Jud and Jennifer napped for an hour before slowly rising to shower together and redress. Jud wrote a note that simple said, "Thank You" to Gillian, and they both signed it. Jennifer phoned home to receive permission to spend the night at Deena's and received it.
As they drove toward the ocean they were both quiet, but it was from neither nervousness nor uncertainty. There simply were no more words needed. Their doubts and misunderstandings had been eliminated in the fusion of their flesh, and they now sat contented, feeling the cool ocean air flow around them.
Jud pulled off at Deena's darkened house and continued down to the dock where the house boat was docked. A lamp glowed mistily within, but Deena's car was gone. Stopping the auto, Jud looked over at Jennifer.
"I love you," he said softly, without hesitancy or embarrassment.
"And I love you, darling," she answered.
They kissed and she got out, both smiling. He turned the car around, seeing her step onto the walkway of the house boat, and drove back up the road.
Jennifer opened the door and looked in, the only illumination being that of the moon and the small lamp. Upon the glass section of the flooring, Zap lay sleeping, still wearing the light tan jeans. She stepped forward silently and smiled down at him. Beneath him a few fish darted amongst the amber swirling of sea weed, the moonlight giving the rocky bottom a silver cast. Jennifer looked down on the sleeping figure, and his eyes slowly opened upon her.
Zap looked up to see her unbutton her blouse, letting it fall behind her. Her hands searched behind her back a moment and the bra fluttered away. She was smiling at him all the while, her fingers unzipping her skirt and peeling the fragile lace of her panties down and off. She straightened and continued to smile down at him.
He saw her honey blonde mane of hair haloed with moonlight, the gold-flecked brown eyes with their heavy lids and dark lashes, the swells of high cheekbones, the graceful nose, the lush lips, and the whole of her face with its beauty greater than that of its parts, aglow with warm, inviting humor and joy. He saw the column of her throat ease into her shoulders, saw the flesh swell from the meeting of shoulders and collar bones into the upturned fullness of her breasts, capped with her full, ripe nipples of pink. He saw her torso narrow down into her waist to frame the firm pout of her navel-dimpled belly, saw the widening of the hips, and the sloping drift downward between abdomen and hip meeting in the grove of copper ringlets. His eyes followed the flowing lengths of her legs and then took in the whole of her body with its ripe, golden lushness; and then the whole of face and body.
Watch yourself, Zap, he told himself. A woman that beautiful and you risk either loving just the outside or having her think that you do. Lord, to've never even seen you in a swim suit, and now this… Well, it's up to you Jenny; your move, he thought, smiling back at her.
Jennifer saw his eyes take her in detail by detail and then smile with the beauty of the whole. Otherwise, he did not move. But she saw the bulge against his jeans enlarge and snake down into a long mound. She sank to one knee between his legs, and let her hair spill over his stomach as she kissed his belly. Her fingers loosened the button and freed the zipper, and she stepped back, sliding his pants down and away.
She stood above him, seeing him seem to float upon the ocean, her reflection dimly cast on the thick glass beside him. Though his prod stood up proudly from the dark brown mat of his pubic hair, he made no move toward her, and she knew that she was rid of the fear.
Jennifer laid herself out upon him, taking the length of hard flesh into her mouth. Zap's smile tightened and he sat up slowly to move his lips over her shoulder, one hand absorbing the resilient firmness of her breast. He drew her up to him, their eyes touching for a moment, and their mouths merged as they lay back over the lapping of sea growth. The flow of water cast light over them in tongues of mint and webs of pale blue. She felt his tongue bathe hers, felt his teeth softly chew at the full pad of her lower lip, and her hands moved over the firmness of his back, drinking in his taste.
His fingertips sailed and dipped and spun over the opulence of her flesh, eddies of motion in the recesses of the hollows, torrents of rapture upon the rises. His tongue gauzed her lips and laced her ear with a flaring garland of motion. His fingers tattooed her breasts in crystalline mosaics, crimping and swelling her nipples for his mouth that masked them with a maelstrom of tenderness.
The musculature of his stomach pressed and pulled at her belly as he rolled it against her, and she felt the velvet soft head of his sex slash her thigh, and the hardness of the shaft pressed lengthwise against the golden veil of her moist dwelling.
His fingers burnished the full cheeks of her backside with a fever. His mouth memorized the contours and tastes of her body along with his hands and eyes, and he tasted the dew from the foliage of her nether lips, parting the throne with his tongue, tasting the rich damp of her nector and the resilient membrane of her passage way.
Jennifer moaned and her fingers wove in his hair, feeling his hands firm against her softness, his weight a fluid blanket upon her. And she drew his head up from the ringing cradle to taste herself from his lips, and guide his spire into the sap flood of her nook, feeling herself filled under his gentle eyes.
