Chapter Three

I'd have never said that a woman with a piano, telling jokes and imitating a cow's moo would put a roomful of dykes on the floor, but it did. The presence of children—lots of them, who knew dykes had so many kids!—kept the humor and conversation G-rated. I felt comfortable sitting next to Celine, laughing as heartily as she was. I was even able to put Tess out of my head for a while.

A few people wanted to chat with Celine after the program, so I waited, wishing I'd had a chance to change out of my workout clothes. I glimpsed Tess leaving with her date and wondered what on earth had gotten into me. And heck, what had gotten into her?

Nothing's changed, I thought. Nothing at all. You want to go to bed with Celine and you wish you were wearing the tight black minidress and cheeky panties, that's all. Instead I was in my day-in-day-out uniform of workout clothes and cross-trainers.

Well, Celine hadn't seemed to mind earlier. Maybe I could stop and change.

The matter was settled when she turned away from the small group she'd been chatting with and said, "Let's have that drink we discussed earlier, shall we?"

The speculative glances among the women behind her rankled somewhat. I hoped none of them thought I was some sort of straight celebrity junkie. I was a dyke celebrity junkie, and not really a celebrity junkie, no more than the average lesbian. Forget Tess and what anyone else thought. I thought Celine was hot, and she made my mouth water. It really was that simple.

"Whatever you want to pour," I said lightly, and we turned in the direction of Village Square. Celine continued across the plaza toward building A. I don't know why she didn't say anything. I was quiet because I was having a hard time swallowing.

The guests' rooms only looked spacious and orderly when they were unoccupied, so I was surprised—especially given how much luggage Celine had had—that her room was quite tidy. A towel was draped over a chair to dry and a pair of scuffs were tucked under the double bed nearest the door. The table was the only unruly zone: a closed laptop was nearly hidden by several folders and a variety of books stacked haphazardly.

A bottle of bourbon and two plastic cups—standard Club Sandzibel issue—sat on the glass-topped dresser next to a sweating ice bucket.

"This okay?" Celine untwisted the cap while I wondered if I should sit down.

"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry I didn't get to change."

"We're both wearing work clothes." She indicated her own attire with a wave of one hand. "This isn't my preferred date clothing."

Okay, we were having a date. I hadn't been sure. We'd skipped over that detail. I watched her hands move as she spoke, aware that I wanted to feel those hands caressing me with the same confidence with which she handled the ice and bourbon. "What would you rather be wearing?"

"Jeans. I know it seems cliché, but jeans, black T, and.. a little something extra if I'm interested in a woman the way I am you."

I couldn't swallow again. The thought of what she described, and the echoes of our earlier conversation about control, left me speechless.

"Please, sit down. Have I shocked you? I know my onstage persona doesn't really say Top Who Likes to Pack Sometimes, does it?"

I struggled to find my voice as I sank into one of the two rattan chairs. She'd think I was some sort of gauche neophyte if I didn't speak. "I'm not shocked. I feel like... we've hit the ground at high speed, that's all. I'm not sure I can keep up."

"I have multiple speeds, even reverse." She recapped the bourbon while regarding me with a crooked smile. I realized that I was feeling as inexperienced as Paige probably had this morning. It's not like I've never played the way Celine was hinting at, but never with someone so... confident. And probably competent.

"I can say dildo, lube..." My voice gave out as other possibilities—courtesy of the Good Vibrations catalogue—crossed my mind.

"What about harness? Dental dam? Cock, plug?"

"Yes, though I've less experience with some of those." Okay, I'd never used a dental dam, and only read about butt plugs. Cock was just a word. I didn't mind it, but Tess and I usually used "toy." I shouldn't be thinking about Tess right now, anyway, and if that bleached-blonde dyke liked to be teased.

Celine handed me my bourbon on the rocks and we tipped the plastic cups in a casual toast. "Bonds, latex, candle wax?"

I took a quick swallow of the bourbon. She was watching me intently. It both reassured and rattled me. She wanted to know how far I would go, which meant she would go pretty far herself. "None of those."

