Double Balcony (FF) 

The private message took Lydia by surprise. She'd replied to some of biojen's threads on the Cruise Fan bulletin board in the past, and might even have considered her even kind of a "friend"--as far as that meant anything on the anonymous forum--but she was rarely so involved in the banter that anyone tried to reach her offline. Had her post last night sounded that desperate? She'd been pretty bummed out, and was admittedly a bit heavily into the vino...oh God..had she been drunk-texting? Quickly she looked over her posting history. There it was...well, not that awful, but she might not have rambled so much if she'd been sober...lamenting that she'd been laid off yesterday, and it was now too late to cancel her scheduled cruise without losing the deposit as well, but if she couldn't cover the rent on top of needing to spend time job searching should she really be spending the extra money on the cruise and oh damn she needed this time away for herself since her mother died and she'd put off so much in her life caring for her and she wouldn't trade her last months with mom for anything but dammit... Shit. That did sound maudlin. She clicked open the PM. 

"Dear libby78--I'm really sorry you've had such a tough week. Anyway, I just wanted to offer to help in a practical way. Bottom line--I just got a free upgrade to a balcony, and I wondered if you were interested in sharing? I'm cruising alone otherwise anyway. You could probably apply your deposit and not have to pay much more. I know it's kind of forward, but think about it...you seem like a nice person in your postings and all. I just felt that, well, if I could offer *something* to make a difference, I should. I hope you can still come on the cruise. 

You've mentioned before that you live in Tampa. I'm a grad student at FSU, so if you wanted to arrange a meetup in person, we could have lunch or something halfway next weekend. My real name is Jenelle Douglas. You can see my department profile at our lab website, if you want, too. I'll send you a phone number if you want to connect. --Jenelle (biojen)"

Well, if nothing else, now she at least had to reply to let the group know that she was OK. She'd joined the site when she was researching cruises, and found most folks pleasant and helpful. Some seemed to cruise several times a year and had definite opinions about individual ships and destinations and whatnot, but she had been learning a lot from them, and her excitement about the week afloat had been building ever since. Mom had encouraged her to book the cruise--but she had seriously overestimated the value of her estate, especially after all of the medical bills had been paid. It was going to be a stretch, even if she still had had a job. And the rest was all true. She was lonely, burned-out, and had neglected building a life for herself in Tampa. Her social contacts had been limited to Mom's fellow retirees--nice people for the most part, but she wasn't really into the daily card games and discussions of golf and distant grandkids. And dating...well that was an extremely distant memory. She'd been asked out a couple of times by Mom's real estate agent, but there hadn't been much chemistry there. She'd thought about moving back to Michigan, but most of her college friends had dispersed across the country, and from what she saw on Facebook, they were pretty wrapped up in their own husbands and kids. So here she was, 32 years old and basically ready to audition for "The Golden Girls". 

Speaking of Facebook--she wondered if biojen--Jenelle--might be on there too. There she was. So, she kept her public profile to a minimum--good judgment there--but did list herself as a biologist and student at Florida State. She googled her name and the department, and found her picture listed under "Jenelle R. Douglas, Ph.D. Candidate, Developmental Biology". She looked like a nice young woman, if you could judge that from a standard professional portrait. Her webpage had a video of fluorescent zebrafish--what did that have to do with anything?--and a list of articles she had published. The words were unfamiliar to any recollection she had from the Intro Biology she took in her first year at Eastern. Still, everything so far appeared to be on the up-and-up. She switched back to Facebook and clicked on the Add as Friend button, then back to the Cruise Fan board. 

"Dear Jenelle--What a lovely offer! I'm still not sure if I can accept, but thank you for your generosity. And thank you for caring. My name is Lydia Carlisle, I'm 32, single, and as you know, a recently laid-off account manager. I sent you a friend request on Facebook (at least I assumed it was you!). BTW--pretty fish--though I have NO idea what that's all about! :-) Perhaps you can brush up your "Developmental Biology for Dummies" talk for lunch next Sunday? Or is Saturday better? Again--thanks for caring. --libby." 

Both replies came quickly for a Saturday morning. Jenelle must have been at her computer already. A Saturday in the lab, Lydia supposed. A Facebook message, the exchange of phone numbers, and the setting of a date for lunch in Gainesville a week hence. Lydia called the cruise line and found it would be surprisingly easy to cancel her inside single and apply her deposit to her share of Jenelle's stateroom. She'd even come out a few dollars ahead. Well, she'd treat Jenelle to a pina colada or two then! 

The next Sunday, Lydia set out toward Gainesville, easily locating the Denny's on I-75. It was a busy place, what with the church-brunch crowds, so she was glad she had gotten there early to get a place in line. She had just gotten seated and was working on a cup of coffee when she saw the battered VW Jetta pull up. More good judgment, Lydia thought--she'd brought escorts, a young couple about her age. Lydia waved at them as they entered the restaurant, and introductions were made. Ron and Lisa Jansen were friends from FSU, recently married, and also booked on the same cruise as a delayed honeymoon. The four chatted amiably, especially once they discovered their common roots in the North. Jenelle and Lisa had been undergraduate roommates at Toledo, and Ron hailed from Kalamazoo. Lydia and Ron found they shared the same intense dislike for anything having to do with the University of Michigan, sentiments easily echoed by Jenelle, having been born and raised in Columbus. By the time they finished breakfast, Lydia had no doubts that she could feel comfortable around Jenelle and her friends, though she still felt quite unaccomplished in her life compared to them. In any case, she let Jenelle know that she would happily accept the cabin-sharing offer, and in return wanted her, and her friends, to feel welcome to use her home as a base for the night before sailing. Jenelle accepted, and just two weeks later arrived to begin their adventure at sea. 

Boarding and finding their cabins was everything Libby had expected. They checked out the buffet and pool, dealt with the inevitable lifeboat drill, and took a spot at their balcony rail to watch the Sunshine Skyway bridge pass overhead. The sea was moving with a gentle swell as they entered the open Gulf. She and Jenelle were pleased to see that there was a nicemix of families and young singles, as well as the grey-haired retirees she'd expected. She felt a moment of sadness that her mother would never join her on a trip like this, but decided that she was watching in spirit, and reminded herself of Mom's admonitions to move forward. That was what this would be then--Bon Voyage old life...time to start a new adventure. 

For their first day at sea, the young women decided that their first sea day would be spent entirely on the pool deck. They donned their skimpiest swimsuits and light coverups and had filled up on the generous buffet brunch, then headed out to into the sun. The experience wouldn't be complete without something fruity and rummy with an umbrella in it, Libby thought, and happily sipped on her first such beverage while taking in the sights. Soon the ever-solicitous waiter had been back for a second, and a third round. Her eyes grew heavy and she rolled over onto her stomach and dozed off. Jenelle went for a dip, met up with Ron and Lisa, and headed off to play some blackjack in the casino. She was back in their cabin when Libby staggered in on the arm of a steward. 

"Is this your cabin, Miss?" Libby nodded and stumbled toward the bed. Jenelle thanked the steward, who waved off her offered tip, then turned to tend to her roommate. 

