The story continues of two people, different in many ways, but finding something in common. This is about just having sex. It is about caring for someone that society says is not natural. But, who is to say that such a relationship cannot be real.
I was doing my Saturday clean up around my house when the phone rang. I looked at my watch. It was a quarter till ten.
“Hi, there,” Carly said with a lilt in her voice.
“Good morning,” I said.
“My Granny just left for work. She will be working until nine o’clock again tonight.”
“What does your Granny do?” I asked. I was genuinely curious.
“She works for a company that make’s electric switches for cars. But after she gets off there, she works in a restaurant until after eight o’clock. She works a lot.”
“Yeah, it seems that way. Are you ready for me to come for you?”
“You’ll need to give me a little time to get to the lake,” she said. “It’ll take about twenty minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll come in the pontoon. It’s roomier and has the canape for shade. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
I finished doing what I was doing so the house would look neat and arranged. I am not a clutter kind of guy. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I walked down to the dock and loaded fishing gear along with the cooler of drinks, sandwiches, and snacks. I headed across the lake. It was a beautiful morning. Boats were scattered along the shore. I added a little speed to the pontoon because I felt a little anxious, hoping I could claim “our cove” before anyone else did. As I rounded the point and steered the boat into the cove, I saw Carly standing on the bank. I breathed a sigh of relief that no other boats were there. She wave and I waved, slowing the boat as I approached the shallow water. I cut the motor and made my way to the bow. I tossed a rope to Carly who caught it and pulled the boat toward her.
“Hey, again,” I called out.
“Hey, Dave.” Her smile was contagious. I couldn’t help but smile and feel good just seeing her. She had on a pair of khaki shorts that were mid-thigh. Her light blue shirt was a pull-over golf type with a logo over her left breast. She had on white canvas shoes. Her hair was pulled back in something like a pony-tail. She looked very much like a teenager. I held out my hand as she jumped on board. I caught her. She leaned into me and gave me a kiss on the lips. “Thanks for coming.”
“My pleasure,” I said. “It’s a beautiful day on the lake.” I made my way to the wheel, started the motor, and backed away from the bank. “I brought fishing gear, but seeing as it is so pretty, how would you like to cruise around the lake a bit.”
“That would be fun,” she said as she moved toward me. As I steered us out of the cove and increased speed, Carly placed her hand on my shoulder. Once I was up to the speed I wanted, I leaned back in the chair and put my right arm around her waste. She looked at me and smiled. “It is really good to see you. I like being with you.”
“I like being with you, too, Carly.” As we reached deeper water on the open lake, I asked her if she wanted to steer. She seemed excited about it. I stood and she sat down. Again, I stood behind her with my hands on her shoulders. She looked back over her shoulder at me. “Is it okay if I let go of the wheel for a minute?”
“Sure.” I was wondering what she wanted. She stood and pulled her shirt over her head. She had on the same bikini she had worn the week before.
“That’s better,” she said as she sat down again. I followed her by taking off my shirt. We moved across the lake, commenting on how pretty it was. We saw plenty of fishing boats and a few skiers. Jet skis could be seen gliding through the water.
There are a number of islands in the lake. I pointed to one and told Carly to head toward it. I had fished around it with some success in the past. “Let’s anchor there for a while.” I allowed her to steer toward the island, telling her when to reduce speed. The island was large enough that it had a couple of nice protected areas. They really weren’t coves but the curvature of the shore created these small inlets that made good places to anchor. Carly pulled into one. I explained about slowing down and reversing the engine to come to a stop. She did great. I dropped the anchor and tied off the rope. We would be in the shade of trees for a while.
“Wanna” fish?” I asked her.
“Hmm, not right now. I’ll just relax and watch you.” She unzipped her shorts, pulling them down, and kicking them off her feet. She had her bikini panty on. She laid a towel over the bench cushion and laid down, propping hear head up so she could see me. She smiled at me. “Okay, mister fisherman. Do your thing.”
I watched her as she stripped down to her bikini panty. My cock twitched looking at her legs. I breathed out softly, trying to turn my thoughts toward fishing. I stood on the aft platform and cast a bass lure toward an area that looked promising. I reeled it in slowly without success. As I repeated this several times, I would glance back toward Carly. She was quietly watching me.
“What you thinkin’?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing really. Just how nice it is to be here with you.” She paused for a minute. “After I called you last night, I got to thinking.” I turned to look at her as I reeled in the lure. “I’m sorry that I had to go home.”
