Chapter 14: Charlotte’s Coochie

I was pleasantly surprised to find Charlotte had taken her sister’s watch. So we talked as she finished up her watch and I got ready to begin mine. I’m not sure if anyone else had noticed yet, but I could sense a new confidence in Charlotte and this made her an absolute joy to be around and talk to. I asked her about her plans for after the cruise, but outside of going to Disney World, it was back to the same old routine of school, study, and home.

She stayed on the couch petting Maggie and talking about what kind of dog she was going to get her folks to get her when they got back until about 5:30am when she suddenly disappeared. I had stepped out onto the port wing and when I came back, she was gone.

“Oh, well. She must have gotten tired,” I thought to myself.

“I guess it’s just you and me, Maggie,” I said as I ruffled her fur.

Right at 6:00am, Charlotte showed up with her mom and a breakfast tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, some melon, and coffee.

“Wow! This is great! I told her as I sat down to eat. Archara had come up to take the watch for Alfred and told us he would be here soon. I sent her back down to the galley and told her we’d watch out for things until the Captain got here.

Charlotte was telling me about how she prepared my breakfast all by herself, and I was questioning her on what she thought her mom would say if I kidnapped her and held her for ransom at my home in Georgia so she could continue to cook for me when an alarm went off on the bridge console. I jumped up to look at it, then grabbed my life vest and the binoculars and stepped out on the starboard bridge wing. I couldn’t see it. But something was on the radar.

“It appears to be a small plane,” said Captain Alfred who had suddenly appeared on the bridge. Then I remembered he has a duplicate set of screens in his cabin. “It’s not supersonic, so give it a minute and see if you can spot it again.”

“It’s a drone,” I reported. When I failed to find it visually, I had reached out with my mind until I felt the concentration of energy. When the captain had said it was a plane, I figured that since it was unmanned, it must be a drone.

“Ah ... but whose? Captain Alfred queried.

“I could cause it to crash before it gets here,” I suggested. “Or possibly just cut the links back to its handlers. But I don’t know if that would make it crash.”

“If I remember correctly, that would cause it to automatically return to its base,” he said.

“Do we want to let it get here so we can see whose it is?”

“We probably wouldn’t be able to tell. Go ahead and cut the links and lets see what happens,” he instructed.

I did as he instructed, and we both watched the radar to see what happened next. The drone faltered and slowed significantly before it reversed course and began flying back the way it came. As an added gift for the senders, I fried what I thought was the flight data recorder.

“Why would they send that thing?” Charlotte asked.

“Good question, Charlotte, is it?” Cynthiana said. I didn’t know she had come up.

“When they do their testing at school this spring, I think everyone will find that Charlotte is a very intelligent person,” I told Cynthiana. Captain Alfred looked at me, surprised.

“Drones are either about gathering information or to deliver payloads remotely. Usually a bomb of some type,” the captain offered. “The French navy has been using them for a few years, but I personally don’t have much experience with them. Those things are expensive and require specialized handling.”

“If it’s the US Navy, then that might indicate that they are madder than we thought and they might be waiting for us somewhere ahead,” Cynthiana observed.

“Daniel, do you sense anything?” he asked. Then added, “Sorry. I meant Alex. I’m just so used to thinking of you as Daniel.”

“It’s okay and I don’t sense anything else close by. When I traced the link from the drone, it bounced off a satellite and went back to a bunch of ... something, way up north of us and pretty far away.”

“Probably a satellite receiver up at the Naval Submarine Base - New London. That’s where they have big transmitters to issue radio orders to the US fleet when they’re at sea.”

“So what do we do?” Charlotte asked.

“Well, my dear, I’m going down for some breakfast and you are going to take over and keep us on course for Nassau. Just let me adjust the jib slightly first,” he told his daughter. “Would you care for some breakfast, Cynthiana?” he asked as he headed down the stairs to the salon.

They returned an hour or so later. Walt and Roland were with them.

“Everything still clear?” the captain asked me.

“All clear, sir,” I replied.

“Okay, you two, off to bed with you. Your mom said you all could use our room as it’s empty now.”

“Aye-aye, skipper,” I called out as we hurried down the stairs. When we got to her parents’ cabin, the black out shades were drawn and the bed was turned down.

“Oh, goody!” Charlotte cried. “My little coochie was afraid she wouldn’t get any more loving from you this trip.”

“Shower first, then I eat!” I called out as I stepped in the shower.

“But I made you breakfast!” she cried in frustration.

“But I’m planning on having a little coochie for a snack!”

She opened the shower door and lunged at me. I don’t know how we didn’t fall down. Man I loved that big shower in the owner’s cabin.

I did have a little coochie after that. Unfortunately, we left the door open and her screams attracted a crowd. When I looked up, Isabella, Kimberly, Anna, and Mischa were crowded in the doorway.

