My Plan For The Day

I woke up very early with Marissa lying beside me, she looked so lovely that I did everything in my power not to wake her. I made my way outside and called Raymond. He picked up on the third ring.

“Christ Cartier, it’s six thirty in the fucking morning, don’t you ever sleep?”

I so badly wanted to give him the reason why I wasn’t calling but why ruin a great thing I had going, “So Ray, I’m calling to make sure that I can borrow your dad’s boat today?”

“Fuck you woke me up just so you can take some pussy out and impress her!” Then after what I took to be a yawn after a stretch. “Fuck whoever the bimbo is, I hope she’s worth it!” Then he told me that the boat was ready and that I had the private dock on Elson Island until Sunday morning!

I thanked him, then hung up and looked up my translation so that I didn’t blow it in front of Marissa. Eight Am Marissa came out wearing nothing but a football jersey and an uncombed mop of hair. “So Graham , this is our last day together, so just so you know I plan to lounge around the pool most of the day!”

I swallowed a bit of air, then I silently prayed to the gods that I didn’t fuck it up! “¿No preferirías relajarte en un muelle privado?”

Marissa looked up at me. Either shock or surprise on her face. “Graham, how did you learn that and what do you mean?”

“Oh I started last Thursday, when I concocted this day!” I paused, then let it all come out, so pleased with myself. “I thought that we would go out for a boat ride, then I could dock the boat at Elson Island and we could enjoy the sunrise before coming back so we would be here when dad gets home on Sunday!”

“Oh Graham, I know what you really want!” Marissa paused then slowly lifted the football jersey up over her breasts. “You want these at least one more time!”

“Is that so bad, after all this entire week you have let me do more than just touch your breasts!”

“You cheeky bugger, what if someone recognizes us and threatens to say something to your dad?”

I hadn’t thought about that! I mean Marissa had more to lose than I did! Did I have the right to put her at risk? As it was, Marissa actually accompanied me down to the boat wearing a pair of over-sized black lens sunglasses, baggy sweat pants and a super baggy sweatshirt. Oh she looks so attractive NOT! But I didn’t care, I still got to enjoy her company on the boat.

But in the long run, I was glad that Marissa was dressed as she was! As we boarded the boat, there was Raymond dressed in a pair of Speedo and a t-shirt. Since he didn’t get a chance to see Marissa the way I’ve seen her, he commented that she seemed to be a cold fish then left the boat.

I started to pull out when I heard from below the main deck, “Is he gone , Graham?”

“Yes, Marissa, he’s gone!” She came back up, still recessed in the baggy sweats but she removed the sunglasses. Twenty minutes later I was pulling the boat to the private pier. Marissa didn’t wait for me to get off the boat before she disappeared from view. When I finally left the boat she was leaning against a light standard now wearing a blue bathing suit if it could be called that!

On My eyes bugged out of my head! “¡Estás jodidamente buena!”