Dreamland was a moderately successful musical trio, whose music was a mix of country and soft rock, made up of one brother and two sisters– Debbie, 30; Mark, 26; and Amber, 25. They began singing together more than fifteen years ago at church, school, and YouTube.
Moderately successful, in that they had made it farther than most, but were nowhere near stardom. Of the thousands of singers and bands that had tried to make it in Nashville, they were among the top. They earned enough to live on, but not lavishly by any stretch. They were working on their third album, but they had all only sold directly on Amazon and the streaming platforms.
They opened for a few tours at ***********ed stops, and had played the Ryman Theater in Nashville. They performed with Darius Rucker, Leanne Rimes and the Eli Young Band. And toured with Jake Owen.
This put them in the top few percent of Nashville performers, but not in the one percent the multitude of bands strive for. For the most part, they still had to book gigs off their website, or take spotty fill-in slots on various tours that were usually last minute and limited.
They had had their moments when they all thought maybe it was time to give up the dream and to try something different, but in the end, they loved music and, despite the typical sibling squabbles, they stuck together. They were in one of those lulls as the new album had been a struggle; they closed it out and it was in final editing, when their manager called with another last-minute opportunity.
Debbie took the call and when their manager Arthur mentioned an opportunity, she added Mark and Amber to the call.
“Sorry, it’s last minute, but It’s an interesting one. Coming off the album work, it can also be a working vacation,” said Art.
“Is it Vegas?” asked Amber.
“No, but there is gambling,” replied Art, without elaborating.
“Atlantic City?” asked Mark.
“Nope…”
“A Cherokee casino somewhere?”
“Nope. Any more guesses?” asked Art, enjoying the game that had spontaneously gotten started.
“Spill, Art,” said Debbie.
“It’s a cruise.”
There was collective silence, as they processed.
“Doesn’t sound like a career builder, but a working vacation, suddenly sounds a little better. Never been on a cruise.”
“How long’s the gig?” asked Amber.
“Eleven nights, and pack the bathing suits, it’s the Southern Caribbean, leaving from Fort Lauderdale. You will need to be in Fort Lauderdale in three days with your equipment. You get to board a day early so twelve nights, actually. You can get a rehearsal in the auditorium and meet the other bands before the cruise begins”
“Who are the other bands?” asked Mark.
“Getting to that. But first, the opening just occurred because K.D. Lang had to withdraw. The other two on the ticket are Chely Wright and Lila McCann. So you would open five shows for 25 thousand dollars.
“K.D.’s entourage had five rooms that would be yours. So, the three of you, your drummer and sound engineer, would each get their own room, prepaid along with comped food and beverages. They would also like you to do some sets acoustically in the piano bar each night. There are always tips associated with that, and the days are yours to do whatever you like.”
“Can we make this a cruise ship residency deal?” teased Amber.
“Can I bring Brittney?” asked Mark.
“No residency, I’m afraid, but yes, significant others are included. Sounds like Amber’s in.”
Debbie looked at Amber, since both were between boyfriends. They smiled and joked, “What happens on the cruise stays on the cruise.”
“That sounds like a yes all around,” said Art.
We need to check with Kevin and Mike, but Chely Wright and Lila McCann and our first cruise… Give us an hour and we’ll call you back,” said Debbie.
They hung up and jumped up and down, having one of those moments that made it all worth it. They weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination, but they had reached a level of success that opened the doors to new opportunities that very few would ever get to experience.
Mark pointed to Debbie’s phone. “Call Brittney first, put it on speaker.”
Debbie speed dialed, and she answered, “Hey Dee, what’s up?”
“We have a surprise. You’re on speaker,” said Debbie.
“Brit, do you think you could get two weeks off? We have a chance to go on a free Caribbean Cruise and get paid!” asked Mark, happily.
“Well, I do work for my dad, so I think I might be able to convince the boss. When?”
“We’d have to leave for Fort Lauderdale tomorrow with the box truck and Amber’s car.”
“Are you kidding? I don’t even have a decent bathing suit,” replied Brittney. “That will piss off the boss, with no notice.”
“Why my car?” asked Amber.
“Ah, let’s see, a 1983 Caddy, the trunk is big enough for our gear and suitcases, either that or twelve and a half hours with four of us in a Corolla and luggage strapped to the top. No offence, sweetie,” joked Mark.
“So you’re serious?” asked Brittney.
“Yes, we have an hour or so to decide. We’ll need to brush up on K.D. songs. We should at least cover “Constant Craving” for the disappointed fans.”
“Love that song. Got it programmed,” said Amber, pointing at her head.
“Talk to your dad, babe, and call back quickly…”
“Will we have our own room?” asked Brittney.
“Yes, significant others are included,” responded Mark.
“We each get a room, too,” said Debbie.
Amber joked, “What happens on the cruise ship…”
“Stays on the cruise ship,” all three ladies finished together.
“I like it,” said Brittney, excitedly.
“I hope that includes me,” teased Mark.
“Of course, my love, I would never exclude you,” joked Brittney.
Debbie and Amber looked at one another, with a surprised expression.
“Cruise ship rules,” said Debbie.
“I am liking the sounds of this. Let me call the boss.” Brittney used her sweet daughter voice. “Daddy, I have a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I don’t want to leave you shorthanded…”
“Yeah, you’ll be coming,” said Mark. “We need to call Kevin and Mike. Call us back once you hear from your dad.”
“Okay what time will we need to leave? Ladies, can we go shopping this evening?” asked Brittney.
“Not sure, depends what time we can board on Thursday. It’s gonna be at least twelve hours, probably more. Maybe early, if we want to drive it all tomorrow. Talk to your dad,” said Mark.
“All right, love ya’, bye.”
Brittney hung up, excited. She was happy to hear her sisters-in-law Debbie and Amber sounding so bold and excited. The Richards family came from small town Mississippi and were usually very reserved and cautious. They had deep Christian roots, and Brittney always felt like the harlot of the family.
Although, she had seen the secret side of Mark, and had pushed him to do things she never thought he would be open to. So maybe, the girls had that hidden side, as well. But, she never really saw Amber or Debbie exhibit any risqué behavior, outside of having some of their outfits on stage a bit skimpy.
Debbie, in particular, came across as if she felt it was a necessary evil for marketing the band, but didn’t really enjoy showing off her body to strangers. Amber seemed to like the attention a bit more, being the youngest and the most rebellious of the three.
Brittney thought both were quite beautiful, but very reserved. They were similar in build, not chunky by any means, but not twigs, either. They had a little meat on the bones, and both had some junk in the trunk, but they were flat bellied with wide, curvy hips and round, prominent asses. They both had long dark brown hair, and small-to-medium breasts. Amber, though younger, was two inches taller and slightly larger framed. She had brown eyes, and Debbie’s were more hazel. Brittney’s opinion of their beauty may have been biased, due to the fact that she looked like a third sister, including her bluish-hazel eyes.
Brittney also had a love of music, played guitar and sang, as well. She was always cautious about ever insinuating herself into the band but did sing with them and play at casual events and family settings. Never on stage, despite Mark’s occasional push to have her do so. She would not become a rift in the dynamic that had kept the siblings together for so long.
As predicted, Brittney was able to convince her father to let her get the time off. Then she texted Debbie and Amber about taking a quick shopping trip that evening.
Brittney: Are U up for shopping this evening? I need a bathing suit and some accessories.
Debbie: I could use 1 or 2
Amber: Green Hill OK?
Debbie: OK, time?
Brittney: Lots 2 do, how’s 5?
Amber: meet at Lilly Pulitzer?
Brittney: ok, then V.S.
Debbie: Need a real bathing suit, not butt floss
Brittney: What happens on the cruise…
Amber: Thongs all around!
Brittney: I’m in!
Debbie: Nope
Amber: flaunt it sis!
Debbie: 5 @ Lilly, gotta get ready
After a crazy afternoon of packing and prepping, Amber and Brittney arrived on time and scoped the bikinis at Lilly Pulitzer. They were very cute and actually perfect for Amber’s taste, and they were sure Debbie would love them.
“These are almost too perfect,” said Brittney.
“Yes, but this trip is about cutting loose. We need less cute and more slut. Let’s try Victoria’s Secret. I’ll let Debbie know,” said Amber.
She texted and Debbie agreed to meet them at Victoria’s Secret and said she was fifteen minutes out. So they went to Nordstrom on the way and checked out their offerings. There were a couple more risqué options there, and they noted it could be their backup store in case VS didn’t come through.
When the three of them entered Victoria’s Secret, Amber set the tone and immediately went to a red mini-string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. The bottoms of the bikini consisted of a triangle in front and back, connected by a quarter-inch-wide strap for the waistband, the rear triangle covered two thirds the width of the lower back at the waistband and narrowed to a point about mid-ass crack. It exposed easily three-quarters of her ass cheeks.
The top reminded Debbie of two slings. The cups, if one could call them that, were tall, skinny triangular halters with the quarter-inch shoulder straps going straight up over the shoulders. There was a three-inch gap between them at the bottom that consisted of the quarter-inch strap material, so the inner third of each breast and everything in between were bare. The cups narrowed quickly, barely covering Amber’s half-dollar areolas. In back, the tiny shoulder straps angled toward the center of her back and connected to the quarter-inch horizontal strap. It exposed almost her entire back.
Debbie thought if one were to cut the top down the middle, they could make two slings, just like young King David used to take down the giant. Although, she thought putting those slings on Amber’s tits, could slay a few giants just as effectively.
Debbie could not bring herself to buy anything so bold. She looked at some more traditional bikinis, much to the chagrin of Brittney and Amber. To apply a little more peer pressure, Brittney picked out a little leopard number.
The top was a classic string bikini that tied behind the neck and in the back. Debbie was shocked by it, thinking how easily someone could sneak up behind, grip both strings, pull them, and she’d be topless before she even knew it.
The bottom was a low-cut tiny bikini with one-inch-wide straps that carried around to the back. On the left front hip, there was a gold-colored heart that held the strap together and added just a hint of sexiness. The back was the one-inch leopard strap with a tiny triangle at the top of her ass crack, exposing even more of her ass than Brittney’s.
Debbie was not ready for that extreme; Amber and Brittney finally relented with a ruched, more traditional cut bottom, with a ruffled waistband, and ruffles around the legs. What sold them was the ruched seam down the center of the ass drew the bottoms into her crack, highlighting her ass beautifully, and the way it pulled the waistband down in the center, made it look like a ruffled heart– that would draw the observer’s eye to her beautiful round ass.
The top was a more conservative halter-cut design that tied at her neck with the ruffles outlining her chest opening. There was an inch-wide wraparound strap that clipped in the back. What also set it off was the color– ‘shocking blue’.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, she cringed.”Oh God, it makes my ass look huge.”
“First of all, Kim Kardashian would be deeply offended. If your ass is huge, what is hers? Secondly, your ass looks great, Debbie,” Amber encouraged.
“Okay, but I’m gonna need a wrap…”
“Nope. We are on a cruise; we are having fun, and we are flaunting it!” replied Amber.
The final concession by Debbie was that no wraps or cover-ups were allowed. Bodies would be fully visible while wearing bathing suits. The only exception would be Daisy Dukes, if they ate at a restaurant or something.
They were all impressed at how quickly they had decided. They made the purchases; despite the fact they were the most expensive bathing suits they’d ever bought. They quickly headed home to finish packing.
A barrage of texts flew all night with plans; questions on what to pack; what equipment and how much luggage was allowed. Their manager let them know the number of bags, each could have, and at what time they could unload their equipment and where.