"Oh my gosh, Lib! You really got baked!"

"In more ways than one. I know. I've got a hell of a sunburn, and I'm really not feeling so good right now..."

"Look, lie down and let me put some aloe gel on it. Do you have some tylenol or something?"

"Advil."

"Probably better given how much you had to drink. How many did you have, anyway?" 

"I don't know...he just kept coming by, and I kept drinking them. Four that I remember...but...ugh." The room was spinning now. She hoped she wasn't going to get sick, though maybe it would be better if she did. 

"Aw Libby... You'd better drink some water. You'll be dehydrated, too." Libby complied and laid down prone on her bed. "It would help if you'd get out of your suit, girl." Libby reached behind herself and undid her top, tossing it to the side. The clean sheets felt cool against her skin as she moaned into the pillow. "OK, hon. This might feel cold at first." Jenelle began rubbing the cooling gel over angry red patches of skin broken by the glaring white stripes where her top had been. Libby squirmed at the first touch, but sighed and moaned as the aloe soothed the burning. "Not to be too intimate here, but it would probably be best if you took off the bottom as well so I can cover the back of your legs. It really looks painful down in those creases." Libby just grunted and pushed one side of her suit down. Jenelle took that as assent and pulled it the rest of the way off, then spread the gel up and down each leg and deeply into the creases between thigh and buttock. The angry red sunburn looked all the worse contrasting with her pale bottom. Libby spread her legs slightly more and hummed happily as Jenelle's hands stroked her inner thighs. "Nope--sorry, girl, I'm hoping you won't remember this conversation tomorrow, but I'm really not here to take advantage of you." She finished spreading the aloe across Libby's reddened lower back, touched up the neck and shoulders, and covered her lightly with a sheet. "I'll check in on you through the evening. Try to stay on your stomach so you don't choke if you do barf, OK?" Libby grunted slightly and Jenelle finished changing for dinner. 

She kept her word and checked back every couple of hours that evening to make sure Libby was still breathing comfortably. She enjoyed the dinner, show, and dancing with Ron and Lisa. But since her escorts were excusing themselves early to go do what young married folks do, she decided the best defense against becoming a target of advances from single men would be to retire early. She stopped at the bar for a vodka tonic to go, then headed quietly back to the cabin. Libby still hadn't moved, but she was breathing, and hadn't been sick. Poor girl. Probably a hell of a headache tomorrow. She thought about checking the TV for a movie or something, but felt uncomfortable about making noise. She stripped out of her clothes and pulled on some loose shorts and a tank top, picked up her drink and stepped onto the balcony to watch the Caribbean slip past in the moonlight. It was a romantic scene, lacking only a lover to share it with. She sighed. She imagined Ron and Lisa enjoying their lovemaking bathed in moonlight. Then she thought of Sarah, how she'd booked this cruise a year ago in a vain attempt to keep them together. Silly idea--as if she could compete with a full ride to Georgetown law school. As if she *should* compete. Staying together would have merely prolonged the pain. Anyway, she was just a diversion and stress relief for Sarah's driven career pursuits. If they hadn't broken up then, it would have happened a year later during law school, or a bit later in the pursuit of a partnership. Jenelle had found some consolation in her research, but unlike Sarah, she wanted more. She wanted a life outside of her career. Her advisor encouraged her to take this break, to relax and be refreshed. She was looking forward immensely to communing with some fish recreationally on her snorkeling excursions. She leaned back in the lounge and sipped her drink, feeling the vodka warm her mouth. She let her muscles relax as the soft breeze tickled her exposed skin. There was a steady hum of ship noise--a balcony door opening above her, a murmured conversation a few balconies forward, laughter and music from the deck far above--but beneath them all she could hear the sea rushing by. She keyed in on that sound and let her thoughts drift...it would be lovely to feel a lover's arms around her again. She thought of how smooth Libby's skin had felt under her hands. She visualized them sliding across her back, along the side of her heavy breasts. Oh my. Libby did have a very nice pair. Maybe that was why the waiter kept coming by so regularly this afternoon. She'd caught him looking, but she'd admired them as well. And pulling off her suit bottom... Jenelle's hand slipped beneath her shorts and stroked her own thatch as her mind pictured Lydia's puffy mound topped with blonde curls...how her legs had instinctively parted further as Jenelle stroked her thighs. At the time it seemed more embarassing than arousing, but now... Now it was safe to let her imagination run. Her feet slid to the floor and her legs spread apart. She looked around, but sightlines were well sheltered by the balcony dividers. She lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it aside, baring her breasts to the sea air. She cupped each one in turn with her right hand, as her left continued to circle her pubic mound. It was getting damp down there. Her nipples tightened as she slid a single finger between her labia. 

Inside, Libby stirred quietly. She felt disoriented. Naked. Uh oh--how had that happened? Movement stretched burned skin and she felt her stomach churn. Oh god, that was right. She vaguely remembered Jenelle helping her into bed. Unsteadily she padded to the bathroom to pee. She opened another bottle of water and drained it, washing down more ibuprofen and an antacid. She'd live till morning, but she might not feel so hot... Jen's bed was empty. Out late? She squinted at the bright moonlight outside the window--oh, there she was, enjoying the balcony, relaxing on the lounge. Libby moved toward the door slowly, her brain foggy. What was that on the floor? A shirt? She stopped short, fortunately still in the shadows of the room. What was going on? She could make out Jen's movements on the balcony, the flexing of thighs, back arching. Hands were moving vigorously inside her shorts. Oh! Libby instinctively looked away at first, but there was something about it that stirred her curiosity. She could guess what Jen was feeling, though she'd never seen another woman enter that private zone of pleasure. She hung back and watched as Jen stroked herself, finally arching upward, offering a climax to the moon and ocean. When she slumped contentedly back into the lounge chair, Libby stealthily slipped into her bed and recovered herself with the sheet. She touched her own mound lightly, feeling the moisture of early arousal, but still too woozy with alcohol to proceed. 

A minute later she heard Jen tiptoe back in through the door. "Libby?", she whispered.

"I''m alive. Thanks, Jen," she replied drowsily. 

"OK. I was worried about you." She slid into her own bed and was soon sleeping peacefully. 

The next morning's port of call was Roatan. Libby decided to stick to dry toast and lots of black coffee for breakfast, but still wanted to go ashore with her friends. She brought extra sunscreen, and lounged in the shade of a beachside gazebo--drinking iced tea as the others snorkeled just offshore. Palm trees swayed above her as she drifted in and out of sleep. She was just waking from one of these catnaps when she saw Jen emerging from the water in front of her. The girl really was a striking beauty. Why had she not noticed that before? Her black bikini clung wetly to perfectly proportioned firm breasts and softly curved hips. She was wringing out her long black hair as she strode confidently up the beach. A group of college-aged men playing football paused in their huddle to stare at her as she passed near them, but she didn't seem to notice. Libby wondered if any of them would recognize her if she was wearing her white coat and teaching their biology lab next term. "You have admirers, Jen."

