The disclaimers: Every character who matters is at least 18. A work of fiction (more or less). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental (for the most part).
Part 7 picks up on Friday morning. This installment features more yachting fun in and out of doors, and a long overdue talk between Tom and Hayleigh, along with setting some boundaries and ground rules.
So sorry for the delay in publishing these next chapters. Too late I realized that I had written myself into an unacceptable corner, and that I would have to do a fair bit of reworking to fix my mess. And then real life and the need to keep my job intruded on my rewriting and editing time. And then I think I messed up and didn't properly submit it, so it sat in Drafts for four days! Fear not, I will finish this series, if for no one else's sake but my own. Thanks for your patience.
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~~~ THURSDAY EVENING ~~~
I didn't have to wait until morning. I awoke around 4:00 a.m., still spooning. It took me a few moments to realize that she had my growing cock in her hand, and she was rubbing my helmet through her folds. She eased the first inches inside, then wiggled her hips until I was all the way in. Me moved together silently until I felt her pussy spasming, bringing me to my own climax. Instead of uncoupling, she pushed herself back into me, and brought me free hand up to her chest to rest in the valley between her tits. That's the last thing I remembered, until I awoke with the sun blazing into our stateroom through the window.
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~~~ FRIDAY ~~~
When I woke up I was still spooning Hayleigh. I'm not sure whether it was Hayleigh stirring against me, or the sound of the couple in the adjoining stateroom bouncing the headboard against the wall that woke me. Not sure of the geometry, either, but I think it was Carlos and Rosalinda. Our neighbors got louder. Definitely Rosa!
Hayleigh wiggled her tush into my groin. My nose was buried in the nape of her neck, her blonde hair haphazardly splayed around my face. "Sorry I fell asleep on you last night," she said as she arched her back to stretch. "I was more zonked than I thought."
"I think you more than made up for it."
"Oh, that?" she said as if I had mentioned a mere trifle. "Someone once told me that he wanted to have a middle-of-the-night quickie and then fall back asleep. Seemed like a perfect opportunity."
"Maybe we could do it again sometime."
"Maybe. Only three nights left before we go home," she mused, "One of us had better set an alarm." She craned her head around and kissed my chin. At about the same time we heard Rosa and Carlos hitting their stride, causing Hayleigh to nod toward the bordering wall. "Give you any ideas?" Only minutes later we were challenging Carlos and Rosa for the Ruby Scepter's headboard-banging trophy. Hayleigh and I were going at it in venerable missionary. She suddenly wrapped her legs around my waist and crossed her ankles, followed by her trademark growl before she got squishy. I was right behind her.
Instead of disengaging, I asked her if I could stay inside for a bit longer. I didn't want to break our physical connection. The Bible verse about becoming "one flesh" flashed through my mind. For the first time I appreciated that Genesis wasn't just referring to the physical coupling; it meant joining with Hayleigh emotionally and spiritually, too. That level of bonding was at best an abstraction with Jennifer. With Hayleigh it felt real to my core. I craved it.
"Of course you can," she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head to rest alongside hers. I silently took in the sensations of our closeness, mostly the feeling of her warm breathing registering in my ear. My erection soon shrank and slipped out, but we continued to hold each other. I finally disengaged and rolled off her, silently taking it all in.
"Tom, is everything OK?" she asked with a tinge of concern. "Did you want to go again?"
"Everything is great, Hay. Beyond great. I didn't want to break our connection. It's hard to explain."
She eyed me warily. "But you'd tell me if there was something bothering you, right?"
"I would. I was having a moment, and I didn't want it to end yet. Trust me?"
"Always." She lumbered out of our bed and padded to the head, grabbing my hand to tug me along with her. "I'm going to do a quick washcloth cleanup so we can get to breakfast. Seems I'm always hungry for
something
around you!'
I joined her for a quick shave and cleanup, and we threw on casual clothes. By pure coincidence we exited our stateroom to go up on deck for breakfast at the same time Carlos and Rosa exited theirs. The ladies gave each other embarrassed looks and turned five shades of red before busting out laughing. By silent agreement and for mutual self-preservation, Carlos and I didn't say damn thing.
We sat with Carlos, Rosa, Kellie, and Brian. Breakfast featured crepes, fresh fruit, and champagne. Most everyone decided afterward that the calm morning seas made it a perfect morning for ocean swimming and jet bike water-skiing, so we headed back to our stateroom to change into swimsuits. I mentioned to Hayleigh that I was finally going to see that naughty new swimsuit she bought. She surprised me again.
"About that," she said pensively, "I don't think I'm going to wear it."
"Not brave enough after all, eh?" I taunted.
"It's mostly that," she began. "but something else, too. Nothing bad though, promise. I'll explain later. Trust me?"
"Always."
She changed into the red one-piece that she wore on the beach a few days earlier, and we headed to the main deck to rejoin the others. Between the swimming and water-skiing the morning flew by. After lunch there was more of the same, until the women decided to get all-over tans on the flybridge, out of sight of male eyes. The word came down from Tahj that it was No Boys Allowed. That left we boys to engage in the manly pursuits of fishing, drinking, sports talk, and bullshitting. Things were fine until Mike the Arsehole walked up, towering over me as I was sitting with Carlos, Tim, and Brian.
"Can I have a minute?" he asked politely.