“Don’t stop!” Charlotte growled, unaware as to why I had looked up. So I did as commanded. I don’t know where they went, but when I finally moved up Charlotte’s body to slot my appendage in hers, they were gone and the door was closed.

I awoke sometime after lunch, Saturday, and took another quick shower. Then I headed for the galley for something to eat. This manning a watch business sure played havoc with my sleep cycle. I was having trouble getting awake.

The adults, Carina, Roland, Eileen, Walt, and Archara were at the table with Cynthiana and Kimberly. Charlotte was in the galley fixing hot dogs with macaroni and cheese. She soon brought me a plate and I chowed down while listening to Kimberly interview the Hudson’s.

“Is it okay if I mention your ownership of the Buccaneers?” she asked.

“Any mention is usually considered good advertising,” Walt replied.

“And what of your family? Should I mention anything of their relationship with Alex?”

“Well ... that’s a bit trickier. “You see, Maura actually just turned sixteen last week. When we were rescued, she made her mother tell everyone she was eighteen. But then Daniel ... er, Alex cured her, and she told him she was really sixteen and so now I guess everybody knows. And I’m probably out of date on the age of consent laws in Florida, but it used to be eighteen.”

“When I looked it up earlier, the age of consent for sexual intercourse in Florida was eighteen years of age. So, if she had sex with someone older, it could be considered statutory rape. However, Florida does have the Romeo and Juliet law which allows sixteen and seventeen year old’s to have sex with someone no older than twenty-three,” Eileen supplied.

“So what they did was legal, but I’m not sure we want it out there in print,” Walt said.

“Okay. I can work with that. But it would have made the story more interesting,” Kimberly said.

The lights began to flicker as my anger climbed.

“Oh, no!” cried Carina as she recognized the signs and rose to come to me.

“Let me make this perfectly clear! NONE of my personal relationships will be publicized in any way or this all ends now! And I’ll just start blasting my way out of this!” I cried out angrily.

But before Carina could get around the table, Charlotte was straddling my legs and kissing me for all she was worth. Of course, the lights calmed immediately.

“But Alex...” Kimberly started when Charlotte finally came up for air.

I flicked the lights a few times and she didn’t bother to continue her train of thought.

Archara looked at her daughter still on my lap and then shook her head. “I don’t know how he can go so many times this close together,” she said. “Charlotte just got through telling me that he came in her twice downstairs!”

“I think I need a drink!” Eileen said as she got up suddenly. “Anybody else?”

I think everybody needed one, because soon, we were the only ones left at the table.

“Hey, my little coochie,” I whispered. “You might want to think about finishing up now.”

“But you haven’t cum inside me yet,” she cried.

“And it’s not likely to happen in the near future. Somebody wore me out this morning.”

She kissed me passionately as she slowly removed herself from my cock. “Oh, Alex, I’m going to miss you so much.”

“But not yet, my little coochie. We still have time together. What rides do you plan on riding at Disney World next week?” I asked.

My diversion worked as she sat down next to me and began talking all things ‘the mouse’.

The interviews never resumed. Archara sat down next to her daughter, and they talked of Disney world, going home and her not wanting to leave me behind. But I wisely stayed out of it and kept my mouth closed.

Soon, Mischa, Vivienne, Maura, and Hiromi showed up and surrounded me while Anna went to talk with her sister and mom. They were all wanting to know what happened.

“Not much, really,” I told them.

“Not much?” they all cried. “How can you say that?”

“I just lost my temper a little when they wanted to include our relationships in their story,” I explained.

“Not that! Silly!” Mischa giggled. “We were talking about this morning. With Charlotte and all the screaming.”

“You girls know me better than that. I don’t kiss and tell,” I told them.

“Let’s talk to Charlotte. She’ll tell us!” Hiromi said and they all immediately moved to the other end of the table.

I decided to head for the bridge as the giggles exploded over something Charlotte was telling them.

I saw her sitting on one of the big, padded sofas in the cockpit as I headed to the bridge, so I detoured that way and flopped down on the big, padded sofa next to hers. She jerked with a start, then a slight smile broke out.

“I’m glad you dropped by,” she began. “I wanted to apologize for...”

“No. No apologies on the fantail. Only promises are allowed out here when we’re under way,” I told her.

“That’s a pretty good line for a guy who just lost his virginity two weeks ago. Are you always this romantic?” she retorted.

I knew she had spoken with the other women and that there were few secrets on a small boat, but did I detect an air of meanness in her words? I decided to take the high road and tease her some more.

“It must be all the salt air. When you’re out here on the fantail in the sunshine, surrounded by water everywhere, with the sea breeze billowing the sail, and a beautiful woman to talk with, what can I say?”

“That was really good. You ought to write romance novels,” she replied. “You should also know that I’ve been told I don’t have a romantic bone in my body.”

