Sea Daze: First Mate (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series) (2 page)

Eve stepped forward
slowly, taking my hands into hers. I jumped a little at the contact, but she
held on before I could get away. “I’m serious. I’m really sorry – I won’t touch
you again without your permission. Please forgive me.”

“Of course,” I
replied mechanically. I was suddenly thankful I had gone into dancing instead
of acting, because I was a pretty awful actor. “Of course it’s fine, of course.
No big deal. It’s alright.”

She didn’t look
convinced, but she let go of me anyways and flashed a tiny smile in my
direction. “I’ll see you around,” she whispered before turning and half-running
into the restaurant.

A few passengers
watched as she darted off, and belatedly I wondered who had had noticed our
impromptu kiss. It was more than I could deal with, and I made a beeline back
for my station in the lobby, praying that no one got too chatty about the horny
girls that had been making out near the entrance of the deck three
buffet
.

It wasn’t until I
started running that I noticed, with some annoyance, that my panties were
fucking soaked.

***

The
Excelsius
horn blared out right at 16:30, sending
seven short honks and one really long one – indicating that the mandatory
muster drill had begun. Few passengers realized the importance of the
internationally required event, and most simply complained about having to wear
the horrendously ugly lifejackets for the precious thirty minutes the drill
required. God forbid they have to set aside their drinking and gambling for a
few minutes in order to learn how to escape the ship in case of an emergency.

I wasn’t paying
much attention, though that was hardly out of the ordinary. Dressed in my
yellow crew vest, I’d already participated in the drill nearly a hundred times,
and it was always the same. My attention, however, wasn’t focused on the rich
tourists in front of me complaining about how their orange vests mussed up
their hair and wrinkled their suits; my thoughts were still stuck on deck
three, down the hallway next to the Toucan Isles. Every time I blinked, I saw
Eve’s sparkling eyes, could smell her perfume and feel the moisture on her lips
as they parted against my own.

Shaking my head, I
bit back the shiver that ran through my body. I wasn’t some horny teenager, and
I needed to get a hold of myself before I did something stupid. The wetness in
my pussy wasn’t helping matters, and I took a few deep breaths to try and calm
myself down. It didn’t work, of course – I wasn’t that lucky. I was stuck with
it until it got taken care of.

By
who?
I mentally asked before I could
stop myself, and blushed furiously as the image of Eve appeared in my mind,
hovering over me as she drove her fingers into my cunt. I saw her bend over,
taking my clit into her mouth and licking it with the tip of her tongue while
her hand probed against my g-spot. She rocked into me harder and harder, taking
me past the point of lust and pleasure until I came all over her hand…

Get a hold of
yourself!
I
screamed mentally as I yanked at my own hair, trying to force the image out of
my head. Nothing helped, and I was going crazy trying to ignore it, and I
couldn’t take care of it and-

“Amanda?”

I gasped sharply at
the sound of my name being called, and I turned to see Phil looking at me. No,
not looking, glaring. His presence was an instant cold shower, though I doubted
I’d be sober for long. What had he seen? I hadn’t been touching myself, had I?
Shit. That wasn’t going to be explainable.

“Yes, Phil?” I
asked, hearing my unstable voice crack like a teenage boy.

“You
alright?
You’re like, squirming around or something.”

Experimentally, I
tried imagining Phil’s cock. He was an attractive man, and I could imagine
myself dating him under different circumstances. I tried to think of him
thrusting his cock into me, driving his shaft deep inside of me, making me cum…

Nope.
Nothing.
He didn’t do a damn thing for me. An image of Eve
sliding her panties down to the ground came unbidden to my mind, and I had to
bite my lip to keep from quivering. What was
wrong
with me? I was still
straight, wasn’t I? Not
today
, apparently…not for
her.

“I’m alright,
Phil,” I lied. “Just, uh, a little tired.”

Phil didn’t believe
me; that was obvious. Fortunately, he didn’t bother continuing the subject.
“Only two cabins in our
section that haven’t
showed up
for muster. Maybe you should be the one to go fetch
em
’
this time – get some exercise, cool down a little bit. Sound good?”

“Sure thing,” I
exclaimed, with false enthusiasm. I didn’t particularly enjoy looking for
muster drill deserters, but I knew he was probably right…walking around a bit
would be good for me.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I
half-walked, half-jogged to get to the rooms in question.
The first one
was an older couple, both of whom had been preoccupied watching Home
Improvement on their in-room television. They were embarrassed and quickly made
their way to the elevators back up to the lounge where the muster drills were
being held.

The second room had
no answer for me when I knocked. I rapped on the door twice more, per
Excelsius
policy, before using the master key on the
room lock. It was standard procedure to check the room to make sure nothing had
happened to the guests, in which case I’d need to call the cops, delay the
cruise, etcetera
etcetera
.

Most of the time
the deserters were foreigners who didn’t understand the whole muster process,
or sometimes they just lost track of time while taking a shit. Hell, sometimes
they’d just wandered off to the wrong muster station.
I’ve been fortunate
enough not to walk in on anything too embarrassing
, I thought thankfully as
I pushed open the door.

Eve was nude from
the waist down on the bed, impaling her pussy on a long silver vibrator. It
buzzed loudly, reverberating off of the nearby walls. It looked like she had
ordered an adult movie off of the stateroom television and was completely
absorbed in it, not yet noticing my awe-stricken presence in her stateroom.

I had thought I was
confused before, but now I couldn’t even
think
anymore. Why was fate
toying with me? There were twenty-two hundred guests on this stupid ship, and I
was sent to this
one particular guest’s room
? The one guest who had
completely turned my lonely world upside-down with a simple passionate kiss?
Why was this happening to me? Furthermore, was I being punished or rewarded?

