You convince her to go surfcatting

"Remember when we were doing sailing, but those tiny boats they gave us sucked, so we convinced the teachers to take us surfcatting instead?", you open.

"Yeah I remember, all that sunbathing in the middle of the river, that'd be fun again.", Tonya responds to your amazement.

"Well sport is scheduled to take all morning I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we went again", you venture.

"You organise it, I'll be right here", she says a little dismissively returning to form.

Not wasting any time you head over to see the 'sports coordinator' who is more than happy not to have extra people to look after. "You're not under school liability today though, so you take your own chances" he says, but you're already heading back to the quad.

"Well its arranged, we can go, I'm just going to get changed." Strangely noone else seems to keen to go. Even more amazing considering Tonya is going. You are about to make a comment about that when the possibilities hit you, so you just shut up and go change into your bathing suit.

Tonya looks up at you appraisingly and then looks down at disgust at the gym mat that's beginning to stick to her skin. "Meet me back here in five", she declares and heads up to the girls change rooms. Ten minutes later Tonya returns in a brief yellow bikini and a sarong wrapped around her hips. Before you know it you're heading to your car and take the short drive around the river to the catamaran hire.

You fork out the money and push it out onto the river. The wind is fairly calm so you manage to easily steer the small craft out towards the middle of the river, despite the lack of help from Tonya. Just as you are starting to get a feel for the wind and get the craft moving Tonya announces, "Here looks fine."

She stretches out across the mesh in the middle of the catamaran. Impractically she has brought her small designer backpack onto the cat, from it she pulls a small tube of suntan lotion. You ease your shirt over your head and bundle it into a pillow as you too lie in the middle of the small boat, content to let it drift and enjoy the morning sun and the view – especially the view. Tonya is carefully applying the lotion over her arms and legs in long slow strokes. You try not to stare, but get the distinct impression she is enjoying your attention, almost as if she is intentionally putting on a show.