Sin at Sea (2 page)

The passenger door opened and she threw her duffle bag in the back seat. It landed next to mine. They were identical bags purchased on our first regroup ten years before soon after we graduated from high school. That was when we became digital nomads…on that trip. We had perfected it. We even had a motto…never settle and never settle down.

The lifestyle, the freedom, the quality time together was perfect for us. We weren’t built for routine and normal lives. As I sat there lost in thought, my cell started to ring, since I had given Kyle a custom ring tone, there was no doubt who it was. I didn’t even need to look at the screen. He had already called three times while I was on the phone with Jolie and before I had even made it out of the parking garage. This was call number five. He was serious. Hell, he was a lawyer; he was paid to be serious.

Knowing that he would simply keep calling, I decided to answer so that Jolie and I could focus on the good stuff. I motioned for her to remain silent. She nodded, her eyes big happy saucers, eager to become a voyeur in my life. It wouldn’t be the first time. I pressed the button on the steering wheel to accept the call. “Kyle, what’s up?”

“Alysin, how could you just leave without trying to talk to me? We’ve been together for two years. I chased you for an entire year before that.” He sounded frantic.

“How could you throw those years away if they meant so much to you?” I asked flippantly. I wasn’t going to waste perfectly good tears on someone so undeserving. Tears were for things like death…and tax audits. Murder of a relationship certainly wouldn’t qualify.

“Baby,” he cooed. “It was a cry for help!” He sounded desperate to explain it all away. That was his job. He was well practiced in it. After all, Raleigh was the hub of the state, home to all government offices. There was plenty of use for a defense attorney of even moderate skill. His skills were many…except fucking. He was pretty lousy. Only, I let feelings get in my way. I learned to fake an orgasm that would have made Meg Ryan proud and had Billy Crystal changing his tighty whiteys. At least I wouldn’t have to do that anymore.

“Well, Kyle, those cries are falling on deaf ears. I just caught you working overtime at the office on your secretary. Did you find a way to make those billable hours? Damn, I hope so. I hope she’s worth it. I hope you two are very happy together…” I just remembered something. “Of course, that could cost you both your jobs…what with that strict fraternization policy and all. Unless you think you can argue that you two weren’t spending time together outside of work. I doubt the partners will feel better about that, considering you two probably left a considerable amount of physical evidence on the very table they have their working lunches on.” I looked over at Jolie. She smirked and offered me a silent high five.

“So…that’s it?” He sounded crestfallen. Clearly, I had managed to crush his pride. I could live with that.

“That’s it.” I prepared to end the call, but he spoke once more.

“Hey, you have to come get your things. You left some things here. Let me know when you’re coming by. We can talk…in person.” He had found something to hope for, to hang on to.

I could fix that. “Kyle, it’s a toothbrush and some thongs. Keep them. Wear them if you want. It’s the only way you are getting back in my panties again.”

After that parting shot, I ended the call. He really couldn’t have anything to say after that any way. Taking a moment, I inhaled deeply, waiting for it to fill me, then exhaled slowly. That was one of my relaxation techniques that I had managed to perfect through the years. I reached out a hand to Jolie, she took it and we laughed for a moment.

It only took a moment for her to break the silence. I knew she would. Jolie is predictable like that, couple that with her curiosity and her need to live vicariously through me…I’d be spilling details in no time.

Sure enough, she had turned in her seat; her short brown pixie cut allowed full view of her face. While her hair color was quite ordinary, she had these big green eyes, a tiny button nose, and small full lips that were really great at kissing. Well, they were on that epic trip ten years ago. It had been a while since I could attest to her skill.

Jolie gave my hand a squeeze before releasing it and voicing her thoughts. “So, where are we going? Any plans yet?” She was practically bouncing in her seat.

I smiled at her. That was the question I had been pondering from the start. “I wanted to be able to think and relax and enjoy some sun.”

She nodded happily. “The world is our oyster. I brought my passport.”

Flipping open my purse beside her, I pulled mine out and said, “Me, too!”

In the end, we decided to go as far away as simply as possible. We drove to a nearby Starbucks to regroup and decide where to go. We were all business working at the table; our laptops had helped us book a cabin on the next Carnival cruise leaving the following afternoon from Charleston, South Carolina. So we were going to sleep in a nice hotel, cuddled together in the king sized bed. We were so exhausted by the time we stopped that we just barely had the energy to strip down before we climbed into bed.

“Panties or completely naked?” Jolie asked, wondering what our dress code was. She smiled at me slyly. Jolie was dying to break in my bi-bone.

