Chapter 5

Sunday morning, Tina and I cleared the harbor by ten and it was a perfect day for sailing. The winds were straight out of the west and a steady ten knots. Tina knew her way around the “Motion to Dismiss” practically as well as I did and once clear we turned north toward the Redondo marina where we would have lunch. We trimmed the sails and Tina announced she was going to work on her tan some more. I told we had an hour for her to do what she wanted.

The Puma wasn’t huge but I couldn’t see her from the cockpit and went forward to check. She was sunbathing. Au naturale. Yowza.

“Tina,” I hollered.

“Yes,” she answered back casually.

“Don’t burn,” I said and just enjoyed the scenery for a moment. She was a fine-looking woman. Really fine. I went back down. If I stayed up front, we’d go flying past Redondo.

When we got close, I dropped the Foresail and our speed slowed dramatically. A naked Tina walked past me to go below and it was everything I could do to keep my hands off of her.

She paused before going below to put her bikini on. “Like what you see?”

I stared. “You know exactly what I like. Turn to your right a little.” She did. “You know I love how you look. Everything about how you look. But your ass, Tina. I don’t even know why that is but, damn. Weight lifting. Your PE class. Your abs. You’ve been working on ... I don’t even know what to call it.”

“Body sculpting.”

“It works. You couldn’t be much finer. Really.”

She smiled, blew me a kiss and went down to change. When we were close, I dropped the mainsail and we went in under power. I didn’t have a mooring reservation but there was plenty of room. We tied off and I offered to pay but was told they’d collect when we left.

Tina had put her bikini back on and had a cover-up over the top. It was pretty.

“That looks like a Real Lulu,” I said, meaning that I thought LuAnn had made it. She nodded.

“I’d probably have to keep her as a friend, even if I hated her, just because of all the great clothing she’s made for me.”

“And in return?”

“Nothing ever required or even asked for. I help her with geometry. But it wouldn’t matter. We don’t keep track.”

We made our way past the touristy places to The Landing where we got pretty decent burgers and fries for a reasonable price. The dating business was keeping me broke. We talked about school and what I’d learned from Guidance about the classes I could take from Coast and have USC accept them. The advice not to worry about a two-year degree seemed smart and the more I thought about it, the smarter it seemed.

“Tuition at Coast is a lot cheaper than USC so every class I can take there will save a bundle. In fact, if I take summer classes, I hate to even say that ... but if I take summer classes and then a full load for dual credit at Coast and Mesa, I might be able to transfer to USC as an incoming Junior, the same year you start as a Freshman.”

“Ah. You think I’m not going to do the same. I may transfer as a Sophomore and still be one year behind you.”

“It’s all about the money. I know my folks will help. Did I tell you that Lisa and LuAnn are planning on going to UCI?”

“No, but I already knew that.”

“Since it’s a lot cheaper, maybe my folks will be willing to spend a bit more on my education.”

“Maybe. But I don’t like to deal in hypothetical.”

“So, I’ve learned. Guess I need to nail that down.”

“I would, Michael. Sit down and go over the possibilities with them. Really cost it out. Figure out the cost of renting an apartment too. Rent, groceries, everything.”

“I think that’s a good idea. I could get one of those apartment finders and look through that.”

“Definitely. I think if it’s closer to campus, you could save on time and parking but rent will probably be more. There’s got to be a trade-off.”

“Might want to get a bicycle. I saw a lot of them in racks when Fallon and I went up. A lot of beater bikes. Cheap things that won’t kill your wallet if it gets stolen.”

“That’s smart.”

We continued the conversation along those lines long after we were done eating. We walked back to the boat still talking about it and had decided we needed to go on a fact-finding trip. We had all but decided to make the trip on the Friday after Thanksgiving, less than a month away.

When we got back to the boat, I paid for two hours and we cast off. I took us out and headed south with only one sail set and when I found what I was looking for, I brought it in and dropped anchor.

“This is a nice spot. Why are we stopped, though?” I just looked at her and she got it. “Oh. Ooh.”

“You’re overdressed. Why don’t you change into your sunbathing outfit?”

We were too far from shore for prying eyes and there wasn’t another boat for miles. I grabbed four towels from below deck and went topside.

“You have something specific in mind, don’t you?”

“I do. Why don’t you lie down?”

“Okay. Are you going to get naked too, or just me?”

“Just you, baby. What I have in mind requires me to be wearing shorts.”

“Now you have my interest.”

I laid the four towels down, one on top of the other and motioned for her to lay down. I helped her scooch aft until I had enough room and lay down beside her. I eased up on my left side and let my right-hand play over her body, gently tracing her curves.

“Relax, baby. Just enjoy the gentle rocking, the sound of the water against the boat, fresh air. Just enjoy it. I want to help you enjoy the outdoors like never before.” She smiled. “Every time you lay out to tan, you’ll remember this tanning session.”

“Ooh. Then I’m going to remember this for a long time. You better make it good.”

“I’m going to make it good,” I said and let my hands wander closer to paradise.

She spread her legs a bit, sending a clear signal that she wanted me to move things forward. I continued to caress her and knew how to get her aroused quickly. While I wanted to take a long time, I didn’t relish the possibility of another boat approaching and interrupting us. I used my hands to warm her up and when she spread her legs again, I climbed between them.

“Baby, I’m going to play with you with my mouth for a while but I don’t want you to cum. Tell me if you’re getting close,” I said, and began to feast.

It didn’t take long for her to let me know she was getting close. I raised up on my knees so she could see that I was straining my shorts. I inched forward until she could just reach. “Feel,” I said and she squeezed me and let go. Then I positioned myself so my dick would press directly against her pussy.

“Ooh. That’s nice.”

I began sliding the length of my dick against her pussy. The front of my shorts became soaked with her juices.