Jen laughed. "I think they might be a bit young for me, but who knows. Some women like 'young and stupid', I guess. You know, if you wanted to be the 'cougar' type, I bet they'd take an interest in you, too." She waved down a passing waiter and obtained two Coronas. Libby decided she was sober enough to accept one. 

"No. Age might not matter, but I'm definitely not looking for stupid. I had enough of that ten years ago at Eastern..."

"Yeah, when I was their age I probably didn't care so much either. To be honest, if they were able, I was willing. I mean it's only been five or six years, but I look at some of the undergrads now, and it's 'what are they THINKING?' " 

"It's perspective, not age. You get a bit further out and you start thinking more long term about love, a life partner, all of that."

"Have you been in love?"

Libby had to pause at the bluntness of that question. "Well... No, don't think so. There was one guy back in Ypsi that actually proposed to me, but I turned him down. Of course, Dad had just died, and Mom was getting ready to move to Tampa. And I wanted to get out of the Rust Belt, you know? I think he might have been in love with me. And he was good in bed! But when it came to spending the rest of my life with him..." She shook her head. "...just wasn't feeling it." She stopped again, considering the Might Have Beens, but shook it off. "Nope. It was the right thing. But the dating scene wasn't exactly great after that, so I don't know how I'd even approach a relationship again. So what about you? Is it the career that's keeping you single?"

Jenelle sighed. "Not mine..." Her voice caught. She was surprised at the need to stifle a sob. Libby looked over to see her chin quivering, and reached across to take her hand as tears began to flow freely. 

"Let it go, hon," she whispered.

"This cruise was supposed to be for US! Dammit...." She took a swallow of beer and wiped at her eyes with her towel. "I... I can't really talk about it, Libby..." They sat silently for a few more moments, then Jenelle finished off her beer and squeezed Libby's hand and smiled at her. "Thanks." She lifted Libby's hand to her lips and kissed the back of it. "I'm afraid the wound's just a bit raw still..."

"It's quite alright. If you want to talk again..." Jen nodded in response and rose to gather her things. Libby followed her back to the ship. They admired the tropical foliage as Jen raved about the fish she'd seen snorkeling. Her sadness had been forgotten by the time they walked up the gangway, and Jenelle had succeeded in talking Libby into snorkeling at their next stop tomorrow in Belize. They met up with Lisa and Ron, who teased Jen mercilessly through dinner regarding the moral contradictions of loving fish as both subject matter and as entree. They took in a show, then hung out at the club awhile. Libby was surprised that single men kept approaching her and offering drinks, but she suspected that at least one of her "suitors" was acting as a wingman to try to clear a friend's path to Jen. After the first free drink and the shallow conversation that followed, she followed Jen's lead and turned the rest down. Jen was quite direct with her young fan--since she had NO intention of continuing the process, she was not going to cheat them by leading them on at the expense of their bar tab. Eventually they got the message, and dispersed. The bartender grumbled at the loss of business and moved to the other end of the bar, but his female counterpart, a cute younger redhead, took their nightcap orders and served them doubles with a wink and knowing smile. 

Returning to their cabin, they changed into their sleepwear and proceeded out onto the balcony to enjoy their drinks in peace. Libby closed her eyes and let herself relax slowly. "How's the sunburn?" asked Jenelle quietly. 

"Better. I've taken good care of it today. Probably would be good to take more Advil before bed, though. Some aloe would feel good again, though, if you wouldn't mind..."

"No problem. Let me know when you're ready to turn in, ok?" She reached out for Libby's hand. "Thanks for listening today..."

"That's what friends are for. It's been really great having you for a friend this week. I've been pretty lonely lately... Guess I'm having to re-learn social skills."

"I've been lonely, too. And I guess with the semester and everything, I really wasn't giving myself a chance to think about the break-up, or to feel the hurt of it all." They held hands in silence for awhile. "Umm...there is something I guess you should know. The relationship that ended... Well, *her* name was Sarah, she's a law student now."

"And you wanted to make sure I knew that she's a woman, right?" Libby squeezed Jen's hand reassuringly as she nodded. "I kind of wondered...I guess it was how you handled those guys, actually," she chuckled. "Anyway, it's OK...I guess I'm 'straight, but not narrow' as they say..." 

"So, you're not worried that I'm trying to hit on you, right?"

Libby laughed heartily. "Honestly, it didn't cross my mind! Though I think I'd be flattered if you were, come to think of it. I think you could have your pick of any single person, guy or gal, on this cruise--or anywhere else for that matter. Actually, that lady bartender..." 

Jen smiled. "Good. It really wasn't on my mind when I invited you to share the cabin. Though if you don't mind me saying, you were looking pretty hot in that swimsuit yesterday."

"Well, at the moment, I'm afraid that that 'hotness' is really just sunburn, but assuming that's not just that double vodka talking, I will allow you to enjoy rubbing it down. " Libby rose to enter the cabin and finished preparing for bed. She didn't hesitate to strip down in front of Jen and laid down to have her sunburn tended to. Jen understood it as a gesture of trust and respect, and focused her thoughts on the clinical care of the fading sunburn. Libby felt amazingly relaxed beneath her hands, even as she tended to her inner thighs and bottom. As Jen covered her with the sheet, Libby turned to her side and beckoned to her. Jen leaned close and Libby reached up to kiss her cheek. "Thank you, hon. Feels real nice. Maybe tomorrow I can return the favor." Jen smiled, returned the kiss softly, and turned to retire. 

Libby's dreaming was vivid that night. She was in the ship's dining room, where palm trees were dancing over muscled men wearing speedos. The lobster on her plate began to glow a fluorescent green. Suddenly she was floating underwater but not drowning. Sparkling zebrafish surrounded her, glowing pink, green, and blue. Slowly someone approached though the dimness. The glowing fish encircled the stranger and illuminated her--it was clearly Jenelle, long black hair floating behind her, beautiful breasts uncovered, and her lower half...she was a mermaid! They drifted closer together and the mermaid embraced her. She felt her swimsuit being removed by unseen hands and their lips met. Her legs were tingling and she looked down to find herself being transformed into a mermaid as well. She drifted hands upward to caress Jenelle's breasts. She heard her name being whispered..."Libby, libby...!" She woke to find the real Jenelle hovering over her bed. "Are you ok? You were moaning..." 

Libby shook her head and checked herself over. "No, I'm fine. My legs are kind of tingly and sore...maybe I was having a cramp..." 

"OK...do you need anything?"

"Probably some water. Thanks. It's ok--I should get up and pee." She stumbled toward the bathroom as Jenelle got her a bottle of water from the fridge. "Ow. I think I do have a charley horse." 

"Well, just rub it out, as my mom would say." 

"Yeah, thanks." She fell back into bed, massaging her calf. "Man. Weird dreams."

"Tell me about it?"

