Chapter 12

It's very cramped in the little bunkroom. Bolted to the hull around the fold-down beds are bins and cupboards for the trawler's food supplies. They intrude into the available space, leaving an aisle about a foot wide for access to the toilet in the bow.

Below the bed on which Jonno sits naked, expectant, is another food locker upon which webbing is attached for extra stowage. Two leather straps hang down from the bed to permit the sleeper to secure themselves during a storm.

I want to make love to Jonno, but its worse in here than a car parked behind the boat ramps. It's difficult to arrange yourself without something digging into you or bumping you on the head.

It seems to me the most practical way is to sit on him backwards. My feet placed in the aisle, leaning a little forward to dodge the top locker projecting a foot and a half above my head.

I look suspiciously at a stop valve hanging down from the head in front of me. It's part of the high pressure water system for the fire hoses. If I get too carried away it'll leave an awful bruise on my head. How Jonno can move around down here at sea without maiming himself on something is beyond me.

I turn around and back up, sliding my bottom along his thighs. Jonno gives a sharp intake of breath and strokes my smooth cheeks. His cock nestles in my cleft and I give my arse a wiggle. Sliding along his length my pussy transfers it's slippery lubrication onto his long fat member.

I tease him for a while. He's breathing faster and faster, groaning, caressing my back, thighs and arse. I reach down to my jeans lying in the aisle and retrieve the little packet of condoms.

"It's only a three-pack," I smile, handing them to him.

"Tha's alrigh'..." he strains out.

He struggles with the packet for a moment before biting it open with his teeth. By the time he has it open, I'm laughing at his desperation.

"Don't bite a hole in it!" I caution.

But in the end he's careful and rolls the thing down over himself. I spread my legs as much as possible and, grabbing the valve for support, lower myself carefully down onto the head of his cock.

"Alright if I hold this?" I ask him.

"Yes... doesn't matter... no pressure... pump's not going..."

"Kay!"

It's certainly stretching me. I work his head carefully inside me, lowering myself in stages, working his length in slowly. Jonno tries to pull me down, anxious to get up me as far as he can.

"Wait! Let me do it!" I tell him.

I move up and down on him, about half to three quarters of the way down. It's about all I can manage comfortably at the moment. With one hand I massage my clitoris, trying to increase the stimulation. This way, this angle, his cock just misses my sweet spot.

It still feels great though, all hard and hot against my velvety walls now slippery with lubrication.

I know Jonno's instinct is to jam that thing as far up me as he can. I can feel it in his straining fingers on my hips, itching to grab me and pull me down.

"You... uh... alright baby?" I ask.

"Yeah... good..."

Breasts bobbing on my chest I start to speed up. I diddle with myself faster and faster.

"Like... ah... fucking me... oh... babe?"

"Yes... oh yes..." he croaks, "oh God!"

I bob faster on him, holding the valve for support and keeping it away from my head. My legs ache, I change to a circular movement around his tool to give myself a little rest. Jonno's arse has slid forward to balance precariously on the edge of the bed. His arms strain trying to pull both our weights up to a safer position.

"Let me up," he says urgently, " the metal bar's killing me."

The bed frame has a metal handrail along the edge, it's digging into the small of his back. I pull up off him and study the problem. Jonno has an idea born out lust and desperation and takes the initiative. Standing, he takes me and lays me down over the bottom locker, over the webbing. I'm just able to pull my feet up onto his shoulders before he's feeding his cock back inside me.

"Easy now... uh... not too hard..." I instruct him.

Bending over me, he has his legs arranged somehow in the aisle. He's supporting his body with his arms. I'm practically bent double, however, and feel vulnerable and exposed. A little tingle of fear courses through my body, I've no way to control the action, I'm totally at his mercy.

"I want you," he murmurs and thrusts his cock in.

I gasp, partly in fear, partly in surprise at the sudden intrusion.

With one hand he grabs my breast and squeezes around the nipple hard enough to hurt a little.

"Ow... not so... Ooh..."

He thrusts in again, firmly, pushing the air out of my lungs. I try to push myself up but can't, I'm well and truly pinned down.

"Not so rough..."

But he's not listening anymore, he's now in charge.

"You're mine..." he whispers.

(How old fashioned!)

And thrusts steadly, pushing himself up further and further.

