Chapter 2
A week later, Rick dove from the stem of the small ketch he had borrowed from the sailing club in order to give Jane her free lesson.
Naked, his body, warm from the hot Atlantic sun, knifed cleanly through the cooling salt water. As he drifted back to light, to the surface, the water lifted his balls, his cock floated above them, his crotch was cleansed, his body refreshed.
Underwater, he forced his arms down hard and broke the surface to burst from the ocean almost to his cock, whooping, screeching at the clear blue sky as he fell back into a churning sea of bubbles. "
Jane waved from the boat. Her blonde hair was tied in a knot at the back of her head. She wore a white top and white shorts. Her skin was tan. Rick liked watching her wave to him, the white sail luffing behind her, the sky blue over the white of the sail.
He gathered his muscles, kicked his feet, and his body rose a little into a mid-ocean dive. As his body went under his ass gleamed quickly in the air, winked at the sun.
He loved the feel of the water when he was naked. He dove down until he felt pressure mounting on every square inch of his body. It was as though he had become a six-foot cock and the ocean a cunt, always wet, always rolling in waves, always ready for him.
He swam to the surface, back to the boat with clean, calm hard strokes of his arms. He stretched his body as he swam, his feet making small churning kicks behind him.
He pulled himself aboard, water streaming from his head and shoulders and hips, his legs dripping. He saw Jane's eyes blink twice, like the eyes of a doe, then she looked at his naked frame very carefully. His cock hung from his wet hair, long and almost thick as if it was considering getting hard. His scrotum tugged his balls up against his crotch from the cold ocean until they were nearly invisible. Rick slushed water from his body with his arms in fast hard motions, his prick swinging from side to side as he moved.
"Like what you see?" he asked Jane.
She pursed her lips, looked at the sky. She was not a beautiful girl. Her face was plain, her body ordinary but still as far as Rick was concerned very nice. She had fine, very slim ankles and he imagined her ass when naked would be just as trim and that her crotch would be firm and moist. She said, "Just looking."
"Water's great. You ought to take a swim."
"Thanks," she said.
"You didn't say Yes or No. Will you?"
"I didn't bring a suit "
"You don't need one. Look around you." He gestured with an arm, his naked body swinging with the wave. "Nobody here but you and me." The ocean stretched out flat and calm and as blue as the sky until it reached the pencil-line of coast far away. "You could swim naked."
"I could," she answered, but made no move to get up.
Rick picked up a towel and dabbed his shoulders. He rubbed the thick black hair covering his head. He stepped into the well of the boat where Jane sat against the bound tiller. She opened him a can of beer and he took a long drink. She watched his body as he swallowed the cold brew -his chest, his stomach, the muscles of his thighs, his prick.
"Just looking again?" he asked.
"Comparing." She lifted her hand over her eyes as she looked toward land. "I've never seen one of you rich guys naked before."
"Hey, don't give me that crap. You could have any guy you wanted around this resort. Old men are after your ass and so are their grandkids."
"They might be after me, but they don't catch me."
"Not a virgin, are you?"
"Hell, no." She added, "I'm nineteen," as if that cleared up any doubts about her chastity or lack of it.
"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "If I thought you were a virgin, I'd have kept my pants on."
"Don't worry, I've seen a few cocks."
"Now you're talking," he laughed. "Since you think I'm a rich guy, is my cock any different than one on a poor guy?"
He pulled on an old pair of jeans that he had ripped the legs off of mid-thigh. He zipped up the front. Jane opened the lunch basket she had prepared and they ate tuna sandwiches washed down with beer. They talked, laughed quietly, drifted with the tide.
Jane asked, "What happened with Mrs. Cruise? I saw you leave with her the night I put her at the same table with you."
"It worked," he said.
"What worked? What do you have up your sleeve?"
He showed her his naked arms with an innocent expression on his face. They both sat on the floor of the well, their backs against the railings, their legs stretched across the varnished deck almost touching. Rick saw fine downy hair along her legs, shiny against the tan of her skin. Her bare thighs led his eyes to her crotch, waiting there under the small pair of shorts. Her stomach was bare and her belly button gleamed with a dot of water like a diamond.
"I took her home and slept with her," Rick said. "It was easy, sleeping with her. She's older, divorced, and lonely."
"Is that what you do?"
"What do you mean, is that what I do?"
"I thought you were going to some big-shot college upstate?"
"I am. That doesn't keep me from trying to make a few lonely women happy. And say, thanks a lot for setting me up. I really appreciate it. It's bringing dividends."
"How?"
"She recommended me to a friend. A very important friend."
"Who?"
"Mrs. Witherdine."
"Old Mrs. Witherdine? My God. Up on the hill?"
"That's the one."
"I don't get it. What's your screwing Mrs. Cruise got to do with Mrs. Witherdine?"
"Simple. I screw Mrs. Cruise a few times, make her very happy. We can't keep it up all summer because sooner or later somebody will get suspicious. Mrs. Cruise wouldn't like it if everybody suspected her of sleeping with the assistant sailing coach. And her having such a nice young son like Shawn, what would everybody think? Besides, it's probably against club rules."
