Semper Fi (An Erotic Romance)

by Laura B. Cooper

  I chuckled. I may have left that part out. “Once or twice,” I said sarcastically.

  Ronald chimed in, “Lo, you should take her sailing!”

  Logan shot me a quizzical glance. “It’s kind of rainy still, but there’s some wind.” He measured by looking out the glass window into the small back courtyard.

  I followed his glance. He was right of course. Branches still loaded with auburn colored leaves moved wistfully in the wind outside. The weather was perfect for sailing. It’d been a long time since I’d been out on the water for pleasure. Five days a week I was on the water preparing for competition. Rarely anymore did I enjoy it. As a child I never asked for Barbie’s or stuffed animals; I got my first Sunfish for my sixth birthday.

  Logan was watching me timidly, “I don’t guess you’d like to sail today, would you?”

  “I think I’d really like that.” I responded seeing the surprise on his face.

  “Well Lord bless us, another sailor!” Gracie reached over and hugged my neck.

  “Yes indeed.” Ronald chimed.

  But Logan was still staring at me in disbelief, “You serious?”

  “Sure, I assume you have a boat right?”

  “I do,” he said plainly without expression.

  “Now Lo you really should take the Elise.” Ronald spoke softly as if there was a secret I wasn’t aware of.

  Logan shook his head, “No, it’s time I tackled this. Besides she’s mine, and I need to take care of her.”

  “Tsk, tsk,” Gracie commented stirring her coffee in deep thought.

  “Alright! If you say so, I’ll call the dock and make sure she’s fueled up.” Ronald stood and stepped into the family room with his cell phone.

  “Am I missing something here?” I asked quietly.

  Logan smiled, “Baby if there’s something you’re missing, you just need to let me know and I’ll make sure you get ten of whatever it is.”

  I chuckled at his frail attempt at flattery. “I meant about the boat.”

  Logan seemed serious. “The Elise is Dad’s boat: a forty-two footer. Too big to really enjoy. Mom loved that boat though, so he kept her all this time. My boat is much smaller: a twenty eight foot Alerion.”

  I whistled lightly, “Sweet.” I didn’t add that I had a twenty two foot Helms. It’d been a fixer upper during high school. I never needed a car because Travis drove me everywhere. So I saved the money I earned teaching the Youth Sail Group and bought the boat. Travis and I had worked on her for the entire four years after school in the afternoons. She still wasn’t in prime shape, but we sailed her a lot. The memories of Travis flashed through my mind uncomfortably.

  “Wonderful.” Gracie added, “Now you kids get ready and I’ll fix you a picnic to go.”

  Logan and I climbed the stairs playfully, with each step he grabbed my ass and pinched. In his room I unzipped my pink suitcase and examined my choices for sailing. I hadn’t brought my wet suit. Jeans it was. I pulled out a fresh pair and laid them on the bed along with my docksiders, which were a sort of a security blanket for me. When I was feeling bad, they were on my feet. I’d taken them with me to the airport because I expected my time with Travis to be upsetting. They were well worn and comfortable after many years of use in the Charleston waters.

  “Hang on a minute.” Logan left the room. A few minutes later he returned with a wet suit just about my size.

  “See if this one will fit. It was Mom’s but I don’t think she ever wore it. Nope, she didn’t. See, the tags are still on it!” He laughed at some unknown joke.

  Chapter 9

  An hour later we arrived at the docks, wet suits covered by sweats and matching worn out docksiders on our feet. I wondered if he wore his when he needed security as well. When he pointed to his boat, I assumed he wore them today for a reason.

  The boat was polished within an inch of her helm. She sparkled with un-use. Her name rode on her back like a terrible reminder. In cursive gold lettering I read, “Leila” beneath it in smaller letters read “Boston, MA.”

  I wasn’t sure what to say. Should I comment on the name of his boat? She glistened too much to have been used very much. In fact, she looked like she just came from the manufacturer.

  Logan caught my indecisiveness. “I know. Leila never saw her; she was supposed to be a wedding present.” He nodded at the boat, “She’s a beauty though isn’t she?”

