Love on the ship

After leaving the pier, Aya didn't go straight home. Instead, she stayed on the breakwater, quietly watching the sea. Wearing her school uniform, she sat with her backpack under her bottom. She didn't think about anything, just stared intently at the island where her school was located. An
endless loneliness enveloped her.
The summer sun was strong and hot. The dazzling sunlight reflected off the sea, making each island appear like a mirage floating on the water. Boats passed by intermittently.
Under such intense sunlight, she should have felt very hot, but inexplicably, she didn't. Only the distant sounds of ship horns and waves crashing against the breakwater enveloped Aya.
His eyes, vacant, scanned the surrounding scenery. His large eyes were brimming with tears, one after another overflowing and streaming down his face, yet he didn't wipe them away.
Was he sad? He was just weeping silently, his mind only wanting to ask, "Why?"
He didn't want to believe it, but…
what he saw in the library…
Junji was indeed with the boy from the next class…
"No!"
he cried out, but he couldn't deny it.
The two boys' frantic breathing…
the rustling of clothes…
and the moans of a man and a woman…
it must be some kind of fantasy! But it was truly unfolding before his eyes, and he was even more certain that his eyes and ears pointed to Junji as the protagonist of the story…
It should have been an instantaneous event, but this scene was so vivid, lingering in his memory.
She ran away from the library, all the way to the pier, without stopping to catch her breath, only knowing to run as fast as she could. Then she sat on the breakwater, not remembering how she got there.
But this undeniably represented the end of her first love.
The first time she liked someone of the opposite sex, and then…
what happened that night at the fireworks festival…
then in Junji's room, the sweet transition from girlhood to womanhood…
Many different memories of the past flashed through her mind, yet vanished without a trace. Overcoming the sorrow, a bottomless sense of emptiness now dominated Aya.
*** *** *** *** "Hmm?…"
After finishing fishing, the fishing boat had just entered the harbor when Atsushi saw Aya sitting on the breakwater. Puzzled, Atsushi wondered, "What is Aya doing..."
As the ship slowly moved forward, he silently watched Aya. Wearing a sailor's uniform, Aya sat there, hugging her knees, gazing at the sea in a daze.
The scene he had witnessed that night at the last festival resurfaced in Atsushi's mind. Deep in the shade behind the shrine, young men and women were deeply in love, their intimate gestures frequently visible. A girl wore a yukata, and her healthy thighs could be seen through the hem. Under the cover of darkness, he could vaguely glimpse a woman's voluptuous body...
That scene remained deeply etched in his mind even today. Though it was in the dim light, he had clearly seen a face. Yes, that was definitely Aya's face.
I've watched Aya grow up since she was very young, so I know her very well. Even in high school, I never really thought of her as a woman. I'd never really noticed Aya in high school, but after seeing that scene that night, my feelings towards her changed completely. She truly is the best woman; that's the feeling I have.
From that day on, I tried my best to hide the intense emotions in my gaze when I looked at Aya. I still met Aya as usual, pretending not to care and acting calmly. But, completely contrary to my outward appearance, my eyes were always drawn to her body.
Her chest in her sailor uniform. The gentle curves of her shoulders. Her smooth, arched waist. Her incredibly slender calves and the delicate, white skin covering them.
Every time his eyes fell upon Aya's alluring body, he felt as if someone was whispering in his ear,
"This girl isn't a child anymore! You need to look closely!"
The intimate scenes from that night flashed back.
"Look, she's developed enough to do the things that men and women do..."
Her breasts, encased in her uniform, were touched, kneaded, and then sucked with abandon by the man. Such things were indeed happening. The petals that had been swirling within her skirt were fully open, ready to receive a man's penetration. Just thinking about this caused a strange sensation to erupt deep within his body.
The high school girl in the sailor uniform before him...
a pained expression on her face...
his fantasies deepened.
He'd been single for a very long time. It'd been almost half a year since his wife left home and went back to her parents' house. For Atsushi, a man in his mid-thirties with peak sexual desire, almost six months without contact with a woman's skin had caused severe unsatisfaction.
To shake off this urge, he constantly went out to sea to fish, but…
whenever he thought about that festival night, a strange excitement enveloped him. This island was known for having nowhere to relieve sexual desire. Perhaps he'd sneaked into women's bedrooms at night in the past, but now those were just island legends.
He'd masturbated, of course, but with little effect.
He spent each day in a state of utter boredom.
Unconsciously slowing down, the boat slowly made its way towards the breakwater. Only when the boat was very close did Atsushi notice Aya looking up.
He sensed Aya's expression was very lonely. Seeing this, Atsushi suddenly felt the distance between them closing rapidly.
*** *** *** *** "Hey... Aya... what's wrong?"
Atsushi shouted, rocking the helm.
Suddenly, a familiar voice seemed to fly into his ears, shattering all his emotions.
