A 31' by 11' fiberglass boat had left its berth somewhere in southwest Florida at 9 that morning. The time was coming up on 9 25. There was a mild westerly breeze across the deck. The west coast of Florida is visible off the starboard side, white caps off the port side. Seagulls could be seen over the shore line, the cries splitting the air.
Alan Kent, my husband of 10 years, was navigating the recently acquired craft. His friend Ted, who also happens to be my girlfriend's husband, was sitting along side him. The two men had been chit chatting about guy stuff. Jane and I were relaxing under the sky over the stern engaging in girl talk.
Jane Willis and I had been friends for twenty years since sophomore year of high school. Back in the day we had played field hockey until we both got jobs, she at the grocery store and I at a donut shop. We still found time to hang out together.
At 35, Jane is tall with very little body fat. Dark-brunette hair cascaded down to generous breasts. Her full red lips, brown eyes and spectacular high cheekbones make her quite attractive.
Physically we are very different. At 5' 9 she is 5 inches taller than me. The face shape and lips are different as well. Also, I'm a blond. Big boobs are the only common feature.
I brought up an unusual topic, one that suprised her.
"My cousin Carla and a friend of hers just spent a week at a nudst resort. They stayed in a log cabin."
"What's her friend's name?"
"Alicia," I replied.
Jane gave me a look.
"They're not lesbians. Carla tried to get her husband to go. She couldn't convimce him."
"What about Alicia," Jane inquired.
"Her husband goes away on business often."
"What about you? Have you ever skiny dipped? Ever gone sky-clad?"
"Can't say that I have," I replied.
Jane never seemed to be the type to bare all until she did.
"Stop the boat Al. I want to take a dip."
Always ready to give a favor to a friend, he cut the engine letting the boat slow to a stop.
