Chapter 38: Marta’s First Time

It wasn’t sound, exactly. More like knowing. And over the next short while, I came to know and trust that non-sound, as it began to fill my head with understanding far beyond what I had understood before. I couldn’t tell how long this experience took, as I had no way to time it. It seemed timeless. However, whether it was because I grew tired or my head grew full, the voice finally ended it and suddenly, Carina and I were back on the bow of the yacht, the sun still setting in front of us.

“Wow!” she said breathlessly. “Did you get all that?”

“I got ... something. It seemed like millions of bytes of information stuffed into a tiny computer hard drive,” I told her. “But when I recall a specific topic, the information is right there.”

“Did you understand all they showed us about the human body and how to heal it?” she asked.

“I don’t recall anything like that. Mine all seemed to deal with the human mind and its control over this planet’s physical laws,” I explained.

“So it looks like they taught us different things,” Carina said in awe. “I wonder how long we’ve been gone?”

“Not long, in this time. See, the sun is just setting. If I had to guess, we were not gone but mere seconds, even though it seemed much longer there,” I told her as we made our way back to the bridge. Fleur was just coming up the steps.

“Poppa said for you and Carina to come eat while it’s hot,” she said. “I’ll watch the bridge.

For some reason, we both decided not to mention our experience on the bow and so we talked of sailing and family things. Carina explained about Roland’s patient and his needing to get back and Monique wanted to know about Isabella’s relationship to Cynthiana and Reggie and her role at the foundation. That got us into Carina’s relationship with her mother-in-law and Cynthiana’s plans for me to take over the foundation one day.

“Do you think that it will still happen? That Alex will still take over for her one day?” Monique asked.

“At this point, I would assume so. Cynthiana just needs to be put in her place from time to time. The last time was when my brother refused her offer of a position and spent two years tracking down our father’s killer,” she explained. “And as head of one of the world’s largest foundations, it is easy for the power to go to your head sometimes,” Carina said.

“And Isabella? She will not be in trouble?” Monique asked. She didn’t like to see anyone in trouble.

“Isabella is just jealous. She’s in love with Alex, but since she’s fourteen years older than him, it’s not a good fit for either of them. She just hasn’t figured out how to handle it yet,” Carina said.

“She’s in love with me?” I asked, surprised.

“Of course she is,” Cécile chimed in. “Anyone with a pair of eyes can see that!”

“For all her worldly sophistication, Isabella has never been in love,” Carina explained. “She followed my brother into the security business and then literally ran the Foundation’s security branch while Reggie was out hunting down our father’s killer. Since then, she has been her mother’s right hand, doing whatever the Foundation needed.”

“That’s twice you mentioned your father being killed,” Monique pointed out.

“He was killed in the Paris Attack in November, 2015. A group of gunmen opened fire on a Paris street, randomly killing innocent bystanders and café patrons. My father was one of the innocent bystanders,” she explained with a shiver.

“I think I’m going to bed now,” I told everyone. “That is, unless you need me on the bridge tonight.”

“The bridge will survive just fine without you,” Captain Tony said. “Go get some rest.”

“You coming?” I asked Carina.

“Let me carry these dishes down to the galley. I’ll be there soon,” she told me.

I remember her coming in, and snuggling up against me, but I was quickly back to sleep.

I awoke to Carina slowly riding my morning wood. I didn’t move all that much, choosing instead to relish in the love she was showering me with. Finally, she chirped once and then sighed in pleasure as her orgasm rolled over her. Then propping up on one hand, she fed her hanging breast to my lips, teasing them with her nipple.

“Will you roll us over and pound your hard cock into my pussy? It’s all swollen with anticipation,” she whispered. So that’s just what I did. After all the erotic early morning foreplay, I didn’t last long. I don’t think she did either.

Later, on the bridge, Captain Tony showed me the adjusted route we were taking up the west coast of Italy.

“I had planned for a stop in Messina, but given everything that has happened, I feel the need to push on to Monte Carlo. I have a suspicious feeling about the old masthead I let them talk me out of having replaced in Antalya,” he said. “Be sure you keep an eye on it.”

Captain Tony then went below, leaving me alone on the bridge. Cécile joined me shortly.

“How much longer until we reach home?” she asked. I was immediately suspicious because she had just done her watch a little earlier and knew exactly where we were and when we’d reach Monte Carlo.

“C’mon, Cécile. Don’t play games with me,” I teased her with a smile. “What do you really want to know?”

“If I ask you, will you promise not to get mad?” she said.

“How old are you?” I replied. “Haven’t you outgrown this kind of dialogue? Next thing you know, you’ll have me checking some box on a note.”

“Oh! Alright!” she said. “It’s just that I’m afraid of making you mad if I ask you to spend some time with my little sister and help her.”

“Help her?” I asked.

“Help her become a woman!” she cried as she slapped me on the arm. “You knew what I was trying to ask you!”

“You had but to ask, my lady,” I told her.

“Really?” she replied. “You’re not mad?”

“Cécile, I think that it is unfair that you judge me based on one bad evening. Besides, I was never mad at anyone. I was sad about Jeanne leaving, and upset that I screwed up with Noèle and really sad when I thought Roland and Carina were fighting because of me. But I was never mad.”

“Yeah ... I guess you’re right. It’s just that you have been a fantastic lover for Fleur and me, and Marta wants it so bad, but isn’t sure how to approach you after ... you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” I replied. “So what do you have in mind?”

“Well, you could let me watch the bridge while you go to our cabin and talk to her. If you don’t think she’s ready, we’ll understand. But please, talk to her!”

