Chapter 13: Aurevoir Cherie

“I found him passed out on the sofa. The lights were flickering but nothing was exploding,” Charlotte was explaining to Carina.

“He seemed so stressed, and then he screamed your name. I thought every instrument on the bridge console was going to explode. When I looked back at him, he was passed out,” Captain Alfred added.

Carina was seated on one end of the sofa, rocking her body back and forth as she cradled my head in her lap. Someone had elevated my feet on the arm at the other end.

“He’s waking up,” Charlotte announced.

“You’ve been calling my parents?” were the first words out of my mouth.

“Of course I have, silly,” she replied. “I am a mother too. I had some idea of what she was going through and wanted her not to worry too much.”

“Thank you,” I whispered softly.

A few minutes later she jerked. “Stop that!” she barked.

“Why? You normally like it when I suck on your nipples,” I said with a grin.

“But not when I am feeling all motherly,” she said. “Maybe you should come to my cabin later and we can discuss it some more.”

“I will, if you’ll tell me why my dad is going to caddy for me?” I asked.

“I had planned to talk to you about all this when we both had a minute, Daniel. But mom keeps changing and adding things,” Roland said.

“Well, why don’t you start at the beginning?” I suggested.

Roland looked over a pad full of notes and said, “If my mother doesn’t change things too much, then you are entered in a Korn Ferry golf tournament at Paradise Island Golf Course next Thursday through Sunday. She has you playing on a sponsor’s exemption. Since you do not have a PGA membership, you’ll be playing with amateur status only. Oh. And it will be televised on the Golf Channel.”

“Amateur status?” I asked.

“It means you cannot win any money,” Isabella chimed in.

Roland looked at his half-sister and then continued.

“On Monday, when we arrive, Isabella will take you shopping for enough golf clothes for the week. We will meet your family for lunch at the country club, then back to the house for our meeting with the customs people.

“You’ll have some time Monday afternoon and Tuesday to go to the range and practice, and you have a practice round scheduled for 2:20 Tuesday with a couple of KF Tour players and a celebrity. Wednesday, it’s back to the practice range and a series of interviews.

“Now for the big question, WHY am I playing golf?” I asked.

“You’ll have to talk to your attorney and your publicist for a full accounting, but in a nutshell, they’re going to use the golf tournament to tell your story. As long as you are an active participant, you’ll be newsworthy. And as long as you’re in the public’s eye, the government probably won’t move against you. I think she hopes that you’ll luck up and not finish in last place,” Roland said.

“This is all so ... surreal. I haven’t picked up a golf club since the day I was hit by lightning. And she expects me to play with the pros?”

For the rest of the morning, we dissected Cynthiana’s plan every way we could. But when it came down to it, it was genius. All I had to do was play at least two rounds of respectable golf without having practiced once in the last nine months. No problem, right?

Carina came for me while I was having a sandwich in the galley for lunch.

“I think we have something to discuss,” she told me as she led me to their cabin. There she wrapped me in her arms and wept on my shoulder. I stood there, unsure what was going on, but feeling her tears.

“Oh, Daniel,” she sighed. “I am losing you and I feel like I just found you. You have somehow wormed your way into my heart as a young man, a friend, and a lover. And now, I fear this is almost the end.”

I just stood there holding her, unsure what to say, or if I even could say anything.

Finally, she leaned back and looked up at me. I leaned down and allowed my lips to gently touch hers. Then we kissed. One of the things I had learned in the last two weeks was that kissing was not a substitute for speaking but was a whole different language unto itself.

“Carina, in the last nine months you have been like a mother, a sister, and a friend to me. And in each of those persona’s you have shared some of your love with me. But the Carina I treasure most is the one I hold in my arms as she gives her heart to me.”

She kissed me. Through the tears I could see the love in her eyes. That’s when I realized that we were saying goodbye. Even if our families were together in the future, we would not be in the same unique situation that we had found ourselves these last two glorious weeks. My mind began sifting through the memories. Carina had been my first. My first love, my first kiss, my first naked breasts, my first naked woman, my first-time having sex. She was an important part of my recovery from being struck by lightning. And she was an especially important part of my becoming a man.

