A huge thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping with this. It's kind of a long story that starts off slow, but picks up towards the end. Hopefully my limited knowledge of sailing ( and the resulting technical errors ) won't be too much of a distraction. As always, please rate and comment on the story, even if it is just to teach me about sailboats.
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The kayak bobbed up and down on the lake as Rhonda adjusted her life jacket, "I don't know why I have to wear this, I'm pretty buoyant."
"Yea, I'd say you have a set of PF double D's" Lynn replied with a laugh.
Watching her friend struggle to get her large breasts tucked into the life vest was almost comical. It was a problem she did not have. In contrast her thin muscular frame made the foam filled vest essential, if she went overboard she would sink straight to the bottom unless she worked vigorously to keep her head above water.
"There... finally," Rhonda said, breathing a sigh of relief. The lake patrol strictly enforced the rule on wearing PFDs after a series of drownings earlier in the year. She looked back towards the shore and laughed.
"What a noob," she said, pointing to a man clearly struggling to raise the sail on his small sailboat.
"At least he's not compensating from something with a hundred horsepower jetski."
"That's true, it takes a special kind of confidence to get on the lake with a sailboat, especially one with a pink sail. He's either gay or very confident in his masculinity."
"I saw him trying to back down the boat ramp when we put in, I think he's a himbo, at least as far as sailing goes. Still he looks kinda yummy, one of those guys you want to sleep with just so you can brag about it." Lynn said.
"He is kind of cute, probably pretty full of himself... oh, oh, oh crap, he's going over," Rhonda replied. A sudden gust of wind had caught the sail and before inexperienced sailor could react the entire boat rolled over.
Rhonda picked up her paddle, "Let's go help him out and hope he's not an asshole about getting help from women."
"Okay, but why are you doing it the hard way?"
"Shit, forgot," Rhonda said, setting her paddle back in its holder and putting her feet on to the pedal drive. The device was an expensive addition to the kayak, but was much more efficient than paddling by hand. She pressed down with her legs and the boat cut through the waves at an impressive speed for something without a motor. In less than two minutes they had pulled alongside the capsized vessel.
"Ahoy, you want some help?" Rhonda called out.
"Hi," Troy responded. He turned to see two women in a red Kayak. They were a mutt and Jeff duo, the one in the front of the boat was thin and lanky with blonde hair, fair skin and friendly smile. The woman in the back seat was much curvier with tan skin and black hair. She flashed an impish grin.
"Is this a new boat?" The larger woman asked.
"New to me, I got it off Craig's list. Hobie 14 footer, and as you can probably tell I've never done this before. I read some stuff on the internet, seemed pretty easy. Turns out it's not."
"Well, if getting help from a couple girls doesn't crush your fragile male ego we can get you righted and show you the ropes," Rhonda said.
"If I didn't run my ego over trying to get down the boat ramp then it went down when the boat tipped over. I'm Troy, please excuse me for not standing up to greet you."
"I'm going to get the sail down," Lynn said as she slipped out of her life jacket and jumped into the water, quickly disappearing below the waves. The water was clear enough that both Troy and Rhonda could see her swim under the sailboat and lower the sail.
"It's a good thing she came today, I can't go that deep... the twins don't like going under," Rhonda said, "But Lynn has no trouble going down and staying down. She's pretty good with her hands, should be done in a few minutes."
"Thanks again for the help," Troy said.
He had hoped the boat would be a way to meet women, but this is not what he expected. And these women were not exactly the ones he planned on meeting. While he didn't plan on attracting the women from the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, he didn't expect the likes of his rescuers. They were both reasonably attractive and seemed genuinely friendly, but not quite the caliber of companion he had hoped for.
"You want some lessons?" Rhonda asked, encouraged by his attitude. He wasn't the asshole she thought he would be.
"You know how to sail?" Troy asked.
"Yea, you could say that. I used to teach it at summer camp; we used boats just like yours."
"Then I'd be a fool to turn that offer down."
Lynn gasped for breath when she surfaced. She had been down for just over three minutes, well short of her five minute personal best, but taking the sail down had been a lot more work than just floating motionless. She did have the presence of mind to surface right in front of their new friend.
"Hi, I'm Lynn." She said with a smile. The guy was cute, and probably out of her league. She turned to Rhonda, "The sail is taken care of, but I don't think I can flip it."
"You two grab the kayak, I've got this," Rhonda said as she rolled off the side and entered the water with a splash. She swam over to the sailboat and climbed on to one of the pontoons, grabbing the rope that Lynn had left for her. She wrapped the line around her arm and started to lean back.
"I'm Troy," he said, as he floated next to Lynn and watched Rhonda right his sailboat, "and thanks for helping me. I feel like such an idiot."
"We all started out like this, the first time I had to flip a boat it wasn't pretty. I don't have much junk in my trunk, so getting it up was quite a struggle."
"Do you come here often?" Troy asked, realizing too late that what he said sounded like a pathetic pickup line.
"Yea, today we are headed over to the east bay today," she replied. What she didn't say was they were headed there to celebrate national nude day. Technically it wasn't against the law to be naked on the lake, but the rumor was the lake patrol frowned on it. The patrol rarely made it to the east bay, so going there meant not getting hassled. She glanced over at Rhonda to see how everything was progressing.
At first the sailboat refused to move, but Rhonda started rocking back and forth and soon the opposite pontoon started to lift out of the water. Once it cleared the surface the process accelerated. Troy was impressed by how quickly and gracefully the large woman moved. She balanced on the moving surface until the boat's center of gravity was past the point of no return, then dove into the water and let the boat right itself. She pulled her body out of the water and sat in the center of the boat on the mesh that stretched between the two pontoons, then waved them over.
Lynn stayed in the water long enough to watch Troy haul his body onto the sailboat, admiring his firm ass. She tied the kayak up and followed him onto the boat.
"If you want some pointers we can show you the basics," Rhonda offered, noticing Lynn's approving nod.
"I would really appreciate that," he replied.
"Great, I really enjoy seaman....I mean seamanship," Rhonda said.
Lynn tied the kayak up to be towed as Rhonda re rigged the sail and looked around to see what she had to work with. "Do you have the trapeze?"
"A what?" Troy asked.
"Okay, let's cover the basics," Rhonda said. She began to point at different parts of the boat, "The mast is the big pole in the center, the floaty things are called hulls or pontoons, we are sitting on the deck, but on a this boat it is called a trampoline..."
"For obvious reasons," Lynn interjected, bouncing up and down on the tightly stretched mesh surface.
Rhonda continued her lesson, pleased that Troy seemed to be listening, " You steer with the rudders and and that big wet thing is the sail. The trapeze looks like swing, sound familiar?"
