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by Tom Med

I was sitting on the bow of the boat watching the sun sink below the horizon with its' beautiful display of colors. As I get older, I find myself be amazed by nature more and more every day. This sunset was just one of the many that made me feel at peace with the world. The waves were providing a gentle rocking motion that made my mind start to wander.

I still could not believe that I was sitting on my sailboat in the middle of a secluded bay watching the sunset. It all started almost a year ago.....

I had known her for many years and we were very good friends. We were never more than friends although at times I had wished we were. Her real name is not Drifter, but her free and easy life style, along with her habit of traveling around the world in search for adventure, earned her the nickname. She came into my life that day and helped me get my life back in order....

A flash of lightening brought me back to the present. A storm was starting to move in from the port side. I quickly looked over the boat, a 41 foot ketch, to make sure that everything was closed and secured for the storm. After checking the boat, I stood on the bow watching the storm and feeling the cool air the precedes the rain. I turned and looked through the cabin windows and there she was wrapped in a short towel after taking a swim in the tropical waters. As I watched her making coffee, I realized that I was holding my breath.

I started to breath again and sat on the bow to watch the storm. Lightening and the accompanying thunder was getting closer. I just sat watching and letting my mind wander. I was stunned by how this wonderful woman had changed my life. She kicked me when I really needed it and helped in more ways than one. She was a friend, a psychologist, and yes even a lover. I was not sure if she would one day drift away with the wind, but I did not care. She had given me back my life and if she drifted on, I knew I could carry because she would always be with me.

I was startled when someone grabbed my shoulder. She was standing above me with the wind blowing her hair with two cups of coffee. "Are you alright?" I looked into her mystic eyes and told her that I couldn't feel better. The rain started to come down lightly and we moved into the cabin. Drifter stretched out on the couch and began reading a book and I took a seat across from her, sipping the coffee and just watching her. She looked so beautiful that I was content just to watch her. The storm picked up in intensity and the boat began to sway with the wind. Her breasts, which hung freely beneath the towel, were moving with the boat. I watched as her nipples hardened from rubbing against the towel. I was so involved in watching her, I did not realize that she had put down the book and was watching me watch her. We just stared at each other--there was no need for words. I walked over to her and slowly got down on my knees next to her.

"Drifter, I don't know what life would be like without you." She took my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were moist. She gently kissed me and smiled. Then we kissed again, more urgently this time. Her tongue parted my lips and our tongues intertwined. While our tongues were locked together, I slipped my hand down and untied the towel. I leaned back and admired her body. She spent many days sunbathing on the deck of the boat while I watched and tried my best to keep the boat on course. Her breasts were just the right size. They were topped with light colored nipples that were engorged with excitement. Her slim waist tapered down to her buttocks. At the junction of her thighs, one could just make out the lips of her sex. This was covered by a light covering of pubic hair that she kept trimmed.

She reached out for me, but I stopped her. "Drifter, you have brought so much pleasure into my life that it is time I did something for you. Just lie back and close your eyes. Listen to the storm and relax." She did as I asked. I took some warm oil from the cabinet below the couch and poured a thin line on her body starting at her neck and running it between her breasts and down her body until it just began to enter the nest of hair between her legs. I started to massage her body making sure that I did not touch any areas that might lead to her arousal. I could feel the tension leaving her body as each muscle group relaxed.

When she was almost on the verge of sleep, I gently began to massage her breasts. I kept away from her nipples in the beginning watching them swell. She began to moan softly and her pelvis began to rotate up off the couch. At this point, I bent my head to her right breast and gently began to suck on the tender hard point. Her hands came up and clasped my head to her breast. I gently nipped at her breast with my teeth and then moved to the other one which received the same treatment. I slowly kissed my way down to the juncture of her thighs. She parted her legs and I was looking straight into her inner core.

Beads of moisture were clinging to her lips. I stretched out my tongue and captured these drops of nectar of love. At the touch of my tongue, her movements began more insistent. I spread her lips and dove right in. My tongue touched every part of her sex. I licked around her anus and then moved up in a slow and deliberate manner. When I reached her clitoris, her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me further to her. I let her take the lead and move my head and tongue to where she wanted it. Suddenly, she stiffened and cried out as orgasm overtook her body. I remained where I was gently kissing her pubic area until she opened her eyes and smiled at me. Without speaking, she pulled me up onto the couch and clutching me to her bosom fell into a deep sleep while the storm pounded away.

I awoke several hours and found myself along in the cabin. Looking out the windows, I found that the storm was no where to be seen. The stars were bright and clear against the dark background. My pulse began to race--I had a small anxiety attack--could she be gone forever? I laughed at myself for being so stupid. We are on a boat anchored in the middle of a secluded bay. She had no where to go. But, then I remembered that this was Drifter and if anyone could find a place to go it would be her. I ran the length of the boat and jumped up on the deck disregarding the stairs. "DRIFTER", I cried out. There was no answer. My heart began to race faster. My chest began to hurt-- where could she have gone. Laughter? I was looking out over the crystal clear water and I was hearing laughter. I know I am a little different but maybe now I was getting a little crazy. Suddenly, a hand appeared over the gunwale and after the hand came the rest of her. I sat on the deck and we just laughed for awhile. "I'll have breakfast ready in a moment. The coffee is ready. I'll get you a cup." "No, I said. I'll come down and get my coffee."

I got a cup of coffee and sat down watching Drifter move about the cabin. I found that I could no longer help myself. I came up behind her and held her tight. I whispered, "I love you" in her ear. She turned and looked at me "You don't love me. We get along together and are good friends but you don't love me." What can you say to someone like this? We had both loved many times and had been hurt. I was sure that she just did not want to think about what I had just said. I had told her I loved her many times during the past years, but she always just let it go. Without saying a word, I took her by the hand and lead her to the deck where I sat down and placed her in my lap. I looked deep into those complex eyes of hers. "Drifter, I just want you to listen to me. Don't say a word. I have known many people in my life.

Some were friends and some were not. I have only loved a very select few. I know that you distrust the word love, but I am going to tell you what love really is. When I love someone, it is not just a passing emotion to be taken lightly. It is not just a word that I use anytime I feel like it. It is a commitment to you that will last a lifetime. Yes, I do enjoy the good times that we have when we are together. But, there is more. When you are having bad times, I want to be there to help. When you are depressed, I will be there to cheer you up.

When you are frightened, I will be there to protect you. When you are sad and crying, I will be there to dry your tears. I will always be there whenever you need me. I know that you might think that I am just another man who is out to hurt you. But, I am not like other men. I mean what I say and would not like to see you hurt at anytime. So now you know what I mean by saying I love you." Drifter was extremely quiet (which was very unusual) and she kept looking down at the deck. I took her head into my hands and forced her to look at me.

"Drifter, I LOVE YOU." Her eyes started to tear. One large tear drop started to run down her cheek and soon more began the journey down her face. I wiped away the tears and held her close. Finally, she understood what she meant to me. I guess now it was her turn.

You mean a lot to me and if you will have me, I am yours." I stared up at the ceiling for awhile letting her words sink in. "What do you mean?" "Just what I said. I am ready to settle down a little. I am tired of running around the world. I want to have some place to call my own. And, if you are willing, I want you to be there." I lowered my lips to hers and gave her a kiss that would reach her soul. I whispered in her ear. "Welcome home, pal." We spent the rest of the night making passionate love to each other until the sun began to come over the horizon.