  “Truly she is.” I agreed wholeheartedly.

  “This is okay with you?” Logan worried.

  “Logan, this is fine. A little sad to me, but I’m honored that you’d let me sail her.”

  He shot me a curious glance as he helped me climb aboard. Immediately I went to checking the various components. He stood on the deck watching me take over. I stepped around him various times to make needed checks on the equipment, ensuring everything was in order.

  “I have the distinct feeling I’ve been played,” Logan said as he looked at me skeptically.

  I laughed and stepped close to him. “I think there are a few things I might not have mentioned”

  “Such as?” he whispered close to my face, his arms winding around me.

  I stalled, “Well… this is my fourth year at Georgetown.”

  “And?”

  “Also my fourth and final year on the women’s sail team.”

  His laughter broke the silence that surrounded the marina. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

  “Afraid not,” I responded. Did he not believe me?

  He was laughing hysterically now. He bent over low, holding on to my waist for leverage as he laughed too heartily.

  “Alright now I’m going to be offended if you keep this up.” I put my hands on top of his on my hips.

  “No! I just can’t imagine a more perfect woman in my life. I mean, it’s as if you were handpicked right from Heaven!” He kissed me lusciously.

  “Hey! You know what this boat needs? This boat needs a christening!” Logan smiled devilishly into my eyes. He pulled my hand, “Down below wench before I take you right here on the bow!”

  Logan shuffled me down the steps into the small galley of the boat. The Alerion was much like it was on the outside, untouched. I was giggling at Logan’s antics, he’d gotten it into his mind that we were playing Pirate/Wench this morning and kept saying “aye.”

  “So wench you sneak onto my boat dressed as a deck hand and don’t expect punishment?” Logan played.

  I nodded shamefully, playing along.

  “Well then let’s see what’s underneath this lame disguise, strip wench!” He ordered in a Pirate’s voice.

  He leaned back on the small sofa the Alerion came equipped with and stared at me, waiting.

  Slowly I slid my sweatshirt over my head; I envisioned strip club music playing in my head to give me the gumption to continue. I’d never been one to display my body on any level; as a matter of fact I’d perfected hiding it from the general public on most accounts. The only people who ever saw me in my bathing suit were the old men and the kids at the Sail Club I’d grown up at. Other than that I was normally covered from head to toe. Logan had a way of making me less self conscious than I usually am. I played along.

  Teasingly I slid my sweatpants down over my hips, lowering them sensually down my thighs. I’ve never been to a strip club; I hoped this was the way it was done.

  “Hmm…I see you’re prepared for escape from my ship wench,” Logan mustered, nodding at my wetsuit. He sat admiring the skin tight rubber suit that encased my body without an inch to spare. “Come here and let me unzip that for you.”

  I stepped towards him and stood between his legs. Carefully he slid the long zipper down towards my stomach. My heavy breasts bounced happily at their release as he peeled the wetsuit from my skin. At last it was folded down at my waist. Logan pulled me close; his lips went directly to my breasts. He peered up at my face questioningly as his tongue ran in circles around my nipples. My breath caught in my throat, it was chilly in the boat. My ni
pples tightened instantly with the wetness of his mouth. They felt icily cold and shrunk miserably with his every lick.

  “Wench I won’t have you freezing to death on my ship! Reach over there and power us up!” He chuckled at the raised goose bumps all over my bare chest. I didn’t have to be told twice; I stepped to the controls and put the engines into motion. The Leila flared to life without hesitation. I turned on the cabin heat and instantly smelled the burn of the unused heating system coming to life. It wouldn’t take long to warm the small space.

  “Good wench! Now get back over here and let me peel you out of that suit!” Logan ordered in his best Pirate’s voice.

  Back between his legs I stood quietly as he slid the wetsuit down my thighs and calves. Soon it was in a puddle around my feet. I was standing completely naked before him. His thick fingers traced my outline sending shivers through me. It was astounding to me that a man this strong could be so gentle and tender when it came to my body. He was amazing in every way I thought hazily releasing myself to his touch completely.

