Chapter 4: Because You Were Cold...

About five minutes later, a large flashlight on a thin cord touched the sand about three feet from me. I picked it up and jerked on the cord a couple of times, then turned the light off and left it to settle back into the sand. Moments later, someone reeled it to the surface.

About half an hour later, a body settled gently into the sand beside me. I was surprised that it was Carina in full scuba gear. She didn’t try to pull me up or make me face her. She simply sat beside me and then slowly reached for my left hand with her right, intertwining her fingers in mine.

I began to feel her shivering. She was only in a bikini, with no wetsuit, and I wasn’t sure how much air was in her tank. So, I stood and pushed towards the surface, gently pulling her with me. Just before we reached the surface, she pulled me towards the starboard side of the yacht. There, tied to a short cord was another scuba tank. She quickly helped me into the harness and handed me the regulator without bothering to turn it on. Then we both made our way back to the stern and those massive sugar-scoops.

As she pulled herself up on the scoop, she paused again for me to join her.

“We did inspection. Say nothing to anyone,” she whispered fiercely.

Then after climbing out and removing our gear, she led me, dripping, to the rear-port stairway and down the steps to the rearward stateroom. She took me into the en suite head and opened the shower door.

“Just drop those wet clothes and I’ll take care of them,” she told me as she reached in and adjusted the shower temperature. I stepped in and had just ducked my head under the spray when I felt her enter the shower behind me. She took a washcloth and some shower gel and began washing my shoulders. She moved slowly down my back, paying no more attention to my ass than any other part of me. Then she knelt and began washing my legs.

Standing back up, she turned me around and backed me under the spray, then with some girly smelling shampoo, she gently washed my hair. I had my eyes closed, but I felt myself becoming embarrassed anyway. Then I remembered that Carina was a both a woman and a mother. She knew what a hard-on was. Hell! She was a gynecologist. She even knew why it got hard and what it was designed for. So, I just relaxed and decided to go with the flow. It was her show.

Pulling me forward slightly, she began soaping my chest and my arms. Then she knelt and washed the front of my legs. Finally, she reached for my cock and gently bathed it before standing back up and turning me once again to rinse off.

Pushing me out of the shower, she turned to bathe herself. My eyes were glued to her body as I toweled myself dry, then I waited on her to finish. My mind searched for the superlatives that I would use if I were to write about what I was witnessing. There were a lot of firsts. My first naked woman, first naked breasts, first naked pussy. My first time having my cock fondled, even if it was just to wash it. My first shower with a woman. My first time witnessing a girl bathe. Wow!

I would be willing to bet that Carina had never had such an attentive audience for her shower before.

When she stepped out of the shower, I placed the towel on her back and dried it for her. Then she took the towel and dried the rest of her body. I thought my cock would erupt all over her when she bent at the waist to dry her legs. Her breasts swinging like pendulums as she moved the towel down and back up. Holy cow! I don’t know why I wasn’t spewing all over her.

Now, all I wanted to do was get back to my own stateroom and jack off while all these images were still fresh on my mind.

Wrapping the towel around her body and tucking it in just over her breasts, she led me out of the bathroom and over to their queen-sized bed. There she had me lay down on my back and she scooted in beside me, sitting up to lean against the padded headboard. Then she reached down and softly began to draw her fingers across my hairless chest.

“Daniel?” she started. “May I talk to you? Without you getting upset?”

“I’m a teenaged virgin and you’re lying here in only a damp towel. I cannot think straight as it is. How could I possibly get upset?”

“Why?” she asked.

“Why can’t I think straight?” I asked. “I told you ... I’m an eighteen-year-old virgin lying next to a goddess!”

“My goodness! No, I meant why did you go sit on the bottom of the bay?”

“Anna said something hurtful to me. Roland warned me that I had to control my feelings on this trip. He said I could do immense damaged if I failed. So instead of getting mad or retaliating, I decided to see if I could figure out why she said it. But I knew I had to remove myself from the current circumstances and find a place to think. The bottom of the bay seemed like a good solution.”

“We’ll come back to the bottom of the bay in a moment. What did Anna say?”

“She asked me if I was gay,” I said.

“She asked if you were gay?”

“I know that doesn’t sound mean when I say it back, but before she said it, she and Mischa where whispering and laughing at something while they made me stand there. Then, when she asked it, her tone changed, and she just sounded like she was trying to hurt me. To insult me.”

“Did you figure out why she said what she said?”

“Not really. I’m afraid I don’t have enough information.”

“Daniel? Have you ever dated?”

“A few group dates, but no one-on-one dates. I was always busy with golf. My dream used to become good enough to be invited to The Masters.”

“Then you’ve never kissed a girl?”

“Just one.”

Carina paused for a moment and then figured it out. “You mean back at the chateau? THAT was your only kiss?”

I nodded. Was I really that pitiful?

