*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Michaela Danilov pulled her cell phone out of her purse and smiled happily; it was her cousin Adair 'Dare' Danilov. She answered, turning from her best friend Bryanna Pinolet. She tucked a loose strand of her white blonde hair behind her ear.
"Hello, who is this, what you want, why you bothering me, huh, speak up I can't hear you," she barked.
"You are beyond stupid," Dare laughed.
"Ooh, is that Dare?" Bryanna begged. "Ooh, let me, let me, I want to talk to him, please?"
"Shut up; damn, I'll put him on speaker, goof ball," Michaela shook her head.
"Will never believe what I managed to get," Dare told the two eighteen year old girls.
"What?" Bryanna asked, breathless.
"You're right; we'll never guess so tell us," Michaela ordered; Dare loved to tell a good story, dragging it out as long as possible.
"Know My next door neighbor, Mr. Breaux?" Dare asked, warming up to his story.
"You got Mr. Breaux? Jesus, isn't he like a thousand years old or something?" Michaela teased.
"Dare! You gay?" Bryanna gasped, fighting down her laughter.
"An...y...way," Dare said.
"Well, thanks for letting us know," Michaela said.
"Bye," Bryanna said.
"Wait!" Dare cried out.
"Wait what?" Michaela said. "You're a big giant homo; Bryanna and me? We got better things to do than waste our time on a big giant homo."
"But it is too bad," Bryanna said. "I mean, I would totally ruin you, but if you all happy with Mr. Breaux..."
"They're getting a divorce; she's pregnant and Mr. Breaux had a vasectomy like twenty years ago and..." Dare hastened to tell them.
"A whack job? Oh. Does that mean he can't shoot that white stuff no more?" Michaela asked, giggling.
"So, I bought Mr. Breaux's sailboat," Dare continued. "Said it wasn't worth fighting over and since they haven't been out on it in like years..."
"A sailboat?" Michaela and Bryanna gasped.
"Wait, wait, how big?" Michaela asked. "It's not like this dinky little boat gets tipped over at the first wave, huh?"
"A twenty six footer; got it for five thousand and the slip fees are paid up for the year," Dare bragged.
"A twenty six...wow!" Michaela said.
"Wow!" Bryanna agreed. "When can we go on it?"
"Tomorrow," Dare said. "Taking it out; supposed to be perfect for sailing."
"Aw!" Bryanna whined.
"What?" Michaela asked.
"Remember? My stupid grandmother and aunt are stopping by," Bryanna whined. "We're doing a standing rib roast and that means I got to make my wilted salad and broccoli rice."
"Michaela?" Dare asked.
"Bye," Michaela said to Bryanna, even sticking her tongue out at her best friend.
"I hate you," Bryanna groused to Michaela, freckles obscured by her angry flush.
"Uh huh," Michaela said.
"So, pick you up, mm, 'bout eight?" Dare suggested. "We'll do some sailing, have a little basket lunch? Like I said, the weather's supposed be perfect."
"Okay!" Michaela agreed.
"Bye," Bryanna barked, stomping from Michaela's bedroom.
"Bye. Have fun with your grandmother," Michaela cheerfully called out.
Michaela couldn't blame Bryanna for having a crush on Adair Danilov; he had white blond hair that reached to his shoulder blades when he took it out of his ponytail. He had ice blue eyes, a regal nose and a square jaw. At eighteen years of age, he stood at six feet two inches and possessed rippling muscles, washboard abdomen and powerful legs.
At the front door of the Danilov home, Bryanna admitted, she really didn't hate Michaela. Michaela admitted she was sorry Bryanna wouldn't get to go this time, but assured the chubby red head that there would be other times.
"Hell, maybe I'll get him to take you out, just you and him," Michaela whispered and the two eighteen year old girls squealed then giggled.
Stefan and Margaret Danilov gave their permission for Michaela to go for the day; even though it would be Saturday, both parents were working. And, they already knew about the sailboat; Ivan had called his baby brother to share the news.
"In the morning?" Margaret counseled. "Just eat some toast. Getting seasick is no fun."
In her bedroom again, Michaela found her bathing suit and tried it on. The black top was just a band across her 30C breasts, covering her half-dollar coin sized areolae and fat nipples from view. The thong bottom framed her bubble butt to perfection. None of her white-blonde hair was visible; she would not need to trim anything.