Mark, Mike, and Kevin made sure the truck was loaded and fueled. Since they could unload at ten o’clock Thursday morning, they decided it was best to get an early start Wednesday because it would be a twelve-and-a-half-hour drive with no traffic issues. With Atlanta four hours out, they chose to leave at six AM to put them there around ten AM, hopefully after the morning rush.
Mike and Kevin led with the truck, while Mark, Brittney, Debbie, and Amber followed in the Caddy.
Debbie and Amber brought a guitar and mini-keyboard in the car, and since they were subbing for K.D. Lang, they decided to refresh the song in their minds, to do a cover of “Constant Craving” during their show. They had done it many times in their early years, so it didn’t take long to get it back. Then they worked on “If I Were You” as a second option.
They took turns driving and made the first stop to refuel before going through Atlanta. As the trip progressed and traffic slowed in Atlanta, they continued with the what-happens-on-the-cruise-ship theme; the banter got bolder, with Brittney and Amber teaming up Debbie.
“So, Dee, have you ever done a threesome?” taunted Brittney.
“Ah, no! Thanks for asking.”
“Have you?” Debbie taunted back, watching Mark’s reaction.
He glanced at Brittney and grinned. She smiled back and bounced her eyebrows. Then, they both joked in unison. “What happens on the cruise ship…”
Amber stared at Brittney, whose expression seemed to be one of real contemplation, with a subtle smirk on her face.
Little did she know, Brittney’s thoughts were reflecting on the strap-on dildo she had snuck into her luggage. She discovered early on in their relationship that Mark was very sensitive, anally. When she’d noticed it, she tried inserting a finger while blowing him, and his reaction was remarkable. Then it became two fingers, and later, from various positions. Every time she went further, he seemed to get more excited.
The transition took time, but eventually, she took it to a whole new level and bought the strap-on. She found it oddly exciting to be the top and watch his reaction. They limited their use of it, and it had never left the bedroom. But the cruise, and the build up to it, seemed like the perfect time to take it outside their bedchamber.
With the conversation leading to threesomes, the thought of seeing Mark experience the real thing while she watched and waited her turn, made her tingle. She guessed Mark was imagining a different threesome combination, which didn’t excite her much. There was always a fear, he might like the other woman better. She thought how funny the mind worked; she couldn’t even entertain the possibility he may like the guy from her threesome fantasy better.
Debbie was in disbelief, at how badly the conversation had devolved.
Amber noticed and jumped on the bandwagon. “Throuples are the thing, now. Have you seen Doctor Odyssey? Of course, the show’s about a cruise ship.”
“You’re all out of your minds,” said Debbie, shaking her head.
They all seemed to love pushing Debbie’s buttons, and the harassment continued for the rest of the road trip.
When they reached their hotel room in Fort Lauderdale, they were just down the road from a Walmart. So after dinner, they all walked over to see what they might find for the trip. At that point, Debbie was growing tired of the stick-in-the-mud label they were pasting her with.
The three ladies wandered into the bathing suit area, and Amber held up a bright-colored thong. “Here you go, Debbie. In your size,” she teased.
“You know what, I’ll take it, you little shit,” she said, as she took it from her sister’s hand.
She decided to call Amber’s bluff and end the harassment.
“There’s the matching cover-up,” prodded Amber.
“No wraps! No cover-ups! Tits up and ass out!” barked Debbie, determined to show them.
“Yes!” said Brittney. “Cruise ship rules! Tits up and ass out, all the way!”
She giggled and they all ended up getting another bikini, sun hats and lots of suntan lotion. They were all pretty pale, as spring had just arrived.
It had been a long day, and they turned in early, wondering what the venue would be like on a cruise ship, and how the loading process of their equipment would be.
The next day was beautiful, and seventy-five degrees, by the time they reached the port. Mike and Kevin were directed to the loading area with the truck and the Caddy had to park in the passenger lot.
When they reached the ship, they were amazed at the size of it.
“Wow, it’s huge,” said Amber, with a giant smile.
“This is great, boarding a day early. We went on a cruise when I was ten, and the line to get on took what seemed like days,” said Brittney.
Debbie noticed some rainbow flags visible on some of the decks, but didn’t think anything of it, until they boarded. The signage and posted activities made it clear immediately– it was an LBGTQ cruise.
Suddenly, it all made sense. Chely Wright, Lila McCann, and K.D. Lang– they’re all gay. Debbie looked at Amber, saw the shock on her face, and couldn’t help but smile. In one sense, she felt a sense of relief. Their little battle of the smallest bikini and banter about what happens on the cruise ship had made her uncomfortable.
This discovery meant that, at least, most of the guys wouldn’t be ogling and drooling all over them. And since they weren’t gay, there would be nothing happening on the cruise ship that needed to stay on the cruise ship.
“Oh my God, it’s a gay cruise!” said Amber, mouth agape. “I am gonna kick Art’s ass for this.”
Debbie saw a chance to get a little payback for all the needling she’d taken. “What happens on the…”
“Ooo!”
They all laughed at Amber’s sudden prudishness after being the chief instigator.
“This doesn’t change a thing, Amber. We still get to work with great musicians, make good money, and have fun. I’d bet the house; these will be the best crowds ever.”
“She’s right, it will be fun for sure,” Brittney added.
The rest of the day was a whirlwind. The entertainment director for the cruise met them shortly after they made it to their rooms and took them off to orientation training, where they learned what to do and where to go in case of an emergency. Then they went to the auditorium for a tour, and a chance to meet the other musicians.
The auditorium was amazing. There was seating for nearly 1,400 people. Mark looked around, in awe, that this was actually inside of a boat.
Lila McCann was on her own. Her wife could not make the trip. She was distracted and seemed a little nervous. This was a bit of a comeback opportunity for her, as she had been on a hiatus from music.
Debbie had a nice discussion with Lila’s violinist, Stephanie. Debbie had dreamed of playing the violin but just didn’t seem to ever get a feel for it. But she was always envious of those who could master it. Stephanie was a married mother of two with short dark hair and purple tips. She looked like she was in great shape, but Debbie was amazed that her arm was completely tatted. She could hardly believe such a cute girl could do that to her body.
Chely Wright and her wife Lauren were great. They were both beautiful and sweet and their twin boys, George and Everett, were amazing. They were twelve, but spoke better than a lot of adults. They all took pics, and Amber had a fun conversation with the boys, until they had to go to their schoolwork. They had a tutor who travelled with them when they joined Chely on the road.
“Ladies, they are adorable, and so smart and articulate,” said Amber.
“Thanks, they spend a lot of time around adults since we travel so much,” replied Chely.
“You’ve both done good, they are smart and polite young men,” said Amber, including Lauren, in the conversation.
“Thanks,” replied Lauren. “Well, I will let you all get to it.”
“Great to meet you Lauren,” replied Amber and Debbie, in unison.
Later that night, they all talked about how beautiful Chely was and commented, they hoped to look half that pretty at fifty-five. They all agreed Lauren was just as hot. They were maybe more excited to meet her. The Senior Director of Marketing for Sony Music could open a lot of doors.
For the rest of the day and into the evening, there were walkthroughs, sound checks, stage setups, and playlist ***********ions. There was one-hundred-percent agreement for Dave’s Highway doing a cover of “Constant Craving” in honor of K.D. Lang, since she had to cancel.
They all turned in early after a whirlwind couple of days. As a result, they were up and about, by eight the next morning. They got breakfast, put on bathing suits and took to some lounge chairs on deck. Boarding began around nine. The boarding passengers finished orientation, and people began to trickle onto the deck by eleven.
It became apparent that, almost immediately, their attire fit right in. Most of the women wore bikinis or short shorts, and they all laughed at how many of the men wore Speedos and many of those were thongs.
Mark joked about how his knee-length bathing suit, which was the standard at most beaches, looked like something out of the 1800s Victorian Age compared to almost every other guy on board. Even the older gay couples were wearing thongs.
By noon, the party on the deck was in full swing, with music blaring, people dancing and the booze flowing. Debbie and Amber were watching as the crowd grew. At a bar close to them, a large group of young ladies who seemed to be partying together, had several members eyeing Debbie, Amber and Brittney.
Debbie smiled, enjoying the attention, and taking the opportunity to make Amber a little uncomfortable.
“Looks like we have some admirers,” she teased, as she watched Amber blush.
“When we go to lunch, I want you to hold my hand, please,” Amber said to Debbie.
Debbie giggled, “Okay, but I don’t think they’re going to swarm us when we get up.”
“Of course, but if they think we’re a couple…”
“Seriously? Miss If-it-happens-on-the-cruise-ship is scared? Do you think it’s contagious? If they get too close, we’ll catch it. I think it’s kind of fun,” said Debbie, as she turned over on the lounge, rising up to her hands and knees, flaunting her ass in the blue bikini with the heart-shaped bikini bottom, then settled down to lie on her tummy.
“Oh God, they’re drooling, Debbie,” said Amber.
“I think they’re in love, Debbie,” said Brittney, giggling. “They are liking that bikini.”
Brittney followed suit and turned over, highlighting her leopard thong and ample, but pale ass, as she turned over.
“The lionesses are ready to feed,” joked Mark. “Looks like I’m invisible.”
“Not really… three o’clock,” said Amber.
Mark looked left and there was a table of guys, in Speedos, smiling his way. He nodded and smiled, and they waved.
“I guess you’re right,” he said, smiling, his own ego boosted a bit.
He let his mind wander. Ever since his first pegging session with Brittney, he had been curious about what a real cock would feel like. He certainly had a full understanding of how anal sex could be enjoyable. But the thought of oral with a man still seemed gross. Nevertheless, he did like the ego boost the table of admirers had brought. He did realize he was at a disadvantage, being the lone guy in their quartet. He thought he had better stay close to Kevin and Mike. They could be a throuple for the duration of the cruise.
“I’m getting hungry, how about you ladies?” asked Mark.
“Yeah, me too,” said Brittney. “Shall we eat?”
They got up and Brittney turned her ass toward the lionesses, as she put on her Daisy Dukes. Then she and Mark held hands as they went to the restaurant. Debbie and Amber did the same. The eyes from the pride of young ladies followed.
They were in awe of the number of people and the remarkable number of same-sex couples or groups. But it was definitely a party atmosphere. That part of it was how Amber had imagined, but she kept a firm grip on Debbie’s hand and reached across to grip her arm with the other hand, to add to the picture that they were together.
As they ate, Debbie would point out women, who were looking at Amber. She enjoyed watching her unease and the chance to turn Amber into the target of teasing.
“Don’t look now, but there’s a hot blonde at your six, eyeing your ass,” teased Brittney.
Amber turned, and the blonde young lady smiled at her subtly. Amber turned back and blushed, but she had been struck by her admirer’s eyes. She turned back for a second look, and those eyes were focused on her intently. The woman had flowing sandy blonde hair that hung well below her shoulders, with deep brown, almond-shaped eyes.
The intensity of her eyes brought back a memory of an old Twilight Zone episode she had watched with her dad years before, about a cat-woman who mesmerized the man in the episode. Amber recalled the intensity of the cat-woman’s eyes, and how they had fascinated her. As she looked into the Hispanic-looking stranger’s eyes, that feeling returned. After an awkward moment, she broke the gaze and turned around.
And so it went. They ate lunch, watched the crowd and joked about the feeling of all eyes on them. In reality, it was mainly just people watching people as they all took in the new environment on the ship. Nonetheless, Amber dared not turn back for another look, for fear of encouraging her admirer.
The music was loud, and the energy level high. It made them excited about performing. After lunch, they held hands again, as they went for another stage rehearsal and then prepped for the piano bar in Mark and Brittney’s room, where Kevin and Mike joined them. Their first set was at nine and a second at eleven.