I picked her up and placed her on the bed, then I began to worship this wonderful creature’s body with my lips, my tongue, my fingertips, and finally with my own body. After we were both sated, I fell asleep in her arms.

I got up at 3:30am Friday morning as had become my custom over the last two weeks, showered, grabbed some coffee and a sweet roll from the galley and headed for the bridge. I let Maggie out to do her business and checked the early morning weather. Later today, I knew we would pass close by the island of Bermuda. Already, I thought I could smell a scent of the tropics in the air.

I asked Anna, “How did it go?” referring to her watch.

“No problems,” she reported. “A little boring. And maybe just a little sad. It all seems to be coming to an end.”

Instead of leaving, Anna stayed with me through my shift, sitting on the couch and talking as I did what needed to be done on the console. About 5:30am, Captain Alfred came up the stairs with a fresh pot of coffee. He was more animated than usual.

“Daddy’s just excited to see us reach port in a couple of days,” Anna teased her dad.

Archara came up some thirty minutes later saying that someone had called and everything was a go for meeting Cynthiana’s yacht tonight at 7:00pm.

Anna led me down to her parents now empty cabin, and there we kissed and hugged and loved each other one more time before tearfully acknowledging that this was probably goodbye.

When I woke up about 1:30pm, Anna was gone. I took my shower and headed to the galley for something to eat. After a quick seafood wrap, I headed to the bridge. We were now less than five hours from meeting Cynthiana’s yacht. Captain Alfred had our meeting point at sixty-two nautical miles which meant that we would need to keep our speed around fifteen knots. The winds were whipping us along at over sixteen knots right now but were likely to ease off as we got closer to dusk. So we were about on schedule. He said we should make radio contact sometime after 5:00pm. So I decided to find an empty berth and grab a nap. I wouldn’t be surprised if I didn’t get any sleep tonight.

Eileen was just coming up from her cabin as I was looking for an empty berth, so she told me to take theirs. “Walt’s up on the bridge and it’s my turn to make supper,” she told me as she kissed my cheek. “Rest well, Daniel.”

I hadn’t been in the berth five minutes when I felt the covers lift and a warm body slid up to my back. I could tell by the smell that it was a freshly washed Maura with still-damp hair.

“I didn’t know if I would have the chance to be with you again before we get to the Bahamas, so when I saw you come down, I took a quick shower and hoped that none of the others got here first,” she said.

I turned over on my back and she cradled her head on my shoulder, throwing her leg over mine.

“How’s my little angel doing now?” I asked.

“Your little angel wants your big fat cock in her little coochie,” she giggled.

“Your coochie?”

“When we were little girls, that what momma called our pussies. Our little coochies.”

“Well, since I’ve never seen a ‘coochie’ I’m going to have to take a look.” Then I dived my head under the covers and squirmed my way between her legs. “It looks familiar,” I mumbled from under the covers. “But I should probably check it out.” I went to work then, kissing and licking and nipping at her coochie, all while stopping frequently to make remarks about how it smelled, or tasted, or felt on my tongue.

“Quit it! You’re making me laugh and I wanted to be serious,” she cried. “You’re going to think I’m a little girl!”

“But you ARE a little girl,” I said.

“Yeah, but everyone else you make love with, are full grown women, and I’m afraid you’ll think bad of me.”

“Did you ever think that I might LIKE little girls?”

“Ah ... noooo,” she purred as I continued teasing her coochie.

“Then maybe you should reconsider. It just so happens that I have fallen in love ... with your coochie!” I said as I moved my fingers to tickle her under her arms while I leveraged my body up to where my cock was resting on her coochie. Then with one swift movement I placed my cock at her opening and skewered her little coochie.

“Is that what my baby girl wanted?” I asked.

“Ohmygod, Yes!” she cried. From there it was just more of me fucking her coochie and her saying “yes!” a lot. When I felt the tingle in my balls, I warned her and she just reached up and hugged me for all she was worth as I came inside her.

“It was like, once I started cumming, it wouldn’t stop. And then I thought you wouldn’t stop. But it felt so good I didn’t want you to stop, but then I thought that I might pass out if you didn’t stop. And then you said you were coming and I just about died because I wanted you to stop but I didn’t want you to stop.”