“Okay, but if your poppa wonders where I am, you get to tell him that I am deflowering his youngest daughter!” I said with a smile as I headed down the stairs.

Carina and Monique were sitting on one of the big sofa’s in the salon, talking.

“Be gentle with her,” Carina said as I went by. I didn’t stop, but it didn’t surprise me that they both knew what was going on.

“Come in, Alex,” she said when I knocked on her open door. “Did my sister talk to you?”

Marta had obviously tried to make herself look sexy by applying makeup and adding bracelets and rings. But she had way overdone it in my opinion. It reminded me of a clown.

“She did. May I ask you some personal questions?” I asked.

“Sure ... I guess,” she replied hesitantly.

“Do you feel sexy in all that make up and jewelry?”

“Why?” she asked, getting defensive.

“Can I tell you something that might not be what you want to hear?”

Uh ... okay.”

“I have found that most women wear makeup for one of three reasons. One, to make themselves look and feel sexy. Two, to make other women think they are sexy looking. And three, habit.” I told her. “Men, as a rule, don’t usually care for makeup, especially a lot of it. They generally feel that the woman is being a fake. That she is trying to hide something. Most men prefer the clean, natural look. Like when you get out of the shower.”

“Really?” she said. “I thought that makeup made me look older. More sophisticated.”

“It can, but that doesn’t necessarily make you attractive, or desirable to guys,” I said.

Marta thought on this for a minute, frowning. Finally, she said, “I don’t think I understand what you’re saying. You don’t like my makeup?”

“Short answer ... no,” I replied.

“But why?” she asked.

“Like I said, you’re doing it for the wrong reason. It’s too much and hides the real you. Would you want to kiss me if I had a bunch of gunk on my lips. You wouldn’t be kissing me, you’d be kissing a bunch of gunk.”

“Oh,” she said.

“The same is true about jewelry. The only reason to wear jewelry is to enhance your beauty. The right piece, worn the right way, causes the eye to be drawn to it and the area of your body you wish to capture men’s attention.

Oh,” she said again.

“Too much jewelry confuses the eye and ends up being distracting,” I explained.

“Be right back,” she said as she disappeared into the en suite bathroom. I heard the water running and when she came out, her face was clean. Then she quickly removed all the bangles and rings and turned to look at me.

“Is this what you meant?” she asked.

I closed the cabin door and turned her to face the full length mirror on the back of the door. Then standing behind her, I said, “Would you like me to tell you what guys see when they look at you?”

“Please,” she said. I was glad she was taking what I was doing so gracefully.

“First, I love your blond hair. I like the way it frames your face when you wear it down, or how it highlights your facial features such as your eyes when you pull it back in a ponytail,” I explained as I pulled her hair back.

Marta sighed as she placed her hand on my hand that I had around her waist and settled back against me. Her eyes were dancing as she looked at the two of us in the mirror.

“I like the way your eyes sparkle when you look at me and how your cheeks turn red naturally when you become excited. It looks so much better than that fake stuff you had on.”

She concentrated on what I had pointed out, but didn’t say anything.

I moved my hands to her shoulders and pulled back slightly. “You should always stand up straight to better show off those magnificent breasts,” I told her. And then pointed to a spot on her chest exactly between the tops of those breasts. “And a single pendant, right here, would definitely draw the eye of any man.”

“Your slim figure and flat tummy says that you are entering your child bearing years, and these parts easily capture the fantasy of guys longing to touch you and kiss you there,” I said. Then moving my hands down to her hips, I added, “And these broadcast a signal to males that you could bear many children, and so becomes another primary attractor.”

“I didn’t realize...” she started.

“Of course, your puppy is always a magnet for young men. It is the ultimate prize in the mating game. Most women waste their time with the superficial stuff, when all they have to do is subtly allow a man to glimpse those swollen lips and we become putty in your hands.”

Marta turned in my arms and wrapped her arms around my head, pulling my lips to hers. When she broke the too brief kiss, she looked into my eyes and asked, “So you DO think I’m sexy? Don’t you?”

“Would you like to know for sure?” I asked.

Marta thought for a moment and then nodded her head. I pushed her body away a few inches and said, “Look down.”

“Oh!” she cried as she figured out what I was referring to. “You really do think I’m sexy!”

She wrapped her arms around my neck as she pressed her body against mine, trying to feel my now hardened member against her tummy. Then she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. This had the effect of putting my hard cock smack against her swollen puppy.

I turned and walked two steps then lowered her to the berth. The amount of sensitivity in a woman’s breasts vary from woman to woman. I had noticed in Marta’s momma and sisters, that they had very sensitive breasts, so I was anxious to see if Marta’s were sensitive as well.

As we kissed some more, I noted that Marta must come by kissing naturally. She was much better than when we had briefly kissed the other day. But when I moved my lips to her nipple, she immediately began a series of ‘oooh’s’ and ‘aaah’s’ that continued as I licked and sucked each nipple and kissed and nipped each breast. I decided she might even be more sensitive than the rest of her family.

Finally, I gave up those magnificent mammeries and kissed my way down her tummy to her puppy. Whether she called it her puppy or her pussy, there is something about a sixteen-year-olds virgin puppy lips that tastes divine. So I spent some extra time enjoying what no man had ever enjoyed before.

Her ‘oooh’s’ and ‘aaah’s’ had turned to low moans as I ravished her puppy, finally culminating with a heaving sigh as I touched her clitty with the tip of my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me against her puppy, hard, as she lifted my head with her hips, grinding her puppy against my face.