Chapter 9

Pippa stirred, barely surfacing, in the small hours as CC left the bed; she was vaguely aware of wind screaming in the rigging and the grating of anchor-chain in the fairlead. She was restless then until CC returned, his skin chilled. She wrapped herself round him, able to relax and return to her deep sleep. CC, in his turn, was grateful for Pippa's furnace-like body heat.

When she woke in the morning it was still gloomy in the cabin, despite being well after dawn. As her eyes focussed, she saw CC looking at her, tension in his face. She smiled a contented smile and he relaxed and smiled back.

"How are you this morning, pretty lady?"

"Mmmm," she hummed, stretching and wriggling against him, with the result ... well, it may just have been a natural morning stiffie, of course. Her hand wandered down his side then between them to grasp her objective. "Hmmm. Pity to waste this..." she said, stroking it thoughtfully. She slowly manoeuvred her leg over him and pushed herself against him so he was on his back, then drew her knees up, straddling him, rubbed herself against him ... and sat back so he slid home. "Oooh." She grimaced.

"Are you okay?" His voice was concerned.

She smiled down at him. "You're a great guy, you know that?" She was sitting impaled on him, not moving. "I wonder how many men could show consideration for a woman in a situation like this?"

He blushed and didn't reply. She began to move, adjusting her position for best effect, slowly speeding up until she shivered with her climax, the convulsions of her vagina causing CC to follow suit, and she fell forward on top of him.

After a minute or so, she made to roll off him, but he held her there.

"I'm too heavy ... I'll crush you," she protested.

"No ... you won't," he stated, "and I love feeling you on me like this. Will you hold still? And relax?" He spoke firmly and she did stop trying to get off him and allowed her full weight to rest on him. He began to trace her body with his hands; from her back to her sides, brushing the side of her breasts where they weren't pressed against his chest, down to her waist and hips, up, lingering on her buttocks, then down to her inner thighs, causing her to shiver. Over her thighs, then up to the top of her buttocks, where he gently massaged her.

She sighed with pleasure. "That feels wonderful..."

"That's good. You need to know you're beautiful, Pippa. Really. Stop putting yourself down. Beautiful, brave, bright, caring."

She was shaking her head where it was resting on his shoulder.

"Yes, you are."

She gave up resisting his compliments and just rested on him. "You really don't mind me laying on you like this?"

"Stay like that as long as you like." His hands wandered, settling on and kneading the bum she thought too big. "Fantastic," he said, "I love it."

She gave up protesting his compliments, and just breathed in his warm scent. Sleep crept up and ambushed her before she realised. CC smiled a satisfied smile, carried on caressing her, closed his eyes ... and dropped off himself.

They were both woken by a tapping on the cabin door. "Pippa," Cherry's voice, "it's almost ten..."

"Oh ... Lord ... I'll be out in a minute, Skipper. I went back to sleep."

Cherry's giggle was audible to both of them even through the door.

Pippa kissed CC on his neck. "Thank you, CC. You made it just ... great. Wonderful. I can't believe you don't mind me laying on top of you like this."

"I'm glad, Pippa. I wanted to be good for you and I was scared I just didn't have the experience."

"No, but you had the ... love. Thoughtful, caring and gentle. I want to kiss you, but I'll have morning breath."

"Don't care." The resulting kiss delayed their getting out of bed by several more minutes.

Pippa was first to the saloon, grateful Cherry didn't comment on her blush. Pippa wondered what was going on behind Nadiya's neutral expression, but was soon more interested in the breakfast Nadiya placed in front of her ... until CC appeared. She looked up, caught his eye, smiled and blushed hotly. Cherry suppressed a giggle, but not very effectively, and CC blushed too, but managed to take his place at the table with some dignity.

"So..." Cherry's lips were twitching as she spoke, "you slept well, then, Pippa?"

Pippa chewed slowly and swallowed before replying evenly, "Very well, thank you, Skipper."

"Good, good. And yourself, CC?"

CC thought for a moment and took a sip of coffee before replying. "I had a very good night, thank you, Skipper."

Cherry snorted and muttered 'I bet' under her breath, but not so quietly Pippa and CC couldn't hear. Then she turned serious. "I don't think we'll be going anywhere today, with winds gusting up to gale force. Serendipity would be fine, but I just don't see the point. We're sheltered here, and safe enough. I was thinking, Pippa, you might like to make some more of that bread. Nadiya was saying she'd like to learn to do it, too."

Pippa shrugged. "Sure. Why not? It'll take all day, though, in small bursts."