“I’m too tired to figure this out,” I thought to myself.

“So you didn’t like it?” I asked.

“No, silly. I loved it. And I love you!” she said.

“Maura, even though our lives are really just beginning, I will always cherish my memories of you and our times together. And I will never look at another pussy without thinking of your Coochie! You’ve ruined me!” I laughed as I tickled her again.

She left a little while after our laughter had abated, kissing me softly on the cheek.

“I’ll always remember you, Daniel. You were my first. And you always made it special. Thank you.”

I never really went back to sleep. I just lay there and thought of how this was goodbye in so many ways.

I was standing on the starboard sugar scoop when the other yacht’s tender approached. I grabbed the line the crewman tossed and wrapped it around our stern cleat. The driver held the tender close with his motor and the crewman handed the two passengers over to the sugar scoops’ platform. I loosed the line and he quickly pulled the tender away. I signaled the bridge when he was clear, so the captain could get under way again, then I turned to meet our newest passengers.

They were both females. One was probably in her thirties and the other was older.

“Welcome to The Serendipity,” I told my guests.

“Oh my, you weren’t kidding about being naked,” the older one said as she examined me from head to toe. After two weeks (and quite a bit of sex) I had my erections pretty much under control.

“Hi. I’m Daniel Williams, a.k.a. Alex Masters,” I told them. “Welcome aboard.”

Mother...” said Roland at the top of the stairs. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

“I didn’t know until this afternoon. I’m certainly glad you didn’t dress up for us,” she grinned.

Soon everyone was gathered on the flying bridge. “Roland, why don’t you introduce your mother to everyone?” Carina said. And so the introductions started. It turns out, the lady with Cynthiana was Kimberly Blackman, a freelance journalist who had won several awards for background stories on athletes. She was a former Miss Indiana Teen Miss, and runner-up for Miss Indiana. She graduated from Northwestern University some ten years ago and had worked for the Cubs and the University of Notre Dame before going out on her own. She didn’t have a lot of television exposure, but she had won several notable writing awards.

She sat quietly taking everything in as Carina introduced everyone. I could see she was slightly nervous, I assumed it was the nudity. But I couldn’t decide if it offended her.

Cynthiana Rappeneau was a hoot as she sat there fully clothed and tried to embarrass her son and daughter for being naked. But we had been naked for two plus weeks and she soon realized that it was a losing battle.

Finally I told them, “Would you like to freshen up and get comfortable so we can get into what you are here for?”

“I suppose that you are anxious to see me naked,” she said taking a dig at me.

“Yes ma’am. I ain’t never see’d no naked lawyer-lady,” I replied with my best Goober Pyle accent.

That got her. She blushed as she looked everywhere but at me. Meanwhile, I noted that Kimberly was starting to squirm.

“Well, dear. It looks like he’s calling our bluff,” she said to Kimberly. Then to me she said, “I didn’t really believe that you would be naked when you knew we were coming.”

Then Captain Alfred spoke to Cynthiana in French, (Later translated for me by Carina:)

“Mrs. Rappeneau, The Serendipity has been and will continue to be our home. As such, we believe in being free in our own home. You are here without specific invitation because you desired the time to work with Daniel. However, we gladly open our arms to you and will do everything we can to make your stay productive for Daniel. As for Daniel, you will find no one on board who does not love that boy and wants the very best for him. You may choose to leave your clothes on. It will not offend us. But it has been my experience that when two people are not dressed, or in this case, undressed as the others, then those guests never really feel comfortable. Welcome to our home.” (end translation).

Cynthiana paused for a minute, then looking Captain Alfred square in the eye, stood and began removing her clothes as she said, “That was most eloquently stated, Captain Fourreau, and I’d like to thank you and Princess Archara for inviting us into your home and allowing us the opportunity to work with Daniel. We do not know him as well as you all know him, but we hope to get to know him better in the coming days. I think we can all agree that he is a very special young man with many unique talents.”

