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Quinn was lying face down on her bed, groaning as I turned
on the lights. My mood was chipper, but it was obvious hers was not. I was
surprised at how well I handled my alcohol the night before. For a party girl
like Quinn, I figured she would be up far before me, and feeling much better.

“Rise and shine,” I whispered in her ear.

“Ugh, what time is it?” she asked.

“Who cares. Get up…” I argued.

I disappeared into the bathroom and started my shower. As
the water fell over my body it washed Rod’s scent away, suddenly turning my
mood more sullen than when I first woke up. I was craving him badly; something
inside of me stirred as I remembered how he filled me up with his delicious
hard cock and turned me into a woman.

My hands cupped my breasts; they felt fuller than before.
My fingers slid to my belly, teasing the thin curls above my pussy.

Oh how I wanted him again….

“Hurry up, I’m starving!” Quinn yelled from the other
room.

I forgot how demanding she was after a night of partying,
and how hungry she was when she awoke.

“I’m coming…” I said.

I knew if she had given me a couple more minutes in the
shower, alone with my thoughts of Rod, I would be cumming….

My pussy was already beginning to throb. As I slid the
towel between my legs to dry myself, it made my body twitch with excitement.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, dressed in a
slinky white sundress with no bra. Her nipples were dark brown beneath the
sheer material, leaving little to the imagination. I giggled to myself as I
realized the boat she had booked us on….I guess imagination is not what anyone
is here for now, is it?

The blow dryer felt good on my damp hair, soothing my scalp
and blocking out the sound of Quinn’s moans for food.

I brushed through my hair, fluffing it up just enough for
some body and quickly applied eye makeup and lipstick.

“You woke me up, come on…” she groaned.

I was just as excited to go to breakfast as she was, but
not because I was hungry for food…I was hungry for Rod.

My cute pink sundress was already placed neatly on the bed
for me by Quinn. She was digging through my bag for a pair of matching sandals
as I dressed and as I finished with the last latch of the dress, she handed the
shoes to me and held the door open.

We walked to the elevator, my neck stretched down the hall
to Rod’s room. I wondered if he was still sleeping, or if he too was already up
and heading to breakfast.

“You’re like a little puppy…” she teased, when she noticed
my attention vying down the long corridor.

She ushered me into the elevator. And as the doors closed,
my heart sank into my chest. I had hoped he would come running down the hall,
yelling for us to hold the elevator and sneak in just as the doors closed
behind him like in the movies I loved to watch.

The deck with the buffet was decorated with bright exotic
flowers and white clothes. The selection was more than I could have ever
imagined, causing Quinn’s eyes to brighten and her mood to lighten.

“This way ladies…” a man in a white coat said as he
ushered us to a plush round booth.

“Mountain Dew please,” Quinn quickly ordered before the
man could walk away.

“For you?” he asked.

“I’ll just have juice from the buffet,” I said, feeling
bad for the man who was probably not a waiter, but only a host.

“I’m starved…” Quinn said, scooting out of her seat and
heading towards the long line of the buffet.

I looked around for Rod, but I didn’t see him anywhere.
There were other places onboard that served breakfast, but I couldn’t imagine
he was at one of the swanky bistros onboard alone.

His frat buddies were at the buffet, knocking elbows and
cutting up as they loaded their plates.
Maybe he was still asleep…

I followed Quinn to the buffet, loaded my own plate with
salty breakfast meats, fruits and eggs. Quinn piled her plate as high as she
could, even though I kept telling her there was plenty of time to come back for
more.

She always over-indulged, never savoring the sensation
of any one thing.

Our actual waiter showed up with Quinn’s Mountain Dew,
sitting it in front of her.

“Can you bring a couple more of these?” she asked, her
lips pouting as she spoke.

Quinn had a way of getting anything she wanted with that
pouty lip she shoved from her face. The waiter smiled, disappeared and returned
a few minutes later with an extra glass of ice for me, and a pitcher of
Mountain Dew for the table.

I thanked the man, since it was obvious Quinn wasn’t going
to.

An older man sitting at the bar across the room stared at
her, smiling and winking as she shoved the breakfast sausage in her mouth. She
looked like a hot mess, but even still…men seemed to flock to her.

Her eyes brightened and she smiled, winking back at the
man. “He’s hot…” she whispered.

I could see his good looks, but hot…no. He was in his
40’s, at least, and dressed as if he was headed for a golf outing. Not my
style.

“He’s a little old…” I said.

Quinn grinned at me with that mischievous smile. “Where
else but here to experience it all?” she said.

“That sounds like a lot of work for four days…” Rod’s
voice sounded from behind me.

“I’ve got my work cut out for me, that’s for sure…” Quinn
teased.