  He looked up into my eyes, his green eyes now changing before me into an impossible shade of pale green that warmed me. “Now you need to undress me woman. NOW!” He laughed wickedly.

  I pulled and tugged at his sweatshirt until it finally came over his head. I was giggling uncontrollably playing along with his Pirate game. I pushed him back onto the tiny sofa and pulled his sweatpants down over his legs swiftly. I flung his docksiders across the cabin without aim. One of them bounced into the galley sink. Reaching up I slid the zipper of his wetsuit down until it revealed the uppermost path to his manhood. He was lying back on the sofa with only his chest and abdomen barely showing. I gasped, it was times like this I really should have my camera. Men only looked like this in the movies, certainly not live and in front of me.

  “Good now get into the stateroom and lay down on the bed.” Logan pointed towards the small hallway that led to a master stateroom. The stateroom was only large enough for the bed and nothing else. I slid onto the custom comforter happily. I couldn’t control the smile on my face when I was with Logan, no matter what silliness he was playing.

  He stood above me at the tiny doorway. His mammoth size totally filled the space. I couldn’t help but laugh, he did have a rather large size for such a small boat, and perhaps the larger boat would’ve suited him better. I watched in awe as he slid his wetsuit down his body and stepped out of it awkwardly. In a last minute search I saw him reach into my backpack and pull out a condom.

  “Where’d those come from?” I asked, watching him unwrap the gold package.

  “I took the initiative to restock your supply,” he informed me with a devious smile.

  “Oh,” I nodded slightly a bit self conscious of my naked body on the bed in front of him. At least the boat was warm now I thought as he slid between my thighs. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide.

  “Wench you taste wonderful this morning!” he exclaimed, running his tongue up and down the slippery slit between my thighs. I squealed with delight as the shivers ran through me.

  “You’re torturing me!” I giggled uncontrollably.

  His tongue continued its race up and down along the tender path sending me reeling with need for him. “Does my captive not appreciate her Captain’s exploration?”

  “Oh… I um… yes, I really appreciate it.” I moaned feeling his hot breath of my most sensitive skin.

  He slid over me now, kissing my nipples again with the deep pressure of his mouth. His lips spread infectiously up my neck and to my mouth. My tongue slid into him without hesitation, my breath was rapidly building. I didn’t realize that his manhood had pushed against my tight opening. As I wrapped my arms around his neck he pushed inside me. The instant warmth filled me as my body stretched to allow him entrance. It was a tight fit but my pussy was more than willing to adjust. In a moment he filled me completely. He remained still, allowing for the muscles to relax around him. His tongue was probing my mouth articulately distracting my attention.

  “Oh Logan please…” I murmured, my thighs now wrapping themselves around his waist with desire.

  “Is my wench ready for me to take her?”

  “Yes, yes, please Logan!” I groaned loudly.

  “Very well,” he said, pushing himself further into me.

  I screamed with delight. Logan’s fingers instantly went across my lips. “Quiet wench! That is unless you’d like the Coast Guard to join us?” He gave me a teasing smile.

  I shook my head vigorously, laughing at the thought. “No!”

  He pulled almost completely out of me, and then slowly slid back inside. As he moved he intently watched for my reactions. He was ever so careful that his substantial size didn’t injure his captive. Moving slowly inside me I felt each vein of his manhood, each pulse of the blood pumping inside it. I was on the verge of my orgasm; each stroke sent me further towards the onset. The hairs above his cock tickled the shaven skin on my mound. Balls heavy with cum rammed against the opening of my ass as his hands held my face still. His strokes were more and more powerful with each passing second. I groaned loudly pushing my head further down into the softness of the bed.

  “Oh hell Mattie, I can’t…” His head flung upwards into the air, his gravelly groans met mine as I felt his manhood jolt into release.

  The heat of his come filling me pushed me over the edge. Ripples of my orgasm raged against his cock, forcing it to give me all it had. I grabbed his shoulders tightly, my fingernails pushing into the tightness of his muscles. His head went beside mine, his face in the comforter next to me as he screamed with his liberation. My pussy still throbbed against it in the last throws of my own emancipation.

