Second Chances--Part 5--Thursday (FF, MF)
Renae woke slowly, in spite of the mid morning light entering the gap in the drapes. She stretched out across the bed, disappointed to find herself alone. Brian must have gotten up early for his workout--but there was something nagging her mind. Allison. The thought gradually dawned on her; they'd be docking in St. Thomas soon, and Brian was planning to go ashore without her, and Allison...petite, vivacious, intriguing Allison, would be paying her a visit. So many mixed feelings to wake to! For three days, Brian had been filling her heart, and her body, with his entire being. She'd gone from being the flirtatious aggressor to the besotted lover in what seemed like an instant--and now she was responding to the flirtations of another young woman--and Brian would let her! Last night they'd found the young bartender in her usual place, greeting them warmly as always, yet perhaps somewhat more eagerly, perceiving that Renae was responding to her invitation to a brief affair. There had been both awkwardness and assurance in triangulating Brian into the flirtation. Was he an observer? A participant? Her protector? Adding to the strangeness was the knowledge that Allison was, at least officially, putting her job at risk with this. On one hand, it heightened Renae's excitement, feeling desired to a still greater degree, but on the other, it forced the conversation to be indirect and vague, for the sake of others who might overhear. She thought several times to herself that in another setting, if it were only her, she would be pursuing the affair wholeheartedly--but now that she had let Brian into her heart, it all felt much more complicated. 

In the end it was decided that Allison would come to visit her in their cabin at about 12:30--and that whatever course things followed after that, would be conducted in the privacy and safety of that room. Once again their hands brushed together and their eyes locked as they said goodnight. Her heart picked up speed, her stomach fluttered, and her pussy clenched. The desire was clearly there...

Back in the cabin, she had tried her best to express all of this to Brian--how she feared that it might pull them apart just as they were beginning to learn about each other, her worry that he might perceive her differently, or love her less in the end. He held her and listened, and confessed his own doubts, yet weighed them against his trust and admiration of her. "Ultimately", he said, "it's a question of what your gut says to do. And I don't want you to leave this ship with a regret that you hadn't taken a chance to pursue your desire."
"My gut is uneasy...but a little lower than that, another part of me really wants this."
He laughed. "I love those parts...and if I'm honest, well, it really turns me on to think of the two of you together, watching you exploring another woman's body, hearing you moan with her..."
"Oh my...so my fulfilling a fantasy fulfills one for you as well? Better be careful what you wish for...I might get hooked and want to seduce another woman someday."
"I know. I'm getting spoiled. Being with you already is completing fantasies I hadn't known I had. I'll be sorry to miss this."
"Hmm...maybe I'll have to find a way to include you in the next one..."
"Oh god..."
"You have no idea how naughty I can be. This isn't my first time with a girl, you know. I'll tell you all about it, someday, OK?"
"I can't wait..." His erection swelled against her, but he just held her closely in his strong arms until she drifted off to sleep. She felt that she had dreamed, but nothing remained in her memory of it, and now the day was here...it felt like a test of her love for Brian. She stretched again, trying to inhale and exhale slowly, trying to feel each part of her body...her back and shoulders sinking into the mattress, her toes curling and relaxing, her breath in...and out..., blood pumping from her heart to her head, to her stomach, to her groin...swelling...omigod... 'Just stay in the moment, just stop and listen...' Whatever happened, she knew she would be safe.  
When Brian returned, he pulled her out of bed and into the shower with him. He spent a long time tenderly washing her from neck to toes, caressing her intimately. "I adore you, Renae..." he murmured. 
"I feel like you're preparing me for something...to give me away as a ritual sacrifice..."
"Ah yes...the virgin carefully prepared to be cast into the volcano."
Renae laughed. She was grateful for how it broke the tension. "The volcano will be very disappointed to find out that I'm far from virginal."
"Umm...but the fiery-haired priestess will accept the sacrifice, and there will be MANY pleasurable eruptions to follow, I'm sure."
"Oh Brian...you're making me excited..."