“That’s okay, Carly. I understand about that.”
“I know.” She paused again. “It just wasn’t fair to you.” I glanced back at her with a questioning look. “I mean, you made me feel so good. And you didn’t get to feel anything.”
I smiled at her. “I enjoyed pleasing you.” Before I could say anything else, she spoke.
“Yeah, I know. And that is why I felt bad. I wanted to please you, too.” She got up from the bench and walked to me. She kissed me and said, “It should not be just me that gets to feel good.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. Of course, I wanted to feel the pleasure that I knew would have been there for me. But I felt uneasy in expecting this from her, not knowing how she might react.
“Dave, I want you to show me how to please you. I mean, you really know what to do to make me feel good. But I’ve never been with a man before; not like that.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “I want to do for you what you do for me.” She kissed me softly. “Will you show me?”
“Carly, thank you for wanting this. It just makes me care for you more. But, I guess I just can’t forget that you are so young. I don’t want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable.”
“I know I’m not even fifteen. I will be in two weeks. And I know how you feel about that. But I also want you to know that it’s okay with me. And I know you are not just wanting sex. My word, I’m almost having to beg you to touch me and let me touch you.”
I reeled in my line and laid my rod on the deck. I turned toward Carly and pulled her to me. “Oh, my sweet child. Why can’t you be older?” I embraced her.
“I will be in three years.” She pulled away and looked at me. “But I don’t want to wait that long.” She looked around the lake to see if any other boats were near. Seeing none, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my shorts. She allowed them to drop to my feet and then lowered my boxers. She took my hand and guided me toward the bench. My cock was already responding in anticipation. She pushed my shoulders, making me sit on the towel she had been laying on. Then, she put a leg on either side of mine and sat on my legs. “Now, Dave. Tell me how to make you feel good.”
“Carly, a man likes to be rubbed or stroked.” Still straddling my legs, she reached down with both hands and began to pull on my cock.
“Show me.” I placed a hand over hers and began to move up and down my cock.
“You don’t have to grip me too hard. It feels nice to allow your hand to slide up and down, moving my skin back and forth.” She followed my lead. “The head or end of a man’s cock is the most sensitive.” She lightly stroked all the way to the end. My cock responded by getting very hard.
“Ooohh,” she sighed. “I can feel it get hard.” She kissed me then looked me in the eyes. “I’ve heard about oral sex and a blow job but I don’t know how. Would you like that? Will you show me?’
“Carly, I only want you to do what you’re comfortable with. I want you to enjoy, too, just like I enjoy licking you.” She nodded.
“I want to try it.” She backed off my legs and kneeled down between them. She changed her grip on my cock to one hand. “Okay, tell me what to do.”
“Well, you just put my cock in your mouth and move it in and out. Your tongue should be able to move along the underside, especially toward the tip.” I paused as she opened her mouth and took the end of my cock between her lips. “And you don’t use your teeth. That will hurt,” I said with a slight laugh. I felt a bit uncomfortable. I guess this was part of fishin’ in strange waters. She began to move her head back and forth. I could feel her tongue moving around the head of my very hard cock when she pulled out.
“If you will also stroke me with your hand as you move me in and out, it feels good. Also, if you suck just a little bit.” She complied. I tried to relax as best as I could under the circumstances.
“Is that okay?” she asked, looking up at me. I nodded and breathed out. She returned to the stroking and sucking. I moaned and that seemed to encourage her. She moved a little faster. She allowed my cock to come completely out of her mouth. She began to lick the tip and lick all the way around the head. That really felt good. I knew that after yesterday’s time with her I would not last long. Not being able to relieve the build up that happened as I licked her and made her cum, I could feel myself getting close.
“Carly, you saw what happened last week when I came?” She nodded without slowing her movements. “Well, I am about to do it again. You might want to just stroke me now. I don’t think I need to cum in your mouth.” She continued to move in and out for a few strokes before she paused.
“Just let me know.” With that, she began stroking, licking, and stroking me. With a minute I could tell that I was about to erupt. I reached down and touched her face.
“Okay, darling,” I moaned. She removed her mouth and continued to stroke. No doubt she realized that is what it took the week before as I shot cum onto the deck with her watching me. She looked into my face as I looked at her. I tried to smile. I could feel the swell coming.
