Chapter 9

Last full day. Well, last day really. They would have to vacate the boat by ten the following day. It would have to be clean and tidy and the boat cover on. Not a lot of time. So today was the last day. It was already getting warm as they made toast and tea again. A boat load of boy scouts passed by and, being observant chaps, they noticed that the girl who stood up on the bench looking out across the river was not, in fact, wearing bikini bottoms as they had assumed at first, but was in a light pair of pants and a teeshirt that was tight across the front as she leaned forward against the roof. It was clear that there was nothing between teeshirt and skin. The boy scouts let out very appreciating shouts and Abigail waved back. She realised that a week ago she would have put her arms over her chest and fled; she even briefly considered raising her teeshirt, as one boy boldly suggested. The scoutmaster (a good, honourable and decent man who had no interest in females but would have preferred to cut his own hand off than touch one of the boys) waved back without realising what it was that had caused the flurry of calls from his charges. He simply didn’t register such things as girls nipples and underwear.

“You’ve been good for us Rupe.” Abigail was saying to him. “You’ve always been good and protective, and now you’ve helped bring us out of ourselves. And you cook well too.” She still hadn’t mastered ‘all in one pot’ cooking. They went below and dressed. Oddly, dressing was still a more private affair, something that Rupert realised but didn’t understand. He had seen them all naked, had interfered with most of the orifices (to mutual pleasure), he had even seen them pee (and seen more with Mary); but pulling their pants on was somehow private. It made no sense, but he stayed out of the way and then went and found his own clothes.

They would sail back to Potter Heigham, go through the bridge and then go for showers. “Herbert Woods does not have mixed showers, as far as I know.”

“Pity.” said Amelie “Couldn’t we stop at that camp site again? It’s on the way.”

“No, we want to be clean and tidy tomorrow. Not clean and tidy this afternoon and then filthy again from raising and lowering the mast.”

“I think, Rupe, that we should lower it and then raise it. Not the other way round.”

“Yeah yeah.” He pulled Amelie to him and kissed her. Which she considered a good start. She was still wondering if Herbert Woods maybe just had ‘showers’ rather than male and female ones. Still hoping. “We’ve a long journey tomorrow, we want to fell good.”

“So you and Amelie are off tonight?” asked Mary innocently. “You don’t want to be all sweaty do you? Oh! Look at Amie’s face!” It was true. Amelie was looking forward to her second ever night of passion. Mary laughed and hugged her sister “Only joking.” She wondered why nobody noticed that she, Mary, had missed out a bit, and Rupert hadn’t made love (and she did think of it like this now) to her last night.

Rupert waited until the two of them were alone. “Mary, I hope you don’t mind missing out last night? I mean you didn’t miss out too much, did you?”

She smiled at him, he really was the kind of boy every girl would like as a boyfriend – rather than a fuck buddy (she hated the term, but that was what they were); “You’re alright, Rupert. Make Amelie’s last night special, she’s got another year to go before she can easily pull boys again, and they’ll be a disappointment anyway I’m sure.” Rupert gave her a hug and a kiss. He knew he was lucky, he hadn’t enough experience to know just how incredibly lucky he was.

Then he switched to boat skipper mode “Right, lets get the roof down, anybody want a reef in – a reduced sail, Mary! You know that. - No? Okay, Amelie, engine on. Mary, you and I will pull up the ropes. Abigail. You are on shore pulling out the ronds – don’t leave them behind. In fact pull them out and hold on to the ropes if you can. The wind is onshore so we should go across the river, but I think we can cope. Watch out for the boom!”.

Sailing is 90% doing nothing and 10% frenetic activity. He managed to inspire the girls to frenetic activity, making a note that they weren’t wearing shoes! You should wear shoes when rushing round a boat, it was easy to slip, he knew that. Abigail knew that and ignored it. Mary and Amelie had been told in the past. But shoes, even deckshoes, looked silly with socks and shorts (or Amelie’s sexy little bikini bottoms); and without socks they started to sweat and smell. ‘Ah well, last day.’ he thought ‘probably be okay’ Rupert would realise how unusually lucky he was, one day. Meantime, he rode his luck well.

He hauled the topping lift up and Amelie grabbed the scissors just before before they fell in the water. He was pleased and chagrined. He’d forgotten to tell her to grab them, but on the plus side, she had learnt enough to do it anyway.

They drank in the peace and quiet as the gentle wind pushed them along. “This is paradise.” said Rupert out loud; no-one was quite sure if he meant the sailing, or the bevy of lovely girls he was with, or both. Perhaps Rupert couldn’t have explained either, it was just a feeling that they all had.

