Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 01

"No but I am engaged. Would you like to see my ring?"

Jack said, "Yes please" meekly and was shown a diamond about a quarter the size of her knuckle.

"Very nice," he said.

"You're not very interested are you? Sore that I'm not available?"

"I guess so."

"Well, off you go and thanks. Come back when you're prepared to fight for what you desire."

He said goodbye and walked off to his apartment. He hadn't really listened to that piece she mouthed on about as she showed him to the door but suddenly it filled his mind and he realized what she was on about. Have a go Mac!

He dribbled in delight so wiped his chin.

At 6:00 a.m. two weeks earlier Jack had met Faye and her team at the boatyard for the Cat's first sea trials. The new craft, unloaded of course, hit 33.6 knots over the one nautical mile speed trial course and going back into a 3-knot tide the Cat covered that distance in 30.7 and so he was well pleased. Jack had also made a full inspection and left with the yard manager a list of seventy-two little matters requiring attention, nothing major at all. The Cat would be hauled back up on the hard, ready to prepare it for the symbolic launching; only yard personnel and Jack had seen its real launching.

Ten days later Jack went through the list of seventy-two little matters and only a sticky cupboard door in the gallery and the over-looked realignment of the holders for the bottles of spirits over the bar mirror required farther attention. Faye arrived with a bottle of wine and three glasses but the yard manager said his wife was waiting to be collected, leaving Faye and Jack to go into the wheelhouse alone. Faye locked the door. They had a couple of drinks and then went to the day bed Jack had insisted to incorporated into the layout as was done in the original Lady Helena, not that it was planned for this purpose.

They kissed as Jack undid her shirt and peeled off that and her bra while Faye unfastened his trousers and dropped them and pushed off his underpants with her foot. He ripped her briefs off and she giggled and said, "Those were my husband's favorites."

Annoyed that she should mentioned the husband, Jack lifted her on to her knees and pushed in below the back of her thighs to lick, Faye taking her time to spread her knees to make it easier for him. Once she was dripping and moving enthusiastically he grabbed his more than ready cock and, teeth gritting, he pushed in with the typical focus of a deceitful male switched on to one-track thinking. Jack was imagining he was pushing in to Miss Cassia Holland who was not even a playmate.

Jack wasn't interested in who Faye was thinking about although noting she was now thrusting back at him. Jack brought Faye into a light sweat and heavy pant and then she bit into her arm to muffle her screaming as she came heavily.

It was a hollow fuck he thought. She probably was thinking this could be their last, as his alternative skipper Bruce Harding would probably return the craft within six weeks for the post-delivery check. Thinking that Bruce may already know Faye carnally, as he'd been up harbor to check progress too, brought Jack into a massive eruption and the big squeeze on to Faye's swinging tits as the eruption built up to blast had her off in another delivery with an excited squeal.

Jack tossed Faye his underpants to stem the outflow and grinned as he poured the drinks. "That was great," he said, which was the truth as he shot off more than he'd expected and knew she'd unleashed big-time. She smiled, "That was unexpectedly good. It felt as if for the first time you were loving me."

Although caught by surprise Jack covered that with a big grin. "You've been so good to me baby."

Her eyes dilated. "I didn't want this to finish. It's my 'Goodbye from Jack seduction' isn't it?"

"Oh come on baby," he lied. "How can you think that? Nobody in these situations ever knows when the end comes."

He then thought well, why not signal something. "I like you and always will. You have to admit we have been fantastic together and that's the truth."

She began to weep.

"Christ, you're married," Jack said.

Tears always worked on him adversely. He poured a little wine around one of her nipples and began to lick, hoping there was enough in the engine room for one more call for full power.

Faye's little sob-induced tremors of her upper body died as her hand came into his hair and grabbed a bit chunk. He climbed on to her and felt her legs open and she let go her grip. They began kissing and the tit in his hand began to harden matched by him hardening and she felt that. As their tongues attempted unsuccessfully to tie a knot Faye reached down and he lifted as she fed him in.

The kissing stopped as he arched his upper body and began a slow, rhythmic thrusting, staring into her unblinking sorrowful hazel eyes. He knew she was caught in an emotional web so gave his best. "You are one of the best lays I've ever had."

Her facial expression didn't change but he thought her eyes turned darker. Her thighs clamped tighter and he felt her hand slide in towards her clit.

