The Interns Pt. 03 (MM, MMF, MF)

Jonas stepped forward, dressed in canvas deck shoes, a pair of vintage white trousers, and a polo shirt. It put me in mind of those old photos of the Kennedys, from the 1950s.

"Well, hello sailor," Claire said from beside the bed.

"Hello darlings," he replied in a fake mid-atlantic accent. "Get ready, the boat leaves in an hour."

"Boat?"

"You said you wanted to go for a sail," he replied to Claire. "Well, I think it's high time we make a sailor of you."

Two hours later we set sail on Jonas' vintage sailboat, the Shang-ri-la. He said it was what they called a folk boat, about twenty five feet in length, all wooden staves and polished varnish, brass fittings, but with modern white Dacron sails. It had a little cabin in which one could store a few things, and a little fore berth, but not much beyond. The woodwork was impeccable, and Jonas said he spent a lot of time down there working with his hands to get away from the stress and vicissitudes of life.

Claire wore a sun dress over her one piece that she'd picked up in one of the shops on the quay, and I was left with my old shorts and a t-shirt that Jonas loaned to me. It was a couple sizes too big.

I was for one happy to be out in my "arena of competence," as the writer calls it. I've sailed since I was a kid, and it was a joy to get away from all the money and technology and fancy gear, and just feel the wind in our faces as we rode the afternoon swells which sparkled and glittered in the sunlight. A fresh breeze was up, and we all sat on the high rail of the little Shang-ri-la as she beat to windward. Soon the island was a soft green mass on the horizon, and we watched as a few flying fish sprouted from the swells and skimmed along the water's surface. Claire nestled herself between the two of us, and it felt good to feel her body against mine, even though I knew she was playing footsie with Jonas.

Within an hour's sail, we had reached a small uninhabited island that lay a couple miles from the main island. Jonas handed me the tiller and he stood on the gooseneck of the boom, looking for the passageway through the coral. It was narrow, but Jonas pointed out the little yellow float that marked the entrance, at least for those who knew where it was. I guided us smartly between the coral heads into a small bay, and we quickly lowered the sails and dropped anchor.

"It's the perfect spot for a swim," Jonas said as the anchor fetched up in his hand. "Except I'm gonna have to skinny-dip. Do you mind, Claire?"

She shook her head, and was already stripping down to the swimsuit she wore underneath.

"Well, Jonas, what are you waiting for?"

"Do you wanna turn your back or something?"

"Only if you want me to."

He smirked and slowly, languidly stripped off his shirt and took his sweet time unbuttoning each button in his white sailor pants, one by one, down his bulge, showing his taut, glistening abdomen. My cock stirred in my shorts and I felt a flush come across my face as he peeled his pants off and stood before us in his naked glory.

Claire laughed and clapped. "That was quite a performance."

"Glad you liked it. Hey, what about Tony?"

The two of them looked at me.

"You guys go ahead."

Claire shook her head and smiled at me, but Jonas reached for me and I fell backwards, bumping into Claire. She sat down with a thud and pushed me down onto the deck, holding my arms as Jonas grabbed for my shorts. I laughed and tried to twist away from him, but he had my ankle in one hand and my shorts in the other. Claire's body was soft and warm against mine as I fought off this assault on my privacy.

"I'll hold him down," she said, and clambered over me, pressing her thighs down against my arms. Jonas scampered closer, wrapping his leg around mine. I rocked my head back slightly and Claire's pubic mound brushed by my face and I smelled the warm, natural scent of her body. She shifted slightly, pressing her warm, soft vulva against my face, lingering for longer than necessary. The two of them reached down and I made a show of fighting them off as Claire's fantastic scent filled my nostrils. I opened my mouth slightly and she pressed herself to my mouth and I moaned softly. Meanwhile I had one hand around Claire's waist while Jonas and Claire were unbuttoning my shorts. I arched my hips upwards, trying to fend them off, but Jonas pressed his hips down against mine, and in doing so I felt the heat of his swollen manhood against mine through the taut fabric of my shorts. Claire slid her hand slid inside and her and his hands brushed over my swelling cock as they stripped me down, but not too fast, and as they did, Claire watched while Jonas and my cock pressed together for a moment, and I felt him throb against me. I felt Claire's hips rocking against my mouth as Jonas softly ground against me, but only for a moment, but it was enough for me to throb uncontrollably. Claire gasped and turned her head with false modesty. "I'm so sorry, Tony" she muttered, climbing off of me, but Jonas only laughed and smiled. "Nice boner, Tony."

"Shut the fuck up," I snapped, scampering to retrieve my shorts.