Kevin and Mike left, as everyone got dressed for the evening. All four wore black jeans, with Debbie and Amber wearing matching white cowgirl boots outside their pant legs. Brittney wore bell bottoms that covered her black boots, and Mark wore tan boots tucked under his straight-cut pants.
At dinner, they went to a buffet, so they could eat quickly and get back to prepare for the piano bar. They began to feel a little more comfortable by dinner, but it was still a bit unsettling, to seemingly be the only straight people on the ship. Amber continued to grip Debbie’s hand as they walked around. Mark and Brittney wore black tees; Brittney’s tied in front to reveal her midriff. Debbie had on a light brown tube-top that exposed a bit of her tummy, and Amber had on a black tank-tee that also exposed two inches of her midriff. With their long dark hair down and straight, the three ladies looked like sisters.
After dinner, they set up at the piano bar. There was a small stage area, with just enough room for three stools and their instruments. They set up a little before seven, and the crowd was already pretty heavy for happy hour. Mark had his Fender six-string acoustic, Debbie brought the Eastman MD315 mandolin she got for graduation, and Amber, the Yamaha keyboard. The manager turned down the music as they set up. The sound check, simple as it was, turned into a mini-set.
They practiced “Constant Craving” and the crowd joined in immediately. Then by the second verse, the piano player joined in to the crowd’s pleasure. The chemistry with Eddie, the piano man, was instantly great, and the enthusiasm of the crowd pushed the butterflies away. They did one more song and had some time to get to know Eddie before his first set at eight. They took a table and had a couple of drinks with Eddie before he went on.
The girls sat close to each other, as did the guys, to give the impression they were spoken for. They made a game of pretending to be gay throuples and danced together during Eddie’s set. Brittney pointed out the large group of young ladies they had seen on deck had arrived and pushed a few tables together so they could congregate.
It turned out that the group was from a lesbian sorority that was having a mini-reunion. There were twenty-two of them from the Gamma Rho Lambda sorority from the University of Texas at Austin. They danced together, with them in a huge group, taking up most of the small dance floor. Amber was surprised how much fun she was having and began to feel more and more comfortable. But whenever one of the ladies gave even a hint of desire for her, she moved closer to Debbie for cover.
The sorority sisters were semi-shocked when they saw them get up for their set. Then they circled the mini-stage and danced along, while they performed. Unfortunately, Mark immediately blew their cover when he told the world they were siblings. But there was no way around the truth, and Amber took it in stride.
The first set went great, and the crowd was really into it. The oversized tip jar had filled up nicely. Even when they performed two of their original songs, the response was excellent. They threw in a couple of old southern rock songs and covers of “Austin” by Dasha and Dua Lipa’s “Love Again”.
Amber could not help but smile, as she covered Dual Lipa. She did an imitation of her dance from the video, and the crowd’s reaction gave her a rush. They finished up with their original song, “I wish” when Amber noticed her cat eye’s admirer was with the sorority group, swaying along as she sang. When she got to the line where she sang, ‘I wish I could look sexy in my own skin’, her admirer showed her an alluring smirk and nodded subtly, indicating she did look sexy.
They finished and shuffled off to the restroom before returning to their table. When they returned, they were greeted with a line of new drinks courtesy of the sorority members, who praised their talent and even asked for autographs.
After a few moments, Amber noticed her admirer working her way closer.
“You sing like an angel,” she said, with a Spanish accent.
“Thank you so much,” replied Amber.
Amber was five-foot-nine-inches tall and was at least four inches taller than the young lady. But Amber’s sturdy frame made her feel like she dwarfed the petite slender admirer.
“My name is Itzayana, very happy to meet you, Miss Amber,” she said, sweetly.
Amber smiled at the way she pronounced her name; she shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet you Eats-eye-anna,” she spoke almost in the form of question.
Itzayana nodded, letting her know she had gotten it right, as Amber motioned her to take the seat across from her.
“You have such a beautiful voice,” she said, as she sipped her pina colada.
Amber was once again drawn to her almond-shaped brown eyes. She thought they almost looked Asian, but her face was narrow, her nose long and slender with slightly flaring nostrils and a curved narrow tip. The septum curved down a little below the nostrils where she had a unique nose-ring piercing. It was a tight hoop made up of three side-by-side gold rings that highlighted her nose perfectly.
Her skin was pale and smooth, and her lips soft pink and beautifully shaped. Her eyebrows were well trimmed and almost looked like brush strokes on an artist’s canvas. She had a touch of pink eyeshadow and little or no mascara. Those eyes did not need it.
As she looked at her face, Itzayana had an almost imperceptible smile, but her face radiated a combination of sweet innocence, and a hungering longing at the same time. Her lips looked remarkably kissable and her neck smooth and dainty, as Amber suddenly realized she was staring. Itzayana’s smile became more pronounced and confident, the longer she stared. Amber looked away, in a panic, thinking, ‘Oh God, it is contagious.’
She looked around and noticed Debbie talking to two beautiful ladies. One African American with shimmering straight black hair that carried to her lower back, and the other a tall blonde with shoulder-length curls. Brittney was dancing with a group of five women, and Mark was holding up his guitar for a guy in blue jeans to examine.
Amber was embarrassed and looked back at Itzayana, sipping her pina colada through the straw.
“Is that a pina colada? It looks delicious, I might get one.”
She nodded and held it out. “Would you like a taste?”
“Well, thank you, but I should get my own. If I start, I’ll drink the whole thing.”
“It’s all yours, Amber,” she said, pushing it closer.
Amber stood up. “I’ll be right back. I’ll get you another.”
She darted off and Debbie followed, sensing her distress. After she ordered her drink, Debbie came to her side.
“You, okay?”
“Yeah, just getting another drink,” she said, clearing her head.
As Debbie was about to question her again, her new friends had followed her to the bar and looked eager to meet Amber, so she introduced them and let it go.
“This is Susan and Lisa,” she said, pointing to the Black woman first. She wore a bright red, one-piece, thigh-length club dress. Her skin was radiant, and her curves were amazing. Lisa was gorgeous, tall and slender, wearing a black leather miniskirt and white, cropped, button-down, short-sleeved blouse.
As Amber shook their hands, they both looked her in the eyes and smiled. To Amber, the smiles seemed ravenous, and she felt a strange rush. It was a feeling of being flattered and the ego boost that came from being desired. They made some small talk, and their focus seemed to move back to Debbie.
She returned to the table, determined not to encourage Itzayana. After handing her the pina colada, she made certain not to stare and was thankful that the other sorority sisters had encircled them. Brittney and her dance partners had taken a break and some others had congregated.
Amber took the opportunity to direct her focus on meeting the sorority sisters. Then Eddie, the piano player, approached her, and asked if they knew “Piano Man”. She said yes, they had it memorized, and she could join in with her keyboard. He confirmed he would welcome her to join him. She was amazed that he would share the spotlight on the single most signature song in every piano bar in the world. She gathered Debbie, who was dancing with her two friends, and Mark.
It was an amazing experience with the entire bar singing along at full volume. It felt like everyone on the ship would have heard it. The energy carried over on to the dance floor after the song. Amber managed to avoid Itzayana, one on one, and stayed close to Debbie or Brittney, who both were enjoying dancing, flirting with the women, and teasing her for being uncomfortable.
When their second set came up, the energy was electric. And to return the favor, they invited Eddie to join in on “Constant Craving”, but it was not one in his repertoire. So he opted out, with the promise to learn it for later.
It was always one of their favorite songs, with such a strong hook and smooth vocals. Amber was always leery, because no one could do it quite like K.D. But the crowd was up, and it went great. However, Itzayana had worked her way front and center, and then stood directly in front of her. She wore a mid-thigh-length ruffle skirt and a skintight, white tank. She was also braless, as Amber quickly deduced.
Amber focused on keeping her voice smooth and consistent, while Itzayana swayed and mouthed the words along with her. Those eyes focused on Amber’s, as her smile seemed almost knowing. Amber’s focus on the vocals did not leave enough bandwidth in her mind to take her eyes away from Itzayana. Her focus could only shift up or down, from those eyes to her protruding nipples stretching the fabric of her skintight shirt and the dark areolas slightly visible through the straining white material.
Seeing the hunger in her eyes, as she mouthed the words, ‘constant craving has always been,’ added a whole new intensity to the song, one that Amber had never felt before. And as Itzayana brushed her hair back behind her left ear, Amber thought even her ear was petite and somehow pretty, as she sang those words again.
When she finished, and the crowd erupted with applause, she was momentarily trapped in the tunnel vision of Itzayana, whose knowing smile transformed slowly into the face of a predator. Amber swallowed hard, as she watched her enchantress, hungrily biting her bottom lip, while gazing into her eyes.
When she pulled herself out of her daze, she smiled at the crowd and thanked them as she had done a thousand times. She avoided eye contact with her blonde siren for the rest of the set, for fear of completely losing her concentration on the music. As they wrapped up the final song, she thanked the crowd, doing her best to avoid pronouns.
“Thank you so much everyone. We’re Dreamland, and we hope you’ll all come to see us tomorrow in the main auditorium at seven-thirty. We’ll be opening for Lila McCann and Chely Wright. Bring friends! Thank you! The piano stylings of Eddie Aiello should begin in just a few moments. Thank you so much!”
As they finished, she quickly made her way to the restroom. There, she dabbed her face with a wet cloth, as Debbie also checked herself.
“Awesome crowd tonight, great job, Amber. Time to party! What happens on the cruise ship… See you out there!” said Debbie, as she gave a quick pucker and checked her lipstick, before heading out.
Debbie was truly enjoying the evening. She hadn’t felt this carefree in a while. The drudge of chasing their dream and juggling life on the road, trying to produce new music and keep their performances fresh had worn on her lately. It was a constant struggle, fighting the reality that there was a limited shelf life of even the most successful performers. But this trip was a great reminder to have fun and enjoy the moment.
She loved the energy of the crowd and the freedom she felt. Flirting was so much easier when there was basically no chance of it leading to anything, and they were pretty much unknown to the crowds they would see on the ship.
When she exited, Susan and Lisa flagged her down and were dancing to Dua Lipa with a group from the sorority. She loved the attention and truly enjoyed their company. It was a great confidence builder to be desired, even if there was no chance anything would come of it. Susan and Lisa were gorgeous and could clearly have their pick of hundreds of women on board. Getting their attention was flattering. She smiled as she joined them dancing to ‘Levitating’.
Brittney was sweating it up, dancing like a teenager again. She, too, enjoyed the attention. Deep down she considered herself bi, and her mind raced with images of fantasy encounters with her new dance buddies. She congratulated Amber when she joined her dance group and gave a quick hug, enjoying the reaction to her hugging Amber.
Itzayana walked past, waving a pina colada to let Amber know she was returning the favor. Amber nodded her acknowledgement, knowing she would be avoiding her. She was uncomfortable with the thoughts Itzayana had induced and did not want to encourage her anymore. Between songs, she went over to the table, thanked her for the drink, took a sip and when Chappell Roan ‘Pink Pony Club’ came on, she said, “Gotta go!” and joined the dance group.
Itzayana joined as well, but Amber kept her distance, shifting her way through the group if she got closer. Soon, Eddie came out and she took her drink and went piano-side to watch and enjoy. Debbie and Brittney joined her, both sweating from dancing. They enjoyed watching Eddie and admired his ability to move from song to song, usually without the sheet music for support.
When he said, “Grab that favorite someone, it’s time for ‘Sweetest Taboo’ by Sade.”
Itzayana appeared. “May I please have this dance, Miss Amber,” she asked, with a pleasant smile.