His hands on my shoulders gently squeezed as he leaned in
to kiss me on the cheek. “May I join you ladies?” he asked.

“You can join anyone you want. Isn’t that the point of the
cruise?” Quinn teased again.

I wasn’t sure I liked her tone; it was flirty, but a little
sarcastic.

It didn’t matter; all that mattered was Rod scooting into
the booth, pushing into me with that scent I had washed away this morning and
so desperately craved.

Rod’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me in close to his
side. Quinn shot me a look, one that warned me of the closeness, reminding me
of the talk we had the night before.

“So, have you been on this cruise before?” Quinn asked.

It was a question I wanted to ask, but hadn’t. He told me
this was just a last fling after graduation, but he never revealed if it was
something he had never done before, or if he had in the past.

Was this what Rod was into?

“First time…” he said.

Thank God!
His arm tightened against me as he answered, as if he knew I needed soothed
in that moment.

“My roommate, he’s been here once before, so he dragged a
group of us here for a graduation blow out,” he continued.

It all sounded familiar to me. I was brought here by
Quinn, who knew of friends that made the voyage the previous year.
Maybe Rod
was more like me than he was Quinn…God, I could only hope.

Quinn glanced up, her eyebrows rising as he spoke. She
seemed uninterested in his answers.

“So, how do you like it?” she asked.

“It’s different, but I must say, my first night proved to
be an amazing one,” he said, softly squeezing me into his side again.

My cheeks burnt as they turned bright red. I loved his
answer; it was perfect. Quinn didn’t seem to share the same enthusiasm as I did
for his response.

The breakfast sausage she held in her fingers situated at
her lips, slowly pushing into her mouth as her eyes shut. “Mmmm,” she said.

Was she coming on to him?

“It seems Kelly had an amazing night as well…” she said.

Her eyes were heavy on mine, making me feel slightly
uncomfortable as she smirked.

“She got to experience both a man and a woman in one
night, both for the first time…” she said.

There it was. Oh God, why did she have to throw me
under the bus like that?

My eyes squinted and my glare at her was meant to show her
my disgust, but she didn’t seem to notice or care. Rod, however, noticed anyway.
His eyes widened and on me heavier than hers had been.

“Wow,” he said.

Quinn smiled at Rod, and then winked at me as if she had
done me a favor. I wanted to wring her neck right there in front of everyone…I
wanted to strangle her.

“So, tell me more about this?” Rod asked, his tone now
very curious.

Quinn quickly got up, made her way to the older man that
had been flirting with her through breakfast and left me alone at the table
with Rod to explain myself.

“It’s not what you think…” I said, not really sure what he
thought.

His hand slid up my leg, dangerously close to my thin silk
panties. My pussy was still aching for his touch, even though my chest was
heavy from the information he just received.

“Tell me…” he whispered.

“It was Quinn; she just got me comfortable in my own skin,
so I would come back down to the party…” I said.

“That’s so fucking hot…” he said, his hand now pushing
under my panties, his fingers pulling at my pussy lips as my juices dripped to
my leg.

I told him how Quinn had undressed in front of me to make
me feel more comfortable, and then how she talked me out of my clothes. He took
in everything I said so intently, his fingers digging deeper into my pussy with
every word.

It was hot talking about our encounter, telling him all my
dirty secrets.

“So, you got excited seeing her naked?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“She does have a hot little body…” he whispered.

His eyes closed slightly, as if he were imagining Quinn
naked right in that moment. The thought of him becoming excited at Quinn’s
image upset me a little, but not enough to pull his fingers away from my eager
hole.

“So, what happened when you showed her your sexy body?” he
asked.

“I closed my eyes…” I told him.

He chuckled at my innocence.

“But, you could feel what happened…” he said, urging me to
continue my story.

“Yes,” I said.

His finger slipped inside of my wet pussy, sliding back
and forth, just deep enough to make me squirm in my seat.

“So, tell me…” he whispered in my ear. “What did she do?”

“I felt her hands on me, and then her tongue…” I said.

My pussy throbbed as I relived my experience with Quinn.
Having his finger inside of me while I spoke, and all the people around us,
oblivious to what was happening under the white clothed table was making me
hotter by the moment.

“Did she taste that sweet pussy?” he whispered.

He reached for my hand, slid it under the table and into
his lap. His cock was so hard it stretched the material of his swim trunks,
causing the Velcro to stretch open.

“Yes,” I said, but couldn’t help giggling as I spoke.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waiter asked.

I was jolted from my warm and fuzzy comfort zone and back
into the reality of the crowded, chatter-filled room.

“No, thank you,” I said, knowing my voice sounded meek and
mild from my embarrassment.