She knelt in front of me, putting one hand on my thigh. "How about something simple? Blindfold?"

Part of me wanted to ask why we couldn't just fuck. Why did there need to be more than sweaty heat and eager hands? "Can we see how it goes? How we feel?"

"Of course," she said softly. She sipped her bourbon, then set the glass down. Her hand eased toward my inner thigh.

"I'm just a little startled," I admitted. "I'm usually the one who... you know..."

"Seduces?"

I smiled a little. Her cologne was wonderfully complex—a hint of something floral, but spicy with an edge of musk. "I never make the first move. But once a move is made... I consider my options. And I guess after that I do the seducing. But most of my opportunities are with straight women who are curious. So... I'm usually the one who says what goes because they haven't much of a clue."

"I see. So I am making you nervous."

"A little. It's just lack of practice at being..." I didn't quite know what to call it.

"Submissive?"

I instinctively shook my head. "I don't think of myself as submissive."

Her smile was again kind, but assessing, as if I was providing her with more and more information and she would soon know exactly what I would be comfortable with. "It means different things to different women. Not submissive, then, but... willing to receive? Accept?"

I could hardly breathe again. Her fingers on my thigh curled slightly, as if taking possession of my skin. "Yes, very willing."

Her eyes were nearly closed when she said, "You're making my head spin. I very much want to take you to bed and find out what will make you scream."

"I'm not saying no to that." I hoped I somehow looked sexy. I wasn't sure anymore. I had another swallow of bourbon. "I don't think it's going to take much effort."

"Not for the first, but we'll try for more, shall we?"

I hadn't known I could more than once until less. I cracked a smile. "Yes, please."

Both of her hands were on my thighs, edging them open. "I really want to fuck you right now."

I moaned and she heard me.

"I like women. I like the way they feel, the way they smell, the way they come. I like fucking women." She leaned between my parting thighs. "And I like to get fucked by women, Brandy. How does that sound?"

I was much more at ease, though I couldn't tell if that was her sincerity or my rapidly escalating endorphins. "That sounds perfect."

Her hands slid under my hips, pulling me to the edge of the chair. Without hesitation of any kind, she lowered her head to the crotch of my tight workout shorts. I moaned loud and long at the feel of her teeth biting through the fabric.

As wet as I was the shorts fit like a second skin. Her tongue quickly created a furrow between my swollen lips and I tipped up to meet her.

She surged against me and the chair threatened to go over backward. Grappling for balance, she grasped my forearms and the arms of the chair, holding me in place.

Her mouth felt wonderful on me. It had been a very long time since I'd felt this. Tess didn't—she had offered, and I'd said no. It was somehow more intimate, more awkward. Maybe because she wasn't gay and besides, we did care about safe sex and I didn't think I could ask her to do that for me through some sort of cling plastic wrap. It could have been a double yuck for her, I mean, it's just not what most people think of when they're glad they've got Glad. I had often wanted to taste Tess as well, but she had been with guys recently—at least I had assumed so—and at the moment I really, really wanted to feel Celine's tongue on me and I had no idea why I was thinking about Tess.

Celine sat back after a few minutes of delicious contact. My legs were trembling and she looked flushed, hungry even. "I could do that for hours, I think."

I took advantage of the moment to strip off my socks and shoes.

She grinned and said, "Don't stop there."

Feeling more confident by the minute, I sat up to peel off my Club Sandzibel tank top. As it cleared my head I felt her mouth biting my breasts through my sport bra. I cupped the back of her head and arched my back. Her hands went to the straps and she pulled them down my arms until the fabric slipped just below my nipples, framing them for her lips.

She sat back again, just looking. "You are incredibly sexy."

"So are you," I answered. It wasn't original, but I meant it. She hadn't removed a stitch of clothing, but her confidence and desire was palpable.

"Brandy, I want to... I'd like to arrange a few things so we don't have to stop later. I didn't think the moment I got close to you I'd want to shove my face into your cunt."