As Amber contemplated an excuse, she saw Lisa and Susan quickly sweep up Debbie, pulling her toward the floor. Debbie gave a head bob toward Itzayana, encouraging Amber, and mouthed the words, ‘cruise ship,’ before Lisa and Susan sandwiched her and began to sway.
Amber almost instantly regretted it, as Itzayana reached up and put her arms around her neck and pressed gently against her. Amber’s hands moved slowly to her lower back as they swayed. Those eyes looked up at her so sexily, she felt butterflies everywhere. She thought to herself, it really was contagious. She could clearly appreciate the beauty of women, but that night, the effect was disturbing.
She recalled the first time she saw Wonder Woman, with a boyfriend; he watched the whole movie, drooling. She joked with him, “I get it, even I want to fuck her.”
She said it to try to impress him that she was chill, but there was some truth to it– Gal was just so pretty.
As she looked at Itzayana, she could hardly believe it. She tingled all over.
“You really do sing like an angel. I think I might call you Angel.” It sounded like ‘on-hell’ with her accent.
“Thank you, Itzayana. That’s very sweet of you.”
“And you have the face of an angel… and the body of a demon,” she said, as she pressed her body a little tighter against her.
Amber stole a glance at Debbie swaying to the music, with Lisa pressed to her back and Susan to her front, all smiling and having fun.
But as she looked into Itzayana’s almond eyes, she felt things she did not know how to process, and felt like she was losing herself. Trying not to be rude, she pulled slightly back, swallowed hard again and tried to clarify things with her.
“You know, I’m not gay, right?” asked Amber.
“Are you asking me, or yourself, Miss Amber?”
Amber’s mind raced. She had to admit, she had been looking at Itzayana’s chest, eyeing her nipples and the dark areolas peeking through her top. She never really had done anything like that with a woman before.
“I really don’t like labels, Miss Amber. Things are not really so black and white. Don’t you agree?”
Eddie’s voice was so smooth as he sang, “There’s a quiet storm, and I’ve never felt like this before.”
Amber felt lost in those eyes and tried to focus elsewhere. But those lips, her narrow but rounded nose, even her ears were appealing to look at. And those nipples pressed against the underside of her breasts subtly moving as she swayed. Itzayana felt so warm and soft against her, and her perfume…
“Can’t two people just like each other without getting caught up in labels and definitions?”
Amber looked at those subtly pink lips, as Eddie sang, “You give me the sweetest taboo,” and Itzayana, mouthed the words along with him.
Her mind wondered how those lips would feel, just as Brittney walked by and cheerfully said, “You go, girl!” as she darted off to get her drink.
The dose of reality snapped her from the trance, and Amber stepped back and looked at the ground. “I should go, we have a long day tomorrow and our first big show.”
Debbie was still the sandwich filling and Brittney returned to the dance floor as the song ended and danced, glass in hand, as the next song blared a much jazzier upbeat tempo.
Amber grabbed her purse, gave her goodnights quickly, and left the piano bar. The others wanted to give it a while longer and told her goodnight.
As she walked back to the main lobby elevator area, she looked back as the doors closed, not sure if she was disappointed or relieved– she didn’t see Itzayana following. Rather than go straight to her room, she decided to take a stroll on deck and see the stars reflecting on the water before bed.
She was glad she did. She had never seen the ocean like that before, far away from the massive lights of any city, there were so many stars. She soaked it in and breathed the sea air and felt a peacefulness wash over her as she gazed at the three-quarter moon seeming brighter than ever.
She replayed the evening in her mind. Amber had never been with a woman, or really felt anything more than general curiosity, yet she had been almost enchanted by Itzayana’s almond-like eyes. And the tingling feeling she felt between her legs as she noticed her breasts through that shirt, was disturbing. She had actually been lusting after her. Amber chalked it up to alcohol, the excitement of the cruise, and the reaction of the crowd. But even as she rationalized, she felt that rush again and bit her bottom lip as she had seen Itzayana do. She sighed and looked up to the stars when her attention was drawn to a then-familiar voice speaking with an accent.
“Penny for your thoughts, Miss Amber.”
She looked to her left to see Itzayana, smiling at her with that hungry, knowing smile. Amber clearly had the deer-in-the-headlights look, as Itzayana leaned casually with her back to the railing, elbows resting on it.
The railing had four round, horizontal rails between the deck and the wooden handrail. Her left heel rested on the second rail, and her bent knee waved side to side, teasing Amber; her ruffle skirt bouncing subtly as her knee waved. Her positioning pushed her breasts forward, and her protruding nipples were visible in the dim light. The stretched white fabric was silhouetted against the night sky.
“Itzayana…” said Amber, barely audibly, before struggling for words.
Those eyes locked on Amber’s, and Itzayana curled her finger signaling the dark-haired singer to come closer.
The brunette wanted to speak but could not find the words; she walked slowly closer, not sure why she was doing it. But the finger and those eyes kept beckoning her closer. She steadied herself on the railing, letting her hand glide along the handrail as she approached.
Itzayana’s hand moved to her chest and the finger continued to summon her from just below her chin. When Amber got closer, the difference in height became apparent as the sandy blonde’s head tilted back to maintain eye contact. The finger seemed to be drawing her toward Itzayana’s lips, but Amber stopped a foot or so away from her. She was already dangerously close and knew touching her again would not be a good idea.
Though she stopped, she could still not find her words and the finger kept up its rhythmic motion. When Itzayana realized she had stopped, she took a slow deliberate breath, waiting for Amber to either speak or obey her summons.
Amber held her ground but felt the need to look into her eyes and focus on her sweet lips at the same time. She noticed a little mole just above her lip, below her right nostril, and another one on her cheek just right of her nose.
“If you’re not ready to share your thoughts, maybe I could share mine, instead, Angel.”
Amber nodded almost without conscious thought. Her body tingled and her mind was in a fog, as those eyes seemed enchanting. That mix of sweet innocence and lustful hunger gripped her in a way she had never felt before. The blonde señorita’s tongue subtly wet her lips, and when she heard Amber’s whimpering sigh in response, that knowing smile returned.
“You are very pretty, Miss Amber. And your voice is just as pretty,” whispered Itzayana, as her hand slid across the rail to rest on Amber’s.
Amber did not pull back, but the butterflies in her belly intensified into swarming bees buzzing within her. She had been right. Touching her again was not a good idea. She felt her body leaning forward, imagining how those delicate pink lips would feel. Itzayana’s eyes never left hers as she opened her lips to receive the kiss.
Amber’s eyes closed as she made contact. Electricity flowed through her body as she seemed to melt into Itzayana’s soft, warm lips. They moaned together as Itzayana reached up and gripped Amber’s head, before slipping her tongue into the singer’s mouth. Amber reciprocated, and their tongues danced together. Amber reached around her back, pulling her closer, and the shorter woman hummed as a sense of triumph washed through her.
She kissed Amber deeply, moving her right hand to the back of her head and letting her left slide down her back, delighting in her warmth. There was something about her taste that made her moan, as she felt the moist heat build between her legs. She wanted to lead Amber back to her cabin and ravage her all night long, but her plans required a little more patience. She knew from experience that anticipation was a powerful thing, and she wanted the innocent singer to come to her on her own accord, willingly.
Itzayana broke the kiss, gasped, and tilted her head back further, offering her neck. Amber recalled her thoughts of her neck earlier, and gave way as Itzayana pulled her head, gently nudging her to kiss her there.
“Oh, Angel, that feels so good. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first heard your angel voice. When I saw you singing in those tight jeans, I wanted to peel them off… Huh!” she gasped, and dropped her hand to Amber’s ass, gripped it hard and pressed their pelvises together.
Amber’s hands slipped down Itzayana’s body and under her skirt, where she gripped her tight little ass as she ravaged her silky-smooth neck.
“Oh, my angel is part devil,” she said, panting as Amber’s breath washed over her neck. “I want peel you and kiss you all over.”
Itzayana, plunged her tongue into Amber’s mouth and kissed her passionately, tilting her head from one side to the other as Amber kissed her back, savoring the softness of her lips mixed with the fiery passion of her probing tongue and roaming hands.
Amber broke the kiss. “Please come to my cabin,” she asked, breathlessly.
Itzayana gripped her face again and pulled her in for another kiss, then shocked Amber back to reality.
“Oh, Angel face, I want that so much. But I don’t want to take advantage,” she said, looking into her eyes. “Your first night on a cruise, a show on the big stage tomorrow, pina coladas, and your first lady-kiss. Sleep on your thoughts, and we talk tomorrow.”
Amber froze there, looking into her eyes, shell-shocked by the sudden shift of mood. Her eyes pleaded with Itzayana, who loved seeing her desperation.
“Come to me tomorrow after your big show, and if you still want me…” She kept eye contact, pulled Amber’s mouth back to hers, and kissed her once more.
“Tonight, I dream of you,” said Itzayana. “I meet you there?”
Amber nodded, still in shock, and Itzayana stepped back, gripping her hands for a moment and sharing one last gaze.
“Hasta manana, mi Angel,” said Itzayana, and she left Amber standing there on the deck.
Amber still didn’t understand what had just happened. She was fully willing to give herself over to the enchantingly beautiful woman after only one night. It was completely contradictory to everything she had ever done. Amber wondered, ‘Did I drink too much? Was there something in the drinks?’But even as she tried to justify that excuse, she realized she didn’t feel that intoxicated.
She didn’t feel like sleeping either, but the thought of going back to the bar and acting as if nothing had happened seemed like too much. So, she returned to her cabin. There, she stood on her balcony and looked at the moon and stars again. Then the image of Itzayana’s silhouette against the night sky returned to her mind, along with the events that followed. Those eyes, those lips, so soft and warm.
As she tried to sleep that night, her thoughts were consumed by the memory of her delicate lips and her probing tongue. Butterflies fluttered through her whole body and the tingling need between her legs grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, she succumbed to the relentless heat and her fingers slipped below the waistband of her panties and between her swollen, hungry labia. She hadn’t masturbated in some time, but that night, there was no stopping it. She needed to suppress the overwhelming tingling heat and end the obsessive cycle of images and feelings that dominated her thoughts.
Her clit was swollen, stiff and as sensitive as she’d ever felt it. Her fingers rubbed and swirled against the ultra-sensitive little button as she spoke the name of her newfound temptation.
“Oh Itzayana, huh!” she whispered in a high-pitched, desperate voice. “Your lips are so soft…”
She moaned, as she felt control fading away. When the image came into her mind of those brown eyes looking at her from above her muff, while Itzayana’s tongue split her pussy lips, she quickly went over the edge.
“Oh Itzayana, please don’t stop!” she yelled, as she gave way to a powerful climax.
Her high-pitched moans echoed through her cabin as her body jerked and spasmed, totally surrendering to the new powerful desires her new acquaintance had awoken in her. She rubbed herself frantically as the image of those hungry almond eyes that had entranced her as she performed, seemed forever etched in her brain. Her fingers were possessed as she rubbed her screaming clit relentlessly, milking her climax until she could not take anymore.
When she finally stopped, she lay there, panting, fingers drenched in her warm juices that seemed to coat her inner thighs and oozed down to her ass cheeks. As she caught her breath, the feel of Itzayana’s ass in her grip filled her thoughts and she imagined what it would be like to reciprocate and taste another woman for the first time.
Her fingers, still possessed by these taboo thoughts, seemed to drift toward her mouth without her control. Her eyes closed as they slipped between her lips and her tongue swirled around them, tasting her tangy-sweet cum. She hummed as the taste seemed to electrify her body, and she realized she wanted to know how her growing obsession would taste.