"Come on, let's get in the water. Haven't you ever heard of shrinkage?"

I protested, but he quickly pulled me off balance and over the side. The cool water hit me like a mallet, and by balls instantly tightened up against my body. I let myself sink down, and when I arose, Claire was smiling at me and looking at me with such sweet eyes that all the anger fell out of me. "Sorry, Claire, but I get hard all the time."

Jonas had lowered a swim ladder over the side, and Claire eased herself down and into the water next to me, holding onto the ladder with one hand.

"I know, Tony. Actually, it kind of makes me feel good."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Claire's hand slid over the tiny silver pendant that nestled in the cleft between her breasts. Her nipples were firm in the cool water, and she knew how well they showed through the Lycra of her swimsuit. I knew she was drawing my gaze there, and it flattered me to have her flirt with me just a little. She held the swim rail with one hand, as I did, and our hands touched together as we floated there, on the edge of the blue abyss, our bodies inches apart.

"Do you like my new suit?"

"I think it suits you very well."

"Well, I like yours the best."

We watched again as Jonas of the perfect body swam by, exulting in his glowing nakedness and perfection.

"Are you still hard?"

I shrugged. "The water's pretty cool." Jonas glided by us again, his naked body glowing under the water.

"He makes you wet," I whispered, and she abashedly nodded.

"He turns you on, too, Tony. Admit it." I felt my hard-on growing again.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," I said, and pushed myself away from the swim ladder. She laughed and swam after me, and in an instant was on me. She reached down with one hand and, feeling between my legs, grabbed my now swollen member and gave it a squeeze.

"I guess so," she whispered, and then released me as Jonas rose beside the two of us. He had found a pair of swim goggles somewhere, and had been gawking at us from underwater.

"You two should fuck."

Claire was incredulous. "What the hell for?"

"To get it out of your system. Look, you two might never have a chance like this again. We fly out tomorrow, you know. You'll go back to your cities and your day jobs and your boyfriends and girlfriends, and you'll always wonder what could have been."

Claire and I looked at each other for a moment. Her face was red with embarrassment, as mine was.

"Sorry, it's none of my business. If you want to wait, everything' s back at the house. Oh, and there's a magic wand in your drawer, Claire."

"A what?"

"A massager," I said as Jonas flipped over and dove under the water.

"That guy is a piece of work," she said, her face red with embarrassment. We swam together in silence. Jonas was off somewhere below, exploring the bottom. I rolled over onto my back and gazed upwards. A few mare's tails spread across the sky and the sun began to fade behind their white veil. Claire felt the added coolness, and had already returned to the swim ladder. I climbed up behind her and she handed me a towel and averted her eyes.

"What are you doing that for?" I asked.

"It feels wrong."

"Are you afraid?"

She turned back to me and watched me towel off.

"No, I'm not afraid." She reached down and tossed me my shorts. Once more I felt myself thickening.

"Jesus, Tony. Does this always happen?"

"Just around the pretty girls." I stuffed my hard cock down into my shorts and slipped on my shirt as Jonas rose up the ladder behind us. Of course, he was magnificent. The water streamed down his chest, his strong, round biceps, down his tummy and off his cock. Claire handed him a towel but he waved her off.

"I air dry."

She giggled and I handed out some sandwiches and drinks that we'd brought in a little cooler. Jonas spread the towel on his lap and devoured his lunch, and Claire kept her eyes glued to him. As I suppose I did. The wind began to pick up, and I felt the goosebumps on my skin, and began the work of preparing the boat for the return sail.

"We might want to put a reef in that main," I said, looking at the dark water on the horizon. Jonas's brow furrowed. "That means it's gonna be windy?" I nodded and passed him the sail ties I'd taken off the boom.

- - -

As I'd foreseen, the sail back was rough. Clouds now darkened the skies, and the beautiful blue tropical water became grey and forbidding. The wind whipped off the tops of the waves, and the little Shang-ri-La careened from one to the other like a drunken sailor. It was all I could do to keep way on, and after an hour or so both Claire and Jonas succumbed to mal-de-mer, losing their lunches overboard. I knew we had to get back. Our flight out was tomorrow, and I kept thinking about the packing that we had to do, the conference call that we were supposed to take, even as interns, and how much crap we were going to get from the old man if we missed it. Claire knew too, and maybe that's why I pressed on longer than I should have.