"No wait... Ooh... uh... yes... uh..."

I can feel his hard pubic bone banging into my clitoris sending sparks of sensation rippling through my body. My hands grab him by the hips, feeling the pulsing of his muscles as he pounds away.

An orgasm jolts me, not a rolling series of spasms but a short sharp explosion of feeling. I wail through clenched teeth, uncaring if the whole dockside is listening in.

Jonno, though, keeps going right through it. My body stiffens and squirms but still he doesn't slacken the pace.

"You like me fucking you?"

"Yes... oh yes..." I gasp, "fuck me..."

"You like my... big... hard... cock?" he emphasises the words with hard thrusts.

"Yes... OH... keep... UH... going..."

I can barely get the words out, I feel so desperate, desperate for his cock, for his body. He growls, his pounding gets faster and faster, his face screws up to a mask of animal lust. He puts his hands on my shoulders to keep me from being driven backwards into the steel wall. My feet slip off his shoulders and flail in the air as he brings himself to conclusion.

"OH..." he hollers and thrusts his tool hard inside and holds it there, as if he's trying to impregnate me.

Again he slams me as he releases another load of potential Italians into the condom. Once more, then a forth time until, with a groan he collapses on top on me.

My body's spent and numb in places. A dull ache manifests itself between my shoulder blades where I've apparently been lying on a metal webbing buckle. I wrap my arms around the sweaty body crushing me. I just want to hold him regardless of my physical discomfort.

My mind is all confusion mixed with that languid feeling.

'What on earth has just happened here?' I ask myself.

I get the feeling that a door has just been opened.

Afterwards, we dress in silence, smiling to each other in an embarrassed fashion. I don't think Jonno understands what just happened either.

We decide that a shower is necessary and Jonno suggests the Trawlermen's Club down the quay. Apparently they have facilities for the fishermen to use.

"And friends?" I ask.

"If you're with a member."

We smile at the unintentional pun.

After a short walk down the pier, holding hands regardless of the spectators, we come to an old building. From the lobby, doors lead off to a smokey bar, upstairs, there are apparently rooms to rent.

"Why didn't we rent one of those?" I ask him, "it'd be a damn sight more comfortable than the boat."

"Didn't think of it," he replies, "come, the showers are through here."

We go through into the shower area. Each stall has it's own changing room so there's complete privacy. At least there's no fat fishermen walking around with towels around their middles.

The place is deserted. Everyone who wanted a shower has had one and are now propping up the bar across the lobby.

We slip into the end stall and slide the bolt across. Jonno's fetched a couple of towels and a bar of soap from the locker. You apparently drop the linen in a laundry basket on the way out.

"Full service!" I tell him.

"Yes, everything's here. After three weeks at sea you want it all laid on. Afterwards we can get dinner in the bar, if you're interested?"

"What about Mama?"

"I'll call her."

"You'd rather have dinner with me?"

He nods and gives me a kiss. Somehow that seems like the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

We get undressed, again, Jonno insists on undoing my bra. As he adjusts the water I find the opened packet of condoms in my back pocket and put them within easy reach, just in case.

When I get home, it's two in the morning and the packet is empty. Actually, we could have done with a refill.

After soaping and stroking each other in the shower, we made love again, from behind this time. Jonno was much more more gentle and we stopped and rested often. We must have spent about three quarters of an hour under that shower before we finally emerged.

Famished, we went into the bar for dinner. The dining area was off in a separate area and under 18's were allowed providing they were accompanied by an adult.

The food was mostly Italian and Greek, reflecting the ethnic backgrounds of most of the fishermen. Decorating the walls were pictures of Greek isles, Italian fishing villages and various memorabilia. At the far end hung the Greek and Italian flags and, curiously the stars and stripes. Jonno said it was a gift from some sister Greek Association in New York.

Near us on the wall were a couple of old photos. One was of a group of Greek soldiers with bandoliers draped haphazardly over their shoulders. The other, an Italian pilot stood proudly by his fighter displaying a row of 'victories' painted below the cockpit. Underneath, probably scratched on the negative, were the words, 'C Campanella... MC 202, ' in white.

Seeing me looking at them, Jonno says,

"Mario's father... Mario owns two boats... his father was an air ace... that's his plane. MC 202 is the type of aircraft, Macchi-Castoldi 202 if I remember correctly."