As far as I was concerned, our one night of passion ten years ago didn’t count. I was drunk and we were experimenting. I enjoyed it, but that wasn’t my normal choice. I like penetration. I like feeling a man fill me. There is something so hot about being connected like that…if you have feelings for the guy you are connecting with. I had feelings for Kyle, but after having gone years without an orgasm, if Jolie wanted to take my mind off things, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

I looked at her without saying a word, opting instead to show her. Slowly, I opened my long coat to reveal what I wore underneath. She followed my form from the sexy black mules, all the way up my toned legs to the top of my thigh highs. I heard her gasp when she realized that all I wore with it was a black push up bra and a tiny black cotton thong.

She walked around the bed, her eyes already filled with longing. Once she was in front of me, she peeled off her shirt. I smiled when I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but then again, she didn’t really need one. Soon she dropped her jeans to reveal her own black cotton thong.

“Oh, look. We match!” I joked. Only…she silenced me with a kiss. It was a greedy kiss, as though the years of pent up sexual tension between us was finally going to erupt.

“Almost,” she said, as she kissed her way down my neck. As though she had done this a million times, she reached behind me and unhooked my bra. She slid it down my arms and quickly smiled in satisfaction as my boobs bounced freely. She held them in her hands, a warm sensual look on her face. This time, I knew there would be no excuses for me.

“You know I’m not bi,” I said quietly, willing to risk shattering the mood to save our friendship.

“I know,” she said simply, “but you
are
curious and that is enough.” Then she bent her head and began to suck on one nipple while caressing and flicking the other hard nub.

I could feel myself getting wet and uncomfortable with need. Maybe women really did know how to satisfy other women better. It sure seemed that way at the moment. When she pushed me toward the bed seconds later, I was more than happy to comply.

Soon, she had my panties down and her fingers were working their way inside me. It was that gentle come hither motion that had my g-spot responding. My body was shuddering. For the first time in a really long time, I was crying out in excitement, moaning and writhing.

She pulled her hand back and I sobbed. “No…more,” I heard myself beg. That was new. Hell, all of this was new and welcome and so very appreciated. “I need something in me,” I pleaded.

“You’ll have something in you,” Jolie said.

I could tell she felt powerful and in control. Smiling, I let her feel that way. Let her have her moment. That excited her as much as it excited me to have her licking and sucking all around my clit. Then I felt her fingers enter me once more while the licking and sucking continued. It was too much.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had grabbed her head and held her in place, right where I wanted her. Her free hand slid up my flat stomach and found my boob. By now, I was throbbing everywhere. The blessed release that I needed so badly was beginning to take hold. Ah, but I’m not a taker. I give, too. So, I stopped her, released her head and moved until out bodies were parallel.

Soon I was fondling her tits. They were so tiny, such small little nubs. There was just enough nipple for me to wrap my mouth around it and apply pressure. It was so hot getting her all excited.

Really, I had no idea what I was doing. My only advantage was that as a female, I knew what felt good to me. So, I did that to her. I loved having my nipples manipulated and massaged. I loved having my nipples played with licked and sucked. All I did was what I loved having done to me. It worked. How did I know? While I maintained the peace with Kyle all these years by faking orgasms, Jolie didn’t believe in that. She believed in letting the person know, in making them work for it.

Only with her, there was no work. It was shared mutual pleasure. I couldn’t imagine experiencing this with anyone else. Who else would I feel comfortable enough to open myself up to like this? I had yet to meet that man…or woman.

We were grinding our kitties together. Two shaved naked pussies rubbing until we purred in pleasure. Oh, there was pleasure. We each came…I definitely came twice. I may never be able to thank her enough for ending my drought with a double orgasm.

Finally, we fell asleep, all tangled in each other’s arms. There was no way we could stay awake after that. There was no sex marathon. We were completely spent, entirely satisfied. It was just as well; morning and the cruise would come soon enough.

I was halfway through my shower when Jolie decided to join me. While I fully intended to simply shower and get ready for the day, clearly she had other plans. Thankfully, I am flexible…in every way imaginable. Still, considering the time, we had until checkout, I couldn’t relax, couldn’t get too carried away. This was the beauty of our friendship…Jolie recognized it.

“Worried we’re not going to get out of here on time?” She asked after letting my nipple slide out of her mouth.

“You know me. I can’t relax,” I said casually. “Thank you for last night, though. It was…perfect.”

“Well, good. Let me know if you want any perfect moments on the cruise, okay?” She squeezed my ass and hauled me against her lean, wet body.

For the first time in such a long time, everything felt right, like I was headed the right direction, on the right path. We’d have seven uninterrupted days to bond and plan our move. That was what I intended to focus on.