Kate and Sean

Untitled Part 3

It took a while for Kate to feel comfortable coming up on deck. The captain found her to be a timid and reclusive creature most of the time. She hid below reading books and magazines every chance she got. She did spend some time cleaning and helping Sean with his prep work, but it was clear that the ocean scared her quite a bit.

The only time she seemed to gain any backbone was when Sean was with her and then she came across as invincible. Even braving a walk across the bow of the ship with him so he could secure some rigging. The two of them being the only ones small enough to fit on the narrow passage.

When they landed back on deck Sean yanked Kate to him and squeezed her ass cheek as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He finished the kiss with a playful nibble that he knew would leave her pissed, and she smacked him and stormed off. His corny laugh getting a chuckle out of Smokey. Sean handed his buddy the tools, and watched Kate disappear below deck. Then he took notice of one of the fishermen watching her.

At first, Sean laughed it off but Wayne made it rather obvious he wasn't too impressed with Sean. Eying him up and down a few times before he continued to turn his lines out for the catch. Sean followed Kate under the deck, stopping only long enough to size up the idiot. Ol' boy was tall and thick. Just how Sean liked em. Sean was easily dismissed as a fighter, and he loved that advantage and played it down whenever he could. As soon as Sean disappeared below deck Smokey turned and cussed out Wayne, "The fuck you think you doin' homie! That's ma boy!"

Wayne threw his spool to the ground and inflated his chest, sticking out his chin and gritting his teeth, "Well your boy has an awfully hot girlfriend and she be teasing me."

Smokey shoved Wayne backwards as the sea leaned the boat back, tumbling the two men off their feet. Smokey landed right on top of Wayne and use the momentum to throw a few good punches into the asshole. He stood, stomping Wayne straight in the balls, "You a punk, yo! And you lucky that wasn't Sean cause he'd killed yo ass!"

Wayne made it to his feet, he meant to teach Smokey a lesson on fighting a man when he is down, but the captain was standing on the brig watching everything. Like most of these hands, the captain saw Smokey like a son. Anyone wet behind the ears, that was willing to learn a thing or two was worth his respect. Wayne wasn't ready to lose his job over some pink haired slut. He wiped the blood from his lips and packed his lines in for the night.

Come morning Smokey was in the galley eating breakfast. Kate slid right in beside him and plucked sausage off his plate to chew on while she read her book. Wayne tossed his empty plate on the table, "Hey babes, why don't you make yourself useful and get me another empanada?"

The sweet matured woman hopped off the bench and grabbed the plate. She ducked around Sean in the cramped cooking space to pile a couple of treats on Wayne's plate; and then back around to plop it in front of him before leaving to return to her berth. He snatched her hand up and pulled her back, "Why you always runnin off little girl?"

He was instantly answered with a slap from Kate as she yanked herself free and fled the galley. Sean tapped the spatula on the grill and flipped it a couple times pretending not to notice what had just happened. With each flip he caught it by the handle, like he was having fun with a toy. Then without notice he whipped a hot egg at Wayne's face. Wayne launched from his seat to have at Sean and Sean held the spatula up to Wayne's throat and fought back a sly grin as he did so.

Wayne sneered, "What you gonna do flip me to death?"

It was Smokey that responded, "Na, Bro. You don't feel that knife on yo nuts?" No sooner had Smokey finished speaking, Sean twitched the blade upwards and suddenly Wayne was on his tiptoes trying to back off the weapon.

Sean stepped into Wayne's space just to show he wasn't scared of nothing. "Ever touch her again, yo, I'll leave you singin like bitch."

The fisherman shoved Sean off hard, if for no other reason to put some space between his genitalia and that cold blade, "Watch your back. Ain't no police out at sea. Accidents happen all the time and no even notices." "We don't need no po'po, yo. I got yo po'po right here, bitch."

As Sean stepped forward to make good on that threat Smokey shoved Wayne up towards the deck. "C'mon, yo. We goin to see the captain. You ain't right, dawg."

Sean meant to follow only to have Smokey turn back and issue a warning, "Let the captain handle it. We got another two months on this boat, no need to fuck it up this early."

An hour later the captain had both Sean and Wayne in his quarters, "Now, we can't have you two going at each other the rest of the season. You two make up or I'm gonna have to put my foot down."

"Ain't nottin to make up for long as he keep his hands off Kate." Sean avoided eye contact with both of them to keep his temper under control. His hands in his pouch, running along the sharp edge of his switchblade.

The Captain rolled an order to Wayne, "Clean the traps. Perhaps that will help get your hormones in check. You ain't in high school. You can control your dick, can't ya?" He followed up his demand with a hefty slap to the back of Wayne's head, and the guy stormed off out the door to do as he was told.

The captain sized up Sean, "Give it to me." The order gained some rather hesitant eye contact, "C'mon I know you have a blade in there, I ain't stupid." He was rewarded with the knife after Sean wiped a tear from his cheek. The captain shoved at him, "Hey, it's not that bad. Wayne's a good kid. I took him off the streets a few years ago. He ain't no puss, and he ain't soft, but he ain't gonna hurt no one specially not a girl. You two are safe. Best believe it now, Ya here?"

Sean nodded and quietly wiped a second tear as the captain straightened up, but the captian noticed his moment of weakness. "Look now. I can't have no pussies runnin this ship. Grow a pair and go finish your work. I promise I will keep an extra eye on Wayne. Kate's a good girl. I'd be damned shamed of myself if I let anything happen to her. Had myself a daughter like her once. Before the misses ran off with her left me with nothin but ma boat."

Sean quietly left and finished his work below deck. The galley was left extra clean as he tried scrubbing his frustrations off. It was so late by the time he climbed into the puny bunk, that he thought for sure Kate was asleep.

The moment he curled up with her she turned and straddled his hips. She kissed him greedily and despite how tired he was he wasted no time whipping off his shirt. He pulled the curtain closed and pulled her baggy pants down just far enough to find his way inside her sweet spot. Her knees pinned together by the waist of the pants he had to hold her up and buck his hips to build the rhythm.

Finally tired of the awkward position he flipped her over threw both her feet over his shoulders. He hammered home until she started breathing heavy and moaning in ecstasy. He threw her legs to the side so he could kiss her and try to hold off his urge to come before she could. Kate's feet gained some footing on the entrance of the berth and now she could push back into his thrusts giving her the full experience she wanted, and craved. Within seconds her body went limp and she tried to shove him off. Now he laughed pulling her legs down until he was straddled over her, "Can't finish without me. That's not fair."

She shot back, "Not my fault you take too long." Her comment drew a pitchy chuckle from him and he started thrusting again as her thighs were now so slick and hot. He knew the sensation was driving her mad. She bit the pillow to quiet herself and Sean finished, breathing heavily in her ear. He was too tired to move off her so he rolled, pulling her with him.

The both of them still tangled up in one another as Kate pulled the blanket over the both of them.Wayne sat in his berth, silently listening the sounds of the two lovers finishing up. He had a girlfriend once, but between the long trips at sea and his lack of control on his temper, she didn't stick around long.

He had invited her to join him on the boat, but the captain was right, it was no place for a woman. At least until now. The timid creature that hung below deck all day seemed to work out just fine for the captain. The newbie was suddenly the favorite on the boat. He hadn't earned his stripes like the rest of the crew he just showed up and was suddenly the shit.Wayne flicked a few shavings off the dog he had been carving and crammed his knife into the berth above his head. Getting to sleep was the only way to take his mind off of killing that punk in the front of the crew.