“Oh, oh,” I moaned. Carly increased the speed of her strokes. The spasm came from deep down in my scrotum. I felt the pressure of the flow through her grip. The first stream came, hitting her in the chest. The second followed, then the third. I had half a dozen spurts that were intense. After the semen flow stopped, my cock continued to twitch as Carly’s hand, now slick with my seed, continued to move back and forth.
“You might want to ease up a little,” I managed to say. “The head is very sensitive after I cum.” She eased her grip but continued to stroke me slowly. Then, she leaned down and licked some of the cum from the end of my cock.
“Not much taste, is it?” she said with a smile. “But there was plenty of it.” She was looking at her chest. My cum was running down between her breasts, over the fabric of her bikini bra. I reached down and pulled her to me. I kissed her with passion. Our tongues played with each other. We broke from the kiss.
“Wow. That was good.” I said with a sigh.
Carly was smiling. “I’m glad I could return the favor.” She let go of my now very limp member and looked at her hand. It was covered in my cum. “Guess I better wash,” she said. She stood and moved toward the back of the boat. Before she opened the gate in the rail to step to the aft platform, she reached behind her and untied her bikini strap. She pulled the bra over her head. She then pulled down the panty. She turned to me. “You coming?” I quickly got up and followed her. She dove into the water and I followed. We swam for a minute as she rubbed her hands and chest to remove my love fluid. I swam to her, pulled her into my arms. While kicking our feet to tread water we kissed softly and long.
“Thank you,” I said. We swam, splashed each other, and teased each other under water. After a bit we heard a boat motor. It was louder than most we heard so we knew it was nearer to the island. We hurriedly swam to the boat. Carly climbed the aft ladder and I followed. She managed to put on her bra and I was able to pull my shorts on without my boxers as a bass boat slowly rounded the island and came into sight. Carly quickly sat down so her naked lower body would not be seen. I had her panty in her hand but was not able to put it on.
“Hey, you guys having any luck.” I looked at Carly who began laughing, putting her hand over her mouth.
“Well, not really. We have gotten a bite.” I turned slightly toward Carly and said quietly, “But there sure was some good nibbles.” She threw the towel at me.
“Okay, we’ll leave it to you then,” one of the men in the boat called out. The driver pushed the throttle and the boat roared off leaving a heavy wake. Carly was still laughing as she slipped her bikini panty over her legs.
“That was close,” she said, walking to me. I opened my arms and she walked into them. “ I guess we better be careful.”
We sat in the shade of the canape for a while. “How about heading to my house? I’m not much in the mood for fishing now.” Carly agreed and we pulled away from the island. I steered us toward my house. We docked. Carly helped me put my gear in the storage lockers and we made our way to the house.
“I already have sandwiches made in here,” I said.
“Great. I’m a bit hungry.”
We sat on the deck while we ate lunch. I thought to myself about how odd I felt. I was sitting on my deck with a teenage girl who gave me a blow job on my pontoon boat about an hour before. This is the same girl that I orally brought to a tremendous orgasm the day before. Yet, we were sitting now as if this was the usual thing to happen. I tried to describe to myself what I was feeling. There was certainly an element of fear and anxiety over the fact that she was only almost fifteen years old. That I was over twice her age seemed unimportant compared to the fact that I could spend the better part of my life in prison because of what I had already done with her. At the same time I had these thoughts and feelings, I looked at her and saw a beautiful young girl who seemed older than she was. She was comfortable with me and accepted our age difference as meaningless. I was looking at her when she turned toward me.
“Are you okay?” She smiled and I came back to the present.
“Oh, yeah, I guess.”
A concerned expression came over her face. “Is there something wrong?” She sat up, turning on the lounge toward me.
“Oh, Carly. It’s hard for me to describe what I am feeling. But believe me, nothing is wrong. Well, let’s just say, I feel there are some things that are wrong, but it is not about you or anything you have done.” She stood and sat down next to my legs on my lounge.
“Please tell me, Dave. What is wrong?”
“Okay, I’ll try to explain what I am thinking and feeling.” I paused, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. “I cannot get away from the fact that you are not yet fifteen.”
She immediately said, “I’ll be fifteen in two weeks.”
I had to laugh. “Okay, let’s put it this way. You are not eighteen. And what we have shared together makes me a child molester. Do you understand how serious that is?”
She reached out for my hand. “Dave, I understand what you are saying. But you have not done anything, no, we have not done anything that I have not wanted to happen.”