The black bathing suit was a stark contrast with her lightly tanned flesh. Her blonde hair hung down to her round buttocks; she wore it parted on her right, sweeping it to the left. Her ice blue eyes were large, expressive eyes; her father said she'd never be a good poker player.
Her nose was slim, her cheekbones were high, pronouncing her Russian heritage. Her lips were full, pouting; her last boyfriend had crudely called them 'DSL' or 'Dick Sucking Lips' but everyone else called them 'kissable lips.'
In the morning, Michaela heeded her mother's advice and dined on whole wheat toast and a cup of coffee. Ten minutes before eight o'clock, Dare pulled up in his 2004Chevy Camaro. He'd managed to get the high powered muscle car for a bargain; the young man that had owned it was going into the Air Force and didn't want it sitting idle while he served his country. Adair had a knack for finding those kind of bargains; finding people that needed to make a quick buck or needed to unload something.
Michaela pulled a loose tee shirt on over her black bikini and skipped out to Dare's car. Getting into the very low slung passenger seat, she leaned over the console and kissed him on his lips. She breathed in deeply of his manly scent and felt a little patter in her heart as he smiled at her.
"Oh, oh, need swing by Schaubs; need to get some sunscreen," Michaela ordered as she buckled up.
"Uh huh," Dare said, twisting and reaching behind her seat.
He showed her a large bottle of sunscreen. Putting the bottle behind her again, he then showed her a bottle of sunning lotion.
"Oh, and Daddy says got to wear life jackets the whole time," Michaela said as Dare backed out of the driveway.
"Got three of them right behind me on the floorboard," Dare said, turning up the Guns N' Roses song playing on KULD radio. "Too bad Bryanna ain't coming, huh?"
"OMG; this song is like how old?" Michaela complained as 'Paradise City' poured out.
"I don't know, what? A hundred years old?" Dare agreed. "But, uh, still kicks."
"And..." Dare said, pulling up to the Jazz Beach Boat Launch.
He parked the car, checked a scrap of paper and looked around. Seeing the faded but still legible signs marking each floating walkway, Dare nodded when he saw 'D' on the fourth post. He'd been out here last night, preparing the boat for today's excursion, but the area looked different in the daylight.
"D twenty three," Dare told Michaela as they got out of his car.
Dare handed his cousin the three life jackets and the canvas bag that held sunning lotion and sunscreen. Popping the trunk, Dare pulled out a large green ice chest. He hefted the chest to his shoulder and made sure the car was securely locked. Then he followed Michaela's wiggling, waggling buttocks as she stepped onto the floating wooden walkway. Even as his eyes watched her cute backside, Dare also kept an eye on the numbers to the right; the even numbered slips were to their left.
"And...twenty three," Michaela and Dare said at the same time as they reached The Mandy.
"Jinx!" Michaela cried out, laughing.
"Whatever," Dare laughed, putting the ice chest down.
He helped Michaela up and over the railing of the boat. He then put the ice chest onto the railing then pulled himself up and over. Then he put the ice chest onto the starboard bench of the cockpit.
"And...thirty eight left," Dare said, again reading Mr. Breaux's combination for the lock on the hatch.
The hatch opened easily and Dare put the ice chest into the galley. Excited and curious, Michaela skipped down the steps and examined the interior of the large boat. There was a bed underneath the cockpit in the aft, there were two benches on port and starboard sides, each with a bolted down table in front of the bench. Above each bench and underneath each bench were storage cabinets. To the front of the port bench and table was a small door. To the front of the starboard bench and table was a small gas stove with two burners. Above and below the gas stove were small cabinets. Next to the stove was a tiny sink with tiny faucet.
Opening the small door across from the stove, Michaela saw a small bathroom with chemical toilet and impossibly small shower cubicle. There was a small vanity and small sink. Michaela nodded with satisfaction; there was a large roll of toilet paper next to the commode and a roll of paper towels affixed to the wall above the toilet paper roll.
In the front of the boat was a large bed that took up the entire fore of the boat. Underneath the bed was a storage cabinet. Above the bed, Michaela could see light through a transluscent square. To the left and to the right of the bed were portholes.
Walking back, Michaela could now see two porholes to the left and right of the bed underneath the cockpit.
Dare was now shirtless and was smearing sunscreen very liberally onto his body. Michaela grabbed the bottle and squirted a generous handful of the gooey substance and rubbed the ointment into Dare's back. Flinging her tee shirt onto the bench just to the left inside the galley, Michaela then began to apply the ointment to her own flesh.