"Just more preparations for the volcano priestess's pleasure...and for my sacrificial not-quite-a-virgin." He stood up and kissed her firmly. 
"What are you going to do?" 
"Wander around St. Thomas, I guess. Buy a present for Emily, maybe call her, sit at a bar and drink rum, probably..."
"Don't miss the ship! Allison said that there were a bunch of people who got left in St. Maarten yesterday because they didn't get back in time."
"I won't...believe me, I can't wait to get back to you." With that, he shut off the shower and began patting her dry once again. He dressed quietly as she brushed out her hair and put on shorts and a casual tank top. "We have time for brunch, if you want..."
"Yes, let's..."
They wandered up to the buffet, finding a table in the outdoor lido deck where they could watch the preparations for mooring. He ate heartily, finally able to take advantage of the variety of the brunch buffet--but she picked nervously at a plate of fruit.
"OK?"
"I guess so...yes. Just wondering if I'll really go through with this..."
"I'm betting that you do. Once you're alone with her, talk a little, pick up where you've had to break off the last two nights..."
"What are you envisioning?"
"Kissing...touches...it won't be long before you're unleashing your natural passion..."
She blushed. "And that's what you want me to do?"
"Of course...I want you to be pleased. And if for some reason it doesn't seem right, well, I know that the two of you will act accordingly."
"When you put it that way...that would be disappointing..."
"Good. You do want this."
They finished their meals quietly, then rose and walked back to the cabin. Brian gathered a few things, embraced her, and turned to leave.
"Come back to me soon, lover..." she whispered after him.
"I wouldn't miss it."

Brian felt pensive as he disembarked. The pier was crowded with peddlers, steel drum bands, and reggae musicians. He headed for the main shopping district and browsed half-heartedly. He picked through a rack of bright tropical print sundresses, finding a colorful red one that he thought would suit Emily, and then a vivid blue one for Renae. Somehow in the haggling with the vendor he ended up with a third one for a bit more money and decided to choose one that he thought would fit Steph's fuller bosom. 'I am SO bad at this...' he muttered to himself, but figured that the thought was what counted more importantly. Shopping finished, he sought out a beachside bar where he could try to relax and take his mind off of what might be happening back on the ship. Two mojitos in, he ordered some jerk chicken and a third mojito. What time would it be back home now? He calculated that Emily might be on her lunch break and texted her to call if available. Soon his phone vibrated and her chirpy voice rang out. "So, you haven't fallen overboard or been stranded on a desert island after all!"
He laughed. "No. Just haven't had much time to just sit in a port with decent cell coverage until today. How are things?"
"Just fine. Normal. Boring. How about you? Most importantly, are you having fun? Making friends?"
"Yes, I guess you could say that. I hope my liver survives, though...drinking more than usual."
"Good. That's what vacation is for. Getting sun? Finding cute girls in bikinis to look at?"
"Umm hmm...and some without, even. You know that beach you told me about in St. Maarten..."
"Oh Daddy! So naughty! Any of them follow you home?"
He didn't know how best to answer that, and decided to be vague. "Well I was there with some other people from the ship, so..."
"So..."
Shit. She wasn't going to let him off. "Well, yeah, I've met some people. One in particular that has consented to spend a lot of time with me..."
"Now we're talking! Are you going to dish details, or just leave it to my imagination?"
Now she had him. He knew what she was likely to imagine. "Well, she's...nice. Smart. Pretty. Fun to talk to. Kind..."
"Aww, Dad. That's great. And...? Spending any tropical nights with you?"
"Oh alright, yes. Nights, and days. She's really lovely in every way, dear."
"Are you bringing her home?"
"That remains to be seen. Shipboard romance, you know. She's from Ohio. and well..." He backed off from the big reveal. Better hold off on that.
"Well what?"
"You don't need to know everything, you know."
"OK OK. I'm happy for you, really. And if it lasts I'll find out when you see fit to tell me, just like with Steve."
"Well maybe not like with Steve. I hope you don't meet her for the first time coming out of my shower, butt-naked. On the other hand, she's a lot prettier naked than Steve..."