I gasped. I loved the way such raw words sounded in her sultry voice. "Can I help?"

"What I really want you to do is stay here." Her hands went under my ass and I realized she was gripping my shorts, pulling them down. "Stay here like this. Waiting for me."

She grabbed the towel from the other chair and pushed it under me once the shorts were gone. I spread my legs and she was the one who gasped then.

"Yes, just like that. Will you stay like this, too?" She briefly circled my wrists and the arm of the chair with her hands, mimicking where ties might go. My nipples hardened in response. "Waiting for me?"

I nodded. With my bra pulled down below my breasts, my arms were somewhat caught to my sides. I was glad of the towel because I was dripping.

Over the pounding of my heart I heard a suitcase being opened and other rustling noises. The rattan chair back wasn't that comfortable for resting my head, but I did lean back to relax, closing my eyes as well. The moment they were closed I could see Tess, looking down at me. Looking at my exposed places, puffed and wet, the way she had the first night we were together, after I'd lain exhausted and panting in her arms for a few minutes.

"I hadn't realized it was so beautiful," she'd said, rolling me over so she could look between my legs. "Incredibly beautiful."

I had pulled my wits together, still stunned to have discovered I could come more than once, and twined my fingers in her hair. Remembering what she had said about her needs on a night like that one, I'd said with more boldness than I'd thought possible for me, "I want to look at yours now. And then I want to fuck yours for the rest of the night."

The sound of Celine's footsteps brought me back to the moment and I slowly opened my eyes. She'd switched off most of the lights and the bedclothes had been turned back. Several more towels were stacked on the floor next to the nightstand. I saw all that in the instant before Celine herself took my breath away.

She'd removed the crochet pullover and her dark breasts were all the more visible through the sheer tank top. Equally sheer boxer shorts didn't hide the harness and toy. I know when I wore mine I sometimes felt gawky, and not quite sure how to stand or where to put my hands. She looked comfortable and well aware that her appearance was sexy as hell. At that point the thought of feeling her inside me left me lightheaded.

"You look incredible," she said softly. "Waiting for me. Waiting for me to fuck you."

I could only nod. Holding back a whimper took the rest of my energy. I watched her take a pillow from the bed and set it on the cool tile floor in front of the chair. She knelt slowly, saying with a little smile, "I'm going to be here a while."

She caught my forearms again in her grip and stared at my small, hard nipples peeking over the top of my bra. Her gaze was so hot that I felt them swelling in response. She smiled, then quickly captured one between her lips.

Pressing hard with her mouth, she lifted my nipple slightly, then engulfed my breast completely. It was possessive and eager. She was going to devour me and after so many Paiges I was dying to be somebody's appetizer, entree and dessert.

The intensity of her mouth on my breast made my pulse race. I moaned and didn't care that she could hear me. There was something about the way she'd asked what I liked, what I was comfortable with, that made me willing to let her push my boundaries. I didn't think of myself as submissive, but right then I was willing to give it a try as long as she didn't stop.

She was biting my nipple hard enough to make me gasp, but not so hard that it hurt. It was a fine line and the only time she went over it my reflexive flinch brought her head up.

"I'm sorry, that was too hard, wasn't it?" She cupped my nipple protectively, soothing it as she gazed into my face.

"It's okay now," I whispered.

"I'll be more careful with you." Her warm tongue brushed lightly over my collarbone. "I don't want you to be anything but what you are."

"Me, too," I said weakly. "I mean—be what you are and I'll try to keep up."

"And what am I?"

I didn't know how to answer. My brain wasn't in operating condition. I could think of nothing clever or flattering. Only the truth came to mind. "The woman who is going to fuck me senseless."

She practically purred as she brought my hips to the edge of the chair. "This is what we both want now, isn't it?"

"Yes," I hissed. "Please."

She stood for a moment, her hips at my eye level. The shorts were so sheer that I could tell the toy was a deep purple, and thick. Thicker, perhaps, than I had felt before, but it wasn't too long for me.