Then she turned to Kimberly and said. “Since I know you do not speak French, I will simply say that the Captain and the Princess have welcomed us into their home and explained that while we do not have to remove our clothes, we will probably find it more comfortable if we join them. So it’s up to you, my dear. After all, we were warned.”

“I’d like to add my welcome to that of my husband’s,” Archara said. “Would you care for something to drink? I’ll warn you that with nine teenagers on board, I’m afraid you’ll find our bar somewhat limited.

With that, and some wine, the conversations began to flow. I looked over at Kimberly and she was still picking at her clothing, not really removing anything.

I stepped over to the bridge console and began flipping a set of small levers and buttons, then said to Kimberly, “Would you like to see something beautiful?”

Then I held out my hand.

When she took it, I led her down the steps and out to the fantail and the sugar scoops. The Sunreef 80 has an inordinate amount of indirect and underwater lights that, when lit, turn the yacht into a visual fairy land. I just stood there looking out to sea, the lights glowing all around us.

“It is beautiful, is it not?” I asked. I had turned on every outside light on the entire ship including the floods on the main mast that shined up from the bottom, lighting the sail.

“You’re right, it is beautiful,” she said.

“In order to show you anything more beautiful than this gorgeous yacht lit up like a winter wonderland floating on the ocean, I’d have to have a mirror,” I said.

It took her a few seconds to parse out what I said, then she looked at me blushing.

“Just how old are you anyway?” she asked.

“If you will talk with the other ladies, I think that they will tell you that my youth has certain advantages,” I replied. “I did not mean to put you on the spot. However, I am still young enough that I often say things before putting my common sense in gear. I’m sorry. All I was trying to do was to give you space to decide if you wanted to remain the only one dressed or to remove your clothes and join us. I personally find it very freeing. Take all the time you need,” I told her and then turned to head back to the bridge.

I quickly noted that the teens had all disappeared, leaving the adults to talk. I sat down on the floor in front of Isabella, who was sitting with her legs folded under her on one of the couches and just let the conversations flow over me. There was a bit of catching up with Isabella, Roland, Carina, and Cynthiana and I watched as Cynthiana skillfully guided the conversation to include everyone, even Captain Alfred who was still manning the bridge. After Archara told a particularly funny story about one of my misunderstandings about the French culture, she looked around and said, “Where’s Kimberly? She simply must hear you tell that story.”

“I’m right here, Mrs. Rappeneau. Daniel took me out to see his etchings, but I’m back now,” she said with a smile. She was indeed sitting on a couch near the back and without a stitch of clothing on. I don’t know how I missed her coming in, but from what I could see where I sat, I’m sorry I did.

“Well, now that you’re here, I guess we should get down to business,” Cynthiana said.

“Might I suggest we move to the dining table in the salon?” Carina suggested. “That way we won’t interfere with Alfred sailing the ship.” And so we all moved down to the salon.

Cynthiana opened her briefcase and withdrew a legal pad and a pen, while Kimberly popped open her notebook computer.

“I guess the first thing to address is your name. I got your passes and PGA membership in the name of Alexander Masters. And since your family will be there as well, I think it is time we go back to Alex. I’m sure your French family will understand,” Cynthiana started.

I looked up at Carina and she just sighed. We both knew that the end of my time with them was coming to a close.

“Aurevoir Cherie,” she whispered.

“Are you sure it’s safe to be me again?” I asked Cynthiana.

“When those agents spoke with your parents about removing you to another hospital, they were skating on some very thin legal ice. Now that you have recovered, hospitalization is no longer on the table. Your law allows them to act for the national security, but there has to be just cause. They can’t claim national security if you haven’t presented a threat. At present, the best they can do is keep a close eye on you.”

“What about the ship and the two planes?” I asked.

“They can prove nothing at this point. The complication is your Navy. They are going to be very angry about what you did to their equipment, but with the return of the two downed pilots, their destruction of government property is thwarted by your claims of non-jurisdiction and self-defense. Then there is always the chain of responsibility. Did they have the authority to stop and board an obviously non-hostile private French sailing yacht in the middle of the Atlantic? It’s all part of some very complex legal wrangling. It should be interesting to see how far personal freedom goes in America these days.”