“I had lots of friends in school and didn’t really have a hard time talking to girls. But I never met anyone that really interested me. And besides, since I was twelve, I’ve had this overwhelming desire to get good enough to play professional golf. So, instead of hanging out with the other kids, I practiced golf every moment I could. I’d start when I got home from school and practice until dark. Or until my fingers bled. I wanted it so bad I just couldn’t give it up. That is ... until the day I got struck by lightning. Then ... well you know.

“Since that day, I haven’t been able to play golf and the only girl that has ever kissed me, did it so I wouldn’t destroy her home. I’ve never met anyone that wanted to kiss me because they liked me. And the one girl I like, is already in a relationship,” I said.

“The one girl you liked?”

“She’s also scared of me,” I added.

Carina was silent for a long time. I had almost decided to go to my stateroom and get dressed for dinner when she finally spoke.

“I have one more question, Daniel. What made you leave the bottom of the bay so suddenly?”

I hesitated for a minute, looking into her eyes. I knew then that I could never lie to her.

“Because you were cold...”

“And he said to me, ‘Because you were cold.’”

“And then?” Roland pressed.

“Why I ripped off my towel and jumped on top of him and fucked his brains out!” Carina replied angrily.

Roland just maintained his steady gaze at his wife. She could see he was processing all that she had said and done. So, after she calmed down, she told him the rest of the story.

“Actually, I rolled over on him and cried my eyes out. And the whole time he just held me and ran his hand up and down my spine. Finally, when I stopped crying, he helped me sit up and handed me the box of tissues. Then, without another word, he left the room.”

“That’s it?” Roland asked his wife.

“Oui. When he left so suddenly, I just didn’t know what to think,” Carina replied. “What should I have done?”

“Do you want the husband’s point of view or the psychiatrist’s point of view?”

“I don’t know...” she sniffed. “I know that you and I, we have a somewhat open marriage, and we have both had other partners. But we have always been together in our ... adventures and besides, I have never felt like this about another man. He bounces from my motherly instincts to my sexual instincts to my I-don’t-know-what instincts. He draws me in with simple, romantic gestures, and he feels something for me from the bottom of his heart. It’s getting almost impossible to avoid giving in to him.”

“Our Daniel is a very passionate man-child,” Roland said.

“Yes, he is, isn’t he?” Carina replied. “So, what should I do? I can’t avoid him for the next six weeks.”

“Okay. The ‘psychiatrist’s’ answer: Do you like his passion?”

“Ah ... yes.”

“Good. Do you like the idea of him being a virgin?”

“Mixed on that one. There’s a lot to be said for experience.”

“Okay. Do you love him?”

“No ... er, Yes ... I don’t know!”

“Interesting...”

“ROLAND! Don’t do that! I’m so confused. And over a child!”

“Make no mistake, Carina. Daniel is no child. He is an innocent, passionate man who happens to be a virgin. And he is in love with you. But he is not a child.”

“He’s ... he’s in love with me? Oh, Roland. What should I do?”

“Let me ask you a serious question, Carina...” he started, looking directly into her eyes. “If you go to him, will you come back to me?”

Carina was quiet for a long time. Finally, she said, “Daniel is offering me something that I feel has been missing in my life. You were experienced when we met, and you taught me many things. Now, I feel the urge to pass that on. To teach someone new what you have taught me. I’d like to show Daniel how to make love, not just fuck. But to do that, I have to admit that I love him. The question is, can I love two men? Is there room in my heart for the man who has loved me and cared for me and given me children and a home and his love. But also, room for a young man who is just starting his adventure, as it were. Who is setting out on a journey that may or may not include me and you?”

“Okay. Now for the ‘husband’ answer: Go to him, Carina. It will make you happy. It will make you fulfilled. But just remember to come back to me.”

The twenty-four-meter catamaran was quiet and dark as it sit bobbing gently at anchor. Tomorrow, we would unfurl the sails and set sail on an adventure halfway around the world. But tonight, Carina wanted to set sail on another adventure. One she was not sure of where it might end. She loved her husband with all her heart, but something about this young man pulled at her very soul. She had to find out. Was it real, or just her imagination running away with her? Once more she thanked God for such an understanding mate as she knocked softly on his open door.

“May I come in?” Carina whispered softly.

“Carina, are you sure about this?” Daniel asked from somewhere in the dark.

“I’m cold...”

It was after 10:00 am when Corina made her way up to the galley. There, she fixed herself a cup of Earl Grey tea. Then she went in search of Roland. She found him in the cockpit, sitting on a settee that faced aft as he watched the wake left in the ocean by the majestic sailing vessel.

She was dressed in her bikini bottoms and a see-through wraparound skirt around her waist. She had forgotten that they were under way and everyone else had shed their clothes.

As she settled in beside her husband who had already abandoned his clothes for the trip, she tucked her legs under her on the settee. Taking a sip of her tea, she said, “It’s beautiful!”

“So, how did it go? Was it good?” Roland asked.

“You don’t want to know,” she teased.

“Oh, but I do,” he said lightheartedly rubbing his hands together with a snide smile.

