PURSUIT: A Novel – 48: Maelstrom

Lake Pathos, Saturday, June 3, 1989

Like a knife cutting through butter, the blue-on-white, 1989 Custom 23-foot Maelstrom speedboat parted the water—600-plus horsepower bullied every wake. Brad flipped the booster switch and throttled to the max. The boat lifted and skimmed across the lake’s surface towards the low hanging sun that barely crested the treetops. His white-gold hair flowed with the wind. Jessie’s natural, brunette hair was in a thick, loose braid that draped around her neck like a snake with its tail nestled in the cleavage of her breasts. She wore a red one piece, but that did not mean that it covered much. The back scooped down to the top of her butt where the leg cut up to the top of her hips and showed off her long muscular torso and glutes—beautifully strong as a filly’s quivering rump in the starting cage of a Derby. The front view was just as inviting with an eye-catching display of cleavage on its long slope to a perfectly round set. The minimal coverage of that which should not be revealed left Brad curiously admiring his new catch—or did she catch him? Jessie was eighteen during the summer of ’89. Brad, an MBA grad of ’88 was twenty-six. He took the five-year plan as an undergrad due to his pleasure for playing football and women.

Eighty miles per hour on the water feels like 120 on the road—the weightless, airborne feeling as wind sliced overhead drove a head rush even without any alcoholic libation. Jessie turned towards Brad and stuck her tongue out to express—Is this the best you can do? She was a tiger, and she intended to bridge the age gap with her confidence, style, and her “testrogen” attitude that caused even the beefiest of men to whimper under her dominatrix rule. Brad pulled hard left and throttled down simultaneously. The boat cut sharply and heeled near vertical causing her to hug-hold him to keep from falling overboard. His barrel laugh resounded with the deep throat rumble of the idling engine as the boat right-sided in the calm of the wake that sped towards the tree-lined shore. Jessie bit his lower lip gently then slid her tongue into a deep kiss.

“Champaign sunset?” he mused.

“Of course, my dear, that’s why you brought me to the deserted end of the lake, to get me drunk so you can take off this half ounce of Lycra.”

“If that,” he toyed. “Not much left to imagine.”

“I can imagine I could leave you out.” She stuck her tongue out playfully as he leaned forward and sucked it in for a kiss.

“Where have you been all my life?” Brad breathed.

“Still in diapers when you graduated from elementary school.”

“Accusing me of robbing the cradle?”

“Please do.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Already have.” Jessie leaned back to show him why. She grabbed his swimsuit crotch and watched his eyes bug out as she squeezed. “I call the shots.”

“Okay, okay, how ’bout a shot of Tequila instead?”

“That’s in my game. Salt and lime on board?”

“Wouldn’t have offered without it.”

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As the sun set, the lake began to calm as the rocking wakes subsided to broad troughs. Overhead a bright rose canopy reflected the sun’s fiery furnace 100 million miles away. The Tequila bottle was half empty. Lime quarters, sucked and discarded, were scattered near a bowl of kosher salt. Red Lycra lay nearby.

“Catch me if you can.” She dove deep.

Brad looked around and waited to pounce where Jessie would surface. She bobbed up twenty feet away. He jumped with a cannonball that rocked the boat. He did not bother to chase, a fullback in water is like a bobber held down by lead weights. She was slender and lithe, a dolphin in her world. She dove again. Rising through the clear water underneath, a mermaid from the deep, she deftly pulled at his swimsuit. He felt her lips close around his exposed phallus.

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Copyright 2017  © Jeff Cambridge

Excerpt from PURSUIT, a novel by Jeff Cambridge.

Author of transformational fiction—

Real characters in real life drama that tell the story of their transformation to become more like Jesus.

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