She really was one of the best lays he'd ever had because she was good at it and worked to perform at her best. Some women were off and on like a garden tap. He recalled the occasion when Faye even managed a top performance after complaining she had a headache, a real one, actually. Her face had been screwed up so he screwed with sympathy and the result surprised them both.

Jack was tiring and attempted to conceal it but she must have known that would be happening. He'd told her the first time they came together he wasn't an all-night stud and they both laughed when she said in unabashed relief, 'Thank God for that'. He thought lovely things about her, blocking thoughts about what she'd said about goodbye Jack and praised her amid grunts, increasing her affectionate strokes down his flank with her free hand.

Finally, "Want to come now? I'm ready. This is wonderful Jack."

"Yes baby, I'm on my last legs."

She rocked back more vigorously and he picked up his pace, his face now cherry red damp with perspiration.

"Now?"

He nodded and felt her little finger rimming the pucker of his butt hole. He grunted and muttered obscenities as he ejaculated and she hit hers with perfect timing and them tapped her clit and came again.

"That was the most perfect fuck ever," she said, clamping her arms around him and flattening her boobs against him.

Jack had no way of knowing if she were telling the truth saying he was the best, but his ego told him that was the truth. She left to drive home, looking very happy and wore that special smile of a well-fucked woman.

Jack was pleased Faye had taken more than an ejaculation of sperm and the usual emotional crossover from him. The affection he'd engendered seemed to have reached her soul. She'd not wanted to move afterwards, saying she just wanted to hold him and look at him for God's sake and kept fiddling with his hair.

Jack knew he too had emotions but they were buried pretty deep. Buried by his mother.

"Nah mum," he said aloud. "That's not fair, I was mainly to blame. Although just a kid I knew you had your reasons for going and what they were. I just refused in my mind to let you go."

Well, what a fucking confession, he marveled. That's the first time he'd admitted that. Thanks was due to Faye for stirring the pot. He felt excited and decided to dine out with his mom alone and tell her what he'd just said about accepting blame himself.

Jack called Faye's home number. Although she still called herself Faye Davey she was Faye Ashton although she sometimes called herself Faye Davey-Ashton. She'd written her husband's name on the back of the card. Faye wouldn't be home yet because they lived on a farm out of Kumeu where Trevor bred some kind of horses that was in big demand by kids in pony clubs. Faye had told him but he hadn't really listened. It was bad enough plugging a guy's wife without knowing intimacies about him.

"Hi Trevor, this is Jack Garland. Your wife Faye..."

"Yep, I've made the connection Jack. Hi, sorry but Faye's not home yet. I'll have her call you."

"Actually that's great she's not there. My call would have made her suspicious if she'd answered the phone. Listen Trevor this concerns the launching on Friday afternoon of my new ferry. As you know it's the biggest craft to have come out of the family yard and that is a real achievement. Besides Faye and her team have come in just a tad over contract price as a result of our changes and Davey's Boatyard's price was almost two hundred grand under the next best price. So I want to reward her handsomely but personally and need to talk to you about this because it's a very personal gift. I've seen a big-ticket gold bracelet but I'm thinking perhaps it's not the kind of gift a grateful client gives to another man's wife, so I'm seeking your thoughts Trevor."

"Me object? Hell no Jack. I'm pleased for you to be the sucker. She's hinted about a real gold bracelet for years. Has she talked to you about it?"

"Not a word. I'm not even sure she'd expecting a gift although you may be aware it's traditional."

"Yeah and that's where she receives her stock of expensive perfumes from. So their price lower than you expected?"

"Very much so Trevor. Although her brother worked the financial and technical side it's been Faye who's done all the wheeling and dealing and cracked the whip."

"You go right ahead Jack. It won't be wasted money because she'll treasure it."

"Thanks for your approval. This is just between you and me, eh? I understand from the jeweler that most people can't tell the difference between a cheap version and a premium version costing thousands of bucks more because the difference lies in the quantity of gold."

"Yeah, like diamonds mate. I remember the big chunk of diamond she squeezed out of me when we bought her engagement ring. She rather fancies you. I know that."

Jack felt the dread flow through him. Trevor was on to them.

"She always talks about you as if you were a nice bloke whereas most owners seem to be bastards. I look forward to meeting you at the launching."

"Great," said the relieved Jack. "Stay on into the night and we'll yarn over a few beers."

