m not sure. How did you go about naming your other boats?”

“Well ... the first one was easy. Lazy Weekends was her name, and she certainly lived up to it. The next one was named after my departed wife. Somehow, I don’t think I could handle doing that again. The third one already had a name when we traded for it, Floating Away. Kind of ironic in that we never seemed to just float in it. We always seemed to be going somewhere.”

“How about in the Navy, how do they name your ship there?”

“That’s all handled by the bureaucrats in Paris,” he said with disgust. “It’s all about the money.”

“Why don’t you have a ship naming contest? Give everyone some time. Set the rules, and when you decide, we can have a party or something.”

“That, my friend is an excellent suggestion. Work us up some rules and we’ll tell everyone at dinner,” he said. “We should reach Funchal sometime tomorrow. We can hold the contest once we’re under way again. Give everybody something to do.”

Just then, Roland came up the steps. “I wouldn’t go down there right now. Archara, Carina, and Eileen have got it in their heads to reorganize the galley. They are saying that with fifteen on board they need it to provision enough supplies for the next leg of our crossing.”

“More than likely, Archara just wants to do some early spring cleaning. Since we left just a few weeks after I picked her up, she hasn’t really had the chance to clean.”

Just then Henri and Phillipe came up the stairs. “Hey dad? Have you seen what they are doing to the galley?”

“Word to the wise, son. Say nothing and avoid the women until you can’t,” Captain Alfred told his son.

“Truer words have never been spoken,” added Roland. Then the five of us sat around and watched the winds sweep our nameless yacht over the waves and talked of manly things. Around dark, the women came bearing trays of leftovers, snacks, and other unrelated food stuffs for our dinner. Then, of course, they had a ‘honey do’ list of fetching and hauling they needed done.

After a dinner of leftovers, Maura approached me. “Daniel? Would you talk to me?” she asked.

“Certainly,” I replied. So, we settled into a couple of chairs on the flying bridge away from everyone else. “Will this do? Or do you need something more private?”

“This is fine. I was just wondering about some of the things you said earlier,” Maura said. “Mom said you gave her what she needed. How did you know? You’re not that much older than me.”

“It’s not really about age, but more experience and intuition. When she started talking, I really listened. The more she talked, the more this idea seemed to come to my head. So, I simply helped her be who she really wants to be.”

“But how did you know?” she asked.

“I’m not sure I can explain. It just seems to come to me.”

“What comes to you when you talk to me?” she asked

“Right now? The only thing that comes to mind is how sexy and wholesome you are!” I said with a grin.

“You think I’m sexy? Even after all those awful things I said to you?” she asked.

“That was the nurturing part of you, the part that cares for others. While in this case, it was somewhat misguided due to lack of information, it would probably be considered normal. It still doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re sexy.”

“But I don’t feel sexy...” she whined.

“You’re not looking at the right things,” I told her. “Want to try an experiment?”

“What kind of experiment?”

“The sexy kind. Come on,” I told her. “Let’s go to your stateroom.”

“My stateroom? Why?” she asked, rolling her eyes at me.

“I told you. You want to know why I think you’re sexy. It’s easier to show you than tell you.”

Maura followed me down to their stateroom. Hiromi was still in the galley helping the other women. When we went in, I closed the door and showed her the large mirror mounted on the back of the door.

“Now. Stand right here and look in the mirror. Tell me what you see.”

“I see me,” she said. “This is silly!”

“It’s not silly. This is an experiment to see how you see yourself.”

“Then I see that my butt is too big, and my breasts are too small,” she said turning around to face me.

“Maura, you’re not trying,” I told her as I turned her back around to face the mirror. “Would you like me to tell you what I see?”

She just nodded her head. I could see fear in her eyes. That’s when I knew what she wanted.

“Well, the first thing I see, is a pair of beautiful blue eyes looking afraid. I think they are afraid that I will discover the passion that lurks just below the surface and is straining to come out. I see lips that are soft and sensuous, wanting to touch, to taste, and to consume. I see a pert little nose that is searching for those intoxicating smells that come with the passion just waiting to reveal itself.”

“Daniel? I ... uh...” she started.

Using my fingers to trace along her neck I continued.

“I see a long, sculpted neck that leads enticingly down to the slopes of two celestial globes of womanhood. Monuments to the enduring essence of femininity and motherhood.”

I moved my hands to heft her full teenaged breasts without touching her nipples.

“I see two dark areolas capped by hardened nipples that, if touched the right way, will lead to sparks. And those sparks will explode the passion that is so close.”

Maura moaned and closed her eyes as she melted back against my body.

“Open your eyes, Maura. I want you to see why I think you are so sexy,” I said, moving my lips close to her ear.