She laughed. "Oh Dad! So what does she do for a living?"
Shit. He paused and stuttered a bit. "Well...right now she's...she's a student. A GRADUATE student. Getting an MBA." Whew. Maybe that would throw her off the age thing.
"Impressive. So is she returning to school as a life change or what?"
"Maybe you should wait and let her tell you her life story someday, if it comes to that. It's really not mine to tell."
"OK. I get it. Well, enjoy yourself, and give her a hug and a kiss from me--for making my Daddy happy. That's the main thing, yes?"
"Right. Love you hon. See you next week sometime."
"Love you. See you. Bye!"
He still wasn't sure that she'd be ok with this if she knew Renae's age, but it lifted his heart to hear her excitement for him. Maybe he was on the right track after all. He still had a couple of hours to kill though. Best not just sit here drinking. He knew there was a panoramic overlook somewhere above the town...maybe get a cab to take him up. One was easily hailed and wound him through the streets to a place where he overlooked the harbor and its cruise ships far below. After taking a few snapshots, he picked out theirs from the others. Counting decks and windows, he speculated which cabin was his, picturing what might be going on there now. What if they hadn't hit it off and Renae was hurt or upset? What if they hit it off too well, and she didn't want him anymore? The latter seemed more likely to him somehow. He forced himself to think of the things they'd said to each other last night. Surely that wasn't just a passing fancy, was it? He turned back to his cab--"Thanks--I got the view I wanted, let's head back".

Last call for boarding was 4:30 PM for the 5:00 departure. Renae laid nervously in Brian's bed in the darkened cabin, awaiting his return. What if he missed the ship? Would he blame her for sending him off alone? Had he had second thoughts? Would he send her away? The electronic lock buzzed , the door slowly opened and he slipped in quietly. "Renae?" he whispered.
"Yes! I'm here. I was worried you wouldn't make it!"
"Sorry--I've been on board for almost an hour, just killing time. I um...didn't want to interrupt anything. Is everything alright?"
"Oh Brian...you have no idea..." she smiled, "but get in here with me and I'll feel even more right. Clothes off!"
He grinned and stripped down to slide between the sheets next to her nude body. Enthusiastically she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a long kiss. "That's from me...and this..." kissing him deeply and thrusting her tongue against his, "...is from Allison".
"Mmm...and is that? Is that a little taste of Allison for me, too?"
Renae laughed. "She told me to make sure to not to wash my face until you got back." She kissed him again, rubbing her mouth and chin over his lips and nose. "Do you like that sweet pussy juice smell?"
He rubbed his hardened cock against her leg as proof. "I do..."
"Oh so did I! My god Brian, she was so GOOD! But do you know what?" He shook his head. "I like your DICK best of all. I need your dick. Inside me. Now."
Brian could only moan as she rolled onto her back, reaching for his cock to pull him on top of her. Her legs spread open to receive him, and he quickly found her target. "Yes! Oh Brian--fill me up again. Take me back to be yours." He let instinct take over and soon was driving into her, pounding her against the bed. She squealed with each thrust, calling out her pleasure, begging him to fill her. Soon he was groaning and releasing his seed into her as she convulsed around him, and they collapsed gasping against each other.
"Unh...was it like that with her?"
"Part of it. I was so nervous at first. I decided to wait in my underwear and robe. She showed up in her swimsuit--'Deniability', she said--oh she also brought us vouchers for free drinks, and a bottle of champagne--it was a 'Customer Service Call' after all." Renae laughed. "Boy did I get serviced!"
"Tell me..."
"Well, we just sat down on the bed and she approached it slowly. I think she knew that I was hesitant. She leaned against the headboard and had me sit in front of her, between her legs..." 
Brian sat up and positioned himself against the head of the bed, beckoning her to him. "Like this?"