I'd worn a harness myself, and with a shiver I recalled Tess's reaction when I'd had her watch me put it on. I'd been fucked with toys, but nearly always held in my lover's or my own hand. It wasn't that I didn't want to be fucked by strap-ons, it just seemed like most of my chosen bedmates preferred harness-free play. Celine was different from most of the women I'd been with, and at that moment I was pleased about that.

"Why don't you take it out?"

I was trembling as I sat up. I traced the outline of her toy with my hand and I knew that the way I was feeling it would have no trouble going inside me, and that was what I wanted. Hoarsely, I said, "Fuck me with this."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."

Abruptly I realized that Celine was teasing me. It was just different than I was used to. All the talk about what she would do, what I liked—it was making me anticipate all of the sensations that would eventually wash over me. I was as breathless as I'd been that first time—and every subsequent time—with Tess. Nervous, but breathless. I thought of that awkward moment when I'd shown Tess my favorite toy—I'd been shy, turned on, far from confident.

I wrapped my hand around Celine's dildo and pulled her slowly on top of me. The chair creaked as it took the weight of both of us. Aware that I was giving a kind of surrender I'd not experienced before, I said, "Tonight I think you can fuck me any way you want."

"I'm glad you like sex," she whispered.

Celine's toy brushed my clit and my whole body clenched. In my head I heard Tess whispering the same thing in my ear, "I'm glad you like sex."

"Why wouldn't I?" I said it to Celine just as I'd said it to Tess.

"Try being with some guy who wants to do it like animals, but disses you in the morning for liking it too much," Tess had said. She'd let me roll her onto her back, then sexily spread her legs so I could look at her cunt. I'd never seen one that wasn't beautiful, but hers seemed lusciously so. "I like sex, Brandy, and tonight I need to drown in it."

Celine was saying, "Haven't you ever been with a woman who wants to do it like animals, but in the morning is ashamed of her own ferocity?"

"I'm not ashamed," I told Celine. "I like sex, and I want you to fuck me." The anticipation of her cock sliding into me was so fierce that my vision swam with stars. I cupped her jaw with one hand and said fiercely, "I want to fuck you, too, however you want it. I want to feel you, too."

"We'll get there." Muscles rippled along her arms as she lowered herself onto me. "When you can't take any more."

I felt her fingers open me and I moaned and lifted my hips to her.

"Relax," she murmured. "Relax... we'll get to tight and hard. But right now just relax."

It wasn't just a toy any longer, not as it went into me. It seemed an extension of her passion and I could see her eyes responding to my gasping moan. It was a part of her, her toy, her cock, and she had put it on for me. Her smile was almost feral, and yes, we were going to fuck like animals and love every minute.

"Oh, yes," she breathed. "That feels so very good."

I gripped her hips with my knees, giving her the best angle. She was fully inside me in moments and we paused to breathe together, then she was out of me and in again.

I yelped and grabbed her shoulders. "God, yes!"

We found a rhythm right away. She moved in me with sharp, quick strokes while I rose to meet her. Her cock was wider than I was used to and it felt wonderful. I was wet, accepting, eager, pleading for more, and all the while watching her face and her pleasure as friction heated our skin.

The chair gave an abrupt, alarming creak and she scrambled to her feet. My back, I realized, was not happy with the position. We gave each other "should have known better" smiles and moved to the bed. I was about to sink onto my back again when she caught me in her arms from behind. I could feel her cock against my ass.

"I want you to really feel this." Her hands went to my breasts, cupping and weighing. Then her fingertips caught each nipple with a sharp tug. I groaned, felt my pussy get impossibly more wet, then I was bending for her as she slid into me from behind.

I felt more full than I ever had before and her hands on my back, holding me in place, just made me hotter. I was on my tiptoes, and she began to really move. Clinging to the bed, I groaned out "yes" to every stroke. I needed to be taken care of more than I had been letting myself feel. Pleasure, more pleasure. I was grateful for Celine's power and confidence but I also recognized that she could only give that to someone who could take it.