“I wanted it to happen, too. But the law does not look at it that way. This is not about what we feel or what we might want. It is about what is right and wrong. What is legal and illegal.” We looked at each other for a moment. “Besides, I have to admit, as much as I like you and want to be with you, I feel a bit strange that you are attracted to me. I feel that I am taking advantage of you.” I was not sure what else to say. Carly looked thoughtful.
“I guess I don’t see the age thing the same way you do,” she finally said. “And you are not taking advantage of me. I like being with you. I feel good with you.” She squeezed my hand. “I can’t explain it but even before we met, when I would see you fishing in that cove, I thought about you. Maybe I saw you as a fantasy, a white knight coming to rescue me. I really don’t know how to explain it.”
We sat looking at each other. Obviously, what was happening was beyond our ability to explain. I knew that I was not predator of young girls. The last thing in my mind before I met this lovely creature was seducing a teenager. Maybe she had some syndrome or complex that made her need or want an older man in her life. I am no psychologist who could give some diagnosis based on her family life. All I knew was that I was attracted to her and wanted to be with her.
“What do you want to do, Dave? Do you want not to see me again?” There was sadness in her face.
“No, Carly. That is not what I want.” I tried to find the right words. “What I want is to do what is right. I want you not to be hurt. I want to be able to be with you and not worry about being arrested. I want you to be eighteen years old.”
She was listening, still holding my hand. “Can we wait for three years?” She tried to smile.
“Carly, I think I would wait thirty years for you. For me, it is not about waiting three years. It is about what happens between now and then.”
She lifted our hands up. “I guess we could just hold hands.”
I could not help but laugh. I sat up, pulled her into my arms, and embraced her. She felt so good in my arms. “Oh, my sweet angel. Where did you come from?” I held her at arms length. “I know this sound crazy. It sounds unreal. It sounds totally beyond anything that hints of good sense. But I know that I am going to fall in love with you. I think I’m pretty far down that road now.”
She started to speak but I place my finger over her lips. “I don’t expect you to feel the same about me. I am not sure you are able to know what love is right now. You say you haven’t dated. You haven’t had a boyfriend. The only males in your life, from what you tell me, have been your grandfather and brother. So I don’t expect you to feel love.”
She pulled my hand away from her mouth. “Listen to me. I am only almost fifteen. I know that I am young and immature. I don’t have a lot of life experience. I’ve been pretty sheltered. What I’ve learned about sex has been listening to others. I’ve never seen a porn movie or a nude magazine.” There was seriousness in her voice. “But I know what is in my heart. I know what I dream about. I know the kind of man I have thought about loving and loving me. And I admit you are the only man I’ve even talked to for more than a few minutes. And other conversations have been in the grocery store with my Granny or at church or with my teachers.” She leaned toward me. “I may be young, inexperienced, and immature, and silly. But I know what I feel about you. It may not be love. Or, it may not be the love that it will someday be. But what I know now is that I want to know you more. Even if we never touch each other again, I want to be with you.” She paused. “You say you’re not with me because you want sex. Well, I’m not sitting on your deck because I want sex. It didn’t allow you to make me cum because I want sex. I didn’t give you a blow job on the boat this morning because I want sex. I am here because I am hoping with all my heart that you will be a part of my life.” She started crying. “I just want you to know that I care about you and I want you to care about me.”
I pulled her into my arms again. She laid her head on my shoulder. I could feel the tears through my shirt. I caressed her back and held her tightly against me. I kissed her through her hair. Carly cried for about five minutes before she finally pulled away.
Through her sobs she managed to say, “Dave, I need somebody in my life. I want that somebody to be you. I don’t know if I love you now. But I do believe I am going to.”
I caressed her face, wiping away tears. I smiled at her. “Then, my dear, I think we need to decide what we do from here. You see, I know I am going to fall in love with you. As I said, I’m already headed in that direction and I can see light at the end of the tunnel. But we have to consider your age and be careful not to do something stupid.”
She nodded and tried to smile. “So, what do we do?”
“Well, first of all, we need to watch ourselves sexually. I don’t want us to have sex just because we can or we allow passion to take control. I want this to happen only when we know it is because we want to express our love, not just our passion or the heat of the moment.” Again, she nodded. “Carly, I need you to know that I want to make love to you. But I don’t want to do it now.”
She smiled. “I think I know what you are saying. I guess I want to know what it feels like. But that is not a very good reason for doing it, is it?” I shook my head. “Dave, I’ve never had a boyfriend. And I know that we can’t really act like you are mine now. I mean, I don’t think we can go on a date. I don’t think my Granny would like that or would allow it.”