“Okay. You win. I’ll take my romantic bones and head up to the bridge,” I said in mock defeat. “But you really should get some sunscreen on your skin. You’ll burn in a few minutes out here.”

“Wait!” she called out. “Don’t go. I didn’t mean it.”

I turned around and then settled next to her on her padded sofa.

“Do you know where any sunscreen is on this ship?” she asked.

I reached over and opened one of the dozens of watertight compartments scattered around the cockpit and pulled out a tube of SPF 50. “This ought to do it,” I said.

“Do you have some time to talk to me?” she asked as she applied the lotion to her chest and arms seductively. “I have some questions about what I’ve been told.”

“Sure but take it easy on me. I’m only an eighteen-year-old boy who just lost his virginity,” I teased. I couldn’t help it as my cock reacted when she leaned forward to rub the sunscreen on her legs.

“Is it true that Carina was your first kiss,” she asked as she looked at my cock lasciviously.

“I thought you weren’t going to write about my personal relationships,” I said suddenly.

“I’m not, unless you say otherwise,” she told me. “But I am trying to flesh out this enigma that is Alex Masters.”

“There is no enigma. I’m simply a kid who does okay in school, had lots of friends but no special ones. I got along well with my folks and my sisters. Well, most of the time. And I loved to play golf, but I was never good enough to play on the tour. Especially not after what happened.”

“That’s all true, I’m sure. Would you do my back?” she asked as she turned over. I’m afraid I lost my concentration for a moment as I began applying the lotion to her shoulders.

“Well, what about it?” she asked.

“Huh? What about what,” I asked.

“I asked if you had ever been in love?” she repeated.

“Not before last April,” I replied without thinking.

“So ... Mischa or Carina?” she asked quickly.

I stopped what I was doing and pulled at her shoulder to turn her over. Then swinging my leg over her torso, I slammed her wrists to the soft padding next to her head. Then holding her pinned to the large mat like the wrestlers do on TV, I moved my face over hers.

“Look. Let’s knock off the adversarial tone and call a truce. You quit trying to trick me or lead me on, and I’ll answer any question about my relationships you have. You just have to promise not to use the answers,” I told her letting her go.

“Deal!” she said quickly. “So which one was it?”

“I said I’d answer your questions, but if you put it down on paper or tape or tell anyone else, I will fry you just as quickly as I did your electronics!” I growled.

“So you’re really just a mean spirited bully with the ability to threaten anyone who doesn’t do as you say?”

I got up to walk away, but then I stopped and asked, “Is that one of your real questions?”

“Yes!” she replied.

“If protecting my adopted family is being a bully. Then yes, Ms. Blackman. I’m a bully,” I told her. “But I’m the only bully in the world that can kill someone before they can blink, so I am also the most dangerous person in the world you could possibly ever want to cross. And I would die before I let someone hurt them if I could have stopped it.”

“Thank you, Alex,” she said sweetly. “Can we go inside so I can apologize now?”

“What?” I said with a befuddled look on my face. “I don’t understand.”

“You said no apologies on the fantail, and I need to apologize for pushing you. But I just had to know how far you would go to protect the ones that you love,” she said. “I interview so many athletes that are mostly talk, I learned early on to bait them into losing their temper to see what kind of a man they really are. Almost everyone can hide behind a persona, but when they lose their cool, the real man usually comes out. Ask Roland about it sometime.”

“Why do I feel like I’ve been set up?” I asked aloud.

“You really are good. I had to sit out here for almost ten minutes before you came out. Thanks for the sunscreen, by-the-way.”

“What am I missing here?” I asked her.

“I’ll admit you were a challenge from the start, especially when the lights would flicker when you acted like you were losing your temper. I wasn’t sure how to go about doing it without getting killed in the process. But Cynthiana’s the one who suggested out on the fantail, in the daylight, instead of luring you to my bedroom at night,” she told me.

“And I was your typical stupid high schooler who was too big for his britches and too smart for his own good,” I told her with a chuckle. “And it was Carina.”

She just looked at me, confused for a moment as she tried to figure it out.

“Carina was my first love,” I replied. “She was also my first kiss, first naked breasts, first naked pussy, my first naked woman. My first shower with a woman. My first time witnessing someone else to bathe. My first time having my cock fondled, even if it was just to wash it. And she was the one I gave my virginity to. She was literally my first everything and I would die to protect her. So, if that’s love, then yes, she was my first love.”

“Oh, my!” she sighed. “I didn’t realize...”

“Listen. Do me a favor,” I said to her. “When you ask her about it, make sure that I am NOT anywhere around. I think I would probably die when she laughs when you tell her.”

“You are so mature and yet so young at times. I can tell you as a woman that Carina loves you almost as much as she does her husband or her kids. Maybe more at times,” Kimberly told me. “However, that seems to be the case with almost every woman on board this ship except Vivienne. That’s the real enigma. How can they all love you so much?”