She moaned as she lifted her head from my shoulder. I could see her opening her eyes in the mirror. I allowed my hand to move down softly over her flat tummy, stopping just above a thick curly thatch of red pubic hair.

“You are afraid, Maura. I saw it in your eyes, I can see it now with my fingers only millimeters away from your pussy,” I whispered in her ear. “Tell me why, Maura. Why are you afraid that any moment I will drop my hand even lower, touching your sweet Neverland?”

“Ohhhh!” she moaned.

“Tell me, Maura. Tell me about how you’re really only fifteen-years-old and have never felt the touch of a man on your private pleasure palace.”

“How...? How did you know?” she cried as she turned in my arms and squeezed tightly to me. Then the tears began to fall. I picked her up and laid her on her berth and was headed to find her mom or sister to help her when she said, “Please don’t go!”

I stopped and just looked at her.

“You are right! I am afraid. I actually just turned sixteen two weeks ago. But when we discovered that our rescuers were not wearing clothes, my mom and sister agreed to say I was eighteen so you all wouldn’t think of me as a baby.”

“I think we can all see that you are definitely not a baby, Maura,” I said with a smile.

“But ... I’ve never ... I’ve never had ... uh, sex before. I’ve never even kissed a guy! That’s why I’m afraid.”

“All you have to do is ask,” I said as I stepped beside her berth. “Can you do that? Can you overcome your fears and ask me to kiss you?”

She looked in my eyes for a long moment and said, “Daniel? Would you kiss me? Please?”

I leaned down and lightly brushed her lips with mine. When she didn’t turn away, I pressed my lips tightly to hers and then used the tip of my tongue to brush them lightly. Maura opened her eyes in surprise then reached up and pulled me down on top of her, hugging me for all she was worth.

For the next little while, I helped her practice kissing. She eventually became bold enough to insert her tongue between my lips. Each time she tried something new, she moaned. Finally, I raised up on my elbows.

“Still afraid?” I asked her.

“Not so much,” she said.

“Do you want to try something else? Something new?” I asked.

She didn’t say anything but nodded her head once.

“All right, for this, you don’t have to do anything but lay there and decide if you like it. If you don’t, just say so, okay?”

Again, she nodded as I brought my fingers to her left breast. Her sixteen-year-old breasts were about the size of half grapefruits, mounding firm and proud on her chest. Spreading my fingers wide, I placed them around the bottom of her breast and tenderly brought them up the sides almost to her nipple. Like a spider closing its legs gently across her skin. Then, I did it again, except this time I brought them all the way to the base of her nipple. Of course, the minute my fingers brushed across her fairly large areolas, her crinkly nubs became engorged, and she had little bumps all around her areola. I kept this up for a moment then moved to her other breast and started over.

This time, her response was immediate as she knew what to expect, so I reached down and sucked on her first nipple while I continued to caress the other.

“Daniel! What ... what are you doing to me?” she cried. “I feel ... something!”

I then alternated nipples, gently sucking and caressing as she began to shake her head side-to-side.

“Eeeee!” she squealed.

I scooted up a little in the berth and kissed her again. I could tell she wasn’t afraid of kissing any more.

“That was RAD!” she cried. “No wonder they like it so much.”

I didn’t dare ask her who ‘they’ were.

“You ready for something else new?” I asked.

“I guess so,” she said. Then changed it to “I mean, YES!

“Okay. Just lay there and enjoy and if you don’t like it, just say stop.”

I started with little kisses on her ear, trailing down her neck to her breast. She moaned in frustration when I slipped down her tummy and then raised her head when my lips grazed her vulva. Then swiping my tongue from the bottom to the top of her mons, she flopped her head back down and moaned as my tongue went across her clit. As I nibbled and sucked and lightly chewed her pussy, she became wetter and wetter. The wetter she became, the louder she moaned. Finally, I was about to use a finger and penetrate her pussy while I was sucking on her clit, when she clinched her legs together and screamed.

I again scooted up in the berth and just held her for a moment. When her breathing became a little more regular, I bent down and kissed her lips, softly.

“That was ... That was ... ab-so-lute-ly incredible,” she cried as she drug out the syllables.

“Good! Then that means you should really like the next something new,” I told her.

“There’s more?” she asked. “Wasn’t that sex?”

“That, my darling little girl, is called foreplay. It’s what a good boyfriend or husband will do for you before he fucks you,” I told her laughing.

“Uh-oh! I don’t know if I can take it!” she said.

“Do you want to quit now?”

“No.”

“Then ask me. Ask me to show you something new. Ask me to fuck you or make love to you.”

There was a long pause, and I was starting to get up when she said, “Don’t go Daniel! I’m just a big chicken. Please! Will you make love to me? Please!”