“Okay. But I warned you!” she said gleefully.

“I consider myself warned. Now tell me.”

“Five times!”

“What? You came five times?” he asked.

“No, silly. HE came five times. I came so many times I lost count!”

“Maybe you were right. Maybe I don’t want to know,” Roland deadpanned.

“Oh, Roland. I had forgotten all about the stamina of youth. When he woke me up early this morning and wanted to go again, I about died. But I figured you can’t put the genie back in the bottle, so I let him take me again. It took him almost an hour that fifth time, but he kept making me cum and cum, and cum.”

“You were right. I definitely do not want to hear anymore!” Roland declared.

“Too bad. It’s making me horny just telling you about it,” she said with a giggle.

“Well, come on! Let’s go to our stateroom and you can tell me all about it!” he said, jumping to his feet and pulling her up.

“Oh, my. What have I gotten myself into? I’m already sore down there and I haven’t even told him about teaching Daniel how to lick my pussy!” Carina thought to herself.

After that session in their stateroom, Carina could barely walk as she made her way up the steps to the galley. But she was thirsty, and she needed something to eat.

“Someone has been a very busy little girl since they came on board. So busy, she hasn’t had time to talk with her friend,” Archara said to her friend. “Now tell me what you’d like to eat and then while I prepare it, you can tell me what you have been doing.”

Since there were very few secrets on a boat this size, Carina decided to go with the truth. “I’ve been busy with Daniel and Roland.”

“Roland, I know about. Tell me about Daniel,” Archara whispered conspiratorially.

Explaining Daniel had presented a problem at first, but after talking it through, Roland and Carina had decided that the truth was the safest way to go, just not all the truth.

“Daniel is the son of some friends-of-the-family in America who, after an accident, was having some very severe emotional problems at home. His parents decided to send him to spend some time with Roland to see if he could help Daniel. Over the last eight months Roland has made tremendous strides with Daniel. So much, that Roland says that there is little else he can do for him. His problem is that he is a man with special talents who didn’t know how to deal with those talents. But now, he is simply an amazing young man. Mark my words, Archara, he is going to go far in this world. Did you know that he can make Mischa and I both feel better when we’re on our periods? He does this thing where he somehow creates an aura around us and soon, the pain just goes away!”

“I simply must tell Vivienne about this. She has the ghastliest periods. They’re so painful for her.”

“I’d bet that Mischa has already told them.”

“Now tell me about last night and scuba diving after him,” Archara said.

“Well, do you know what your stepdaughter said to him?” Carina asked. Archara was Alfred’s second wife. His first wife died from breast cancer five years ago. So, Anna and Charlotte were her stepdaughters, but she loved them and treated them as her own.

“Anna or Charlotte?” Archara asked.

“It was Anna, but I’m sure all the other girls were involved. It seems that Anna asked Daniel if he was gay. Evidently, she was fairly mean about it. Sort of one of those ‘not what you say, but how you say it’ type of things.”

Archara just shook her head. She knew how her girls could be towards others sometimes.

“Well, Daniel was raised never to retaliate against a woman, so instead, he just walked away from them before he said something he would later regret. He walked out on the scoop, grabbed an air tank and jumped in. Then he just sat there on the bottom of the bay thinking everything through.”

“Well then, why did you go in after him?”

“Daniel can often get lost in his own thoughts and forget to check his reserves, so after thirty minutes, I knew I had to go check on him. He was only in about five meters of water, so when I went down, I just sat down on the sand next to him so I wouldn’t startle him. A few minutes later, we started for the surface without a word or gesture,” Carina told her.

“So, he wasn’t mad at Anna?” Archara asked.

“No. He told me that he was trying to figure out what he had done to make her treat him like that. That way, he could change it, so she wouldn’t feel the need to be mean to him anymore.”

“He sounds a little naïve to me.”

“You have to remember what Anna ask him. She ask him if he was gay!”

“Surely she didn’t! I’m going to have a talk with that girl. That was uncalled for!”

“And I will tell you the rest, but you probably shouldn’t tell Anna and Charlotte. Before last night, he was a virgin!” Carina said with a giggle. “So, I think that the girls just confused gay with virgin. But they won’t be able to make that mistake anymore.”

Archara’s eyebrows rose up under her bangs, her eyes wide.

“YOU?”

“Yes, me!” Carina said proudly.

“Tell me! Tell me more!” Archara said gleefully.

“I’ll tell you like I told Roland; You don’t want to know!”

“Oh, but I do!”

“Okay, but remember you asked for it! Five times!

“What did I ask for five times?”

“No, no. That’s how many times he came inside me. Five times!”

“Ohmygod! No! Five times? In one night?”

Well, technically in about six hours!” Carina said, bragging just a little.

“And then Roland this morning? Do I need to call you a doctor?”

“You can, since I am a doctor. And a gynecologist to boot,” she said laughing at her own joke.

“You’re too funny, Doctor! Now tell me the truth. Was it really good? I mean how good could he be if he hasn’t had any experience?”