As that sank in, a knock on the door startled her back to reality. She froze; panties soaked, and the smell of her sin hung in the air like a cloud of shame. The knock grew more urgent.
“Amber, you okay? Where’d you go?” asked Debbie.
“You missed all the fun! We’re worried. Let us in, please?” added Brittney.
Both sounded drunk, and she could tell they weren’t going away, so she quickly went to the bathroom and dabbed on perfume to mask her scent. She pulled down her oversized tee, took a deep breath, and headed for the door. When she opened it, they rushed in, giggling and stumbling. They looked rough, after dancing and sweating.
“Oh my god, you missed it. Dee was the meat in a lezzie sandwich all night. Susan and Lisa wanna eat her up.”
“Brittney danced with every girl in the bar, and I think Mark liked it!” giggled Debbie.
“Did you ever have to get your own drink?” asked Amber, thinking she had not seen them like this in a long time.
“Come to think of it… No!” Debbie laughed. “Where’d you go? Are you feeling, okay?”
Amber thought that was a really good question. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be okay after her encounter with Itzayana.
“I’m fine, just a little tired…”
“So who’s the stick-in-the-mud now?” teased Debbie, obviously proud of her acceptance of the ‘what happens on the cruise ship’ mantra.
“Mark and I are making this a hall-pass cruise,” blurted Brittany, who then suddenly looked embarrassed.
“Holy shit, she’s telling the truth,” said Amber. “Seriously?”
She averted her eyes as Debbie’s mouth dropped open.
“N-no, I’m just kidding…”
“Look at her, she can’t even look at us. Oh my God, who are you gonna fuck? You must have someone in mind if you already agreed to… Oh God, and Mark? I don’t wanna know. T-M-I, T-M-I…” Debbie put her face in her hands, shaking her head, and giggling.
“So why did you leave so early, are you really okay?” asked Brittany, changing the subject.
“Did the stick-in-the-mud turn in early?” teased Debbie.
Amber was in shock from what she heard, and suddenly felt like her night was not such a big deal. In fact, she saw an opportunity to jab back at Debbie.
“No, I did not,” she said with a sheepish grin.
“Spill!” said Brittney, thankful to be out of the spotlight.
Amber did her best Katie Perry, “I kissed a girl, and I liked it…”
“Oh God, it is contagious,” said Debbie, with an apprehensive grin. “That cute little Spanish girl, she disappeared around the same time…”
Amber smiled in acknowledgment. She told them the highlights, leaving out the screaming masturbation session that followed. Then the alcohol took its toll, and they headed back to their cabins.
The next morning, they were all hung over, Amber much less severely.
Day two was a cruising day on the open ocean, and the show was the primary entertainment that evening. They crawled out on deck at about eleven, with plans for a rehearsal around one, and they would kick off the evening at seven-thirty, followed by Lila and Chely.
They met at the same bank of lounge chairs as the day before. To their surprise, the sorority sisters were all gathered at the bar again. The sisters quickly descended on them, all seeming fine and perky after the night of partying.
Debbie was in bad shape, waiting for her Tylenol to kick in and trying to keep from purging her stomach contents onto the deck. Brittney was not much better off, but Amber’s stomach was churning for a different reason. Those hungry eyes locked onto hers and she froze like a deer in the headlights. The butterflies were in full force and the tingling heat returned between her legs.
Itzayana stood up wearing a white bikini, and a colorful translucent wrap that covered from her waist to her knees, but allowing a view of her bright white bikini bottom and shapely hips. Amber lay flat on her stomach, chin on her crossed hands, looking helplessly at Itzayana walking toward her, as she felt her lady parts moisten.
Susan and Lisa doted on Debbie, in her weakened state. Debbie had retrieved the sun block from her bag to apply before becoming one with the lounge chair; she was grateful for calm seas, as her tummy would not have survived a rocking ship.
“Can we please help you with your sunscreen?” asked Susan, with Lisa nodding in agreement.
Debbie had chosen the bright blue-aqua thong with a leopard pattern. There was a small patch of the true orange and black leopard color in the center of the tiny triangle of fabric over her fully exposed ass. They knelt next to her chair on opposite sides, and Lisa started high on her shoulders and Susan started at her feet.
The two women took applying suntan lotion to the next level, as it became a full-body massage. Debbie felt bad about encouraging them, but in her hungover state, it felt wonderful and took her mind off her ailing tummy.
“I’ll give you an hour-and-a-half to cut that out,” she sighed, stealing an old saying she’d heard her dad use on her mother over the years.
“May I help you, too, Miss Amber?” asked Itzayana in her accent.
“I think I can get it…”
“Lighten up, Amber,” taunted Debbie. “Are you really afraid it’s contagious? This feels wonderful.”
“I have a special lotion that softens and moisturizes. You must try it,” said Itzayana, already coating her hands with it.
Despite her rapidly heating, moistening pussy and the fear of being discovered, Amber acquiesced. She succumbed to peer pressure but was also a bit pissed that Debbie implied she was homophobic in the process.
She looked at Debbie, who was sighing softly while the two young ladies rubbed her slowly and methodically. As they reached her ass, they each took a cheek and kneaded her with both hands. Amber was amazed that Debbie had agreed to wear such a skimpy bikini, let alone be touched so intimately in public. But she seemed completely at ease.
Amber, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by the intensity of the tingle that shot through her body as Itzayana’s soft hands first touched her calf. She sighed as she began to press her palms against her calf and work in the lotion.
Susan’s fingers slid slightly beneath the tiny bikini stretched over Debbie’s ass as she spread the lotion. Amber was afraid she just might cum if Itzayana came that close to her delicate parts, but Debbie showed no sign of excitement, and she had two sets of hands working her.
Beyond Debbie, Brittney smiled and closed her eyes sitting up, while another young lady was putting sunscreen on her shoulders and back.
“Your skin is so soft,” whispered Itzayana, as her hands worked up to her knees.
Amber’s heart raced as she tried to control her breathing. She feared her bikini would soak through, and then she heard Debbie let out a broken, whimpering exhale, finally showing she was having her own reaction. Somehow, that made it worse, as the younger sister felt her body overcome with tingling heat. She snuck a peek at Debbie only to see the two beauties, still worshiping her barely covered ass, and Debbie undulating subtly as they rubbed her lower ass and inner thighs.
Itzayana’s touch was simply overwhelming, as her hands slid up the back of Amber’s thighs, inching higher and circling slowly between her legs. She could feel an itching tickle, as a drop of wetness creeped slowly between her labia, and Amber knew if the Hispanic girl didn’t stop, her excitement would be on display for all to see.
“I think there’s no chance my ass will burn; thanks, ladies,” Debbie teased, and directed their hands to her back.
Amber froze, knowing she had to stop it, but her body had different ideas. It wanted to let her have free rein. It wanted those hands to touch her most sensitive spots. Her clit wanted to feel those electrified hands deliver their magic, directly to that most sensitive spot, and as Itzayana’s hands moved closer, Amber felt her hips rolling forward pushing her pelvis higher, begging for contact.
She looked at Itzayana and saw her mouth hung open in blissful awe and heard a longing whimper escape from her puckered lips. Amber knew just one more minute and she would be lost…
“I, ah, I’m not feeling too well, excuse me…”
And with that, Amber rolled off the lounge and used the only covering allowed on the cruise– a pair of cutoff Daisy Dukes– to hide her arousal. She slipped them on and up and walked quickly up the nearest steps to the next level. She walked around the stern of the ship to the other side, and stared at the rolling waves, trying to come to grips with the feelings that churned inside her. It was wrong, and she knew it. She needed to think and get control of herself.
Debbie considered following Amber, but had to admit she was enjoying the attention, and it felt wonderful. It had had the opposite effect on her. The soft roaming hands seemed to push the hangover further and further away with each passing moment. She liked the ego boost as well.
Lisa asked, “Are you feeling better, Debbie?”
“Yes, thank you. You two could do this for a living. This is the best massage I think I’ve ever had.”
“Oh, it could get much better, would you like to take this back to your room,” Susan asked, playfully but hopefully.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, I told you two, I’m not gay. But if I were, I would gladly invite you in. You ladies are gorgeous.”
They smiled at each other, taking her comment as encouragement and a challenge. “Pleasure can come in many ways. Why put a label on desire?” asked Lisa, as she looked Susan in the eye and mouthed, ‘so close.’
As they finished her shoulders, Susan said, “Turn over,” in a firm tone.
Debbie complied, a little put off by her tone, but still enjoying the attention from such a beautiful Black woman and her friend. She did not want to come across as, somehow, insensitive.
Once again, one started high and one started low. Susan applied her magic to Debbie’s neck and shoulders, and Lisa began with her feet. Debbie had always found a foot rub sensuously appealing. Her previous boyfriend understood that and took every opportunity to deliver. She even joked that she kept him around much longer than she should have because of his skills in that department.
Lisa, however, brought it to a whole new level. She picked up Debbie’s right foot with both hands. Then she held the foot with her left hand under the heel while she coated her foot with lotion and began to rub it in. Debbie groaned her approval.
“You like your feet pampered, don’t you?” asked Lisa, as Susan’s dark eyes looked down at her hungrily.
“Damn… Yes,” sighed Debbie.
“Dee, hon, are you okay? You sound downright orgasmic over there,” teased Brittney, giggling.
“I am fine,” she said, smiling, when it hit home how close Susan was to her face while she worked her neck.
Debbie was in awe of the ebony beauty of Susan’s face and closed her eyes to avoid the awkwardness of meeting Susan’s gaze. As she did, she felt Lisa shuffle her position and it quickly became apparent she sat with her legs astride the lounge chair with her ass on the foot of the chair. It became crystal clear when she felt her heel being pressed against the stretched fabric of Lisa’s bikini and the steaming heat that quickly penetrated her heel.
Debbie, again, fought the urge to put an immediate stop to it, once she felt Lisa thumbs working the ball of her foot.
“Damn, that feels good,” moaned Debbie, as everyone grew suddenly quiet.
“Would you like the foot treatment, too, Brittney?” asked the young lady, who had been sunscreening her.
“I would like that a lot,” replied Brittney, eagerly.
Debbie could feel Lisa subtly, pressing her pelvis harder against her heel as she deep-tissued the ball of her foot.
“Oh that’s just not fair,” sighed Debbie.
The foot massage was amazing, but it was clear, Lisa was getting off on her heel and anyone who happened by could clearly see it.
“Her feet are very sensitive,” said Susan, as her hands moved toward Debbie’s chest. “I wonder what other parts…”
“Holy shit,” Brittney interrupted. “That feels… wow.”
Debbie took a quick peek to her left to see Brittney getting the same treatment.
“Hangover… What hangover,” Debbie joked back.
It was all so surreal, but Brittney seemed fine with it and Debbie did not want to be the stick-in-the-mud anymore, so she let it continue. She could feel her heel pressing into Lisa’s spread and soaking labia. Susan’s hip touched hers as she balanced on the edge of the lounge chair and spread lotion between Debbie’s breasts.
“You are a tease, aren’t you, Debbie?” asked Susan, as she covered every bit of skin not covered by Debbie’s bikini and then some. Her fingers slipped under the edge of her top, getting dangerously close to stiffening nipples.
Debbie knew she should protest, but she had just been called a tease, so she gave it right back. “Those aren’t my fingers spreading lotion where the sun can’t even touch.”
She was feeling guilty for taking advantage of Susan and Lisa. They clearly had more in mind than just applying sunscreen. And Debbie knew that was’t going to happen. She had just really needed the ego boost after another breakup and a bit of a romance drought.
As she was about to put a stop to it, Brittney shocked her with a question of her masseuse. “So, Brenda, have you ever been with a man, or have you always been gay?”
