"No, they really don't." Victoria rolled her eyes.
"She looks like Gandalf from
Lord of the Rings
." Jillian scoffed then furrowed her brow. "And what's with that kilt?"
Victoria and Ethan both shrugged and said in unison, "Yeah, they're kilt and stick."
"Please stop calling them that." Jillian winced.
"Why?"
"I don't know…" Jillian said. "Just please stop." Then after a short pause her expression morphed into one of incredible gloom. "Oh, God… Crap."
"What is it?"
"Even…" Jillian groaned, "…
kilt
and stick
have a better sex life than I do."
"Jillian…" frowning, Victoria shook her head, "…
everyone
has a better sex life than you do."
"I know." Jillian exhaled deeply and closed her eyes. "I know."
Victoria forced a perky smile. "But look on the bright side, not everyone can write like you do."
"Yeah, great," the famous author replied sarcastically.
"You want another drink?" Victoria asked.
"No."
"Maybe you and George will get back on track tonight." Ethan put on a hopeful expression.
"Not likely. I can't even find him. Haven't seen him all day."
"We're going dancing again later. You want to go?" Victoria asked.
"No…" Jillian exhaled, "… I think I'm just going to throw myself overboard."
Victoria leaned over to Ethan and whispered in his ear. He returned a wide-eyed affirmative nod as Jillian took a sip of her drink.
"We'll have sex with you if you want," Victoria announced casually.
After choking once, some of Jillian's drink escaped from her mouth and she wiped it with her napkin. "What?"
"We'll, you know…" Victoria motioned with a swirl of her finger to the three of them.
"What— the three of us?" Jillian scoffed.
"Why not? I already knocked one thing off my fantasy list today." Shrugging, Victoria gave her an optimistic look. "I'm up for two."
"Yeah, me too." Ethan took a sip from his drink.
Jillian studied them carefully, her expression unreadable. "That's just—"
"It could be fun," Victoria added.
"Oh, I don't doubt that, but I don't think I could, um, you know…" Suddenly Jillian grimaced. "Wait a second. This is… oh, I'm so pathetic that, that…This is a pity thing, right?"
"Noooo."
"Yeah it is… Let's throw the lonely, unhappily married woman a bone."
"No, I think you're hot," Ethan said.
Jillian studied both of them for a moment shaking her head before placing her hand on Victoria's arm. "Look, I'm flattered… I really am, but I think I'm going to have to pass."
"You sure?" Victoria asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Yeah, somehow I think the world might actually come to an end if we do this. I mean, first you're…" Jillian whispered, "… blowing him underwater and then we're having some sort of wild group sex thing on the high seas." She widened her eyes. "The combination of the two might just be a trigger for the apocalypse."
Victoria chuckled. "Maybe you're right."
After emptying her glass with one last sip, Jillian placed her glass on the table and rose to her feet. "You guys have fun tonight."
"Hang in there Jillian," Victoria said.
"I will." Turning on her heels, she headed out of the bar.
Jillian returned to her cabin and wasn't shocked to find George still missing in action. However, the messy state of the room and the discovery of his soaking wet towel on the floor was a clear indication that he was still somewhere onboard, and he had stopped by to shower and change since she'd last been in the room.
The ship was returning to San Juan the next morning and all passengers were required to place their luggage outside their cabins before midnight. She wasn't surprised at all that her thoughtless husband had left her to deal with his clothing, toiletries, and all his packing. Grumbling, she laid out something for them both to sleep in that night and a change of clothes for the next day then packed everything else and dragged their suitcases to the hallway.
After taking a shower, she crawled into bed and tried to watch a movie. Her eyes were heavy, and minutes later she turned off the television and drifted off to sleep alone in the empty room. George finally returned about an hour later, and Jillian woke to the sounds of him fumbling around in the bathroom. She waited, staring up to the ceiling until she heard the loud sucking sound of the toilet then she turned on her side to face the wall.
She pretended to still be asleep when he climbed into bed next to her. Then letting out a sleepy groan, she turned onto her back. She could feel his eyes on her and heard him take a deep breath. Her hand was at her side, and she felt his fingers brush up against hers. It was electric— his touch, the feel of his fingers on her skin. Tentatively he ran a finger up to her wrist and tingles shot all the way up her arm. She panted and he turned to her, pressing his lips to her mouth.
"Sorry," he whispered breathlessly.
"I'm so sorry too."
She tasted the beer on his breath, and it was sort of sexy. It took her back to the high school parties they would go to together before they would end up in his parent's basement doing it like lunatics.
They each moaned and the heat rose up between them quickly. Rolling on top of her, he kissed her neck as he slipped a hand into her panties and found her soaking wet. She gasped and struggled to reach his penis, but he was too far down from her.
Pushing the covers off his back, he got up on his knees and pulled the panties down her legs. Then he pushed his boxer shorts down his hips before sitting on the edge of the mattress and hurriedly stripping them off.
He moved back over her and quickly directed his erection inside her. The second he filled her, they let out a groan in unison. He pushed himself fully into her and held still as their lips connected once more. He started slowly, moving his hips before picking up speed and driving into her hard. Wrapping her legs around him, she gripped him tightly as she shimmied her hips with his erection lodged deep inside her. They gazed into each other's eyes holding perfectly still. Then he pulled back a little, and they both moaned as a result.