I have no idea how
long I stood there watching Eve like a horny idiot, breathing so fast that I
was almost hyperventilating as she thrust the dildo deeper and deeper inside
herself. I’m not sure what exactly had tipped her off, but her eyes suddenly
flicked to mine and they went wide.

“A…Amanda!” she
cried out, her legs suddenly going rigid.
“
Ahh-ahhh
!!”

She yelped as she
came, and the dildo stopped thrusting as she writhed against the bed. Her hands
clutched against the bed spread and she ripped nearly ripped the fabric in half
with the intensity of her yank. The vibrator, no longer being held in place,
slipped out of her pussy and onto the bed, rolling slightly and leaving a small
wet streak on the covers. It vibrated uselessly against the fabric.

When Eve’s moaning
finally came to an end, she weakly glanced over at me. “I suppose…I guess I
should be indignant…for you barging in here without…” she trailed off, not
bothering to finish.

“You, uh…you didn’t
show up for the muster drill, Eve. They sent me out to get you, you’re in my
section. I, uh, knocked three times,” I added defensively. Half of me didn’t
want her to get the wrong idea about why I’d showed up in her room. The other
half wanted exactly the opposite.

“Really,” she said,
sounding unconcerned. “Quite…a coincidence, isn’t it?”

I ignored the
question, not wanting to argue about why I’d shown up. I decided that I no
longer cared about the muster drill.
“Eve, why did you kiss
me earlier?”

She didn’t seem
surprised by the question, but it didn’t look like that was the one she’d
wanted me to ask.
“Because you’re gorgeous, Amanda, why else?
I figured you needed some just as much as I did. You said yourself that you
haven’t had sex in months, and I already told you that I’ve been alone for a
while. Hell, I have to get my love from
this
thing.”

She picked the
vibrator up off of the bed and held it up for me to see. Her wetness reflected
the light off of it from the stateroom lamp as she continued. “There’s nothing
really
wrong
with it, but it’s kind of pathetic that I
have
to
fuck myself, you know?”

I bit my lip, all
too aware of the Pocket Rocket in the drawer of my cabin’s desk. It was tiny,
though, compared to the silver toy she’d brought along. “At least you have a
something worthwhile,” I said, not really thinking out what I was saying. “I
haven’t had a decent fuck with anything since the breakup with Max. My tool of
choice is barely better than a finger.”

Good
God
,
why had I said that? Was I
trying
to cause a PR disaster? Fortunately,
she just smiled at me…though, on reflection, it was a rather impish smile. She
seemed to enjoy it when I said things like that.

“Well?” she asked
huskily.

“Well…what?”

She held out the
toy to me, waving it like a wand. It still shimmered from Eve’s wetness. “I’m
all done with it. Would you…like to take a spin with me?”

Half of me was
revolted by the request. I was generally a private person when it came to my
sex life – Max, my ex-boyfriend, had always teased me about how closed-lipped I
was when it came to the bedroom. Unlike most of the girls in my generation, I
usually got to know people for longer than a few hours before having sex with
them.

The other half of
me was the one that turned and spun the deadbolt on the door, making sure
nothing other than another master key would walk in on us unexpectedly.

Eve’s smile was
radiant and wild, and she quickly undid the buttons down the front of her
blouse. She was now completely nude aside from the white, lacy bra that held
her firm breasts in place.

Before today, I had
never been interested in the female form beyond grade-school curiosity – but
now I wanted nothing more than to rip the bra off and feel her in my hands,
rubbing the nipples between my fingers, my teeth-

“Amanda,” Eve said
huskily, interrupting my daydream, “this works better if you take your clothes
off, Sweetheart.”

Feeling a little
silly, I yanked the yellow vest over my head and undid the buttons on the
light-blue
Excelsius
polo I’d been wearing.
Pulling that off, I was reaching for my bra strap when she stopped my hand.

“No, let me,” she
ordered.

“You first,” I
said, gesturing with my head towards her covered breasts even as she was
reaching her arms around my body.

“Uh-uh,” she
whispered into my ear. I could feel her tongue against the sensitive skin
there, and I shuddered with anticipation. “You’ve seen a lot more of me now
than I’ve seen of you. Mine comes off once you’re completely naked.”

The bra came off
easily, and I had a sudden, irrational urge to cover myself. Mine were smaller
than hers by a good cup size…she had D’s, if not more, while I was stuck with
C’s. Eve, however, didn’t seem to care. Her lips were on me, sucking on the
tender flesh before nipping at my nipples with her teeth. Her warm tongue sent
waves of pleasure throughout my body, and I could feel my pussy flooding out
into my panties. I hoped that I wasn’t leaking yet, or the wetness of the tan
pants would be hard to explain to Phil.

Seeming to sense my
worry, her lips pressed against my neck as she undid the button on my pants. Eve
yanked down the zipper forcefully as her tongue danced with mine, and my pants
slid down unceremoniously to the ground. Her hands traveled up and down the
length of my body, feeling the same need and desire that I felt. I caressed her
hair, lifting it slightly and kissing the tender flesh on her neck. She moaned
into my hair, and I felt her hand sliding down under the waistband of my sky
blue panties.

Her finger had
barely reached past my pubic mound before I was writhing in a small orgasm,
sending almost painful rows of passions up my spine. It had been so long since
someone else had touched me that I could barely hold back my desire. I quivered
against her touch, feeling my hands take a life of their own as I left nail
marks on her soft back.

“Fu…fuck…Eve,
Eve…oh god, Eve, oh god…” I moaned uselessly, feeling her slide the panties off
of me and throwing them onto the ground next to my crumpled pants. “Did I…did I
hurt you?”

She shrugged, her
mouth still a set smile. “You can scratch me up as much as you want, honey.
You’re not going to hurt me. Besides, I take it as a compliment.”