"Uhh...Maybe later...I need to think about it a little." The thoughts she was having were distinctly erotic. Under the sheet she touched her vulva and found it swollen and moist. Rub it out, indeed. She checked Jenelle's bed--she had turned away and was breathing evenly, hopefully asleep. Libby let her legs fall open and touched herself again. She tried to picture the mermaid again, the small, firm breasts, soft lips opening to kiss. She thought back to seeing Jenelle on the balcony the night before, how convulsions of pleasure shook her body. She tried thinking of the muscular males and their hard cocks, but it wasn't connecting somehow. Her fingers played across her clit and she thought of a tongue lapping at her. She imagined wrapping her hands in long black hair as she pressed Jenelle's face against her need. Her fingers became that tongue, her hand the pressure she craved on her vulva, her juices flowing and sliding... She turned to one side and pressed her face into the pillow to muffle any sound. She wanted to cry out, but...OH. OH oh oh oh oh Oh GOD! Her groin quaked with pleasure, her legs and arms convulsed in spasms as waves of warmth rushed across her abdomen and into her breasts. She gasped and shivered, struggling to keep her moans silent. Oh god...she hoped Jen hadn't seen or heard...but would she have cared? Maybe if she had known what images were held in her mind...would she be pleased? Or repulsed? 

The next morning found them pulling into Belize. Ron had been here before, so he shepherded them off the ship, past the tourist market and up to the agency where he'd booked their snorkeling trip. Soon they were boarding the water taxi which sped them to a remote cay. Spending the day chasing bright fish among the corals was all as lovely as Jenelle had said. Jen stayed close to Libby, pointing out various things and enjoying Libby's discoveries even more than her own explorations. Ron and Lisa were making themselves scarce, but Jen wasn't concerned. A few minutes after one disappearance she beckoned Libby to follow her behind some large coral formations which protruded above the water. Holding her finger up for silence, they peeked into a closet-sized mini-cove and saw Lisa kneeling in front of a very pleased Ron, lavishing wet kisses on his erect cock. Libby giggled silently, and pulled the voyeuristic Jen away to allow the lovebirds their privacy. Once the group was back together, the guide suggested a side trip to another nearby cay, one rarely frequented by tour groups. He had some beer and rum, and the ladies could sunbathe without their suits, if they wanted. Libby was a bit suspicious of his intentions, but decided that if the others were ok with it, she could let her 'girls' see a bit of natural sunshine. It was no big deal, really--she and Jenelle even joined Lisa in posing for Ron--they knew Lisa would never let those shots get beyond their home computer. Reboarding the launch, they decided to go topless as long as they could. Libby stretched out in the back of the boat, relishing the caress of a soft breeze across her breasts. Jenelle was dozing across from her, and Libby found herself stealing long glances at her body. Jen's nipples stood out alertly from dark aureloae. Libby became aware of her nipples tightening, too, and of a warmth spreading in her groin. Near them she heard Lisa moaning softly as Ron nibbled at her neck and caressed her beneath her suit. None of them were happy to hear their guide warn them that Belize City was nearing, and that they should cover up again. Back at the pier, their guide waved goodbye with a toothy smile. Libby was sure that he'd be regaling his buddies later with tales of the hot, horny gringo women he'd seen that day, but she tipped him generously, and bent over in the process to add a flash of deep cleavage to his wages. 

Back aboard the ship, Ron and Lisa hastily excused themselves to their cabin. Jen called dibs on the shower and nap, so Libby opted for a dip in the pool. It was less crowded than she expected for such a nice afternoon. Kids played happily on the slide and sprinklers. A pair of teenaged girls flirted openly with a group of boys who enjoyed the attention. Over in the corner of the hot tub, a chubby middle-aged couple cuddled together. Libby saw the woman's arm move in the direction of the man's waist, then she whispered something in his ear before climbing out. He grinned and followed her a minute later, apparently needing to adjust his trunks first. She caught people watching her as well. As she climbed out, she noted one young man ogling her breasts. She smirked a bit when his female companion caught him looking--placing a hand on his chin and turning his head to look at her scolding expression. They were gone when she walked back their way. Libby hoped that perhaps the young lady had convinced him to give his full attention to her in private.

When she got back to the cabin, Jen was already sleeping soundly, exposed breasts softly rising and falling with her breath. The lower half of her body was partially covered by the cool bedsheet, but from the position of her legs and hands, Libby assumed that she had enjoyed some special relaxation before her nap. She studied her cabinmate intently as she removed her own suit. Her vulva was damp and hot, her clit swelling. She backed slowly into the shower and washed away the sweat, sun, and sand. She caressed herself with slippery, soapy hands. As the cool water ran over her breasts and made her nipples firm, she squeezed gently. She remembered how Paul would take them in his mouth, sucking on and tonguing each nipple in turn. She imagined herself kissing Jen's breast, and how those nipples might feel against her lips and tongue. She soaped her legs and bottom, circling her vulva slowly, savoring the arousal that was building. At last she held herself in her hands, pressing inward, letting her fingers glide over her swollen center. Cool water rinsed over her back and shoulders, soothing the places that had burned, reminding her again of Jen's soft touch. She rubbed herself harder and faster, moaning for release. If she had ever felt this way alone at home, she might have screamed aloud in privacy, but that would be too much here. Tension built intensely between her legs, spreading upward through her inmost parts. She was driven to this now, compelled--stopping would be impossible. She needed, needed, needed...UUUHHH! Finally it crashed upon her. She braced herself against the shower stall as quivering thighs struggled to support her weight. Oh God...maybe once or twice before she'd felt it this strongly, stunned with the inability to move, barely able to stand...she let herself slide carefully down to the floor as the water coursed over her. Her arms felt weak now. She literally could not feel her legs. But oh, what she was feeling...the pounding beat of her heart that echoed throbbing in the depths of her womb, spasms of heat clenching her vagina. She touched her clit and gasped again...she needed to rub, to press it again. It quivered, pulsed, hardened....ahhAHH! OH. oohhhhhhhh. She inhaled deeply and sighed. Oh my. That had been a long time coming...had she had more than one in, how long? She curled up, head on knees, and let the water wash off the last of her tension, the last of her arousal. She was awake, alive, but somewhere else, floating out of consciousness into a better reality. Her mind wandered through the ship, imagining Jen contentedly masturbating beneath the sheet, picturing Lisa riding Ron to peaks of pleasure, watching random couples caressing, sucking, fucking. It was as though they were all joined together in some great cosmic orgasm and she had tapped into the very energy of life along with them. Slowly she uncurled herself and staggered out of the shower. She blotted herself dry and collapsed onto her bed for a nap, with Jen still sleeping soundly nearby.

It was almost sunset when Libby woke to the sound of Jen getting up to use the bathroom. She tried shaking herself awake, but her body still felt like a limp rag. "Hey there, partner," greeted Jen, "don't you think we should get something to eat?" 


"I suppose so...but I'm feeling pretty comfortable. In fact, I'm not sure I can move. I almost just want to stay naked all evening."


Jen laughed. "That might be nice. I'm sure we'd have no problem getting attention in the dining room."

"No seriously...if it's OK with you, I think I'd be happy with just ordering-in from room service. I could cover up at least enough to be decent eating on the balcony, though." 