I moved back between her legs.

“Just, please don’t hurt me!” she cried.

“Maybe you’re not ready for this,” I told her as I set back on my haunches. “Is your hymen still intact?”

“I think so. But I want this. I want you to make love to me,” she said.

I leaned forward and ran the head of my dick through her pussy. “Maura, all I can tell you is that it may hurt, but usually only for a moment, and then it will feel better than before. But you have to be the one to say yes,” I told her.

“Yes,” she said, albeit a little hesitantly.

I lay down between her legs, my hard cock nestling between the swollen lips of her pussy. I was still for a moment and then moved my cock down and back up. The second the head of my engorged dick rubbed over her clit she moaned and threw her legs open wide, pulling her knees back to her chest as she grabbed my ass with both hands trying to force my cock where she wanted it would go.

I pulled against her pressure long enough to ensure that my cock was where it was supposed to go then eased forward gently. I wasn’t sure if it was tightness or her hymen, but it only took the slightest of pressures before I was halfway in.

I stopped.

She raised her head slightly to stare at where my dick was, and moaned, “Don’t stop!”

So, I continued pressing until our crotches were firmly pressed together.

“It didn’t hurt! It didn’t hurt at all!” she said in amazement. “It just feels so ... full.”

I began to withdraw but she squeezed me hard with her pussy muscles. “Nooo! Don’t leave!”

So, I reversed direction and plunged in again. Before she could say anything, I pulled back slightly and then plunged again, then again. And again.

“Ohhhh!” she cried. “Sooo good!”

We kept at it until I felt the tingling start in my balls, then I stopped. “Maura, are you protected?”

“Huh?” she asked.

“Do you want to have a baby?”

“Oh!” she squeaked. “No! I can’t have a baby. I’m too young.”

So, I eased out and then began jacking my cock with my hand. Seconds later I had splattered my cum all over her breasts and tummy.

“Oh, I see what you mean. I could have gotten pregnant!?”

“Sweetheart, that’s why I tried to warn you about growing up too quick,” Eileen said. “Most guys would have never asked. But don’t worry. Those pills you take to regulate your periods would have kept you from becoming pregnant. They’re actually birth control pills.”

“Why are you here?” Maura asked her mom.

“I heard you scream and thought something was wrong,” Eileen replied as I got out of the berth and Eileen sat down beside her daughter. “Was it everything you had imagined?”

“Oh, yes!” she gushed. “It was more! And I’m not afraid anymore!”

“Didn’t I tell you he would give you what you need?” Eileen asked as she hugged her daughter.

“I’ll say! And I think I need some more!”

I just kept my mouth shut and hurried out the door.

It was past ten o’clock and Charlotte was standing Maura’s watch on the bridge. So, I went to my pallet in the corner and, after scooting Maggie over, laid down for a nap. I still had five hours before my watch started, and I was tired.

Roland woke me at 3:30am and suggested I grab a shower and take Maggie for a walk. “You can use the shower in our room. I’m standing in so Alfred could get a night’s sleep.”

When I returned from my shower, it was business as usual as Roland relayed instructions.

“Alfred said to watch the wind and if you start losing speed, furl the main and start the engines. He said to keep the jib to help with steering.”

I told him “Aye-aye,” and went to work logging our GPS setting on the map.

It was about 5:30am when Vivienne wandered up to the flying bridge.

“You’re up early,” I said.

“No, I up late. I have not been bed yet,” she said.

“Something up?” I asked her.

“Maura’s been telling us how you cured her of being afraid. Now I want you cure me of being ... er, whatever I am.”

“What did Carina say?” I asked her. I had last left her with Carina, talking, some three days ago.

“She say I no sick. She say if I truly like woman then that is a personal choice. She also say that it is hard to believe that I would choose woman without at least trying man. She suggested I try you but said you might not want to. Do you not want me?”

“Vivienne, it’s not a question of wanting you or not wanting you. It all about what is best for Vivienne, and what Vivienne wants.”

“Vivienne wants you,” she said speaking about herself in the third person.

“Hold that thought.” I said as I jumped up to do the 5:45 bridge check. Five minutes later I settled back at the helm. “Okay, where were we?”

“You say that it’s all about what is best for Vivienne, and what Vivienne wants. I tell you that Vivienne wants Daniel to fuck her and if wrong, heal her.”

“Okay,” I said stalling for time. “What else did Carina say?”

“She say that my choice of sexual partner is mine to make, and parents or others cannot decide what makes me happy. Only I can decide what makes me happy. She say I am over eighteen, I cannot be forced to go to Catholic hospital. She says I come live with her if parents try. She also say to start listing her as my doctor and not let anyone push me around.”