CHAPTER 4

The Sweet Spot

Before midnight my mood became hopeful again when Gun boarded the boat with a pretty new passenger named Ally who looked about my age, late 20’s with multicolored eyes and wavy brown hair tied in a bun atop her head. People introduced themselves and she greeted everyone with nice smiles, promising “I’ll learn all your names eventually.” I wasn’t sure if she was a possible for me.

“There’s your girl,” one Hammerhead whispered to another.

Then, Gun told me the same thing. “She’s available.”

Ally was friendly and also lanky, with a spine that was not just straight but she even leaned back the slightest bit when she walked, her arms moving in a graceful profile and legs striding ahead. She disappeared below with Gun and some Hammerheads, leaving me staring at the magnificent Rapture across the channel. A tall stunning blond was standing beside Captain Briefly and several other men in Dockers and Polo shirts. Under the halogen lights the men with cameras and clipboards evaluated the damage, disagreeing about it. Why they were doing this at midnight was a mystery. Unless they were heading right out again and this was the only time to document it. Finally my mind began to spin from all the beer and the heat.

Waves splashed against the barnacle-crusted walls of the marina. That tall blond from The Rapture was radiating sex. Wearing low stiletto heels, see-through yellow skirt and matching thong bathing suit underneath, each satin-smooth curve of her flesh was highlighted by the powerful night lamps as she moved back and forth among the men. I wanted to reach across the channel and seize her ass and thighs; I wanted her so bad I actually fantasized being able to do it. Imagine how those men felt so much closer to that heart-stopping womanhood of hers.

Lightheaded now, those girls gave rise to another side trip of my mind and my favorite fantasy about being forced to have sex with too many beautiful women at the same time. Women had that Chase Me and Take Me thing, the whole concept of passion and romance was tied to that fantasy. But, the whole idea seemed strange for a guy. Again I imagined trying to escape from the women but being pushed down by creamy soft breasts and legs wrapped around my head, captured in the rushing pleasurable sensations as all of them are having their way—that had to wind up in a way-big orgasm! What could be better? How about 10 orgasms in a row! Yeah, that must be mind-blowing! 10 or 20 orgasms in a row like women could have, well, some of them, if they really liked the guy. Maybe liking the guy wasn’t the most important part for some girls. Maybe just getting the orgasms was.

Before midnight I left the boat for my last bit of dry land before sailing. The docks and parking lot were almost deserted but for a few black kids speaking Spanish and fishing with string. The scruffy guy that filled the air tanks aboard the Shark dragged two big coolers to the chain link gate when a limo pulled up, and the doors opened with tinkling noises as three bikini-clad girls got out to speak with him. They bent over to peek in the coolers, necklaces and breasts dangling. Then he pulled out thrashing lobsters which the girls got all excited about and giggled. Their jewelry jingled and flashed in the headlights.

One dark-haired beauty drew most of my attention with such a curvaceous body and coppery skin, wearing only a bathing suit top and tiny skirt-wrap showing her broad shoulders and toned thighs. She even glanced my way to reveal some exotic or Asian looks. She was the same girl that yanked her hand away from the athletic guy on The Rapture earlier. Her jewelry which included several bracelets and chains on both ankles glinted in the lights as they paid for the lobsters and got back in the limo. Now that’s what I needed, someone exactly like her! I wondered if she was still looking at me from inside the car and didn’t move in case she was.

“Hey, Caleb, we’re shoving off!” Jim called out to me from the Bull Shark.