She said, "I love you."
"I love you too." He started pumping furiously inside her as she ran her fingertips over his hips, coaxing him on. She felt the weight of him pressing down on her as he breathed heavily while moving inside her like a man possessed.
Moaning, she gyrated her hips and her eyes widened as she started to close in on an orgasm. "Oh, George."
"Oh… oh… Ahhhh," he cried out loudly before flopping down on top of her and blowing his hot breath all over her neck. His hips bucked once more before he rolled off of her, panting and moaning.
Left mostly unsatisfied and clutching her balled up underwear between her thighs, she waddled to the bathroom and cleaned up. When she returned to the bed, he was already snoring.
Jillian's iPhone buzzed at 8:00 a.m. She tapped the button to turn off the alarm then rolled over, wearing a smile for the first time since she boarded the ship. Placing her hand on George's hairy chest, she ran her fingers through the tufts. "We have to get up."
"What?" he replied sleepily.
"We're one of the early ones off the ship. We have an early flight."
"Oh, okay."
"Last night was fun."
"Yeah, it was." She gave him a smile.
She rolled onto him and nuzzled her face into his chest. "I hate when we fight."
"I do too."
"Let's try to keep going in this direction when we get home."
"I'm all for that."
A little under an hour later, Jillian and George emerged from their cabin carrying their carry-on bags. Jillian checked her watch and cringed. "I really need to do something before we go."
"What?"
"I need to say goodbye to Victoria. Just wait for me by the elevator."
"Okay."
After handing him her bag, she took off down the hall toward the back of the ship then rushed down the steps one floor lower. When she reached Victoria's cabin, she found the door closed and she knocked.
A woman in uniform was in the cabin across the hall and spotted her. She smiled and spoke in a Spanish accent, "Miss Victoria has already left."
"Really?"
"She had an early flight."
"Oh, okay." Disappointed, Jillian headed down the hall and pushed the button for the elevator. When she located George, they made their way down to deck four and waited in the short line with the other passengers who were departing the ship early.
Fifteen minutes later they were in a van heading toward the airport.
Victoria and Ethan's plane arrived in Miami just after noon. She had knocked lightly on Jillian's door at 7:30 a.m. that morning in the hopes that her new friend would already be awake, but when there was no answer and given that her cab was already waiting on the dock, she rushed off the ship. She couldn't believe that neither of them had asked for the other's phone number during the entire trip. She figured tracking down a famous author might not be that hard, that is if she could get around the person who was screening her email.
At just after three in the afternoon, Victoria parked in front of Ethan's house, where he thanked her for the trip before leaning over to kiss her. That one short kiss turned into a longer kiss, which became longer still then eventually led to them pawing at one other for approximately ninety seconds before Victoria finally put on the brakes. She shook her head, flustered. "Wow, you sure you don't want to come over later?"
"No, I should really spend some time at home. It was my brother's birthday yesterday."
"Okay. Well, tell him I said happy birthday."
"I will." He placed his hand atop hers. "Can I call you tomorrow?"
"You better." She smiled.
He climbed out of the car then pulled his bag from the back seat and closed the door. They exchanged smiles and waves before she rode away.
Seven hours later and less than three miles away, Jillian and George had been home for a few hours already. While she unpacked he ran out for some groceries and returned home with a pizza for dinner. After their meal, he was downstairs watching Sports Center and enjoying a beer while she was up taking a relaxing bath and sipping a glass of wine.
After a ten minute soak, she climbed out of the tub, dried off then stood gazing at her nude body in the mirror. She grimaced as she poked a finger around her slightly pouty belly then turned at an angle to get a good look at her rear end. Nodding half-heartedly, she felt it was still holding up for the most part, but she knew she could certainly do a little better.
She vowed to start first thing tomorrow by working out again and also watching what she ate. She planned to ask George if he wanted to set a goal himself and join her in this new fitness quest. Maybe they could even start playing tennis together again like they did years ago, back when they were actually happy. She wasn't really sure why they stopped, but the decline in their relationship seemed to coincide with them no longer playing together.
Placing her hands under her breasts, she lifted them up and smiled. Although not huge, she was always happy with them. They were nicely shaped. The nipples weren't too large or too small and the whole breast package looked good on her frame. She smiled before she turned away from the mirror and hung her towel on the bar.
Entering the bedroom, she opened up her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of hi-cut panties. Her thoughts immediately went to Victoria and she giggled as she pulled them on.
Opening a lower drawer, she took out a pair of pajamas and held them to her chest as a naughty grin spread over her face. After tossing the pajamas on the bed, she slipped the large panties off her hips and kicked them across the room then marched out to the hall.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard the sports program blasting out of the television and rolled her eyes. Normally she would yell down for him to lower the volume, but that wasn't her plan. Not today anyway.
She waltzed into the great room, bare-ass naked and spotted George sitting on the sofa. His eyes lit up the instant he saw her. "Jillian, what are you doing?"
Without replying, she grabbed the remote from the coffee table, pointed at the television and clicked it off.
He placed his beer on the table and watched wide-eyed as she knelt down in front of him. There she went to work on his zipper without uttering a sound while he squirmed a little and wore a slightly confused smile.