Rod’s finger was still buried deep inside my pussy as the
waiter cleared the plates. My legs tightened, closing around his hand and
squeezing his finger around my pussy muscles. Those Kegels certainly paid off…

“You haven’t eaten,” I said.

Rod’s finger pushed further into my body, causing me to
let out a sigh. The waiter smiled at me with a knowing glance as he took our
dishes away.

He slowly slid his finger from between my legs and brought
it to his lips. He slid it into his mouth, sucking my juices from his skin
slowly and seductively as he stared into my eyes.

“What I want for breakfast isn’t on the buffet,” he
whispered.

My empty pussy throbbed, aching to be filled once again by
him, but this time with his tongue, not his finger.

I noticed him glancing over my shoulder and turned to see
what had caught his attention.

Quinn was sitting on the bar stool, sun dress dropped to
her waist to expose her full breasts and surrounded by two older men, one from
earlier, and now a new one that dressed in the same goofy golf pants.

“She really doesn’t waste any time, does she?” he asked.

“No,” I said, my voice pouty and soft.

I turned away, no longer interested in watching Quinn with
the men. My heart pounded as my anxiety increased. I was really worried that Rod
wanted more,
that was why he was here after all….right?

“I love that this is all new to you,” he said sweetly.

I wasn’t sure if he was being sincere, or if he noticed my
discomfort, but it was good to hear regardless.

“You do?” I asked.

“Yes, I feel special to be a part of your experiences…” he
said.

A part? I couldn’t help but wonder what that meant.

His hands were wrapped around my waist and he tugged at me
until my ass loosened its grip on my seat and scooted nearer to his hot body.
The ripples in his arms looked like waves as I traced them with my finger.

He lifted my chin with his thumb, holding my face close to
his. “You’re amazing,” he whispered.

My lips parted, begging him for a kiss. When he leaned in
and his hot breath was drifting over my wet lips, I shivered just as his lips
pressed against me to calm me with his passion.

I felt his tongue push deep into my mouth, gripping my
tongue with long, slow strokes. He sucked onto my tongue, pulling it into his
mouth as his teeth scraped against it, just enough to make me quiver with
pleasure.

His mouth lowered to my neck, nibbling on my sensitive
skin as he let his tongue slide down to my shoulder.

“I want to taste every inch of you…” he said.

I wanted that too. Oh how I wanted that…

He pulled me into him turning me to face away and letting
my back rest against his chest. His mouth continued to nibble on my neck while
his hands explored my breasts from underneath my thin sundress.

“Does that turn you on?” he whispered, pointing towards
the lounge.

I looked past Quinn, who was still happy to be topless
with the two older men. The booth in the back of the lounge was occupied by two
blonde women and a young man. One of the blondes was straddling the man, riding
his cock as the other blonde was caressing her breasts and stroking her between
the legs.

My pussy jumped at the brazenness of the group, forgetting
for a moment where I was. Rod’s hands pulled at my thighs, opening my pussy
wide beneath my panties and letting my juices push out and onto the cotton.

I let out a sigh, but didn’t answer his question. It was
hot, and it did turn me on, but I wasn’t comfortable admitting it…at least not
out loud.

His finger pushed into my panties and immediately found
its home between my pussy lips. He let it slide deep into my hole, making me
moan out against my will.

“God, you’re fucking hot…” he whispered in my ear just
before nibbling the lobe into his mouth for a quick suck.

His free hand slid up to my shoulders, pushing the strings
of my sundress from my skin. As I felt my breasts release into the public, my
pussy throbbed around his finger.

“Ah, you like that…” he whispered.

“Yes,” I admitted.

His hand groped my breasts, one and then the other,
pinching the nipples hard and tugging at the sensitive nubs between his
fingers.

“Oh God, I want to fuck you right here, right now,” he
said.

My heart pounded dramatically in my chest. A part of me
wanted that too, but the larger part said no…no way.

He slid my sundress over my hips, pulling my legs further
apart as another finger made its way inside of my tight warm hole.

“Oh God,” I gasped at the fullness of my pussy.

His thumb circled my clit like a vulture, just waiting to dive
in for the kill at any moment. He had me just where he wanted me. And in that
moment, I was just where I wanted to be.

As his hand tugged at my panties, I watched the blonde
lean back against the table and let out a moan. I knew she was having an orgasm
right there in front of everyone, in front of me, in front of Rod…
Oh God; I
was about to cum…

My legs tightened as he almost got my panties off my ass
cheeks. “No,” I whispered.

“I can’t, not here…” I gasped.

“Ok sweetheart, we can go to my room…” he said sweetly.

I was thankful he was understanding of my fears and
anxieties and hadn’t pushed any further. For the amount he did push me, I was
grateful for that as well, because my pussy was soaked and my nipples so hard
they could cut glass.