"Nothing... just looking at the sea..."
Aya forced a smile and answered.
"The sea?... Is it interesting to look at the sea from that place?"
Atsushi laughed heartily.
"Hmm... nothing special... just pretty!"
Atsushi's indifferent attitude made Aya answer somewhat unhappily.
"It'll be even prettier if you look closer!"
Atsushi quickly added, speaking very smoothly.
"Really?"
"Ah, of course it is... Shall we come up and take a look now?"
Atsushi made the invitation.
"I see..."
Aya lowered her head and pondered.
She had grown up on this island, but had never been on a fishing boat. She was like this because she had no interest in it. If she went home listlessly and dejectedly, her mood probably wouldn't be much better. It would take a long time to forget that incident.
Aya was filled with these thoughts.
Waiting for Aya's reply seemed to take a very long time.
"That's right! Wait a minute!"
Aya replied, as if she were about to throw everything away.
"Great!...Then jump on!"
Atsushi skillfully moored the boat by the breakwater, saying this to Aya who was standing there.
"Okay!"
Carrying her schoolbag, Aya aimed at the deck of the boat and jumped.
The girl leaped into the sky and then fell back down, her pleated skirt fluttering in the air. Under the shimmering light on the water, the girl's legs appeared even whiter.
In an instant, Atsushi's gaze was drawn to this sight. At the same time, a wave of infatuation washed over him again.
"Alright... let's go!"
"Okay!"
With Aya standing on the deck, Atsushi slowly steered the fishing boat away from the breakwater.
*** *** *** *** "Wow..."
Aya was startled by the sudden change in direction, almost feeling as if the boat was spinning around her.
Atsushi turned the boat around, turned on the throttle, and the boat slowly accelerated.
"Great!"
Aya exclaimed, her mood shifting for the first time since leaving the library.
The boat slowly began to move, its speed gradually increasing, swaying from the impact of the waves.
The speed gradually increased, almost as if gliding on the waves.
"Faster...faster!"
Aya's voice held a hint of excitement.
Her hair and the scarf of her sailor uniform fluttered in the wind. From beneath her slightly short skirt, glimpses of her smooth legs could be seen from time to time.
Atsushi's gaze was fixed on Aya's beautiful body.
The way Aya boarded the boat; her slender lower body; the soft, curved waist encased in her skirt; glimpses of bare skin peeking from beneath the hem of her sailor uniform; the way she suppressed her wind-blown hair; the blend of girlish and adult allure.
Seeing all this, an inexplicable impulse surged through Atsushi. Suppressing the urge with all his might, Atsushi said to Aya, "Okay... then let's fly!"
"Okay!"
Atsushi steered the boat at full speed.
It sped forward, violently stirring up waves.
"Ouch!"
Aya screamed as she was hit by a splash.
"Be careful! Don't fall into the sea!"
"I'm fine!"
Clutching the railing tightly, Aya looked out at the sea.
She was surrounded by the sea; the deep blue water; the distant islands appearing like castles in the air; the reflections of the summer sun on the surface were dazzling.
"Whoa..."
Aya cried out, feeling as if the sea breeze had sliced her apart.
"How does it feel?"
"Yeah, it's amazing!"
Aya turned around with a bright smile.
Aya looked absolutely radiant.
"I want this woman!"
Atsushi thought to himself, his mind filled with this intense desire.
A place popped into his head.
"Alright, then let's go to another place!"
Switching the rudder, Atsushi turned the ship around and headed towards that location.
"From now on, I'm going to take you to a secret place!"
"Where?"
"You'll absolutely love it!"
"Really?"
"Hehe, of course!"
"Then let's go, let's go!"
*** *** *** *** After about ten minutes, the ship finally arrived at its destination, a very, very small island.
"Is this it?"
"Hehe, this is it!"
"What, just a small island like this?"
"It doesn't look impressive, but you'll definitely enjoy it!"
Atsushi slowly steered the boat into the island.
This island really is small! It would probably only take thirty minutes to circle it. It's such a small island, it feels like a small forest floating on the sea.
The boat docked at an old wooden pier, the construction date of which was unknown.
"Okay, let's get off!"
"Um, okay... okay!"
Aya hesitated, feeling uneasy about stepping into this unfamiliar environment for the first time.
"Then, get off... get off!"
Atsushi gently nudged the hesitant Aya.
"Okay, I'm getting off!"
Aya jumped off the boat in one breath.
"Hey, be careful, okay?"
"I know!"
"Just keep walking after you get off the ship."
"Okay."
Following Atsushi's instructions, Aya took a step forward.
Aya, dressed in a sailor's uniform, walked right in front of him. The soft curve of her shoulders, the scarf that swayed in the wind from time to time, and then her little bottom wiggling as she walked. Just seeing her round little bottom swaying gently made Atsushi very excited.

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