"We could, I suppose. There's nothing that interesting to me party-wise on the ship tonight. I suppose a "quiet night in" would be alright. I doubt that Lisa and Ron will miss us! What sounds good to you?" She read out the room service options. They agreed on splitting a burger with fries and a large caesar salad with grilled chicken. They couldn't agree on a dessert to split, so they ordered three, and added on a bottle of pinot grigio to wash it all down. The process of ordering had awakened their appetites, so Jen impulsively asked for an order of wings as a starter as well. They tossed on robes so as to be presentable when the food arrived, tipped the steward, and proceeded to their balcony. The moonlit evening and soft breeze perfectly accompanied the food and laughter they shared. Anyone watching would have seen nothing more than two friends chatting, though each of them was feeling something a little more inside. Soon the plates were cleaned and set aside. Libby poured out the last of the wine into their glasses and set the empty bottle aside. Jenelle leaned forward, heedless of the exposure of her breasts. She lifted her glass to Libby. "To you--for ears of understanding and a heart of caring. Wishing you a happy return home and new beginnings". 

"That's sweet." Libby smiled and clinked her glass against Jen's. "And to you--healing hands and inquiring mind...success, happiness, and love always." She smiled and leaned back in her chair, letting her robe fall open. She enjoyed feeling the caress of the warm breeze across her chest. She sighed contentedly and reached for Jen's hand. "This is just what I needed, in oh so many ways..." Jen squeezed her agreement. "Are you feeling okay, Jen?"

"Perfect. Thanks. It was a great day of sea and sun. My tummy's full, I'm clean and warm, and I'm just getting a comfy buzz on from this wine. I don't feel like I need one thing right now...except maybe a good night's sleep soon." 

They sat in quiet, sipping the crisp, cool wine. There was one other thing, thought Libby; a spark in her brain that was being kindled in the soft sensuality of Caribbean night air. It was feeding on memories of last night's dream, sights and feelings from the afternoon, and stirring into a visceral need in her depths. She closed her eyes and squeezed the soft hand in hers. It was this moment...or maybe never. "There might be one other thing I need, Jenelle..."

"Yeah? what?"


Libby took a deep breath. "I think I need to get laid."


Jenelle paused, then giggled. "Are you going up to the nightclub in search of some 'young and stupid', then?" 

"Well, no. Actually..." OK, Jen had missed the point, or maybe deflected it. She'd need to be more direct. Libby drew in another breath. "Actually, Jen...I was hoping I wouldn't have to leave the cabin..."


Jenelle turned slowly to look at her, betraying no response. She locked her eyes on Lydia's, as though trying to telepathically discern something. Lydia held her gaze, trying to keep her expression as neutral as she could. The eye contact didn't feel threatening to her, and Jenelle's face seemed more concerned and questioning than shocked--a good sign, perhaps? "What's that mean to you, hon?...'Getting laid'...especially if I'm the only other person in this cabin?"


"I guess it means that I'd very much like to go to bed with you. That I want to feel your skin against mine. That I'd like to kiss you, touch you, and let that lead wherever... I'd like to come with you. And no, I've never done it with a woman before. And I probably wouldn't be looking to, really...except that I'm here with you right now..." 


"Oh Libby..." Jen closed her eyes and leaned back. This might be wrong in a million different ways. On the other hand, at worst it would be a shipboard fling, a youthful indiscretion. She'd done that before. At best...she let her mind drift back to her memory of Libby's generous breasts afternoon. She remembered the rounded ass she'd smoothed lotion on...those soft thighs. She imagined brushing against the soft blonde curls that had been dampened with unintended arousal... The hand in hers had relaxed, but she chose to not let go. "Lib..." She opened her eyes again to see Libby studying her face. She responded with a smile, and Libby smiled back. "Seriously, Lib? Is it just the wine talking? Or are you really wanting this?"


"I want YOU, Jenelle. I don't know if this is just a one time thing or ... oh anyway. I LIKE you. And I think you're gorgeous. And I've just ... felt something for you. And yeah, I'm sleepy, horny, and just tipsy enough...but I also respect you. I want to be your friend. And I...I...umm...."


"...Want to fuck my brains out?" Jen grinned.


"Oh Jen. Oh my God, yes! I do!" A door in a nearby balcony slid open. 


"Maybe we'd better go inside?" 


Libby nodded. They gathered up their dishes and Libby placed them out in the corridor. It occurred to her to hang a "Do not disturb" sign, too. Jen was brushing her teeth. Such mundane stuff entwining with the romantic feelings she was having in that moment. She joined Jen at the sink and took care of her own bedtime routine as they smiled at each other in the mirror. Libby's heart started racing--was she really doing this? It was unusual enough for her to share her bed after a date, and now she was about to bed down with a woman for the first time.


She watched in the mirror as Jen turned off the remaining lights and slipped the robe off her shoulders. What a gorgeous, trim body. She hoped Jen would see her as desirable, too. She finished at the sink and turned off the vanity light. The cabin was lit only by the light filtering in through the balcony door. Jen had turned down her bed and reclined there on her side, watching her. She felt suddenly shy, holding her robe closed with one hand. Jen patted the mattress in front of her. "Come lie down with me, hon." Libby smiled and let her robe fall to the floor.

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Libby woke the next morning in a bit of a haze. She was on the wrong side of the room and her bed hadn't been slept in. She felt GOOD though. Rested. Relaxed. Sated. What was it that Paul used to say? 'Freshly Fucked'. That was it. She heard Jenelle humming happily in the shower and replayed the moment--sliding into Jen's arms and melting into a long wet kiss. How they took turns at each other's breasts, tonguing and sucking engorged nipples, while their fingers explored hidden recesses. She was in awe of how hot and slippery Jen's pussy had felt, and delighted that her inexperienced touch could elicit moans of pleasure from her. Jen had arched her back and climaxed so quickly at her touch! And then how she had teased and stroked and caressed her in return--sucking hungrily at her breasts and immersing her face in her deep cleavage. She was as ardent a lover as any man had ever been, yet handled her differently somehow, with some sort of gentle intensity that acknowledged both as women. Jen's fingers had plunged boldly and deeply into her, causing her whole body to shake with passion. She remembered screaming and moaning as she came, and feeling Jen's breath panting against her neck, how her hot pussy pressed into her thigh riding to another climax. Libby was getting wet just thinking of it, and leapt up to embrace Jen as she stepped from the shower. Jen smiled and grabbed Libby's ass. "As hot as I am for your body, babe, we have an excursion scheduled in 20 minutes... I don't want to miss out on seeing the country, girl. But when we get back..." Jenelle punctuated her statement with a hot, deep kiss. Libby moaned with desire as she felt Jenelle's tongue penetrating and pressing against hers. Her pussy and clit instinctively throbbed, begging to receive the same treatment. She clutched Jen's firm ass, then sighed heavily and slowly pulled back.


"When we get back... Oh Jen. You're so good to me. God, I can't wait." She showered quickly and dressed to go. As they left, they met their cabin steward. Jen stopped to say something to her, but Libby couldn't make out what it was as the steward smiled and nodded in response. 

Their excursion was to Mayan ruins that day. The surrounding jungle was thick and steamy and added to the air of excitement and discovery Libby felt inside. A sudden downpour drenched them as they clambered over the ancient stones, but neither one cared. As they raced back to the tour bus, Lisa gave them a questioning look, but Ron was quite oblivious. "You two are up to something...there's something different with you today, Jen." Jen grinned, and gave Libby a surreptitious squeeze. 