"Yes...and she pushed down the robe and started stroking and kissing my neck. That didn't take long to get me over my nervousness! I undid my bra and she took it off and started squeezing my nipples..." Brian reached for her breasts. "...and I leaned my head back and we kissed. Oh God did we kiss! By then I was so hungry for her, and she was ready to devour me too. Somewhere along the way there she pulled off her top and I turned and started sucking on her nipples--she's almost flat, but those nips!--and she got her hands into my panties. I squirmed out of them and that's how I had my first orgasm, with her reaching around and fingering me while I tongued her nipples. After that explosion we laid down together and I got her bottom off and we kissed some more and explored some more until she asked me to go down on her. I didn't need persuasion. She keeps her pussy totally bare...oh God, Brian...so slippery and juicy and yummy. I licked and sucked and fingered her to at least two orgasms before she pulled me back up to her face. She fingered me and sucked on my tits and I just wanted her whole body touching mine, but pretty soon she was going down on me, too.  Ohmigod...I was practically screaming. I had to cover my face with a pillow so I wouldn't scare anyone! I mean, God, Brian, your tongue is amazing, but hers...well, hers is like...i don' t know...like not even a part of her...a living being all by itself...my God, the way it snaked around my clit...fuck. I don't know how many orgasms I had before I had to make her stop. And then we just laid together and talked for awhile...so relaxed...she told me more about her job, her relationship with her 'boyfriend'--who's actually gay, by the way--and she asked me things about you...and how I feel about you...it was almost like a therapy session...with sex. Therapy sex. She should start a business..." Her voice trailed off and she turned to nuzzle into his chest. He slumped down so they were lying together again and stroked her neck and back. "It was nice. After awhile we were just two friends, relaxed together. I asked if she wanted to fuck some more...but she just kissed me and shook her head...and I agreed. It was a 'Moment', and we both were content to stay in it. So we held each other for awhile, kissed, and she got dressed and left. And that's how you found me."
"And so glad I did... So what was the part about the boyfriend being gay?"
"Oh--well she discovered several months ago that he had a bit of a thing for underage boys that he was struggling with, and they agreed to pair up to keep each other out of trouble. With her flat chest--and a strap-on!--she plays Boy for him, sucks him off regularly, takes him in her ass, fucks him in his, and he covers for her with her little dalliances like me. She says she cares for him, too, but she knows it's not a long term thing, that it's just been a relationship of convenience for them, but...relationships are weird, aren't they?"
Brian nodded. "Like ours, you mean?"
She frowned. "No...we're just...unique." She giggled. "OK--we're weird. Just in our own way. I mean what kind of girl hooks up with a 20 year age difference, falls in love, and then immediately has a one-day stand with a hot bisexual bartender? Hmm?"
He smiled at her. So full of life and so...oh fuck it...sexy and lovable and adorably cute...not weird at all. "No. Not weird. Unless...unless being HAPPY is weird." She beamed at him and pulled him back into a long embrace. 

A few minutes later, the cabin's phone trilled. "Who could that be?" Brian struggled out of Renae's embrace to answer. "Oh, hi Phil...did you need Renae? No...well, sure. We'd love to have dinner with you two again." He looked at Renae, who nodded her agreement. 8? The French gourmet restaurant? Fancy. OK. We'll be there." He grinned. "OK I'll tell her."
"Tell me what?"
"Stephanie said you needed to put some clothes on."
"Ha--she was probably still trying to get another round out of Phil before dinner."
"Is that what you need?"
"Mmmm. No...I'm satisfied. For now. But come back here and kiss me some more..."

An hour later, showered and dressed in their best, they made their way into the cozy private restaurant. "I really should have brought another dress," complained Renae. I didn't think I'd be eating formally so often."
"That's OK--you look lovely in it. And it doesn't stay on you that long when you wear it!"
She swatted his butt. "You're so naughty. I might have to start resisting more..."

Stephanie and Phil were already at the table, laughing uproariously about something. Phil looked embarrassed. "What did we miss?" Phil shook his head and beckoned to Steph to speak.