I could take it. I stayed with her, holding off my climax for a long, long time. She flipped me over and we inched across the bed together, hips moving in rhythm. She paused only to add more lube, which felt cool on my overheated flesh. I was getting to the point of losing control when she clamped her hands on my shoulders and held me down.

"We're just getting started," she grunted in my ear. "Come if you need to and we'll just keep going."

Her teeth against my neck triggered a hard contraction, then I was shaking under her, convulsing so hard I nearly broke her grip. My insides were cramping from hyperstimulation while my clit throbbed with pulse after pulse of pleasure. I might have cried, might have gone to sleep, but she was off of me before I stopped groaning, and her slippery hand was stroking my swollen, aching lips.

Fingers slid inside of me. I thought for a moment that my cunt had been too fucked to feel it, then she pressed firmly on my G-spot.

"Holy Christ! Don't stop—"

"I'm not going to stop."

She circled it, rubbed it, lubed her fingers again and went back to massaging me. Every time she pressed in just the right way my legs went completely limp. I tensed, clamping down on her hand.

"No, honey, loosen up. Let me do this and it will feel wonderful. Relax and let me fuck you."

Tears started in my eyes and my mouth was watering.

"Oh, you are getting so wet," Celine cooed in my ear. "You're going to come again, aren't you?"

I nodded frantically. Her fingers were unbelievably expert. I felt open, exposed. She saw what I needed and gave that to me. I suddenly felt like I couldn't let her see me this way. She was a stranger, and a powerful one. She worked my body better than I did and the responsive flutters I could feel building in my cunt were starting to scare me.

"No, no," she whispered. "Don't get tense. Stay open. Let me in. Nothing will hurt, it's just going to feel so good. Just like this. This is all we're going to do until you want to let go."

I grappled for her shoulders, weakly trying to hold on. There were no muscles in my body. I'd become all pussy, all need, and that frightened me. I told myself not to be afraid. Not to resist. I liked sex. It was okay to say yes, okay to come, okay to... okay to... cry out, to arch up, to feel waves of contractions so hard and close together that I couldn't breathe.

Celine moaned. "Dear heaven, yes, let it go, baby... oh, yes."

The sensation was a mix of opposites. I felt full and empty, wet and dry. Open for anything and so tight I couldn't believe her fingers could stay inside me. I wanted to cry and laugh, beg her to stop and plead with her to do more.

Then it was over and I was limp in her arms.

"Wow," Celine murmured some time later. "That was unbelievable."

Her face was all smiles with a definite helping of preening. I blushed slightly, feeling unbelievably shy and unattractive. I was covered in sweat, lying in a puddle and the hair on the back of my head had no doubt ratted into a snarled mess. "Mm-hmm."

"Oh, now don't get embarrassed. That felt good, didn't it?"

"Yes," I said, still feeling sheepish. "I don't think I've quite ever... done that. Not like that." I thought of Tess, who knew exactly how I liked a handheld dildo to feel, but hadn't ever tried to fuck me with her hand. I wondered why not—was going inside me with her fingers, that deep and that hard, outside of what she was willing to do for a... friend? Or had I not told her that I could like that? "I'm finding it hard to catch my breath."

"That's okay. Just breathe. Cool down."

"Who's the trainer here?" I gave her what I hoped was a flirtatious look that implied at any moment I'd have the strength and drive to do her the way she'd done me. But it was going to take longer than a minute.

"Right now, I am," she answered with a grin.

"You're pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

"Damn right. Here," she handed me a towel. "You roll over to that side of the bed and I'll get rid of the wet ones."

Good lord, I was covered, I realized. Covered with the same salty, sticky residue that had coated Paige's legs this morning, but Paige hadn't been a shaking, hopeless, shell-shocked mess afterward. Celine was the best fuck I'd ever had.