Debbie lost all train of thought, shocked by the blunt, personal question in front of all of them.
“Yes, I have, and I do enjoy it. I just enjoy women more,” she answered, nonchalantly.
Debbie was in awe of how casually she responded to such an inappropriate question.
“So do you think of yourself as bi?
“It’s hard to put a label on sexuality. I definitely have desires for intimacy with men as well as women. Never say never. How about you, are you bi?” asked Brenda, turning it back on her.
“I’m married to a man, so…”
“Not an answer,” Brenda retorted. “You’re letting me touch you and you’re obviously enjoying it. So, are you looking to experiment with a woman, or looking for a third in the bedroom?”
“Well no, I… ah…”
“Wha, I, ah,” teased Brenda. “Either way, I’m game, sweetie. You just need to figure out what you want. You think about it. I’ll see you ladies at the show, and hopefully on the dance floor again afterwards.”
Debbie watched, wide eyed, at her sister-in-law’s reaction– Brittney was red-faced and speechless.
“Wow,” said Lisa. “She really likes you, Brittney. Brenda is nothing if not honest, and she always goes full speed ahead.” Even as she spoke to Brittney, her hands kept going, spreading lotion on Debbie’s stomach.
It suddenly felt wrong, leading them on, and Debbie resolved to stop.
“Thanks, ladies, I think I am well protected,” said Debbie, shifting a bit in her chair.
They stood up and looked down at Debbie, who kept her eyes closed, but sensed them ogling her. Then one of the sorority sisters yelled out, “Gamma Rho! Group photo on the bow, time to be king of the world!”
“See you later, girls,” said Lisa. “I do love your outfits today. If we don’t see you before, break a leg tonight!”
Debbie was relieved when they left; the morning had been awkward to say the least. She did not like the silly game of chicken she had gotten sucked into with her siblings and Brittney. “Whoever started the whole ‘what happens on the cruise ship…’ bullshit,” she asked herself.
It just got so out of hand, and Debbie was as much to blame as anyone. She recalled the rush she felt, looking at herself in the mirror when she put her thong on. Hangover and all, she got excited seeing her own body in the mirror and thinking about all the eyes that would be on her. The whole cruise looked like a terrible decision. They had worked hard to maintain their reputation and belief system through all the pettiness and sexualization the music industry peddles, and they could blow it all up in eleven days.
As she grappled with her thoughts, she looked to her right to see the monitor with the band photo on it, advertising for the concert. There she was in jeans and a tee. Jeans that had been encouraged to be tighter and tighter, and tops that had been made smaller and smaller by promoters and agents. But she had given in, knowing deep inside, she liked to be looked at and desired. She felt like it was simple human nature to be tempted and crave attention– but it was their connection with God that let them overcome that temptation.
As Debbie struggled to rein herself in, Brittney’s mind was galloping full speed ahead into a cruise ship lust fest. Her mind replayed the previous night and the pact that she and Mark had made in a drunken haze…
After the final set, she was swarmed by women on the dance floor and quickly noticed the look in Mark’s eyes as he watched.
He liked it and she got a rush out of his lustful gaze. She danced naughtier and naughtier, teasing him and her dance partners. She had found herself becoming more and more aroused, letting the strangers’ hands touch her and rub their bodies against hers, as he looked on, hungrily. She soon found herself a steaming mess and in need of relief.
When the song ended, she slipped off the floor and went to Mark. She kissed him hard with a probing tongue and felt his boiling passion in response. It brought back memories early in their relationship when every touch had an electrifying intensity to it.
She took his hand and quickly led him out of the bar and off to their cabin. They kissed passionately and struggled out of their tight jeans, still sweating from the dance floor. As her jeans cleared her ankles, she stepped out and pushed him onto the bed.
“Get those pants off,” she commanded as she quickly moved to her suitcase and retrieved her strap-on.
She tossed it on the bed with some lube, as he worked his jeans past his knees. She stepped up and gripped his waistband and yanked his jeans and underwear off, tossing them aside before climbing on top and kissing him hard. His cock was stiff and hot, pressed against her pelvis as they kissed with a little extra passion inspired by the taboo thoughts racing through their minds.
Mark had watched her on the dance floor, playing out an image of her being ravaged by two women. He imagined her lying on the bed on her back, with one woman riding her face, while the other ate her pussy and took his cock doggy style. It was a powerful image, he had never really imagined before seeing the lesbians mobbing her on the dance floor.
He rolled Brittney over and kissed her ravenously, as his manhood pressed against her soft heat. She gripped his stiff cock and stroked him as he moved to her neck. Her head tilted back, and he buried his face in her neck, kissing her feverishly. Their bodies glistened with sweat, lingering from the dance floor, but intensifying with passion and lust.
Next, she rolled back on top and kissed her way down his chest and stomach. Oral had become less frequent and usually required his encouragement, so when she made the move on her own, he gladly accepted. As she kissed her way lower, she fueled his fantasy thoughts.
“You liked watching them touch me, didn’t you, Mark?” she asked, as she kissed his nipple and gripped his hard-on.
He nodded and groaned, cautiously agreeing, as she seemed to be turned on by the thoughts as well.
She raised her head and looked at him, as she stroked his boner firmly. “You want to fuck one while she eats my pussy, don’t you?”
He wanted to say yes but thought better of it.
She positioned her lips inches from his cock as she jacked him off. “I asked you a question, Mark,” she said, as she extended her tongue and swirled it around his cockhead.
“Oh yes,” he sighed. and she rewarded him by plunging his seven inches as deeply as she could take him.
After a few bobs, she pulled off and looked at him. “You want me to come in the little slut’s mouth while you come in her slutty little cunt, don’t you, Mark?”
He couldn’t believe what she was saying, and she was sucking his cock with such hunger as she goaded him. He could only say, “Yes!”
She pulled off, and continued, “You want us to have a hall-pass cruise, don’t you, Mark?” She smiled deviously, stroking his cock waiting for his reply before she continued.
He wanted to come in her mouth, and there was no chance he would say no to ‘cruise ship’ Brittney– she was possessed.
“Oh yes, please!”
She licked up his length. “What happens on the cruise ship…” she said, before bobbing wildly on his cock.
“Stays on the cruise ship,” he finished, then closed his eyes and let her fuck his cock with her throat.
“I’m gonna come in that cruise slut’s mouth, Brittney,” he grunted.
She nodded, and moaned, “Mu-huh, mu-huh.”
She continued to bob and suck, eagerly swallowing his cum, and to Mark’s surprise, she continued to work his cock with her mouth in an effort to keep him hard. She was a woman possessed and after several minutes, his cock had recovered, and she stroked him and continued to take control.
Stroking him with her left hand, she picked up her strapless dildo. “Momma brought a surprise for daddy,” she said in a sensuous tone, using the monikers that she introduced the first time she used the dildo on him.
Mark had never considered anal before Brittney, but there was undeniably an added intensity to every orgasm that involved anal stimulation. And there was an added intensity to Brittney when she wore the dildo. She loved the feeling of control it brought her, and it showed.
“Momma’s good and wet, but she needs daddy’s tongue up in there before he puts her cock in.”
Mark complied without hesitation. There was no way he would deny ‘cruise slut’ Brittney– he liked her too much. As he positioned himself on hands and knees between her legs, he recalled the first time she fingered his ass while sucking his cock– it was such a shock. But she seemed to suck him harder, and the pain quickly turned to pleasure, and he had had one of the strongest orgasms ever.
From that moment, he almost became fixated on anally enhanced orgasms. At his peak, if Brittney was not really in the mood, she would finger his ass and make him masturbate to get off. There was something inside of him that liked that too much, and he would be just as satisfied doing that, as making love to her.
Then when she introduced the dildo, it seemed like the solution to mutual satisfaction. But soon, the dildo became the center of their sex life. Brittney finally spoke up and was so concerned, she convinced him to see a sex therapist with her. She helped Mark to see that he was obsessive about the toy, and he learned to be more attentive to her needs and the strapless was reserved for special occasions.
One benefit of Brittney introducing the toy was Mark’s improved oral delivery. The counselor helped him to read Brittney’s cues and instruction, while preparing her pussy to receive the toy. He was quite proud of his ability to bring her to orgasm before inserting the strapless for their mutual pleasure. He did envy her ability for multiple orgasms. Women seemed to have no limits, while men needed recovery time.
As his tongue contacted her engorged pussy lips, he settled down onto his stomach, resting on his elbows with his hands on her thighs. His hard-on pressed into the bedspread.
“I love tasting you, Brittney,” he sighed, as his tongue ran the length of her slit, spitting her labia and drinking in her tangy-sweet flavor.
Her head rolled back, and she moaned her pleasure, as he began to wiggle his tongue and probe her pussy while his nose teased her clit. Brittney’s level of arousal was off the charts and her hips began to undulate, pressing her steaming cunt into Mark’s face. Her hand gripped his shaved head and guided him to her pleasure points as her legs spread wider.
“Finger me and suck my clit, please; momma needs to come hard,” she almost squealed.
Mark hummed into her pussy as two fingers slipped inside her tight little hole.
“Oh fuck, Mark! Yes!”
Her hips rolled faster, and Mark sensed an orgasm building in record time. He sucked her clit, and his fingers pounded fast and hard.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Momma’s gonna come!”
He could not contain her clit, with her hips rocking, so he pressed his flattened tongue against it as she fucked his face and fingers.
Her screams were high and loud, echoing through the room as her legs trembled and stomach spasmed with a shuddering orgasm. Her juices coated his face and hand as her climax lingered. He refused to slow his fingers and kept contact with her clit, until she finally shoved him off with both hands, panting like an animal.
He slowly crept back between her legs, with the strapless in hand and gently licked her pussy as she hummed and smiled down at him. Next, he wiggled the dildo inside her. She moaned softly and pressed herself onto it. Once it was all the way in and the clit tickler in position, she rolled off the bed and stood at its foot, with the eight-inch dildo pointing at a forty-five-degree angle toward the ceiling. She applied lube and began stroking it.
“Come to momma,” she commanded, tapping the bed in front of her. “Feet up and spread ’em.”
Mark wiggled down the bed, in awe of ‘cruise slut’ Brittney’s command. It had been a while since the strapless had come out, and he was a little nervous.
As he got closer, she bent down, hugged his legs at the knees and stood up pulling his ass to the edge of the bed. Then, she positioned his calves on her shoulders and lined up the lubed phallus with his asshole. She reached behind and turned on the vibrator as she slid the toy’s head up and down his crack, spreading the lube.
He groaned when the vibrator kicked in.
“You like that tickle on your ass, don’t you, Mark?”
There was still only one answer for ‘cruise slut’ Brittney. “Yes!”
“You wanna watch me use this on one of the lezzie sluts, don’t you, Mark?” she asked, as she wiggled the tip inside him.
“Yes!” he replied, as the head pushed slowly in.
Her tone seemed almost angry, but he also saw her eyes close with pleasure from the vibrator as she pushed gently in. He was confused but loved the sensation. Her stern voice was in complete contrast to the gentle insertion of the dildo.
When she reached the hilt, she leaned forward with her right hand wrapping his left leg and gripped his cock.
“Oh shit, daddy likes,” he sighed.
“Thinking about that threesome’s got daddy hard as a rock and momma soaking wet. You think you can handle it?”
“Oh, hell, yes!” he groaned, as she began to slowly fuck him with the vibrating dick.
“What if momma wants to watch you take a real cock before the two of you fill both my holes?” she asked, as she pressed it in against his prostate.
Mark was in disbelief. ‘Cruise slut’ Brittney, had no bounds.