"Well I don't know where YOU two have been all day, but before we went to the beach we were having breakfast early by the pool, and Will found us. He was unbelievably polite--asked if we knew where you...both of you...were, but that he was really, really sorry about the other night, and wanted to apologize to both of you and understood if you didn't want to hear any of it. So I told him I wasn't sure where you were, or even what deck you were staying on, but I'd tell you, and he just went away. Oh, and what was weird about it was that he was dressed up at like 9 AM...not formal, but smart casual I guess...so then Phil and I went ashore and spent the day at the beach..."
Phil took over. "...and when we got back, I had to stop in to our cabin--Will's and mine-- to pick up another change of clothes. It was pitch dark inside, of course, so we walked in and I turned on the lights. Will's there in bed and he moans and squints...you know...because I'm suddenly shining light in his face...but he's got a woman snuggled up under his arm...and she's like, 'what's the matter, sweetie?' and is waking up to look at us. And I'm thinking like 'Well, damn, Will did manage to get laid' and trying to excuse myself and hurry up and find my stuff and get the hell out of there. And then there's this other voice...I thought it was just like pillows behind him...there's another woman on the other side under the covers! And I'm just standing there with my mouth open and she sits up and smiles at us...quite nude, by the way...they all were...and says 'Oh hi...you must be Phil.'"
Steph started laughing again. "Oh honey, your face. If you only could have seen yourself." He blushed.
Renae giggled and kissed Brian on the cheek. "I guess lots of people are getting to have adventures today..."
"And what do you mean by that?" asked Steph.
"Later..." Renae replied coyly. "So who were the lucky ladies? Not our girls I imagine..."
"Nope. I've seen these two hanging around together, but don't know who they are. Older though...like thirty-ish..."
Brian groaned. "Oh no..."
"What?"
"Umm...I think your friend Will may be the proud new owner of an Avonlea franchise...."
"PPPfttt!" Steph snorted. "Omigod...that explains the outfit..."
Renae fell on Brian laughing. "Oh god. You're right. Oh well. More power to him. In love and business. Let's burn this champagne voucher and toast to that."
Phil grinned nervously. Brian felt that something else must be going on here. "No, umm, really--actually, I already ordered some for us. Here it comes now..."
"Wow. How many waiters does it take to bring out one bottle of champagne?" Steph asked, watching the four formally dressed men march toward them. One carried a bucket of ice, one the bottle of wine, the third a plate of canapes, and the last one a tray of 4 glasses. The wine was shown to Phil, who nodded ceremoniously before the sommelier carefully popped the cork, poured it into the glasses, and placed the remainder on ice. The canapes were placed carefully in the middle of the table and the group stepped back to allow the sommelier to whisper a question in Phil's ear. He nodded his head toward Steph, much to her puzzlement, and the flutes of champagne were placed in front of Brian, Renae, and Phil first before the fourth glass was set carefully in front of Steph. Immediately she flushed and started crying. "Oh. Oh no...oh my..."
Phil stood, and carefully as he could, lowered himself to one knee next to her. "Stephanie..." His voice broke. "I've been thinking...a lot...about how..." He choked off a sob. "...how much I love you and..."
"Oh God YES, Phil! YES." Steph's face was bright red, her eyes brimming with tears. "Oh yes...just shut up and marry me." She slid down out of her chair to join Phil on the floor, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him passionately in full view of everyone, causing an outburst of applause from around the dining room. Brian turned to look at Renae, her face beaming joyfully as tears coursed down her cheeks. He grinned broadly. So many happy people. And finally, he was happy too.
The waiters broke into a serenade before they left the table, and Phil and Steph sheepishly stood up and waved at the other diners, mouthing 'thank yous' in between kisses. Finally the excitement died down and they returned to their chairs, though Steph wouldn't let go of Phil's hand. Phil tried with his one free hand to untie the ribbon that bound the modest diamond solitaire to the stem of her glass, finally releasing it to slide it on to her finger. Brian lifted his glass and Renae followed suit. "I know that you didn't actually get to finish your question earlier, but I...WE..." locking eyes with Renae, "...just want to...wish you every blessing for your lives together. Congratulations, Phil and Stephanie!"