Jane laughed. She watched Rick's face jubilantly.
Rick continued. "But Mrs. Cruise knows a good thing when she's got it, so she just happens to mention to her good friend Mrs. Witherdine that she knows a nice young chap who is very friendly. Mrs. Witherdine, being unable to prowl the restaurants like Mrs. Cruise, is always willing to try a friend's suggestion and says, `My, why don't you ask this nice chap to drop by.' Mrs. Cruise, wanting to insure a spot in Eastern society for her boy Shawn, Lys, `I'll suggest it to him, I'm certain he would be delighted to meet you.' A few recommendations like that and I'm on my way."
"Where?"
"To easy street. No more goddamn school, none of that garbage for me. I'll get by on my wits and my cock. I'll screw old ladies till I'm blind and deaf and I'll make them love it. I'm not going back to school this fall, if it works out this summer. I'm going to give it a try, screwing rich old ladies. If it works out, I'm going to Florida for the winter."
"What about your folks?"
"They don't know where the hell I am. Or care either."
"That's stupid," she said, "to throw away a college education to live like a ass. It sounds great, but it really is stupid."
"Stupid hell. It's relaxing in front of the fire, the ladies bringing my brandy and absinthe, serving me supper, making love to me like I'm the last piece of ass they'll ever get in their lives. You know how hungry that can make an old lady? Damn hungry, just damn hungry."
"Mrs. Cruise isn't old. She's only about forty."
"Thirty-five."
Jane laughed. "That's not old at all."
"She's just an entry permit," Rick said. Jane's laughter bothered him, almost as if she was laughing at him. "Mrs. Cruise is one of my top references right now."
Jane said, "Mrs. Witherdine's only about fifty. Would you screw anybody older than fifty?"
"I don't think I'll have to. I hope not anyway." Rick added, with bravado, "Would if I had to, though."
Jane studied her beer. "Well, does that mean you'd be around here more often?" She tried to think of herself as Rick's only young friend, as the only girl he would know under forty. She thought that might be an enviable person to be.
Rick reached across to her and touched her neck. "I don't know if I'll be around or not."
She looked nice with her tan skin, her blonde hair. Rick leaned toward her, turned her face up and kissed her mouth.
"Rick," she said, shaking her head. "Are you just practicing up for Mrs. Witherdine?"
He kept his mouth close to hers. "No. You look beautiful. Sailing is good for your complexion."
"I spend too much time running from table to table picking up dirty dishes. And don't say I'm beautiful. I know I'm not."
He touched her neck just below her jaw. "Your skin is so smooth, it's so fine. There's very light hair all over your body, you know. It's sexy."
Her eyes focused on his. She kissed him quickly, moved her head back. "Rick," she said, her eyes moistening, "why are you so good looking?"
He stacked the remains of the lunch into the basket and stowed it all beside the tiller. He reached into the hold and pulled out a canvas and began to lay it across the deck. He looked at her once and her eyes, following him, were happy, expectant.
After he laid the folded canvas across the deck he smoothed the creases. Then he reached for her hand and she crawled over to him and sat very quietly on the canvas as he knelt behind her and began to untie her white top.
He said, "I've had it with teaching kids how to trim a sail, how to set a spinnaker. My summers from now on are going to be spent in leisure."
"Sounds like fun," she said. "Do these old ladies ever want a young female companion?" She laughed when she asked the question, but she was half-serious.
Rick said, "I'll make discreet inquiries."
As he finished untying her top, Jane said, "A friend of mine is having a party in a week or two. You want to come to it?"
Rick passed his palms up and down her bare back. He touched her side and found where her breasts began to swell. She held her hands over her tits. He said, "Yes, I'd like to go. I want to see you some more." He kissed her back. "Let me know when it is."
She took her hands from her breasts.
Cupping his hands around them, Rick caught the thin material between his fingers and pulled it off. Her back, against his lips, was smooth like velvet, tanned, smelled of sea and the sun. His palms went back to her tits and he touched first her nipples that were beginning to harden, then closed over the breasts themselves.
"That's why I didn't want to go swimming," she said.
He didn't understand. "What do you mean?"
"Don't you notice it?" she asked.
"Notice what? That you've got two breasts with nipples? I knew that."
"Not that. Don't you notice one is smaller than the other?"
Rick squeezed them. One did seem smaller. But if she hadn't mentioned it, he did not think he would have noticed.
He moved in front of her. She sat very still, her hands folded demurely in her lap, her arms holding her sides. She raised her chin bravely to let him know she wasn't ashamed.
Her left breast was more rounded, fuller, than her right. The nipples seemed the same, both were erect now as he stared at them, firm statues on their round brown aprons. Rick put his hands on her tits. Yes, he could tell, slightly, that the right was smaller. "I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me."
"Well, that's why I didn't want to go swimming. I didn't want you to see that.'
"Why did you let me take your top off?"
"That's different." She sounded unsure of her own rationalization, but she pressed on. "I wanted you to take it off." Her mouth shook as if she might cry, then she stopped.