Without a second thought, he grunted, “Yes!”
“Daddy’s big fat cock gets so hard thinking about it,” she groaned, as she gripped it harder and stroked faster.
“You wanna watch me ride another man’s cock, while you fuck my ass?”
“Fuck!” grunted Mark.
“Oh yes, momma’s coming with daddy in her ass and second cock in my cunt!”
Her hips wiggled frantically as she stroked his cock at blurring speed.
“Come with me, daddy!” she yelled, as Mark grunted uncontrollably, with droplets of cum riddling his chest and stomach from the furiously fast motion of Brittney’s hand.
As Brittney came to a second shuddering climax, her hand stopped stroking but kept a firm grip on his cock as she wiggled her hips forcing the clit tickler to shoot jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body.
Mark was, again, in awe of the duration of her climax. When it passed, she pulled out and let his legs drop. Then she crawled on top and kissed with a probing tongue, before dropping the biggest shocker yet.
“What happens on the cruise ship…” she whispered.
“Stays on the cruise ship,” he responded.
“How ’bout we make this a hall-pass cruise and see what happens?” she asked, with a cheery expression.
Mark could not believe it. This seemed like a no-win situation. If he agreed, she could turn it on him and hit him with ‘I knew it! Do you even love me anymore?’
But she seemed happy and was lying on top of him, with his jizz pressed between them, after some amazing sex. As he struggled for a response, she continued.
“I’m serious, Mark. We’ve both been fantasizing, we both want it. I’ll find a girl and you find a guy. Ten days left, anything goes, but no secrets. What do you think?”
Mark was in shock and did not know how to answer. “Okay, if that’s what you want,” he replied, meekly.
“That’s not an answer. If I went too far, I’m sorry. Oh God, I drank too much. I’m so sorry…”
Then, she seemed truly upset with him and the male part of him thought, ‘how many men would kill for a suggestion like that from their wife. Don’t blow this, shithead!’
“No, no, I’m all in. Cruise ship rules, no secrets,” he said enthusiastically, and gave her a long, probing kiss.
Just like that, she rolled off and jumped up. “Great, I am so wired. Let’s get cleaned up and get back out there.”
He lay there, semi-dazed, as she went into the bathroom with her clothes. When she came out, he was still lying there, waiting his turn.
She leaned down and kissed him. “Meet you in the bar, hurry,” she said, and slipped out the door. The rest of that night she pondered the possibilities and potential partners…
As her mind returned to the present, it seemed Brenda had just placed herself at the top of the list. She would, of course, need Mark’s approval, but the way she wore her bathing suit made it all but a given, Mark would be on board. She smiled at the pun.
She resisted the urge to go find Mark. But, instead, she decided to text and enjoy some sun time. She pulled up a pic she had taken of Brenda and added the caption, ‘What do you think?’
Mark was backstage in the auditorium having a little guitar session with Allen, whom he met the night before and talked with about guitars. He looked at the text and blushed a little before sending the thumbs-up emoji back. He had seen Brittney dancing with the pretty brunette the night before. One among many, but she was sexy cute. It all felt like a strange dream. He would never have imagined Brittney being so amorous.
As Brittney plotted her response to Brenda’s little challenge, Amber clung to the railing looking out to sea, trying to come to grips with the demons that fluttered through her mind and body. Even as she felt relief from getting away from Itzayana, the tingling heat in her loins throbbed with anticipation of seeing her and touching her again. Combined with the hot, humid air, she felt flushed and labored to breathe.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself and push Itzayana from her mind, when that voice, in her soul-penetrating accent, spoke her name.
“Amber, there you are. Is everything okay?”
Her hand rested on Amber’s, as Amber stared down at the water, afraid to look at her. Even as she avoided eye contact, her touch sent butterflies swarming through her torso and she let out a telling sigh, that caused Itzayana to smile.
She knew she had gotten to her, but played along, feigning innocence, knowing just a little more of a push and Amber would be hers.
“I was worried about you. Are you feeling better?” she asked, picking Amber’s hand off the railing and pulling toward her. She cradled Amber’s hand in both of hers, then leaned around her to make eye contact.
“Yes, thank you, I’m fine. I think it was just a little hangover and sea sickness.”
When she looked into her eyes, gazing back at her like the evil temptress from the old Twilight Zone episode, she felt like one of the old characters, nearly fainting away from the overwhelming draw of her eyes. She watched those eyes quickly glance down at her body, then return to hold her gaze. The devious little smile suddenly made Amber feel completely vulnerable. Her choice of the skimpiest red bikini left her nowhere to hide, and those eyes looked at her like no one ever had.
“Please…” Amber whispered, unable to complete her thought. It was a feeble attempt to break the spell, but just like the old TV show, it was apparent to everyone, she had lost the battle but just did not know it yet.
“Anything, my Angel,” she replied, looking longingly at Amber.
Amber quickly moved her focus from her eyes, but shifting to her subtle, shapely and oh-so-soft lips did not help. She swallowed hard and Itzayana could not hold back her devious little grin. Amber realized her tiny bikini would soon give up her true feelings for all to see, if she didn’t do something. The heat growing between her legs would soon soak through. She was flushed and stuttering, but Itzayana held her hand and it seemed to flood her body with electricity, leaving her numb and unable to move.
“I, ah, really, I should go lie down…”
“Are you… not well? Come, I have just the place to lie down, right over here,” she said, leading her by the hand, toward a row of round daybed-type lounges, with canopy tops.
She sat her on the edge. “Sit here, and I put up the top.”
Itzayana pulled the top up and it completely covered half the daybed. They were positioned next to the handrail looking out at the water.
“I be right back, Miss Amber,” she said and stepped out of view.
Amber sat, confused, unsure what to do as Itzayana quickly arranged with the porter for an hour with the daybed and some towels and water.
She sat next to Amber and took her hand. “Is that better? The man is bringing some water; you may be dehydrated from last night.”
She sounded genuinely concerned, and when Amber made eye contact, she could hardly believe she could look concerned and hungry-eyed at the same time. She tried to formulate an excuse to return to her cabin, when the porter arrived with towels and a small cooler with bottled waters.
Itzayana stood, took the items and placed them next to Amber. Then she turned her back to Amber. “Thank you so much. Could you please put the do-not-disturb sign up for us?”
“Certainly, ma’am. My name is Sean if you need anything else.”
As she spoke to the porter, Amber looked at her in her white semi-thong bikini. The bottoms were covered by a translucent white wrap that covered her golden-brown buns. Her eyes scanned Itzayana, drinking in the curves and shapeliness of her hips, back and shoulders.
“Thank you, that will be all for now.”
Amber flushed again, thinking of standing up and touching her shoulders before kissing them and her neck. She could not believe how out of control she felt and closed her eyes, hoping to gain control. Amber’s frame dwarfed Itzayana, but her firm shapeliness was like a drug that addicted her eyes almost magically. Closing them was her only defense.
Then, she felt a thump on the daybed behind her, and Itzayana spoke as she sat next to her again.
“Still not well, we should get you out of the heat. Come under the shade,” said Itzayana, as she handed her a water bottle and wiggled herself up the daybed, sliding the cooler beside her.
Amber turned to see the pile of towels Itzayana had tossed up by the back cushions. She took a sip of water and watched Itzayana, crawl onto the daybed, and laid out some towels. Then she positioned herself in a seated position on the towels, with her back leaning against the cushions and her legs extended. She spread them and smiled.
“Good girl, drink that up and come sit, we need to get you out of the sun,” she said, as she smiled and tapped the cushion between her legs
Amber drank down nearly half the bottle as she contemplated what to do. She watched as Itzayana laid out four hand towels next to her and pulled out another water bottle. Amber finished the rest of the water, as she wondered what Itzayana was doing. Itzayana looked like she had a well-thought-out plan for the towels, but Amber had no clue.
“Good girl, now come sit right here relax in the shade. We will cool you down and you will feel better.”
She again tapped the cushion between her legs. “Ven mi angel,” she said, looking confidently at Amber with a warm-but-knowing smile. Amber’s Spanish was very limited, but she knew what that meant, and the accent drove it home.
Amber crawled nervously toward her on her hands and knees as Itzayana’s smile brightened. She told herself she wanted to see what she had in mind with the towels, so she complied.
When Amber got close, Itzayana waved her finger in a circle signaling Amber to turn and sit between her legs.
Amber awkwardly turned herself and sat upright between the blonde’s spread legs.
Itzayana gripped her hips and pushed her slightly further away. “Lean back here against me and relax, Miss Amber.”
At this point, she wanted to know her plan and simply obeyed. But she instantly knew it was a bad idea; the second Itzayana’s hands touched her shoulder to guide her back. She gasped at the touch and Itzayana hummed, uh-huh’ as her breasts pushed against Amber’s shoulders.
“That’s it, lean your head back onto my shoulder and close those Angel eyes again. Excellent, now just relax and you feel better soon.”
As she felt the heat between them, Amber doubted this would ever cool her down. Quite the opposite was happening, but she felt powerless to move. Part of her felt like she could just fade into Itzayana and never move.
She sensed Itzayana straining to reach around her somewhat awkwardly and turned to look.
“Ssshhh,” Itzayana shooshed her quietly, and Amber, relaxed, but fluttered her eyelids to sneak a peek.
Itzayana poured water into a hand towel and folded it into a strip and placed it on her forehead, like a mother would with a feverish child. It did feel good, and Amber began to relax and settle back against her, still half-afraid that she would crush her petite little nurse, beneath her larger frame.
“Very good, relax, my angel. Isn’t this better?”
“Yes, thank you, Itzayana,” sighed Amber, thinking the place where she really needed one was between her own legs. It would help and give an excuse for the wet spot she feared had already appeared. She glanced around; thankful the canopy blocked them from the view of the outside world.
Itzayana applied a wet towel to the back of her neck, then one under each arm, and Amber had begun to feel much cooler. At that point, she had completely relaxed with her weight fully on Itzayana, who seemed comfortable with it. Once the last towel was placed, she began to slowly trace her fingertips from Amber’s shoulders to her forearms and back.
“You feel better, no?” asked Itzayana, softly.
“Yes,” sighed Amber.
“My angel with the voice, has skin of an angel,” she said, before planting a light kiss to on her shoulder.
“So sorry, Miss Amber, I should not… Did you think about last night?” asked Itzayana, wanting to make sure Amber initiated the next step. Or at least, asked Itzayana to take it.
“Yes, thank you for having better control,” Amber replied shakily, trying to cling to strength, but wanting to give in to her powerful, new desires.
“I don’t want there to be… regrets, my angel.” Itzayana gently brushed her cheek against Amber’s, and she found herself reciprocating, and gasping softly.
Amber tried to remember her logic for refraining, but her hands rested on the cushion next to Itzayana’s thighs and the blonde’s index fingers began to gently caress her skin as if on their own, as she spoke. “You did the right thing. It would be wro…”
This time her fingers did not trace down Amber’s arm, but followed the strap down the front of her shoulders and continued along the curve of the bikini-top triangles across her breasts. The top was so tiny, her finger barely missed the edge of Amber’s areola.
Itzayana’s touch sent a tingling surge through her like she had never felt before. Amber exhaled heavily and her head pressed back into Itzayana’s shoulder, raising her breasts skyward.
“I love touching you, my angel,” whispered Itzayana, as her fingers followed the path back to her shoulders.
She could feel Amber tremble at her touch and her gasps became more and more desperate. Itzayana’s pussy gushed with excitement as the beautiful young lady with the angel voice was entranced by her touch.
Her fingers teased the paths across her breasts again and Amber whimpered and pressed her chest forward again. “Does this feel wrong to you, my angel?”