"Congratulations. And we LOVE you!" echoed Renae. Glasses were lifted and clinked together around the room as Phil and Steph blushed and beamed. Renae touched her glass to Brian's and leaned in to kiss him. "And I love you, too." she whispered. Brian smiled, then reached over to Phil to shake his hand as Renae stood to throw her arms around Stephanie, who was still shaking with joy and trying to fan herself back into composure. Unfortunately, every time she looked back at Phil he choked up and she fell apart again. After this happened half a dozen times, it devolved into giggles and laughter, and Steph finally excused herself to the ladies' room, dragging Renae along. Phil sat stunned, trying to catch his breath, only to begin hiccuping.
"Waiter--something stronger for my young friend here. Glenlivet 12 with a dash of Drambuie. And one for me, too."
Phil laughed and nodded with gratitude. "Oh man......I may never recover from this..."
"You did good. Every woman in this room is now looking at their husband or boyfriend and wishing they would do something that romantic. And every man is secretly mad at you...and insanely jealous at your good fortune." The Rusty Nails arrived and Phil sipped at it gingerly. 
"Wow."
"I know, right? Nothing like good Scotch to make a great moment better." Brian smiled at his young friend. "Now the hard work begins..."
The ladies soon returned, radiant with happiness, and they finally got around to drinking their champagne and starting in on the canapes. "Crap--I'm hungry!" exclaimed Renae. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast." Well, nothing except pussy, she thought to herself with a sly smirk at Brian. He just grinned back. Naughty man--he'd thought it too. She smoothed out the napkin in her lap and reached under the table to stroke at his crotch. Yep--he was thinking it. She gave him a quick squeeze and returned her attention to the menu. They all ordered extravagantly, and ate and drank heartily. Still she kept up a steady attack of flirtation with him, stroking his calf with her foot and whispering naughty ideas in his ear as they considered dessert options. She laughed at how oblivious Steph and Phil seemed to be to her staring at Brian and licking suggestively at her spoon while she savored her chocolate mousse. Surprisingly, though, no one hurried through dessert, or coffee, or after dinner drinks. Both couples were content to relax and enjoy the afterglow of their emotions. They even decided to take a stroll together on the promenade, pausing to watch the waves and stars pass.

Once they'd finally excused themselves to their own cabin, though, the pent up emotions were ready to burst forth. Their elevator was crowded, and slow, stopping on every deck. Renae pressed her body back against him, and he responded by pulling her more tightly into his hard cock and breathing hotly into her ear. Back in the cabin, he pressed her face first against the wall and gnawed on the nape of her neck as he stripped off her dress. Left in only her panties and heels, he lifted her abruptly and tossed her onto the bed, where she lay across the bed, smiling, arms and legs open to him, breathing heavily and staring at him as he removed his clothes. Her chest was flushed, hair mussed, and nipples swelling. Naked, he fell on her and began devouring her breasts. He kissed and licked and sucked at them, pulling the panties down to clutch at her ass.  He toyed with her cotton-clad mound, then pulled them down over her ankles, spread her legs and buried his face in her dripping pussy.  She writhed, and moaned and surged under his tongue, and his cock swelled and hardened as she cried out her pleasure. Finally he had climbed over her and taken her, thrusting and pounding into her willing flesh as she clawed at his back and screamed his name until his whole body convulsed and he once again poured hot seed into her depths. Gasping, they held tightly to each other as the arousal receded, caressing and kissing any place they could reach on the other.
"I feel so lucky right now," he whispered.
"We're both lucky. I never would have expected this from this trip. You really are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"I'm glad you think so. If you hadn't bumped into me, or followed me to the margarita tasting and into this room..." He felt his voice catch. "I don't want to imagine what life could turn out like without you..."
"Oh Brian...you...you make me feel so precious..."
"You are. Not many young women would take on an old man like me and succeed in making me young, making me feel that I could have a fresh start. I want you to be my fresh start, Renae. I know you said 'no relationship', and I'd never demand one, but...well, I'm _offering_ you one. If you're willing to have me."
"I'm willing. I'm willing to offer one, too. Even if I can't see exactly what it will look like beyond Sunday..." She kissed him. "...but you have me now."