“I understand.” I held her hands as she spoke.
“But, just between us. Can we consider that we are dating? Can we allow to happen what would happen if you were my age? I know it will be hard, but maybe that is how we can find out what the future will hold.”
“My darling Carly. You are more mature than you think you are.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, I’ll consider you as my girlfriend.” I felt odd just saying that. I had not had a girlfriend since I was in high school even though I have dated through the years. The thought that came to me is that I should give her my class ring to show we are going steady. “We’ll see what happens.” Then I felt the need to add, “Carly, I’m not a teenager anymore. I can’t act like one.”
“Oh, I know that, silly. I don’t want you to. That’s my point. The boys are school are silly and immature. All they want is sex so they can brag about it. I don’t want a teenage boyfriend.” She kissed me quickly. “I want you.”
“So, what have we decided?” I needed to put things in order. This is the way I tackle problems and make decisions. “Let’s agree that we will not have sex. Let me clarify, we will not have intercourse. Do you think we can manage that?”
“Yes, I agree that we’ll wait until we both know it is right. But, in the meantime, we’ll just let what happens happen. Is that right?”
“Yes. I guess that puts everything on the table. I won’t expect you to want to have intercourse, or make love, and you won’t expect it from me.” This was the strangest conversation I have ever had in my life. But, I have to admit that I was beginning to feel freedom from the anxiety I felt before we had this little talk.
“Then, we can enjoy being together, without pressure or expectation, right?” Carly seemed happy with what we had decided.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Good. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to wash the lake water out of my hair.” She stood and walked toward the door. She turned. “You coming.” She laughed as she walked through the door. I quickly followed, carrying our lunch dishes and taking them into the kitchen. By the time I reached my bedroom, Carly had removed her bikini and was standing naked in the bathroom door. As I walked in, she moved to the shower and turned on the water. I stripped quickly and joined her. We stepped into the shower. For the first time, I really felt like we belong there together. Whatever the future held, I wanted us to enjoy the present.
“Can I borrow some shampoo?” Carly asked.
“Sure.” I reached for the tube that was in the shower caddy. Carly squeezed some shampoo into her hand and ran her fingers through her wet hair. She turned her back to me and leaned toward me. “Make yourself useful, Mr. Elliott.” I put my hands to her head and began to lather the shampoo into her hair. The water cascaded over her body as I massaged her scalp.
“Mmmm,” that feels good. “Got any other shower talents?” She reached behind her and took my limp cock into her hand. “I’ll be we can come up with something.” My cock instantly responded to her touch. I continued to scrub her shoulder length hair, making a rich lather, as she continued to stroke my growing cock. I pushed her under the flow of water to rinse out the lather. As I ran my fingers through her hair, she continued to stroke my cock.
“I think we need to focus our attention in another direction,” I said. She turned to me, taking my wash cloth from the bar, lathering it, and scrubbing my body. I did the same for her. We washed each other, playing and teasing each other. I dropped the cloth and began massaging her breasts with the soapy lather. She moaned a little. After a minute I lowered my right hand and placed it between her legs, which she opened. I gently rubbed over her lips with the lather, allowing my middle finger to slide between her lips. She flinched when I passed over her clit. She began to stroke my cock with her soapy hand. We continued this for a few moments, finally rinsing off the lather. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply as the water flowed over us.
We got out of the shower, toweled off, and walked into the bedroom. We looked at each other. At the same time we moved toward the bed. Carly laid on her back and I laid over her, placing my weight in my arms. We kissed softly, slowly, gently. We smiled, nibbled on each others lips.
“You are something special,” I whispered. “I wish I had met you ten years ago.”
“So, you think I would be cuter as a five year old?” She laughed and pulled me to her. We laid in each other’s arms for a long time. Something had changed. There was no rush. I felt no anxiety. I knew that I was still violating society’s definition of a proper relationship. But, at that moment, all was right for us.
“I’m thirty-two and I’ve waited this long for the woman who would capture my heart,” I thought to myself as I felt the warmth and softness of her skin next to mine. “I’ll wait another three years if it means I can have Carly Bishop as a permanent partner in my life.” I kissed her and rolled to her side, bringing her body next to mine. Our hands caressed each other as we kissed.
“You know what, Dave?” I looked at her, wondering just what she was about to say. “I’m glad you like to fish.” We both laughed as we embraced.
“Yeah. But I never caught anything like you before,” I said as caressed her face. “You’re one I’m going to keep.”