Koopah

Later, we were in the cabin, sitting on the bed, and she was scared now.



I held her close, apologizing for getting on to her. I looked in her eyes, saying, “But you can’t go grabbing other people’s crotches. You’re with me.” I pointed to her, then me, and then crossed my fingers.



She kissed me then, pressing against me. When our mouths parted, I grinned. “God, you can’t get enough. Hell with it. We’ll talk more after.”



I leaned back and pulled her on top of me, already rigid. I reached for her netherlips, rubbing and stroking them until I felt them slick over with stickiness. Then I spread the lips and guided myself in, filling her in one smooth motion. I then took her hips and moved them, and her, up and down, thrusting up gently, until I was sure she had it. Then I rubbed her thighs, still giving light pumps.



She leaned down and kissed me, riding faster. She then pulled back some, moaning, her breasts swinging in front of me. I took one and suckled it, playing with the other, thrusting up more. Then she squirted, and I pulled her off, put her on her side, and entered her again from behind. My pumping became quicker and rougher, and when she squirted again, I couldn’t help but release my seed into her, groaning.



Soon after, when we were cuddling, I realized what I had done, and questions began forming in my head: Would she carry my child, or would the sperm die on the way to the eggs? If she did become pregnant, what would happen then? And most important of all, how old was this girl, exactly?



She had fallen asleep while I was thinking. I gently slid out from under her, slid on a pair of jeans, and walked out onto the deck. The other man, Thomas, was sitting on the boat’s edge. I sat next to Thomas and said, “Lemme ask you somethin. Her family, the Vasquezes--when did they go missing?”



“I’d say about fifteen years ago.”



I cursed in my head. “And how old do you think she was then?”



“Mm… Two or three.”



I must’ve looked worried because Thomas told me to relax. “I’m sure she’s legal. And if not, I know the mayor. He can look the other way on that.”



“Think he can help with some other legal troubles I have?”



“Like what?”



I stood and paced a bit, then turned to Thomas again. “I’ve got a warrant. It’s on drugs. That’s what I was doing on the ship, see, delivering coke to some guy in the Caribbean.”



“You were close. The island we found you on was a hundred miles or so from the nearest port there. But yeah, I think I can work something out with him.”



I shook Thomas’s hand, thanked him, and went back into the cabin.