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Stan and Tanner pulled up anchor by playing out the rear line and pulling on the front line until we were over the forward anchor, at which time it could be pulled up and then the rear line until Stan could pull the rear anchor in too. He started the boat and idled it forward until the tow rope was tight. Kathy was sitting down in the water with the front tips of her skis out of the water in front of her and the rope between the two. She gave a thumbs up signal to Stan and he gunned the motor and she rose out of the water like naked Aphrodite rising from the sea. She stayed on two skis for awhile, getting used to the boat and the equipment. She jumped our wake a few times and once did a reverse somersault on one of the jumps, landing smoothly on legs like coiled springs.

"She's beautiful," I said.

"Yes she is," Stan said. "Keep an eye out, she should be dropping a ski shortly."

Stan was right. She kicked off her right ski and put her right leg on the back of the left ski. She started doing a lot more wake jumps and some leans into the water so low it looked like she could lean over and kiss it, throwing up huge sprays of water. She did a few more flips and somersaults, as graceful as any gymnast. Tanner couldn't take his eyes off her. I would like to have watched her more closely, but I could only risk short glances in order to keep my eye on the dropped ski. Stan kept in the general area so it was easier for me.

"She's dropped the tow rope," Tanner said. I risked another glance and saw Kathy sliding to a slow stop and drop into the water. Stan cut the power immediately and started circling towards Kathy, stopping to pick up her other ski first. We pulled up near her and Kathy said, "Fuck, that was great. Who's going next?"

"I'd like to go next," Tanner said. Stan tossed him a jacket and told him to put it on.

Finishing with his jacket, Tanner jumped into the water next to Kathy. "Have you ever water skied before?" Kathy asked.

"No. Snow skiing only."

"Not quite the same thing," Kathy said. "You want to keep the same flex in your legs to absorb impacts, but snow skiing you carry a little of your weight forward. In water skiing, you want to keep your weight just behind your center of gravity. The tow rope will feel like it wants to pull you out of your skis, so you need to compensate by leaning back a bit. Not much, mind you, only a little." She helped him adjust the foot slide bindings, and get in the skis.

"You need to lean back and let the boat pull you up. Keep your arms straight; don't try to pull yourself up. When you get up, just try to stay in the middle of the wake to start. Make sure you're comfortable with your balance before you try making any turns. A few small S turns in the middle. When you're fairly confident with those, start making them wider and wider so you cross the wake. By turning to the side, you can actually go faster than the boat is, but it also means when you turn back to the boat, you'll have to give up some of your speed and you'll be gliding without any tow and when the boat catches up with your speed, you'll be yanked by the tow rope, so be prepared. You got all that?"

"I think so," Tanner replied.

"Let Stan take the slack out of the tow rope, then lean back, ski tips out of the water, arms straight, knees bent. Let the boat do the work. Give Stan a thumbs up when you're ready to go."

"Yeah."

Kathy told Stan to take out the slack and we crept forward until the rope was taut. Stan said, "If he falls or lets go of the rope, tell me to stop."

I said, "I will."

Tanner gave a thumbs up and Stan cranked the motor and Tanner got about half way up and then nose dived into the water. He didn't let go of the rope and got dragged for about fifty feet before I remembered to say stop. Stan cut the engine and Kathy went swimming up to him. She was saying things I couldn't hear because we were too far away. Tanner was nodding to whatever she said. He got into position and gave Stan another thumbs up. This time, Tanner got up and was skiing for about five seconds before he started to tip backwards and he flopped down, sitting on his butt. Tanner dropped the tow rope this time and didn't get dragged. Kathy started swimming up to him and Stan circled round to bring the tow rope within grasping distance. Kathy got in Tanner's face and was talking to him again. Again, I couldn't hear what she was saying, but Tanner seemed to be paying close attention.

They got Tanner all set up and he popped a thumbs up and Stan gunned the engine and Tanner came up to a standing position. I was somewhat surprised to see Tanner with an erection, almost full blown. I wondered if skiing was that exciting or the water flowing over his privates was getting him turned on. This time Tanner stayed up for over two minutes and was doing to easy S turns in the wake. It wasn't until he tried to go over one of the waves, he lost his balance and fell down. Stan went and picked up Kathy first as we couldn't get her while Tanner was skiing. She climbed on board the boat and we headed for Tanner who was waving he was okay. We reached him and Kathy asked if he needed more help and Tanner said he was getting it and to let him try himself. We circled around until he could catch the tow rope. Stan took in the slack and when Tanner gave his thumbs up, Stan hit the gas. Tanner came right out of the water without problem. He still had a bit of a hard-on, though not as pronounced as last time.

"Your husband has a nice cock," Kathy said.

It was odd hearing her talk about Tanner's penis like this to me, but I remembered she was accustomed to other men's cocks and might be this open about other men's equipment all the time.

"I like it," I said simply, not wanting to encourage further speculation about his manhood. She glanced at me and saw me blushing and put her hand on my arm.

"Speaking generally, of course. Not like I have specific knowledge of his prick."

"That's what I assumed," I assured her.

This time he stayed up without issues for about fifteen minutes and didn't stop until he dropped the tow. I called out a stop and Stan circled around to where Tanner was floating. He was grinning from ear to ear. "That was great," he said. "I loved it."

"It looked like it," I said, referring to his erection, though I don't know if he realized what I was referring to. When he came up onto the boat, he was still somewhat aroused.

"Are you ready to give it a shot?" Kathy asked.

"Yes, I'd like to try."

"Put on a jacket," Stan said.

Kathy helped me get into the life vest, making sure it was snug around my breasts. I jumped into the water and Kathy jumped in with me. She helped me adjust the foot bindings for my feet. She was floating right behind me.

"Did you hear what I told Tanner?" Kathy asked.

"The first briefing. I didn't hear what you said after he fell down each time."

"The first time he fell, he was trying to pull himself up and he overbalanced and he face planted in the water. Let the boat pull you up. It will get you up just fine without you trying to tug on the rope. The second time, he balanced too far back on the skis and they started slipping out from under him. He could have used the rope to get his balance again by pulling forward, but he didn't realize he could tug on it now he was up, so he went backward. Stan isn't going too fast, so it probably wouldn't be too bad, but it's possible you'll have water pushing up into your vagina if you squat down like that. Let go of the rope. You'll make it worse if you get dragged behind the boat. It won't hurt you, but it will be darned uncomfortable."

"Good tip."

"Get in a nice sitting position with your knees flexed, arms straight, let the boat do the work, okay?"

"Got it."

"Thumbs up when you're ready."

I got into what I assumed was the proper position and gave Stan my signal. The boat accelerated and I started rising out of the water. I actually got up the first time and was standing balanced behind the boat. I stayed right in the center of the wake. Stan started making a wide turn and it caused me to move toward the right side. I still wasn't comfortable steering myself where I wanted to be and when I went over the wave, I started tipping and I dropped the rope just before my feet started going one way while my torso went the other. I waved I was all right and they went to pick up Kathy before coming back to me.

"Great job, Brooke," Stan said. "You did better than Tanner did."

"Not in the turns," I replied. "I still haven't figured that out yet."

"Do you need me to get in the water with you, Brooke," Kathy asked, "or do you think you can get back up on your own?"

"I'm okay to try again."