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Mar 13, 2013 05:40PM
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Nessie ran down the dock, barefooted. Her camera bounced against her chest as she ran. http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb5...
Nessie got a bunch of nice shots. The lighting was perfect. She had heard about the high ceiling in the auditorium and decided to check it out.
Dean walked down to the docks where his yacht was parked, he lived on it and worked at the school. He whistled at a few girls in bikinis that walked by, they gave him a flirty grin but kept walking. He didn't expect anything from them, he knew the girls were all teases around there anyway, he climbed on board his boat and went to pour himself a drink down below.
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Dean pulled into the parking lot down by the docks, he jumped out and unstrapped his surfboard, he pulled it off and motioned for Cleo to follow him down to the docks.
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"What would you have done if my fine self hadn't shown up?" Dean asked when they got to his boat. http://weheartit.com/entry/54862537/v..."I know its not much, but its mine," He said showing off his boat.
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"Huge? No there are bigger, you'll see em around while we drive," He said and then grinned, "Oh I'll welcome you aboard," Dean threw her up over his shoulder and carried her up the plank and onto the boat, laughing.
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"Ya sure?" He asked teasing like. He set her down and went to put his surfboard below deck. "I'll be right back, want a beer or something?" He asked her before he headed down the stairs.
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Dean nodded, he made his way below deck and put the surfboard in its spot. He then made his way to the fridge and grabbed two Corona's, he also picked up a bag of chips and some beach towels. Dean went back up the stairs and offered Cleo one of the beers.
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Dean chuckled and shrugged his shirt off as well, "Its a rule on my boat. No shirts, so I'll get us started on course, you enjoy yourself and do whatever. There's food below," He turned and went into the cabin that held the driving gear.
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Dean threw a hat out of the cabin, it landed nicely in Cleo's lap, he winked at her and maneuvered the boat out of the harbor and towards the ocean, he knew a nice little cove they could go scuba diving at.
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Dean got them out of the throng of boats and headed out towards the open sea, he put it on navigator and then went over to Cleo. "Looking good gorgeous," He commented and laid out on a chair next to her, his tawny skin exposed for the sun to sink into .
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"Headed to some coves I know of," he answered and then pulled her over to sit in his lap. "Unless you have another place you want to go? There's a great place over there o dive in."
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"Yeah I do, they're over in that chest," he nodded toward a metal looking chest. "You don't think I'd be very much fun? You hurt my heart," dean said with a smirk, he was only teasing of course.
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"My dad wanted to make me happy for my lay birthday so he gave me a whole bunch of that stuff," Dean shrugged. "We'll take out whatever you want," he went to check on their coordinates.
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"Wanna drive on the way back?" He asked her when he noticed her eyeing everything. "We're almost there if you wanna Start getting your gear and stuff on."
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Dean maneuvered the boat in a wide cove. He stopped near the entrance and weighed anchor. "We've arrived," he said dramatically and walked over to put his wet suit on.
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Dean crossed the boat and sat on the edge with her, "I'm ready, lets go." He jumped off the edge easily, he'd done it a million times. The water whooshed over him, it was a welcome rush of cold after being in the sun.
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Dean resurfaced and fixed his gear before he let himself sink back down in the water. He noticed some colorful fish to his left an poked Cleo in the side to get her attention to show her the school of fish.
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Dean was looking around trying to find some more interesting things to look at when he felt something wrap around his ankle. He naturally started kicking and went to resurface, he then caught sight of Cleo's arm and broke the surface of the water, he caught his breath as he looked below to find her.
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"I wasn't scared, more being smart, you could've been an eel, or anything," He muttered, but his mood lifted some when her arms went around his waist. He put his arms around her as well and grinned, "So does this beat being in math or something?"
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"Hmmmm sounds like a good time to me," Dean agreed and watched her go up the ladder, he followed her up soon after. He grabbed two big towels and handed her one. "C'mon ill show you my loving quarters," he said and took her hand to lead her below decks.
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"Well it is a place where some loving goes on," Dean commented with a sexy grin, he got to the end of the stairs and swept his room across his chest, "Here's my tiny piece of heaven." http://weheartit.com/entry/55025090/v...
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"Well if you think like I do, then yes," He told her and tumbled onto the couch with her in his arms, He looked down at her before he lightly brushed his lips against hers in a teasing manner.
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Dean grinned against her mouth and then kissed her deeply, his hands wandered over arms, then slowly went to her ribs to trace their way down to her small hips. He broke the kiss to put a trail of kisses along her jaw line.
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Dean moved his lips to her ear and gave it just the right attention before he moved his lips down her neck, he tasted her sun kissed skin, his tongue darted out. His hands on the other hand trailed over the strings of her bikini and pulled at them.... .(Skip?)
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Cleo sighed and lay back on the couch, her chest rising and falling and she stared blissfully at the ceiling. She fluffed up her dark hair a little and looked lazily across at Dean, sprawling over him and lightly kissing his chest. She grinned at him, "Way better than going to math." She breathed.
"Yeah, way better than teaching," Dean said with a sigh, he looked down at the young thing on top of him. It was going to be a good semester to say the least. "So where did you learn that pretzel like position anyway?!" He said with surprise.
