Fuck me!I started swimming, a hard crawl, my heart pounding.Eventually I overhauled the wayward boat. Eventually I steered it over to haul Weather out...of the sea. She was laughing at me. I was not impressed. It could have easily been a complete disaster. I glared at her, frowning. "Where the hell was your life jacket?" I asked, now I was thinking again.She grinned at me. "There." A regal finger pointed. "Where the hell was yours?" she asked cheekily. Then, when she caught me staring at her lacy. “What's so funny?”“Us.”“What do you mean?”By this time, she had pulled off my now-deflated cock and turned to embrace me. She tried to kiss me, but she was chuckling too hard.“Come on, baby, why are you laughing? What did I do?”“Just kiss me till I calm down.”“Sure.” I kissed her, with exhausted passion at first, but after a while, tenderly. I was truly in post-coital bliss, which, for a guy, means drowsy.“Wake up, lover boy, I'm not done with you yet,” Marianne purred.“Yeah, I think you. I was sitting across from my new bud, that I still sort of hated, making plans.“So?” said Lance.“Yes, I’ll be joining you at State full time,” I said. “We’ll be doing whatever tutoring we do in the library every day after our last class unless you’ve a group thing going or what all.”“That’d be good,” he said. “And I will have a lot of group stuff to do. All of us newbies take the same courses the first year: a lot of togetherness.”“Okay, then. It’s time for us to get busy conquering the world,”. ”“My Rob?”“Tell me you aren’t fond of him? More than fond?”I didn’t answer that, not right away. But it set me thinking. I mean, I lived with the guy in a forty-foot yacht. Slept in the same bunk. Didn’t have a moment’s concern he’d do something I didn’t want. I’d talked and he’d listened, a bit like Jessica, in a way. Fond? More than fond? I’d known him, what? Eight weeks? How long do you need to know someone before you know you want them in your life?“I knew Dave was special the first time I.