Chapter 2: Henderson

As soon as the engine turned over, Henderson woke up. Genie did her little wave thing again and Henderson froze. Then Genie held her hand out over the side of the boat and a broken clay bottle burst through the surface of the water and landed in her hand. Some shards of broken clay followed the bottle and it fitted itself back together, the pieces melding back into the bottle seamlessly.

She set it down on the seat beside her and it vanished, as if it had never been there. A second hand wave and Genie vanished. At the same time, Henderson finished sitting up and said, “What’d you let me sleep for? I wanted to go swimming.”

I goosed the throttle and the boat slid off the beach and into deep water. “I figured you must have needed the sleep.” I said as I put the motor in neutral.

Henderson got up from the couch and walked over to me, seated in front of the helm. “Can I drive?” she asked.

“Sure.” I slid out of the seat, making sure to do it in such a way that the tall nineteen year old girl had to back up a little to make room for me. She stepped out of the center aisle, in front of the gate, and before she could react, I scooped her up in my arms and tossed her overboard.

Her scream was cut off by the water closing over her head, and as soon as she came up and broke the surface, I jumped over the rail and cannon-balled her, landing about a foot from the back of her head.

She was laughing when I surfaced, and she swept her arm across the water and hit me with a respectable sheet of water. It caught me by surprise and I dove after the third wave and surfaced a second time about six inches in front of her. I grabbed the side of the boat with one hand and her with the other, pulling her close so she couldn’t splash me again.

“No fair!” she giggled.

“It’s self defense,” I said. “You were drowning me.”

“Oh? I guess I’d better make sure you’re ok, then.” And then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. And it wasn’t any friendly little peck on the lips either. It was a full body contact, tongue down your throat, fuck me now kiss. Buy the time she was through, I was damn near panting for air, and my cock was a rigid steel bar in my bathing suit, and pressing delightfully against her firm young belly.

She broke the kiss and said dreamily, “A little mouth to mouth really helps, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah,” I gasped, still panting from that scorcher of a kiss.

“We better get back in the boat,” she said in a sexy little drawl. “You’re still breathing hard. I think you might need a little more mouth to mouth.”

And then she turned me loose, grabbed the edge of the deck and effortlessly hauled herself out of the water. She picked up my towel and quickly turbaned her hair and then looked down at me.

“You coming?” she asked, a knowing smile on her face.

I shook my head, “Not yet, kiddo. I’m just enjoying the view.” What I was doing was stalling for time. I hadn’t been able to get into this boat as easily as she had since I bought it some ten years ago. I’m forty-three, seriously short of breath from way too many cigarettes and overweight as well.

‘Genie,’ I thought, ’Are you there?’

‘Of course, Master.’

‘Can you put me in peak physical condition without changing the way I look?’

‘I can but you don’t have to worry about people you know noticing that you’ve changed. To them, you will always have looked fit.’

‘Nice,’ I thought to her. ’Go ahead, please.’

I didn’t really feel any change, but I came out of the lake like a cork out of a bottle. It was almost effortless, and when I looked at myself in the reflection on the water, a slim, well built but not obviously pumped me looked back.