Amber, subtly shook her head rapidly side to side.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, as her fingers focused on the edge of the bikini top, gently tickling her silky-smooth breasts.
“No, please,” whimpered Amber.
Her whole body tingled as every nerve ending felt energized and ready to fire with the tickling pleasure of her fingers. Her body begged for more and she no longer wanted to resist.
Itzayana’s fingers swirled her nipples through the fabric and Amber jerked, knocking the towel from her forehead.
“So sensitive, my angel, can I touch them?” whispered Itzayana, as her lips tickled Amber’s ear.
“Y-yes, p-p-please,” sighed Amber, through rapid gasps of air.
Itzayana smiled with a feeling of lust, disbelief and power rushing through her, as her fingers gently curled under the edges of Amber’s bikini top and pulled them apart exposing her breasts to the warm sea air.
Her hands cupped Amber’s breasts as Amber whined and pressed her head back against Itzayana, pushing herself against Itzayana’s warm soft hand. She rolled her head slowly, pressing her cheek against Itzayana’s, signaling her approval.
Her nipples were at full attention and Itzayana rolled them firmly between her fingers as Amber gasped and whimpered, sending waves of heat through the nurse-turned-seductress. It was almost too much to believe that the angel-voiced beauty she longed for in the piano bar was hers.
Her left hand continued to fondle her breasts as her right one moved to the towel on her neck.
“Can I remove this, Miss Amber?”
Amber nodded, and Itzayana tossed it aside. Then, she began kissing her neck as both hands returned to their targets. Amber’s eyes closed and her body swayed as those lips planted soft kisses on her neck, and those hands gently kneaded her breasts. Itzayana’s breath sent tickling bolts down her spine as her body undulated from the pleasure of Itzayana’s touch.
Their bodies seemed to melt together. Everywhere their skin touched was like a soft, warm blanket that felt like heaven and home rolled into one.
“I don’t ever want to stop touching you, my angel,” whispered Itzayana and the goosebumps spread down Amber’s spine once again.
Her right hand traced her fingertips lower, caressing her belly. Amber felt a quick moment of anxiety as the fingers moved across her tummy roll. She did not have the zero-fat cover-girl body. But as Itzayana kissed her neck and moaned softly in her ear, it was clear that it did not matter to her at all.
“Can I touch you here, my angel?”
Amber whimpered and nodded, prompting a more passionate kissing of her neck as Itzayana’s fingers continued to explore Amber’s body. Amber reached up with both hands gripping Itzayana’s head as the last two towels fell to her sides. She rolled her head back and found Itzayana’s lips.
They groaned and whimpered as their tongues danced together, until Amber broke the kiss. “Your lips are so soft, Itz–“
Itzayana craned her neck to continue the kiss, as their passion grew and her hands moved lower with more deliberate intentions. Amber sensed it and her hips rose pushing herself closer to the roaming fingers.
As her hands reached the edge of the bikini waistband, Itzayana knew her shorter height would be a problem. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but in her fantasy she must have been taller. But this was her moment, and she would make it work.
She released Amber, and Itzayana quickly shifted her hips back and sat more upright as she shoved a pillow under her ass. Then she gripped Amber’s hips and pulled her upright against her. This gave her a better reach and still provided access to her angel’s neck. She quickly resumed her kisses and Amber’s body melted slowly back into hers.
“I’ve never felt anything like this, Itzayana,” sighed Amber. Her head rolled back and to the side, exposing her neck to the girl with hypnotic eyes.
Itzayana’s trembling sigh let Amber know the feeling was mutual, and her hands continued their sweet exploration of Amber’s skin. Both hands wandered up to her breasts, then down her belly and teased the waistband again. Itzayana wanted nothing more than to plunge her fingers into the wet heat she knew was below but was determined to make Amber ask for it.
Each time her fingers reached the bikini bottom, she would retreat, and each time, Amber’s hips rolled with greater intensity. Her moans grew louder and more desperate.
Itzayana’s legs were spread and stretched out straight, touching Amber’s outer thighs. As she felt Amber’s torment building, she bent her knees and brought her heels inside Amber’s thighs. Then as her fingers of one hand traced the waistband, she slipped them just under feeling her tuft for the first time. As she did, she used her heels to pull Amber’s legs slightly apart.
Amber’s hips pressed skyward, and she moaned frantically, but Itzayana’s fingers withdrew and traveled back to her breast. Itzayana kissed her more passionately and let her hand roam lower again, this time letting three fingers drift into her muff.
Amber thrust her hips forward, contacting the fingers with her labia for a brief second, before Itzayana pulled back yet again.
“Please!” whimpered Amber, oblivious to the fact they were on the deck of a fully loaded cruise ship.
“What is it you want, my angel?”
“Please touch me.”
Her fingers continued to tease her waistband. “I am touching you, my angel,” she taunted and returned to soft kisses.
“Where I need it, please,” Amber panted, and trembled.
“Tell me where, angel.” Her hand passed over her muff outside the bikini, and Amber plunged her pelvis forward again.
“Please!” she whined.
“Tell me where.”
“Lower please!” Her hands reached behind, and gripped Itzayana’s hips and she rubbed herself against Itzayana’s pelvis.
It took all of the seductress’s will not to take her, but she wanted to hear her say it. “Where do you want me, Amber, my angel?”
“I want you inside me, please!”
“Oh yes, my angel, that is where I want to be,” she said wistfully in her ear, as her hand slid beneath the waistband and stopped. “Will you open your flower for me, angel?”
Itzayana pressed Amber’s legs gently apart, and she complied, as her right hand slipped slowly down, and her middle finger pressed between Amber’s engorged labia, at last.
Amber’s mouth opened and she squeaked a broken whimper of pleasure, while she pressed herself against Itzayana’s fingers.
Itzayana exhaled, lips touching her ear. “Oh, so warm and wet for me, my angel. I have wanted this from the first moment I heard you sing.”
She slid her hand up and down, sandwiching her pussy lips between her fingers as she stroked the length of her slit.
Amber spoke in high-pitched puffs, as her hips rolled against her temptress’s hand. “Oh, yes, Itzayana, oh God.”
“My fingers melt into your precious flower, my angel,” panted Itzayana, as her hand slowly picked up the pace.
Amber let out a long, open-mouthed moan, “Ha, ah, ah, aaahhh…”
“Oh yes, my angel, show me how much you like it,” she whispered, as her middle finger curled and pressed into her hot, wet tightness.
Amber’s body jerked and she grunted long and loudly before bringing her hand to her gaping mouth, to stifle her moans.
“I want to please you, my angel,” she said, but her finger stopped moving.
Almost instantly, Amber began to rock her body, fucking the finger inside of her, groaning in time with her movement.
“Oh, Miss Amber, you have it bad. Do you need to come?” she asked, tauntingly.
Amber groaned loudly with a tone of urgency that made Itzayana’s mouth open in sympathy, as she began to move her finger in and out. Then she slipped in a second finger, fucking her steadily and firmly.
Amber picked up one of the discarded hand towels and shoved it into her mouth, biting down to muffle her moans.
“Tell, me what you need, my angel,” commanded Itzayana, as the two fingers pressed deeper with each thrust.
“Please make me come, Itzayana! Please!”
“You like this, angel?” she asked with a devious grin, before kissing her earlobe and neck.
“–es!” she yelled into the towel.
“How ’bout this, my angel?”
Itzayana moved her thumb to her clit and began to rub in small circles as her fingers continued to probe. Amber bent her knees and pressed her ass up off the daybed, grunting into the towel in time with her spasming pelvis.
“Already, my angel?” teased Itzayana, as a climax took hold of her conquest.
With her legs drawn up, Amber felt she had withdrawn into the cocoon of the daybed cover, where no one could see and she let her body flail, as Itzayana brought her to the height of bliss.
“–uck me!” she groaned, biting the towel, flooding Itzayana’s fingers with her creamy come.
“Yes, my angel, let it all out for me!” gasped Itzayana, as her fingers sloshed inside Amber’s undulating pussy.
Amber’s abs spasmed uncontrollably as the relentless thumb stimulated her button, with mind-bending intensity, while her fingers pushed inside her.
“I love being inside you, angel, it is heaven on Earth,” whispered Itzayana.
Itzayana clung to her with her left arm wrapped across her chest, forearm pressed against her left breast and her hand cupping her right. She was leaning them both forward to reach far enough to fully penetrate her.
“Coming! Ah! Ah! Ah!” screamed Amber into the towel.
“Yes, my angel, I will pleasure you many ways, yes?”
Amber was lost in what was undoubtedly, the best orgasm of her life. She could only wail and spasm, trying to nod. Her mind could not fully comprehend the thought of more pleasure than she was experiencing.
The electrifying jolts bursting from her clit paralyzed her body, and a muffled spastic squeal emanated from deep within. When she thought she could not stand anymore, Itzayana gripped her tighter across the chest, slowed her fingers, but intensified the movement of her thumb, prolonging the climax, as Amber’s gripped Itzayana’s thigh for dear life.
“Yes, more, my angel, you come so hard,” she said, truly shocked by the intensity.
She felt like she had complete control of Amber’s body and did not want to ever stop.
At last, Amber gripped Itzayana’s arm and pulled her hand away. As she did, Itzayana felt Amber’s pussy tighten on her fingers, before they were pulled out with a slurp. It was as if her pussy did not want to let go.
This gave Itzayana the idea she was still not done, and she quickly released her breast, then brought the left hand down rubbing her flattened fingers over her clit at blurring speed.
“You need more,” she breathed, as she felt Amber’s body stiffen, her pelvis pushed up as Itzayana reenergized her climax. “Come for me, angel! Come!”
During the second wave, Itzayana felt three blasts of flooding juices blast between her fingers, drenching the little red bikini as Amber experienced squirting for the first time.
At last, Itzayana relented and let it end, slowing the pace as Amber jerked two more times as the final blasts of pleasure shot from her clit.
“I’m so sorry,” gasped Amber, shocked and embarrassed.
“No, no, my angel, that was a dream come true. I love bringing you pleasure. You share the nectar of the angels!”
Itzayana returned her attention to kissing her neck as her fingers moved slowly, melting into Amber’s wet heat. Amber’s body began to relax as her chest heaved to catch her breath. Itzayana’s right arm moved up to hold her gently across the chest again, cupping her breast speaking to her between kisses.
“Are you all better now, my angel?”
“Oh my God, yes,” sighed Amber. “That was…” she exhaled and chuckled then took a deep breath. “Amazing.”
“I bring you pleasure, no?”
“You think? Yes, so much,” gasped Amber. “Damn.”
Amber craned her neck to kiss her and as they kissed, she wanted to turn and face her and possibly return the favor. Instead, Itzayana held her in place.
“Sh-sh-sh, relax my angel. You should rest for your big show tonight.” She gently kissed her cheek and neck. “If you still want me to come to your room later…”
Amber nodded and stretched back for another kiss and Itzayana complied and then continued, delivering neck kisses.
“I will be thinking of you all day, my angel,” whispered Itzayana, then kissed her again.
“Now that I felt your precious flower and felt its bite…” She kissed again and smiled. “It might be a Venus fly trap, the way it bit my fingers…”
After another kiss, she finished, “I hope you will let me taste its sweet nectar…”
Amber twisted again and thrust her tongue into Itzayana’s mouth moaning her agreement. After a long passionate moment, Itzayana broke the kiss and cradled her head against her shoulder.
“Rest now, my angel,” she whispered, before kissing her earlobe.
Amber settled back against her soft warmth and closed her eyes; with a deep contentment she could not remember feeling before.
To be continued…
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