In some respects, Jake realized, the shipwreck had very nearly been fortuitous. Any marine biologist, for example, would be downright envious of his circumstances.
He hadn’t thought to do anything unusual the afternoon he’d headed out on his sailboat. The Dreamer was his pride and joy, and he practically lived on it. A literature professor by trade, he spent most school breaks out on the water. He’d even been known to meet students at the docks during his advising hours.
Of course, none of this had been in his mind when his sailboat had capsized in that sudden storm, nor when he struck his head on the boom and went under before being able to so much as slip on a life vest. That moment of negligence ought to have cost him his life.
Instead of waking up on the other side, though, he’d been gently shaken awake lying on his side on a sandy beach. The small wound on the back of his head had been washed with seawater and bound with strips of his t-shirt, and aside from a few aches and pains here and there, he couldn’t have felt better. He’d been about to make his first attempts at standing when another voice halted him.
“There’s fresh water just beyond those trees.”
The voice was soft, deep, strangely melodious in timbre. Jake rolled over to find himself staring into a pair of wide, sea-green eyes. “You’re very strange-looking,” the girl remarked off-handedly. “I’ve never seen one of you up close before.”
Jake struggled to contain his bemusement. He had been called many things in regards to his looks – sailing and swimming had given him a not-insignificant amount of lean muscle to fill his six-foot frame, and his shaggy brown hair was always sun-bleached this time of year. His skin was deep even brown all over and burnished by the sun, and he’d always rather liked his square, straight features. “Strange-looking” had never been applied to him before.
He took another look at the girl, and involuntarily touched a hand to his forehead.
“Do you hurt?” the girl asked, her face transformed from curiosity to worry in a second.
“Not a bit,” Jake said steadily, trying not to stare. Like him, the girl was bare-chested. Her round, pert breasts were streaked with the salt of the sea. Though they were in fact very nice breasts, they did not hold his attention for very long. Nor did her hairless crotch, sex completely exposed.
No, the fish-like tail that took over for soft skin just past her thighs was for the time being much more interesting. The scales were as blue as her eyes, and glimmered wetly in the sunlight. Several feet downward, a fin dipped into the rising surf.
“I hit my head,” Jake said, mostly to himself. “I’m hallucinating.”
The girl giggled. “No, you’re not. I’m perfectly real.”
Jake, with some effort, brought his gaze back up to her face. Her blonde hair was beginning to dry in the brisk breeze, resulting in damp, tangled curls that fell over her cheek. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed a lock of it back behind her ear. Her face was pale and lightly freckled, and her hair and skin felt absolutely normal to him.
Her hand flew up to where he’d touched her, and her cheek colored slightly. Jake cleared his throat to break the silence. “I might take you up on that water,” he said. “Do you know where we are?”
“Small island,” she said. “About an hour’s swim from the mainland. There’s no one else here.”
Jake pushed himself to his feet, pleased to find that while he certainly felt a bit wobbly from his time spent unconscious, everything seemed to be working properly. It occurred to him that to this creature, an hour’s swim could mean almost any distance, but he felt confident that a rescue would be imminent. Failing that, he could almost certainly rig a raft from the plethora of wreckage that had washed ashore. With a pang, he realized that most of it was from the Dreamer. It appeared to be far beyond repair.
He stretched, cords rippling over his back, and walked steadily into the trees. True to the girl’s – the mermaid’s! – word, there was a stream of fresh-tasting water coursing through the wood. He drank deeply of the cold water, taking a few minutes to rinse the sand from his face and hair before returning to the beach.
The mermaid was still lounging on the shore, fingers tracing the imprint he’d left in the sand. A faint smile rose to her pink lips, and this coupled with the innocence of her expression left Jake with an unexpected flutter in his stomach. Of course he’d find the fish-girl cute, he chided himself, shaking his head ruefully.
She looked back up as he approached, and he lowered himself back to a sitting position on the sand to talk with her.
“I don’t believe I thanked you,” he said, gesturing to his bandaged head. “I’d have drowned without your help. How could I make it up to you?”
The mermaid shrugged. “You could ask my name, for a start. Jake,” she said pointedly.
The young man started, only to see her flapping a very familiar wallet in the air. “You read my ID,” he said, grinning.
She smiled back. “Not all of us can read, but I picked it up. Here and there.” She dangled the wallet in front of him teasingly. Jake took the bait, letting her snatch it from his reach a few times before she dropped it in his palm.
“What is your name?” Jake asked finally.
“My friends call me Pan,” she replied. “My real name is a bit more complicated than that.”
Jake nodded as though discussing names with a mermaid were the most normal thing in the world.
“Let me check that bandage for you,” Pan said abruptly, crawling forward. Jake froze as she slithered nearly into his lap, straining upwards to reach the makeshift bandage. Her movement brought her breasts almost level with his eyes, her erect nipples brushing his face.
Pan leaned back again all too soon, the blood-spotted bandage fluttering to the sand. Her nipples trailed down past Jake’s face until they brushed his chest, her eyes level with his. Despite the shipwreck and the resulting precarious circumstances, Jake felt himself stiffening in what was left of his jeans. Pan reached out a timid hand and stroked Jake’s face, her fingers moving down until her hand rested on his chest. Jake swallowed heavily, aware of her cold weight pressing against his growing erection.
“I know how you could make it up to me,” Pan said suddenly. “Me rescuing you.”
Jake raised an eyebrow in query.
“I follow cruise ships sometimes. Depending on the ship, you can look right into the windows.” Jake nodded, feeling a vague sense as to where this was going. “And I’ve never kissed a human,” Pan finished.
Jake smiled and gently cupped Pan’s chin in his palm, tilting her face toward his. “The least I can do is satisfy a bit of curiosity,” he murmured, bringing his lips to meet hers.
He’d intended it to be a lingering but chaste kiss. Instead, he found Pan’s tongue immediately seeking entry, her palms pressing into his chest until he lay back. She moved on top of him, tongue dancing against his with such dexterity that he broke out in a slight sweat. Her lips moved hungrily from his lips to his neck, and her soft tongue traced a small circle on the patch of skin just beneath his left ear.
“I can help you get home,” she breathed gently, grinding her hips against his. “If you give me what I want.” She grabbed one of Jake’s hands and brought it to her nether lips. His fingers felt her wetness like that of any human girl, and he stroked her gently, not yet daring to penetrate her.
“Why?” Jake asked.
Pan ran her tongue along his ear, sending shivers down Jake’s spine. “Have you seen a merman?” she asked. “Trust me. They aren’t half as pretty as you.”
Jake ran his hands over her form, following the sleek line of her ribs down to her curving hips. His fingertips brushed over her rudimentary thighs, tracing the point where flesh became fish scales. Pan gasped.
“Sensitive?” Jake asked.
“Just do it again,” she half-growled, lightly nipping at his neck.
Jake repeated the motion, marveling at the sudden transition from woman to fish. Pan squirmed slightly against him, and finally he relented, moving his hands back up to cup her soft breasts. He kissed her neck gently, tongue flicking out to taste the salt on her skin. [Read more…] about Mermaid Sex Stories – Her First Human