That thought brought Tess to mind again. Tess didn't count. Tess and I didn't... We didn't fuck the same way. She wasn't a lesbian and we were just friends—it felt different with her. I wondered, then, if she was with that bleached blonde, getting fucked, feeling the same kind of stunned completion I was feeling? Could she with someone else?

Was I satisfied? My body was limp, so why was my head spinning like something wasn't yet done? Celine wasn't done, that was true, but this confusion wasn't about Celine. It was something in my head I couldn't figure out. A surprise, something unknown, but I didn't know what it was.

Celine settled behind me and nuzzled my neck. "How are you feeling?"

"Totally fucked," I admitted. I barely had the energy to speak. The sex energy was fading, and the subsequent rush of satisfaction endorphins made me want to sleep.

"Good. That was my goal."

"You may have done your job too well. I could sleep all night, right now."

Her hand brushed the side of my breast, and she slowly, deliberately took hold of my still sensitized nipples. I gasped at how good it felt. "You could, but I don't think you will."

A different kind of arousal swelled through me. My dyke ego wanted to have something to strut about, too. I reached back with my hand, finding her thighs, and without hesitation pushed it between them.

She was steaming hot, slippery, and she moaned. She moaned low and long, and her legs opened for me.

My back still to her, I said huskily, "You liked fucking me, didn't you?"

"Yes." It sounded like she was gritting her teeth.

Grinning with anticipation, two of my fingers were quickly slicked with her copious juices. She slid her cunt along my fingers, gliding over them. She felt very good, swollen and thick.

Without removing my hand I slowly rolled over to face her. She was panting and not hiding it.

Slowly, so I understood every word, she said, "I like to be fucked hard. And I like it to be fast."

"Let's take care of this and have some fun, then." I used my free hand to undo one buckle of her harness. After a moment, she undid the other. Two snaps later I tossed the harness and toy onto the room's other double bed.

I firmly believe that all women are beautiful naked, and Celine was all that and more. The dark curves of her hips against the white sheets tempted me to massage them and I knelt to kiss her stomach, her chest, then her small, firm breasts.

I was settling in to tease her nipples when she shoved my hand between her legs.

"Fuck me, hard and fast."

"Yes," I murmured. "Let's do that." I gave her nipples a longing look. I'd have liked to linger a while. But it was obvious that she was ready to move to higher pleasures.

I slicked the back of my hand with lube and her wetness and sank two fingers inside her. It wasn't enough. With a thrill running down my back, I went into her with four and brought my thumb down on her clit. My fingers were gloriously, deliciously wet.

She hissed in response and her hips met my first hard, deep thrust. "Like that! Don't stop."

My knuckles massaged the trembling walls of her cunt and I reveled in the way she tightened in response. Her cunt was tight and wet around my hand and we groaned together when a contraction seized her. She was close. I couldn't feel her G-spot but it hardly seemed to matter. She caught my waist with her legs, crushing me to her, and I felt wave after wave of rippling muscles inside her cunt, loving my hand back.

Panting over her, I waited for her to slump before I took my hand away. Her low, easy laugh had me crawling into her arms.

"Would it be rude of me to ask where you learned to fuck like that?" I traced a lazy circle on her chest then settled my head against her again. We'd been cuddling for a half-hour, just talking off and on about whatever topic came to mind. Sex, primarily.

"Not rude... I can't really say I've had lessons. I've just always done what I preferred and practice always helps."

"Reps and sets, eh?"

"Something like that. It's a good workout, wouldn't you say?"

"You need to remember to stretch out before and after."

She did stretch, her long body going rigid, then limp against me. "Thank you, O, physical trainer. You must get lots of practice."

"Of one kind or another. Straight women seem to find me attractive." I thought of Tess yet again. I was so confused. I needed to talk to her, obviously.

"I imagine that has its limitations."

"Yes, it does. I got tired of being that kind of physical trainer. There was a girl in college. Madeline. I should have learned it all then, I think."

"Broke your heart?"