The sun shone, they came down the Bure and turned into the Thurne. Now they were tacking. It would have been much easier to put on the engine, but they all agreed that they would do this right. For two hours they drove the motorboats crazy by zigzagging across the river, making slow progress. Then they came to the chalets, and Rupert’s nerve failed. He had a vision of going about just too late and the boat bouncing off some classic cruiser moored beside a chalet. They pulled in and put the engine on, but kept the mast up for the moment. They did use the small scissors, but they were planning on mooring somewhere before going through. Abigail took the tiller and stood on the bench seat for a better view. This gave Rupert an eye-level view of her thinly covered groin, and bystanders on the bank behind her a good view of her well shaped behind. She was unaware of this as the concentrated on getting the boat to the mooring. “This is lovely.”

“Yes,” Rupert replied, and then realised that she meant the river. “Yes! Yes, it is.”

Mary and Amelie had seen his eyeline and smiled, then Mary said “Abi, I think you are giving poor old Rupe too much of an eyeful at only a foot away. He didn’t get his rocks off last night, so he’s getting horny; aren’t you my little fuck puppet?”

Rupert went bright red. “It wasn’t for lack of desire, just ... well I was tired. Sorry.”

“Oooo – I’m definitely looking forward to tonight then.” Amelie joined in. “Double the -”

“It doesn’t work like that, you know that! ... you do know that, right?” Rupert answered. Actually, Amelie didn’t. She had listened to some of the sex education, but not the bit that confirmed that the ball sack was not a big bag of semen, so a few days off meant it was full. Like Rupert, who had discovered that the inner lips were not always inside the outer lips, that they could stick out further, no amount of official sex education could completely eradicate the playground myths built up from years of swapping stories.

The conversation ended as the requirements of boating took over, Abi brought it over to the bank gently and, because they had the space, they let it coast to a stop. Rupert and Amelie stepped ashore. He watched as she bent over with her back to him, and dropped the loops over the mooring post and then added a couple of hitches to the rope for good measure. He knew what he was going to see later, but it didn’t stop him admiring the tight cloth across her backside. He noticed two boys from the boat in front admiring the front view. He might have been jealous of others seeing ‘his’ girl, but he could afford to be generous today.

“Lets get through first and then go for coffee and showers and ... actually we could check when the showers open in the morning?” They carefully lowered the mast and tied up the shrouds. Engine on and Abigail went to the bow with Rupert, leaving Mary and Amelie to ‘drive’.

“You trust them?” Abigail asked “My dad would never walk off on something like this. No, no, I mean it’s good. You show confidence in them.”

“They’ll be fine.” ‘I hope’ he was thinking. They headed to the bridge, towards a hole that was clearly far smaller than was reasonable. At the last minute, the two at the front lay back and watch a stone roof passing overhead. As they came out the other end, people watching from the bridge and the bank saw two young people in a tight embrace. A couple of people cheered. Abi and Rupert rolled away from each other, smiling. They went back to the stern. “So, Mary, you are bringing us in. Tell us what to do.”

“Umm ... Abi will you take the front thingy ... the rope. And Rupert, the stern one. Damn! I can’t see a thing with all these wires and ropes and stuff.”

“You’re doing fine. Pick a spot, tell everybody and then be clear what you are doing. Talk out loud if it helps.”

“Okay. That space there? No, not long enough. Oh, there, right at the end. We’ll go past and turn so the mast is sticking past the moorings, it won’t matter then. Okay... “ they waited, watching, as the mooring spot slipped past. “Turning now, Abi, up front now. Amelie, can you move? ABI, MAKE SURE THE ROPE IS UNDER THE FRONT ROPE THING THAT HOLDS THE MAST UP.” ‘Well done,’ thought Rupert ‘You might need work on the names for things, but you’ve got the techniques.’ She headed in at a sharp angle realising that she had turned too early with the river moving them. “Reverse now. Don’t jump, I’ll swing it any minute, yes, now!” And she turned just in time. There was a small ‘bang’ as the side hit, but it was a creditable effort. “Rupe, pull us back a bit; no need to be so close to the other boat. No, not yet.” This last was to Amelie who was about to turn off the engine. “Okay, now. Didn’t want to do that until we were tied up.”

“Well done, very well done.” Rupert said.

“Pompous ass.” Abigail said. Seemed like compliments could always be taken two ways. Mary was happy though; that was what mattered.

They each collected their clean clothes and towels and went off to ‘the town’. As expected, to Amelie’s disappointment, there were showers in the Gents and in the Ladies. No mixed opportunities here. Being only one, Rupert was finished well before the others. He checked when they opened. He knew that Amelie and he would probably appreciate a shower; actually, if he had his way the other two would too. No, it wouldn’t work. He’d put the heater on for hot water instead.

He sat and drank a coffee and ate a coconut slice in the cafe on the main road. It had been a brilliant holiday. He had worried about having three girls on the boat; not about the sex, he had genuinely not been thinking that would come up. He thought he might see a boob or a bottom, but not the intimate detail that he had been gifted. No, he had just wondered if, on their own and away from parental supervision and oversight, the three girls might have started to rub each other up the wrong way. He smiled to himself, not a phrase to use considering what these three were capable of and willing to do. He was sitting in the sun with his eyes shut when Abigail came over from the shower. “I feel human, nearly. You want anything?”