"I'll make sure she wears a sexy dress so you get a good look at her Jack. She really has a great body under those chunky tops and comfortable jeans she wears to work."

"I'll look forward to that, Trevor. See you Friday afternoon."

CHAPTER 2

Digger was staying the night and eating his dinner when Jack arrived.

"Hi, where's my chow?"

"A bird phoned before I started cooking. She wants to take you out to dinner."

"Some stupid name. Cass-mia or something."

"Cassia?"

"Could be."

"What time did she call?"

"Dunno, my watch is in my cabin. The number's taped to the phone,"

It was Cassia Jack found when he called the cell phone number. She must have had her phone connected to the local system at the airport.

"I was about to go back to bed, thinking you didn't wish to hear an American woman talking her head off for half the night."

"What are you wearing?"

"Pardon me."

"What are you wearing?

"No, I heard that. I was giving you the chance to apologize as it was not the type of question you should be asking me."

"Are you going to answer the question?"

"Just panties. Why are you asking?"

"I was attempting to visualize you at the phone."

"Why?"

Jack hesitated and then took the safe route. "I don't know you well enough to answer that question. Tell me, is it customary for American babes to ask more questions than they answer?"

"Please answer my question without fudging. I'm expecting you to answer honestly."

"You'll regret it."

"Please allow me to be the judge of that."

Jack sighed. "Oh well, there goes my American baby from Boston, kicking me into the sea to rest like flotsam."

"Not bad, it probably sounds like poetry from someone who can't write poetry."

"What does?"

"What you just said suggests you regard me as a disinterested or cold-ass bitch."

Jack laughed and said give him a break. He didn't know her well enough to regard her as a cold-ass bitch and anyway she had rather a good-looking ass. I found your expression to be rather a cute."

"You are unusual you know. Some men I know would be disturbed to find I'd say such a thing as that."

"I also knew you could not be disinterested, what with my height, great hair, wide chest and neat buns."

"Oh, so you have neat buns?"

"Another question but so I've been told."

"Have you been told you're exasperating and have yet to answer that hanging question?"

Jack sucked in breath: "I was keen to know how you were dressed to see if that could help me visualize your body shape. You gave me no chance to assess your tits earlier today."

"Breasts."

"Sorry, breasts."

"What about my legs."

"Got an eyeful of them. They go on delectably forever."

"They go on delectably forever? Are you drunk?"

"No, just a connoisseur, though don't judge me too harshly for admitting to that."

"I wouldn't advise you to hold your breath. What about my ass?"

"Well molded by Mother Nature I'd say."

"Why thank you. Is that all?" What about my pussy?"

"It is inappropriate of me to answer that unless you are passionately aroused."

"Oh my, cutely answered. Come over and I'll take you to dinner. It's 8:40 now. I wish to be asleep by 9:30 to lessen the affect of jetlag. Is that understood Jack?"

Jack said he'd be there in five minutes because his apartment was nearby. They could walk to a Thai restaurant in one minute.

"Thai would be beautiful, thank you. I'll be waiting for you on the sidewalk beyond the curved entrance to the hotel."

By now Jack was convinced he'd nail this lovely young woman before she returned to Boston. He sensed she wanted adventure. But the closer he was to her hotel the less enthusiastic he was about seducing her like a trophy taken after a short chase.

Hey boy, what's this? He wasn't sure. Perhaps it was because he'd drained himself into and over Faye. But as soon as Jack saw Cassia standing on the sidewalk catching admiring glances he knew: he regarded her as being unobtainable, that he had no wish to soil her in his mind. This was rare and it surprised him. Kiwi blokes don't put women on pedestals. Jack had once when he was twenty... Mary-Lou Baker. He'd regarded her as unobtainable until being told she was a Saturday night raver and liked taking two guys on.

So Cassia, what is your dirty little secret?

"Hello Kiwi," she smiled.

"Hi Yank," he grinned, taking her arm and pecking her cheek. "Alive and well in New Zealand I see. Love that colorful top."

"It is loose with mass. I chose it to conceal my shape after you admitted a fetish for my breasts, thinking you should be looking at beautifully presented food and not at me."

"Do you wear a bra?"

"God you are priceless. Yes, mostly, because I hang rather a lot. I have not allowed my father to even think about re-engineering any part of my body."

"I find that most interesting and admire you resilience. It tells my something about your character."