  He held himself above me silently as my breath returned. Finally his head rose to face me. “Damn wench, you have the tightest most delicious pussy in the world. I swear I can’t control myself inside you.”

  I laughed heartily as he rolled beside me and pulled me on top of him.

  Chapter 10

  “How was sailing?” Gracie asked as we stumbled in through the front door.

  We both giggled, “We didn’t get around to taking her out.” We ran up the stairs towards his bedroom hysterically. He pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me both of us still laughing. “You, my dear are an angel!” Logan’s tongue probed my lips until I granted him access. His kiss was overwhelming as usual and I struggled to maintain composure.

  His cell phone rang in his pocket. He reached between us to pull it out. Glancing at the name on the screen. “Yes, Gracie?” he answered teasingly. “She’s calling me from downstairs!” he whispered to me.

  “Thank you Ma’am! Yes, we’ll see you in the morning.” He tossed the phone back on the bed.

  “Better get your fine ass in my shower, Gracie’s cooked dinner.” He began pulling my clothes from my body as I rolled with laughter.

  My pink suitcase had been unpacked somewhat; the dress that I’d packed in case Travis had wanted to go to dinner was lying neatly ironed across the top. Tiny silver sandals that I’d worn once were on the floor below. “Looks like Gracie wants us to have a romantic evening!” I mused, towel drying my hair.

  “Looks like it.” Travis held up a hanger from his closet that held a heavily starched dress shirt and black silk slacks. He smiled. My cell phone buzzed unrelentingly on the nightstand where I’d tossed it. Logan looked at the name spelled on the front of it and tossed it to me. “Tell you what; I’m going to get dressed in Dad’s room. Take all the time you need and meet me downstairs.”

  “Uh… okay.” I watched him walk from the room wearing nothing but a towel and a tee shirt. I pushed “answer.”

  “Hey Mom.”

  “Mattie! Oh thank God, I was starting to worry about you. Travis said you never showed up. I honestly think that boy is sitting outside your apartment. Where are you?”

  “Mom, I’m fine! I just took some time to sail.” I lied.

  “Oh…wel
l that makes sense. Okay, well you and Travis need to work this out. He’s pestering the piss out of us all.”

  I chuckled, “I’m going back in the morning and plan on talking with him Mom, I promise.”

  “Sweetheart, do you mind if I ask what he did that warranted this behavior?” Mom was prying again.

  “He broke up with me on the phone in the middle of the night.” I answered truthfully.

  “Was he drinking?” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah, a lot.” I responded without a hitch. I was still mad and throwing him under the bus didn’t faze me.

  “Well then, let him suffer,” she replied with vengeance. “So who are you sailing with darling?”

  I stood still, wondering how to answer this. “Just a friend who sails, Mom.”

  “Oh… anyone I know?” I knew my Mom, she had questions.

  “I doubt it, Mom. Just a friend.”

  “Alright babygirl, if you need me, call me. Love you Mattie!”

  “Love you too Mom.” I hung up the phone and stared at it for a minute before tossing it on the bed.

  Eventually I’d have to deal with Travis. According to Mom he was sitting outside my apartment. I knew without a doubt that Kelly would let him sit there too. She was a faithful friend, sail team member and roommate. As far as she cared he could sit out there and freeze to death. Doubtful he was doing that since our apartment had an interior corridor, but it was pleasing to think of. For a minute I almost felt sorry for him. Isn’t this exactly what he suggested that we do? Try on other people? I was justifying my slutty behavior, and truthfully I had no idea how I was going to spin this if Travis found out. My political science degree caused me to hazily wonder if I could blame it on a youtube video.

  I showered, shaved my legs, rolled my hair and dried it, and applied make-up. At the bottom of the stairs I noticed Logan in his Dad’s office, a glass of wine on the desk in front of him. He appeared to be writing checks. His gaze went to me as I entered the door.