"We've got all day. I daresay we can find things to do whilst not cooking..."

Pippa coloured slightly and resisted looking at CC, whose voice was steady as he asked Cherry, "Was there anything around the boat that needs doing, Skipper?"

Cherry shook her head, "We'll take a look round, but I don't think so ... other than polishing the brasswork, of course."

'Shelter' is a relative term at sea. The relatively low-lying island was not a major obstacle to the wind, but it did mean the water was relatively calm and limited the effect on the anchored yacht. Cherry and CC were battered by the wind as they worked their way round the deck, examining each fitting, line or shackle. When they eventually made their way below again, they were pink-faced and ready for a hot drink.

Whilst the Skipper and CC were doing their thing on deck, Pippa was showing Nadiya how to prepare black bread; it would be an all-day process. She explained what she was doing and what would be necessary later, finding Nadiya following her words better than she had expected. Having reached a stopping point with the bread, they worked together to make soup and get it cooking, then made coffee – tea for Nadiya – and sat together to drink it.

"What was it like?"

Pippa was taken aback by Nadiya's question. "What?"

"Sex ... with a young man ... you like." Nadiya was looking earnestly at Pippa, who was blushing comprehensively. "I ... I'm sorry ... I didn't want to upset you," she went on, "it's just..." she trailed off.

Pippa took a deep breath and decided to try to answer the question rather than respond with a 'mind your own business.' "It was wonderful. He was patient and gentle and thoughtful..."

"I am jealous," the younger girl said, quietly. "It was your first time?"

"Yes, it was; for both of us."

There was a long silence before Nadiya said quietly, "Mine was not like that."

Pippa impulsively hugged her and held her tight. "Oh, my dear ... I'm so sorry..."

"Don't feel bad, Pip-pa."

Which is how the other two found them when, pink-faced and fresh, they came below.

They passed the day with talk, food, cards and books ... and retired early. CC was last up. Once Cherry and Nadiya had disappeared to the aft cabin, he went to the fore-cabin and tapped on the door.

"Come!"

Pippa was sitting propped up, 'Handbook of Sailing' in her lap. She lifted an eyebrow, but didn't speak.

"I ... er..." CC found he had reverted to his usual uncertainty in the presence of a pretty young woman, but took a deep breath. "May I join you again?"

Pippa's smile lit up her face. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

"I don't want to take you for granted."

"Be sure I'll tell you if I think you are."

He perched on the side of the bed and tapped the book with one finger. "Bob Bond, huh?"

"Uh huh. Not what I want to think about right now." She captured his hand and, smiling, pressed it to her breast over the t-shirt she was wearing to sleep in. "Think maybe we're a tad overdressed?"

He cocked his head in a parody of intense thought. "You could be right. Perhaps we ought to test the hypothesis?"

She giggled, released his hand, and in one swift movement peeled the t-shirt over her head. CC's eyes were drawn magnetically to her breasts, the nipples hardening in a combination of cool air and arousal, and he reached out to brush the nipples with his thumbs.

"Beautiful..." he breathed, and Pippa blushed.

"If you say so."

"Oh, I do ... I do." Standing, he peeled off his own t-shirt and shorts.

Pippa flicked back the duvet in invitation and slid across and down the bed. CC wasted no more time; very quickly they were pressed together and kissing. CC was surprised by Pippa when she manoeuvred him onto his back and began to kiss her way down his body, rubbing her breasts on him as she went. CC, meanwhile, was running his fingers through her hair. She reached his crotch and her lips closed over his, by that time painfully erect penis, producing a gasp, followed by a wince, his hands tightening on a fistful of her hair as her teeth scraped him.

"Steady..."

She looked up without removing her mouth. "Thowwy..." and, more carefully, began to use her lips and tongue to fellate him.

"Pippa ... unless you want a mouthful..."

She released him and slid back up, ensuring that she was rubbing herself on him; the friction of his skin and hair on her nipples sending tiny electric shocks through her.

"Not this time," she said, when they were face to face, "sorry about the teeth..." and moved so his hardness slipped inside her.

In the aft cabin, Cherry realised Nadiya was even quieter than usual, and wrapped her arms round her. "What's the matter, Baby?"

"No man will want me..."

Cherry was silent for a while, just holding the girl. "You're wrong, Baby. You're so pretty, I'm sure there's someone out there for you. You must be careful, though. We are your friends and we'll make sure you're safe ... have somewhere to live ... go to school. Do you want to go back to Russia?"