Her lips sought and found his, and he began to sway within her, swelling vapor spills into a spasming torrent. Her body quaked at the incineration of her tissue under his concentration. His touch and taste and bite and caress were everywhere, blooms that merged to array her in droplets of flame. He surged, up within her and her arousal was a morsel for him to devour, and he pulled back to lift her with the suction, dragging his crop between the flexing embracing's of her saddle, dropping again to cause her to gasp as he pressed to the hilt, the dark brown hairs brushing the copper ones.
His hands pouted her ass and rippled down against his surge from in front, working her flesh down, concentrating her feeling. His hips began to sway from side to side as he pummeled her yearning cushion, his pike flexing off her walls as he sank up into her, accenting the pressing of her muscles.
Oh, making up for lost time all in one night, all so good, she thought within the tumult. So good, so fuckin' good.
His fingertips were a flurry at the backs of her thighs, his prod a lever that jacked her higher and higher. Her heels pressed against the glass covered fish, and her loins whipped at his twisting surge. Their tongues touched, their movement pulling their lips away.
Suddenly, with remarkable agility, he was standing, his hands under the small of her back, and he was crowning her offered core in a paroxysm of movement. Jennifer's hair floated beneath her head, and her body leapt up at his as the hysteria spurted up her spine from her belly to fragment her mind. Her arms went around his neck and her mouth was a wild thing as she twisted and slammed against the spire that was a geyser of motion within her. She groaned against him, feeling his muscles stand out as he supported her, but she kept whipping the shaft within her sleeve of wet silk, sucking in on him with the gripping of her hold. His eyes blazed before hers and their mouths twisted and rolled together, biting each other's lips, their tongues writhing.
He turned with her against him, moved the few steps to the bed, and slowly knelt, lowering her back onto the bed. He leaned forward into the riptide of her beckoning hold, and her body flowed against his. He groaned at fitting, feeling the upsurge crackle within his guts, rolling his stomach muscles and clenching his hands. He bit into the growl that broke from his throat, and his whole body began to shudder against her weeping maw, burying himself in its quicksand grip, twisting the sheets in his hands, his back bucking forward with the contractions of his loins as he spent himself within her satin purse, cresting upon the pain like zenith of pleasure. And her movement beneath his twisted the sheets around her as she pumped the flow from him, smiling blindly at the corona that blossomed within their joined flesh, melting together into a deluge of rapture.
Moonlight shone palely upon their sweat glistened bodies, catching the heaving of his shoulders and the rise and fall of her breasts as they eased down. His lips brushed hers and he smiled at the dreamlike sensation of waking to this, never a word spoken, their eyes and bodies singing their thoughts.
He clasped the gold and honey of her hair, kissing her slow and deep, his tongue sipping and rolling at her essence.
Jud had parked beside the main house, and sat looking out on the moonlight ocean, his arms folded against the night air as he thought. With graduation five days off, his relationship with Jennifer settled, and the warm promise for a time at least of Gillian, he felt the sensation of being between rooms, the past behind, the future unknown.
He turned to see Deena's car pull off the highway and move down to stop beside his. Her face smiled out from the ebony cloud of her hair, and he realized how attractive she was. They knew each other casually, but had never really talked.
"Hi, Jud? What're you up to?" Deena asked.
"Just brought Jenny out," he nodded toward the house boat below.
"Oh, yeah? Then you two got things worked out?" she asked, cutting the ignition off and braking the auto.
"Yeah," he smiled. "Left her off a while ago."
"Is Zap here?" she asked, getting out.
"Yeah, I guess he's with her," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't…"
"Don't worry," he smiled. "Everything's cool."
"Good," she nodded after a moment. They looked out at the ocean for several minutes without talking, their eyes thoughtful.
"Act of love," Jud mused.
"Hum?" Deena asked, turning her head to him.
"Just thinking about that phrase. It and balling aren't necessarily the same thing."
"Nope," Deena nodded with a wry smile. "Unfortunately."
"Maybe that's the trick though."
"The trick?" she asked.
"Maybe if living's an act of love… then maybe the balling is too," he said, thinking out loud more than speaking to Deena.
"Yeah," she smiled, taken with the thought.
"Well," he said, straightening from beside the car. "Better be splitting."
"You can come up to the house if you want," Deena offered.
"I'd like to," he said, his eyes searching hers as he cast for a decision. "Another night, if that's okay? Right now I need to just sit 'n' think for a while."
"Fine," she smiled. "Anytime."
He leaned forward tentatively and she raised her face up to his. The soft pads of her lips breathed against his, parting to the search of his tongue. He gloved his hands in the dark waves of her hair, feeling her body press softly against his. Their breath heavy, their faces slowly parted. They stood a moment and then turned to their cars. Deena watched him drive away, looking forward to his return.