When the squall hit, I can't say that I didn't see it coming. The dark line marched down on us, topped with a crest of angry whitecaps. When it hit, the spray drove like gravel and laid the water flat. It pushed the boat back and I lost steerage, and then suddenly we were broadside, the most dangerous possible position to be in. But instead of capsizing us, the next wave spun us around and the boat skidded dizzily down the face of the following wave, then rolled sickeningly onto its side, the bow digging into the water in front. I watched in terror as the boom pointed skywards for a moment, and I pulled the two of them down just as it came whipping across the boat and crashed down into the water on the low side, splintering itself in three places. We sheeted our little jib up to the windward side and that got our head pointed back downwind, and the Shang-ri-la was a big bottomed girl, she came right up and off we raced, back towards the little island. There was no way to make it home now, and if we missed the little island, who knows how far out to sea we'd be before they find us.

Darkness was gathering as we once more attempted to thread our way through the coral heads, only this time there were breakers all the way across the reef. Fortunately Jonas recovered enough to show me the trick to finding the little yellow ball which marked the entrance to the lagoon. I never did see it, and I think we scraped and bumped a little getting across, but we made it. As we approached, I tried to get our weather-beaten mainsail down, and we had to cut it with a knife. The rain came just as we crossed the opening and I spun the boat quickly before we hit the shore, and Jonas flung out the anchor and we paid out all the rode we had. He stumbled back to the cockpit and collapsed down, and I realized that his head was bleeding. Claire and I managed to muscle him down below, and lay him back on some sailbags and try to keep him low and in the middle of the boat, where there was the least motion. He resisted a little, but I parted his hair carefully to look for any serious damage. There was a nice little knot forming above his left temple, but the bleeding was only superficial. No deep cuts.

"Is he going to be all right?" She asked, with a tremor in her voice. He nodded and she looked at me.

"Hand me that flashlight," I replied, and I took it and, with my other hand, lifted Jonas' eyelid and briefly flicked the light into each eye. He had good pupil response in both eyes, and we waved the light away.

"I'm okay. Stop making a fuss over me."

"I think you might have a concussion," I replied.

"I'm just dehydrated, that's all."

"I think there's some ice still in the cooler," Claire said.

"See if you can find a towel or a shirt or something."

She rummaged around in her bag and came up with an orange sarong. She scooped some ice from the bottom of the cooler and, making a little bag of it, put it against his head. He winced, but she held it firmly, and took his hand after a moment and had him hold it. The two of them looked ashen and the motion of the boat and the close quarters didn't help any.

It quickly became dark, and the rain was pouring down now. Jonas was next to me, with Claire on the other side. He drifted in and out of sleep, even though I tried to keep him awake. I found myself continually checking on that anchor, fearful that we would drift into the shore. And then, in the darkness, I could hear Claire's teeth chattering.

"Tony, I'm freezing."

"Okay, Claire. Come over here." I rummaged through the sailbags stacked behind Jonas until I found the oldest, most wrinkled old spinnaker sail, and I pulled it out and spread it over the three of us. I set her on my lap, next to Jonas, and leaned against him, trying to keep all of us warm.

"Whoever heard of freezing in the tropics?" she joked, and I rubbed her arms and shoulders to try to keep them warm.

"Put your hands between my legs." She slid them down and I clamped my thighs around her palms. Earlier in the day, it would have meant let's fuck. Now, it meant let's survive. After a little while, her shivering subsided, as did mine, and the three of us drifted off into fitful sleep.

A change in the wind woke me a couple hours later, and I gently left Claire and wrapped her arm around Jonas, and stood to go on deck, and I realized that there was about a foot of water in the cabin. I swore softly and made my way up on deck.

It was still night, and windy, but the stars overhead burned brilliant and the Milky Way cascaded from horizon to horizon, every dark knot and every bright whorl laid plain like ripples in the stream. The chill was gone from the rain. Our anchor held, we were no closer to the shore than before. Still, I went forwards and checked for chafing. The stars were so bright that one could see one's way by them. The deck was slick and cool underfoot, but solid, and the rough, jerking motion we had suffered through was replaced by a smooth, deep roll, not unpleasant for a sailor. The wind still whipped the palms ashore, but they no longer were torn from the tree. I looked past them to see lightning flashing far off to sea, sending orange and yellow fire into the distant, boiling cloudbank. I watched it and strained to see if there were sprites rising into space from above the clouds. It was sublimely beautiful. I felt my heart lifting and I gazed down below at my two friends nestled below. More than friends now. I was thirsty and hungry and exhausted. The boom still lay in splinters on the deck, but I knew we had a way to repair it, and if the trades come back tomorrow it will be a downwind run, like it should be, back home.

I sighed and clambered back down below, and spent the next couple hours bailing water out of the cabin. The first light of morning was showing when I finished, and I collapsed, exhausted, next to Claire.

END OF PART 3