"The Greeks and Italians were on different sides in world war 2, weren't they?"

"Yes... Mussolini invaded but the Greeks gave him a kicking. They had to call in the Germans. Down through the last 2000 odd years," he continues, "we've always been friends and enemies. Like neighbours everywhere we occasionally get sick of the sight of one another."

The meal was wonderful. Lots of gazing into each other's faces, oblivious to the other diners. Lot's of touching and holding of hands. Over icecream and chocolate sauce, Jonno suggested we get a room upstairs for a while and I readily agreed. That's where we finally ran out of condoms.

It was around 1.30am when Jonno called a cab for me. We'd been watching a movie while snuggled up in bed, some silly thing with subtitles. I didn't want to leave, I'd have been quite happy to have woken up in his arms, but I knew mum would have a fit.

I had called her earlier to let her know I wasn't going to be home for dinner and she'd told me not to stay out too late because I had school in the morning. She'd need a good explanation.

I sleep through the alarm and mum shakes me awake. I mumble that I'm sick and I'm not going to school today. She shakes her head and leaves me alone.

When I look at the time again, it's nearly lunch. The house is empty, both my parents are at work, and I find a note on the kitchen counter.

'Have rung school for you. You'd better have a good excuse when I get home, ' signed, 'mum.'

The phone rings soon after, it's mum.

"Where the hell did you get to. You haven't been drinking have you?"

"No," I say, but she ignores me and continues.

"... because I'm not having my daughter being pulled out of some shitty bar and brought home at 2 in the morning by the police..."

"I didn't..."

"You are SO grounded my girl. I've tolerated you seeing Nick Apostolakis and getting up to Christ knows what with him and that crazy Rachael, but this is the end of it. Do you hear me?"

"Mum, I..."

"You're keeping you legs firmly crossed from now on..."

"MUM!"

"... until you're out of my hair. And I mean it! If you blow your exams..."

"I won't!"

"... don't expect any help from your father and I. I won't have you slut yourself around the port..."

"Mum, for Christs sake..."

"... like a common whore, Beatie. You're keeping away from the boats, from Apostolakis, or you can find somewhere else to live, DO YOU HEAR ME?"

"Yes."

There's no use arguing with her when she's like this. The phone clicks finally and I feel devastated. I didn't think she'd blow up like this, I guess it's been building for quite a while.

Angela calls during lunch recess.

"Where are you, they told me you were sick, are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." I tell her what happened.

"Oopsie, I guess you'd better lay low for a while."

"Yeah, I'd better. I was going to anyway until after the exams."

"Yeah, well, take care, I'll ring you later, bye."

I ring Jonno.

"What're you up to?"

"Busy victualling, you?"

I explain about the phone call from mum.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept you so late."

"I wouldn't have gone, Jonno. I wanted to stay with you."

"I need to get back to you. The tinned stuff has just arrived... Beatie?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

I found myself repeating the words back to him before he hangs up. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. It's good in a way that he'll be gone for three weeks. It'll give me time to think as well as complete my exam preparation.

ANGELA CONTINUES.

I get off the phone after calling Tee at home. It sounds like she's going very keen on that fisherman guy. I hope it blows over.

It's not that I'd deny her any happiness or anything. No, it's just that it'll change everything. For one, she'll become less interested in hanging out with me. Two, I have plans for us, I don't imagine she'd be interested in setting up a little business with me with her man in tow. And thirdly, I'm not sure she's picked the right one. I've never met him but, from what Tee tells me, he's hardly her intellectual equal.

What will they talk about after the fucking's done? Fish? Really, they don't seem to have much in common besides a taste for sex. Does she really want to be popping out kids every year and cramming a marriage into the little time he spends ashore? I guess that'll take care of the conversation anyway, they'd have no time for anything except a quick fuck and a wave goodbye.

I don't have to worry about exams, unlike Tee. I'm not going to go to University so I just have an internal assessment.

The year is winding down and school will be finished for good. The seniors, who are sitting exams are starting to drift away on study leave. For those of us left behind we pretty much please ourselves.

Some of the kids are going off to job interviews, others don't even bother showing up. Tee is taking study classes, she's really desperate to get good marks.