He lifted her chin. "You sure you're not a virgin?"
She forced a laugh. "I'm sure. I'm just nervous. I never fucked one of you rich guys before. On a sail-boat."
"We'll fix that up right away," he said. He started to laugh, but swallowed it when he saw how. serious she was. "And don't let your breasts bother you. Nobody's tits are the same. Life isn't like a mirror, your left side isn't exactly the same as your right."
"That's easy for you to say. They're my tits."
"Hey, they're gorgeous." He rubbed his thumbs over the nipples. "They're nice, really they are."
"You've seen a lot, I suppose. You should know."
"Damn it, yes I have. I have seen a lot of fits and you do have a nice pair. I never, would have noticed that one isn't as big as the other if you hadn't mentioned it. Hey, Jane, don't let it bother you. It's just not something that should bother your "It does. Sometimes. It bothers me right now."
"Because you're with me?"
"Yes."
He kissed her cheek, then her nose and lips. "If it makes you feel better, I like your breasts very much."
"That's easy for you to say. All you want to do is fuck. And you have a perfect body. It's perfect. I looked at you. I looked at you all over. Your body's perfect."
Rick got mad: "Damn it, you're right, I do want to fuck. Right now I want to fuck with you. But not if you're going to mope around like that. Damn it, nobody's body is perfect. Not mine or anybody's. Listen, sometimes my balls don't hang even. Sometimes the left one is lower than the right." He thought a moment, worried that it was the right one that was lower.
Jane looked at his face, merriment beginning to creep across her expression.
Rick said, thoughtfully, "I think it's the left one that's lower. Wait a minute, maybe it's the right. Oh hell, anyway, sometimes that happens. So what?"
She grinned at him with fine full lips. She laughed. "Let's see."
"What?"
"Come on," she laughed again. "Let's see if one is lower than the other. Come on."
Rick laughed too. "Okay. But don't tell me I didn't warn you."
He stood up quickly. Pulling open the top button, he zipped down his cut-offs as fast as he could and still use 'caution not to catch his pubic hair or the skin of his cock in the zipper. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them to stand over Jane.
Her eyes feasted on his cock again. It hadn't begun to harden yet, but it was still long. He was only inches from her face this time and her lips parted a little as she stared at his thick mushroom-shaped glans, the sinewy shaft that reached up into the thick curly black hair between his legs.
"Go on," he said, "find out for yourself."
She passed her right hand from her lap up between his knees, between his spread thighs. Cupping her fingers, she brushed the root base of his cock behind his balls, then her palm held both his testicles, balanced them. Her fingers circled around them. She squeezed slightly. The tender inside of her thin wrist brushed the underside of his penis and his cock gave a sudden jerk, throbbed from her touch, began a slow rise.
Her fingers passed along his scrotum, tested the oval shape of his balls, and as hell, palm cupped them she felt them draw closer to his crotch protectively.
"You're right," she said. "The left one is a little lower. Just a little."
"Well, your left tit is just a little bigger than your right one. Just a little."
"It is, isn't it."
"Listen," he said, "you didn't hear what I said. I said, your left tit is bigger than your right. Did you hear that?"
"Yeah, I heard that. I know it is."
He kneeled in front of her. In the excitement of his discovery, he forgot his prick that now was almost at full stand, reaching up toward Jane's, belly. She kept her hand around his balls. She thought they were the finest balls she had ever touched.
"It's the way you say it," he laughed. "You say, My right tit is smaller than the left. Instead of saying that, why don't you say My left tit is bigger than the right."
"Are we going td discuss my tits all day?" She was laughing, but she touched his cock with her other hand.
"I know it's just semantics, but it's a different way of expressing the same thing."
She tried to figure out what he meant. Her left tit was bigger than her right? She suddenly looked at his eyes. He was right. It did sound better. In fact, it didn't sound bad at all. She tried it out for sound. "My left breast is bigger than my right one."
He grinned as if he had discovered an ancient secret. "That's right."
"No," she said, her lips pouting, "it's my left one."
Laughing uproariously, they collapsed in each other's arms on the folded canvas. As they rolled together, Rick's cock lay along her bare stomach, her tits pressed against his naked chest. She locked her arms around his ass, squeezed him to her.
Through clenched teeth, she said, "Those old ladies are going to love you. They're just going to love you."
Rick stroked her back, his fingers reaching down against her ass still encased in her small white shorts.
She kissed him, slid her tongue into his mouth, then took her face away. "You sure you're coming to that party I told you about?"
"You couldn't keep me away, if you were there." He tried to catch her mouth again with his own.
She rolled away. Lifting her ass off the canvas by pushing her legs against the deck, she unbuttoned her shorts, caught her panties with her thumbs, and pushed everything down at the same time.
Rick saw her bush leap into view, her ass in profile under it, then Jane lay on her back to pull her pants off her ankles. She rolled back to him as naked as he was and wrapped her body around his, pressed her firm stomach against his hard cock. With her hairy Venus mound, she rubbed his balls.