"No comment--but don't wait for us at dinner", Jen replied, earning a scolding raised eyebrow from Lisa.

Reboarding the ship, they hurried back to the cabin. "I need to get out of these wet clothes", exclaimed Jen. 

Libby closed the door and locked it behind her. "I need to get YOU out of those wet clothes!" Jen resisted briefly and tried to squirm away, but Libby quickly pressed her against the wall and lifted Jen's shirt over her head, effectively binding her wrists together above her head, and pinning her back into a passionate kiss. 

"Oh... I never had you pegged as a dominatrix, but maybe if that's how you want to play..." She grinned and yielded to Libby's advances.

"Mmm...it really wasn't my intent, but...maybe you should just stand that way for a bit." Libby unfastened Jen's bra and tongued her protruding nipples while pushing down her shorts. Jen moaned as Libby's mouth kissed lower to nuzzle at her waiting mound. They finished stripping Jen's lower half and Libby stepped back to pull off her own clothes and turn on the shower. Jen stood obediently with her arms stretched overhead, lightly bound by shirt and bra. Libby rolled Jen's nipples roughly between her fingers and thumbs as she pressed their bodies passionately together and assaulted Jen's mouth with a deep kiss. 

"Unnnhmm...oh Libby...oh god that's good." Libby reached up to pull Jen's remaining clothing away, and wrapped her arms around her, much more gently this time. 

"Oh babe...you turn me on so... I was watching that beautiful ass all day and dreaming of getting you alone again..." She stepped into the shower and pulled Jen in with her. They happily shampooed each other and let soapy hands roam over each other at will. "Turn around and let me soap your back". Jen turned and faced the wall as Libby lathered shower gel over her, first with hands, then with soft breasts. Jen moaned happily and wiggled her firm buttocks against Libby's groin. Libby reached under Jen's arms and began massaging her breasts, nibbling at the nape of her neck. Her hands wandered lower, across her soft belly to brush at the margin of her pubic hair. She began kissing down her spine, massaging Jen's muscular thighs, and squeezing her deliciously firm ass. "Such a fine ass...I couldn't take my eyes off of it all afternoon, especially following you up that pyramid. And it feels even better than it looks." Jen hummed her pleasure. "It's so new--to see another woman sexually. But you're beautiful, Jen." She kissed Jen's ass softly as her hands stroked upward between soapy thighs. Jen parted her legs slightly. Libby devoured her, kissing and licking at smooth skin, and nuzzling into her creases. Her hands glided upward to caress her mound. Jen parted her legs, and Libby found the opening to her slippery, warm center. Her fingers wandered and explored, much to Jen's pleasure.

"Oh God, Libby. Do whatever you want with me!"

"I may need some help to know what to do..." She kissed her way back up Jen's back, sliding her hands over her breasts, squeezing the rubbery firm nipples. "...What do you like?"

Jen moaned. "I need ... Oh god ... oh fuck. Touch me again, do me..." Libby stroked inside Jen's cleft. She found the hard ridge of her clit, thinner than her own, yet from Jen's groans, equally sensitive. She felt Jen's ass pressing back into her. Libby let her fingers slide further into the slick center as it yielded and opened to her. "Yess...oh Lib...yes...unnhh". Suddenly Jen turned around, fiercely grabbing Libby's head and pulling her into another deep kiss. She seized Libby's hand and pressed it against herself. Libby penetrated her with one, then two fingers. Jen moaned loudly and responded with equally deep thrusts of her tongue into Libby's mouth. "God yes. Yes! Oh fuck, FUCK ME Libby!" Urged on by Jen's cries, Libby pressed her fingers in, then dragged them back out over her throbbing clit, then firmly back in again. Jen pushed back with each thrust, pulling at Libby's hair with one hand and squeezing her tit with the other. In other circumstances it might have felt uncomfortable, but Jen's passionate response was building her own arousal. She grabbed Jen's ass firmly and ground her own groin against Jen's thigh. Another deep thrust and Jen screamed into her mouth and stiffened. Libby could feel Jen's channel pulsing around her fingers as her body shook, then went limp. "Oooohhuuhhhhh....oh libbeee....oh don't...oh fffuck" She surged again against Libby's hand and quivered. "I don't know...if I can stand up..." Libby held her up as best she could as they slid gently to the shower floor. She cradled Jen's head against her breast, letting her softly kiss and suckle. Jen's hand caressed Libby's thigh and traced its way to cup her vulva. "Oh Libby...take me to bed, please."

Libby smiled and struggled to her feet, then reached to help Jen up. They embraced with a kiss, then Libby made sure Jen was rinsed off before wrapping her in a towel and leading her to bed. She tenderly blotted her dry, then admired her as she stood by drying off. Beautiful Jen lay invitingly across their bed--hey, when had that happened? The steward had converted the twins to a double. So that's what Jen had been talking to her about. She shifted her attention back to the lovely girl in front of her, wearing nothing but a post-orgasmic glow. She studied the swollen vulva that now lay open before her, leaking arousal. Libby knew that what she most wanted at that moment was to kneel down and kiss and taste that. Jen moaned as Libby trailed kisses up her thighs to finally kiss her labia. "Oh...oh Libby...I...OOOHHH!" Jen shivered as Libby's tongue contacted her clit. She wanted to protest that she had already come once...and it should be Libby's turn, but the relentless stroking of that tongue, and her own post-climactic lethargy were too much. She opened her legs wider and stroked Libby's damp hair. "Oh...oh Hon...are you sure you've never done this before?" She could feel Libby's lips crease into a smile as she shook her head side to side. Oh god, that felt good too! Jen moaned again and Libby sucked at the little nubbin and shook her head sideways again. Jen began gasping and thrusting her hips in response. "Don't stop. Oh god oh don't stop, Libby!" She kept up her oral ministrations, exploring Jen's juicy mound from top to bottom. She placed her hands on Jen's thighs and gently spread them further. Her tongue probed between the labia and lapped at the juices, then flicked up to swirl over her clit. Every pass on that nub brought a louder moan, and more pressure of Jen's hands against her head. "Oh Libby. Oh hon...oh please...oh oh god...oh fuck me." Jen's hips thrust hungrily against her face, causing Libby to remember her lover's response in the shower. She raised fingers up once again to her entrance and penetrated firmly. "Oh GOD YES!" Her hip thrusting was now surging in time with Libby's penetrating fingers. She was unbelievably wet and hot inside. Still Libby kept licking and sucking on the hard ridge of her love's clit as Jen urged her on desperately. "Oh oh oh oH OHHH FUCK! OH! COMMMING!!!" Another thrust and she convulsed, thighs and stomach tensed and quivering, then went limp. Her hands were now trying to push Libby away from her sex. Libby recognized this as the feeling she knew sometimes as well, of being just too sensitive to go on for the moment. She kissed her way gently up Jen's belly, across the heaving breasts, and snuggled against her neck. Jen was shaking in her arms, then sobbed for a moment before composing herself and breathing deeply. 