"Yeah." I hadn't thought about Madeline in a while. "She told me she was straight, but she made love like a dyke. And wanted me. And liked sex with me. I thought she loved me too."

"And you were thinking about forever?"

In the dim light I couldn't tell if she found that unsophisticated. "I was. I've given up on that. Forever isn't real."

"I used to think that. Now, I think it's just a lucky few and I'm not one of them."

"Me, neither." The endorphins were starting to fade and I felt vaguely depressed. "My parents are still married, but it's not the kind of forever I want, with a tankard of Trapped for dinner chased by a bowl of Bitter for breakfast. Of course, working here I don't get much chance to meet anyone."

"Why don't you move someplace with more dykes? You'd have a fun time."

"I suppose in time I might go for a teaching credential and see if I can get a college or high school job. But this one seemed pretty nice when I took it. Not a lot of responsibilities."

"You're just putting off growing up. It's inevitable."

Frowning, I said, "If growing up means standing in one place, I'd rather not."

"Ignore me, then." Her voice had softened. "Hell, it's rare enough in this world to make your living at what makes you happy. Go for it. Believe in it."

"Thanks." I kissed her shoulder. "My best friend and I occasionally get off this island and into Fort Myers, even Tampa, but the best I can hope for is the riot girls' bar. I've been saving for a trip down to Key West just to hang in a gay-friendly place. But then LOVE came to visit my world."

"I don't usually do this, Brandy. I mean, I do. I like women and I love nights like tonight. But I don't usually find someone on the first night. I live in Cheyenne near my folks when I'm not traveling. Doing tours is just moving from town to town. I tell jokes to audiences full of dykes and they all go home and I go to the motel. Then I get to these vacations and there's this magic in the air, all these lesbians filling up the ship or the resort and I get... really..."

I cupped her breast and was delighted to feel her nipple harden under my palm. "I know. Something hit me like a sledgehammer the moment LOVE arrived."

"There was this one night in Alaska, seven hundred women on the ship. The inland passage was like glass, the moon was full, and it was actually mild out. After the night show the place emptied. Nobody went to the disco, nobody in the casino. Everyone was out on deck or in their cabin. The captain asked me if it was some sort of special night for the ladies, like solstice or something. I just looked at him and said of course it was special, they were all in love and free to feel it. He just laughed and admitted he was used to a more geriatric crowd, and he'd set the stabilizers for a lot of rocking motion."

"And even though it was smooth out, did anyone get seasick?"

She laughed. "That's a good punch line. I'm gonna steal it."

"Okay." Her nipple had stayed hard and I slowly circled it with my fingertip. I wondered if I'd hear my words in some future routine. It was one way to be memorable, I supposed.

"Nights like that I believe more in forever. But mostly, I don't think it's for me." She sighed. "Of course I can't decide if I've made up my mind it's not for me because it's never going to happen, or if it's that I'm really not a forever kind of gal. You, at least, have a couple of decades until you get to where I am."

I sighed. "And I'll never know, just going to bed with straight women who really like the sex until it's time to touch me. At least in college there were lesbians. I was a phys. ed. major, and believe me, there were lots of lesbians."

"Where'd you go to school?" Her hand played slowly along my hip.

"U.C. Santa Barbara. I played golf and soccer. I was nearly an alternate for Women's World Cup."

"Wow." Her hand cupped my ass. "I can feel all that."

I leaned over her to lick her tantalizing nipple. "You can feel it all you want tonight."

"Just tonight?"

"I'm here all week." I slipped my hand between her thighs, just to see if I was right about the slight movement of her hips. Why yes, I was right.

She opened her legs and we smiled at each other in the low light. I wouldn't be so foolish as to fall in love with those yellow-ringed eyes and that supple, powerful but yielding body, but I could hold a serious case of lust for quite a while.

My day ended much better than it began, with the two of us moaning long into the night. As I finally drifted to sleep, under the weight of Celine's arm, I wondered what Tess was doing, and if she was happy. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to know... I wanted her to...

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