That's also interesting, Jack thought as she squeezed his arm slightly and yet didn't thank him for his supportive comment. Actually he'd been almost flabbergasted, thinking many young women would probably have said, 'Here I am daddy, use your biggest knife and leading edge skills'.

"Don't answer this if you rather not but did your mother undergo cosmetic surgery?"

"Yes, but it wasn't considered ethical for daddy to do it so he recommended an elite fellow surgeon, a woman. They became friends and mom eventually ran off with her husband. Well, they didn't run far. Their new home is less than ten minutes away from her former home. Don't be sympathetic. Things like that happened in America in the social set they cruise in."

"Does she still regard herself as your mom?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Then I won't express sympathy."

"Great but a kiss wouldn't go amiss."

"Where?"

"On the lips. I rather fancy you John Laurence Garland aka Jack Garland but I don't wish to rush it."

"Okay and so please offer me those lips. Oh yummy."

It was a lovely, tasteful kiss, not quite chaste. Jack's mind was racing, all over the place. Foremost in mind was the question of her fiancé. What would he think about Jack shagging Cassia, why was he worried about that and exactly what did 'I rather fancy you' mean? Did he appeal enough to her to be placed on a pedestal? No, by now she'd think sex was on his mind perpetually. Well, the truth was there are plenty of gaps in any day to think about sex.

The small restaurant appealed to Cassia and she was impressed that the two beautifully presented young women who escorted them to the table knew Jack as Jack, indicating he was a fairly regular customer. That indicated he'd managed to bend their customary politeness enough to persuade them to call him Jack.

Jack introduced Cassia as Miss Holland and the two women smiled and bowed and said welcome. That was to be expected really but Cassia was then delighted when one of them said, "Your Jack is very funny" and both women covered their mouths and giggled.

Walking back to the hotel Jack asked, "My mother and your father... will something more permanent happen between them?"

"Yes, they'll marry soon. Socially it is more acceptable for a surgeon to be working with beautiful people to be married. Women tend not to like their husbands finding an excuse to become jealous."

"I'll go now," Jack said, as soon as they reached the spot where they had met an hour earlier.

Cassia looked surprised but didn't comment. She looked slightly tentative: "Tomorrow I'll spend between 10:00 and 4:00 with your mother. She has a program in mind to expose my father and me to as much as the city as possible. I'm available outside of those hours to associate with you as you wish and on Thursday she is taking us down to Rotorua to see Maori culture and mud pools and geysers. One of her old friends, Mrs Isaacs, is coming with us."

"Mabel is a historian with great knowledge in geography and flora and fauna as well. She'll be great company for you. Sleep coming back because tomorrow night I want you energized as I'll take you skiing, you do ski I presume?"

"Yes, I love it. But it's summer and no mountains until south of Rotorua. Is there an indoor ski facility near here?"

"Yes."

"Oh lovely, You'll have to be good to beat me."

"When I get you over to the island I'll take you water-skiing. We'll have a lovely time over there. Perhaps all of us could spend the weekend on the island. I'll be taking the new ferry over on Saturday morning. It is to be based over there rather that at the ferry terminals here in the city."

"I'd love that. I suggest that to daddy and your mother."

Jack lined up for a kiss and received it. This time she pressed against him and seemed reluctant to break away and that was good. He hoped she wouldn't act possessively at the launching and antagonize Faye. Well, what will be will be.

Checking his emails, Jack approved the press advertisements for the new ferry timetables and approved the signs for erection at both ferry terminals, with site approvals from the authorities already received

Because of the superior speed of the new vessel, Jack had decided to increase his timetables substantially. At present he ran only a workers' ferry at 6:45 and 8:15 from the island to the city with return services at 4:15 and 6:15 which meant no service for shoppers off the island and day trippers to the island plus a virtually empty trip over to the island first thing in the morning and a near empty return last thing at night. He put in a great deal of planning and representations to the authorities and islanders to provide an expanded service that was needed because island population was mushrooming. It was now cool and 'green' to be living on the island. He also knew if he didn't expand the service someone else would. Another operator had tried to horn in with a fast cat service but only as a summer service and so most of Jack's customers showed their loyalty to him and the interloper scrapped the competitive service after only fourteen weeks, dropping a bundle of cash. Another operated ran similar worker services to Jack's but that was needed because there was enough demand for both of them.