"You're wonderful, my Jenelle..." Libby whispered at Jen's ear. Jen managed a pat at her shoulder, then another gasping sob. She turned to hug Libby and dissolved into tears. 

"Oh Libby...I'm sorry...Oh hon...don't leave me..." Libby just held her more tightly and kissed softly at her neck until the spasms of emotion finally passed. Another deep breath, a sigh, another moan. "Oh Libbeee..."

"Are you alright?"

"Never better. Ever. Just...too much...Oh God. Oh god I needed that."

"More where that came from..."

Jen laughed. "Are there some kleenex around here?" 

Libby turned and stretched to the bedside stand to retrive them. "Nice move getting the beds together, by the way". 

"Oh yeah...I guess she did that. I hadn't noticed." She giggled. "Oh Libby...oh god that felt good. You don't know how good that was."

"I'm glad. I mean, I'm not exactly an expert."

"Fuck that--you are now!" Jen laughed again and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. "Mmm. You taste like pussy juice. I love that." She rubbed her face against Libby's and kissed deeply. "I owe you, you know..."

"Can I collect now?"

"Oh yes... Oh lovely Libby..." Jen kissed at her lips again, savoring her own scent there, then moved lower to lavish attention on her full breasts. "You know...I wouldn't have done anything to you then, but that first night, rubbing lotion on you...I wanted you then..."

"Really? Tell me...were you thinking of me when you were on the balcony that night?"

"You saw that, huh? Well, a little bit, yes."

"Thanks for waiting, anyway..." She smiled. Jen was sucking gently at her left breast as a hand now stroked at the edges of her curly pubes. "That dream I had by the way...well, you were in it." She felt Jen's smile against her breast. "And it wasn't just a cramp I had to rub out..." 

"I know...I heard you. I didn't want to bother you, or I probably would've joined you. Thought I should let you at least believe you were in private. But I was thinking of you when I got off yesterday afternoon."

"Oh Jen." A finger slipped into her cleft. "OOHH. Oh JEN!" She scooted herself higher on the bed and spread her legs. "I want you there, Jen. Oh please..." Jen needed no more urging. It thrilled her to know that she was the first woman to kiss at Libby's most private place, and she was determined to make it a moment to remember. Soon Libby was moaning and gasping through her first of several climaxes, until finally she begged Jen to stop and let her sleep. She embraced Jen and held her close to her breast as Jen pulled the sheet over both of them. 

"Do you mind if I cuddle up close?" asked Jen.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Libby wrapped her arms around her lover and soon both slept. It was four or five hours before Jen stirred and rose to go to the bathroom. Libby took her turn next and returned to find Jen at the balcony rail. She slid up behind her and hugged her from behind. 

"Are you hungry? We kind of missed dinner again."

"I am, kind of. Room service again?"

"No--it's a bit late for the buffet, but Ron said one of the bars had 24-hour food service. Feel like pulling on some shorts and heading down?"

"Sure." Jen turned to hug Libby back. "You OK with everything?"

"Delighted. Don't worry. I feel better than I have in months. Years, maybe." 

Jen kissed her lightly. "Let's go then."

They washed up quickly and dressed. They found the central pub relaxed and cheery for the time of night. Scattered diners had spilled over from other bars, but the nightclub hadn't yet closed, so the real revellers were safely elsewhere. This was a place for insomniacs with nowhere else to go, apparently. There was a family in PJs enjoying some midnight ice cream and chatting with a formally dressed elderly woman who was celebrating a successful run at the slot machines. They were surprised to see Ron and Lisa in a corner booth--she was dressed in a pajama top and sweats, and he was in khakis and a polo. "Hey guys. What are you doing up so late? Or early?" 

Lisa shook her head and nibbled on a french fry. Her speech was slurry. "Mr. Card Shark here got a bit caught up in Texas Hold-em. After they cleaned him out of his recreation budget he called me to come down and console him. He's buying me cosmos so I might not remember this in the morning. Good thing I keep his finances on a tight leash, or he might be rowing home from Cozumel tomorrow! What about you two... Just getting to dinner?" she added with a raised eyebrow. 

"Something like that..." Jen replied, with a sideways glance at a blushing Libby.

"Omigod, Jen." She leaned over the table and lowered her voice. "You FUCKED her, didn't you, you naughty vixen, you!" 

"I'm not sure who did the fucking and who was the fuck-ee, Lisa", Libby chimed in. "But I'd say we both are well-fucked at the moment. And maybe Ron should've focused on 'getting lucky' with you instead of trying the casino tonight!" They all laughed, except Ron, who pouted until Lisa gave him a quick kiss and reassuring pat. 

"C'mon Mr. High Roller..." she beckoned. "I think I can still help you get lucky at least once tonight, if you're up for it." She led her grinning husband away, waving goodnight to the girls with a saucy wiggle of her hips and a blown kiss. Jen smiled and shook her head.

"Sorry--I didn't mean for you to get 'outed' like that. "

Libby laughed. "No problem. She was suspecting us already. And I don't mind being your 'conquest'. Not at all." Jen leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, then excused herself for the restroom. No sooner had she left than a server appeared, the redheaded young woman who had admired Jen two nights ago at the club bar. 

"Hi--what can I get you guys tonight? Drinks or dinner or an early breakfast?"

"I think we'll go for a couple of those cosmos that she was having. And we'll definitely need food with it, but we haven't looked at the menu yet." 

"Great. I'll get those drinks and you can order when your girlfriend gets back."

"Oh---Jen?  Well, I'm not really sure she's my girlfriend..." The server's eyebrows raised. Libby smiled. "Well, friend at least. With benefits," adding a wink.

"Ahh, of course. The benefits." She sighed. "I shouldn't have let myself get my hopes up..." She winked back and turned away to the bar as Jen returned. 

"The waitress was totally checking you out, Jen. I knew she was interested in you the other night."

"Yeah I know. Good thing I have you here or I might get her in trouble for fraternization with a guest. "

"Well, you've made no promises to me to be exclusive or anything. If this is just a shipboard romance, then..." 

"I want to spend some more time getting to know you, Libby. And I don't want to rush you into anything either. But the same goes for you." She grinned conspriatorially. "And if she turns out to have a 'thing' for buxom blondes, I wouldn't stand in your way if you wanted to taste a little ginger, too!" 

"You are a naughty vixen! Maybe we should both invite her up..."

"Threesome? My goodness, how quickly I've corrupted you! What would your mother say?"

"Probably something like 'Get it while the gettin's good, honey!', but... Oh never mind."

"What?" Jen studied Libby's face. 

"We are just kidding around, right?" 

"Yeah. But it can be fun to be naughty, too. Don't worry, hon." 

"I'm not worried. But to be honest...the idea was actually starting to get me turned on!" 

Jen smiled. "I've created a monster! But selfishly...I'd like to keep you all to myself for awhile before I start sharing." Libby blushed again. Jen spied the waitress approaching. "We might have some fun flirting, though..." 

"Your cosmopolitans, ladies. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?"

"Umm, no, sorry, Allison" responded Jen, reading her name plate quickly. "We were too busy having a discussion about your hair". 

"My hair?" 

"Yeah...well, my friend Libby & I were debating whether it was your natural color, or whether you like to change it to match your mood. She thinks it's your natural color, but I think it's too perfect!"

Allison blushed. "I'm not sure anyone would think it's perfect, but actually, you're both right. I've been a 'crazy redhead' my whole life, but I did have a little 'enhancement' added when I got it cut and styled last week in Cozumel."

"Well it's super cute on you. So you're a natural redhead?  The carpet matches the drapes?"

Libby gasped at Jen's forwardness, but Allison wasn't taken aback at all. "Well, Jenelle--the carpet did match awhile ago. But there's nothing but nice bare floor there at the moment, if you're interested." Jen gulped and reached quickly for her drink. Libby coughed and did the same. Allison just grinned. "So--were you planning to eat here, or take something up to your cabin to eat out?"

Jen stared mutely up at Allison. "I...uh....."

Libby interrupted. "I think I'll have a veggie wrap. And a scoop of the banana ice cream. A little hot fudge on the side. Jen?" 

"Um--the same..." stammered Jen, "but chicken. And chocolate ice cream."

"OK then. I'll be right back. Feel free to ask if you have any other questions for me!" She wriggled her bottom pleasantly as she turned back to the kitchen. 

"Oh holy shit!" exclaimed Jen quietly, burying her face in her hands. 

"Yeah.  You kinda got out-flirted there..."

"Out-flirted and instantaneously damp in my panties, Hon. You have no idea!"

"Yeah?" Libby slipped a foot out of her flip-flop and ran her toes along the inside of Jen's calf. "What are you thinking?" 

Allison reappeared with their wraps before she could answer. "I'll bring your desserts in a couple of minutes. Can I get you anything else?"

"You can tell us when you get off tonight..."

She smiled sadly. "Sorry Jen. Pretty strict No-Dating-the-Guests policy. On board anyway..." she added, with a glance at Libby. "Anyway, I'm on till 6 AM tonight, and I will need to sleep sometime. Are you going ashore tomorrow?" 

"Well, probably later, " she replied, with a questioning look at Libby.

"That's what I was thinking. Sleep in, brunch...beach?" Jen nodded back.

"Well listen, if you two are interested in getting together--just socially a bit--we could meet and share a taxi to one of the beaches, at let's say, around 2? I burn easily, so it will be good to know that there might be someone to help me put on sunscreen..." 

"Oh Jen's very good at that task, I can assure you," Libby volunteered. "Though I discovered it a little after the fact." She reached across the table and stroked the back of Jen's hand. Jen smiled back.

"Well hey...I'd better keep looking busy. But here's my cell number. Drop me a text around 2, OK?" Jen took the slip of paper and nodded, watching her leave with an appreciative gaze. Libby watched her facial expressions. Her usual air of cool confidence had given way to a mixture of lust and embarassment that she found quite endearing.

"You're sweet."

"What?" 

"Nothing...I just like your face..." Libby smiled and kept further thoughts to herself as they ate. Allison was back shortly with their desserts. She was breezy and chipper, as a good server should be, but there was a certain intensity of eye contact with Jen. Libby added an excessively generous tip to the charge slip, and suggested to Jen that they take their ice cream back up to the balcony. They both gave Allison a quick hug. "See you this afternoon, I hope." Allison nodded.

Back in the room, Jen melted into Libby's arms faster than her untouched sundae. They didn't make it out to the balcony at all, but tumbled directly into bed, shedding their clothes and kissing passionately. "Sweet Jen...let me satisfy you..." Libby reached for Jen's pussy and found it dripping with arousal. She frigged at the hot clit as Jen's tongue thrust urgently into her mouth and moaned into climax. Libby kissed her softly as she came down from the peak. "Tell me what you want to do to her."

"Oh Libby... You both turn me on so!"

"I know. It's crazy how hot this makes me, too. Already I'm thinking about watching you make love to her..."

"And you with her, too. Tell me, what did you think when you went down on me? Did you enjoy your first taste of pussy?"

"Oh yes! When I saw you laying there, open to me, I just wanted to bury my face in you and climb inside. I almost came from feeling you come around me! And you were really good to me too."

"Mmm. I'm going to do you again before you sleep, too. Your pussy was soft and sweet and juicy." Jen moved lower in the bed to kiss gently at Libby's breasts. She stroked at her pubic curls, and felt the softness of her vulva as her thighs opened for her. 

"Oh Jen...tell me what you think Allison would be like. Tell me what you'd do to her..."

"The same thing I'm doing to you now. Don't you want to share her with me?" 

"mmm...but she's different than me...so slender...young. And bare down there, she said. Do you like that?"

"There's nothing wrong with you. I love the way your curls dampen when you're turned on. It was one of the first things that got me wanting you... And I like going down on you, and can't wait to get down there again. But a bare pussy...well it's something amazing...like kissing another mouth, or sucking the juice from a smooth, succulent plum. I have to admit, I would love to get her in bed if I could--even for one night."

"Uhhnnngh...it turns me on, too. I picture little pink nipples on those tiny tits and just want to ... omigod--look at me! I can't believe I'm lusting after a girl! Oh god Jen..."

"Mmmm. You've got a couple of girls lusting after you, too. I bet she's going to slide into her bed this morning after work with nothing on under her sleepshirt... and she'll think of us like we are right now. She'll touch herself, and slide her own slippery juices over that smooth pussy. I can see her spreading her legs wide and rubbing herself hard with both hands until she's shaking and coming and biting her lip to keep from screaming..."

"Ohhhh God, Jen...unnnnnh...oh please..." Libby slid upward on the bed, and pushed Jen further down. Jen wasted no time, lavishing kisses on her puffy labia, and sucking eagerly on the sensitive folds within. Her tongue probed between them and slid upward to swirl over the erect clitoris. Libby moaned and thrust her hips upward. Her arms reached out for Jen. "Come around...I want to taste you, too." Jen obliged. She was past needing another climax herself, but knew how the sight and smell of warm pussy would add to Libby's arousal. She straddled Libby's head and adjusted their position so that she could keep up a steady tonguing on her clit, while stimulating her labia with her fingers. Libby had to crane her neck slightly to reach Jen's sex, but she squirmed a pillow into position under her neck and began nuzzling at Jen's wet fur. Jen could feel her hot breathing intensify, as her moans vibrated into her crotch. She sucked at Libby's clit harder and the muffled moans increased. Finally she slid two fingers into Libby's vagina and pressed upward. Libby's body arched and stiffened beneath her as she crashed over in a powerful orgasm. She trembled with shivering aftershocks, as Jen felt the waves of contractions clenching at her penetrating fingers. Libby moaned and closed her thighs, trying to writhe away from the intense sensations. Jen gently lifted herself away, and turned to lie alongside her once again. Libby greeted her with grateful, tender kisses, which she softly returned until both fell into restful sleep. Perhaps tomorrow or the next day they would sort out whether they had stumbled into something lasting, but for this moment, she needed nothing more. 















