Sea Daze 4: Luff and Touch Her (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series) Read online

  Sea Daze 4: Luff and Touch Her

  Published by Soichiro Irons

  Copyright 2012 Soichiro Irons

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  This is an erotic short story featuring sex between two women. All characters depicted are over the age of eighteen. You must be of legal age in your area to purchase and read this story.

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  Luff and Touch Her - To bring the vessel so close to wind that the sails shake.

  -A Naval Encyclopedia: Comprising a Dictionary of Nautical Words and Phrases, 1880

  Her muscles were so tight around my fist that it almost hurt, and for the first time it didn’t feel like I was dreaming anymore. I was so caught up in the sensation of it all that I felt my fingers sliding down my own body before slipping into my own pussy.

  I was soaked, which came as no surprise – I was wet every time I was anywhere close to her. It wasn’t hard to fall into a rhythm, and I was moaning in time with her before long.

  Even as I watched Eve’s silky black dress fall to the floor of her stateroom, I knew that I was dreaming. It was almost funny how false everything felt, to be honest; it was as if my subconscious was trying to get the facts wrong.

  Eve’s hair wasn’t black and straight in real life – it was a chocolate avalanche of curls. Her emerald-green eyes were now as blue as the ocean outside our the walls of our ship, and I’d watched her shave all her body hair two nights ago – there was no way she’d managed growing the landing strip so quickly.

  I clung desperately to the dream, though, and drank the sight of her in. Not because I wanted my girlfriend to be someone she wasn’t – it was more the fact that she was in front of me at all.

  That was something that I knew to be hopeless – she was a married woman messing around with one of her employees. I, the naïve dancer, didn’t realize that she was being used…that Eve was just sleeping with her for giggles.

  All of this was undeniable fact…and yet, in the dream, not a bit of it was real. The smile on her full lips was genuine and heartfelt, and I knew that she hadn’t lied to me.

  She hadn’t used me like her own little lesbian toy. She wasn’t married to some man named Robert…I hadn’t watched him hug her and kiss her cheeks in greeting…I hadn’t felt the bone-crushing sorrow that had made me powerless to do anything but stand there in stupid silence. None of it was real in the dream, and my lover was back with me.

  “You know that none of this is true,” I whisper, unable to help myself from uttering the awful words.

  “Shhh,” Eve replied. Even her voice was wrong – it was a little too high, as if she were trying to sound extra girlish. “That doesn’t matter now.”

  “Why-” I began, but was cut off by the feeling of those lips pressed against mine. Forgetting my argument, I soaked in the sensation of her touch – I loved the feeling of her nude skin pressed up against my own, and I clawed desperately at her back to get her closer to me. Her tongue danced with mine, and she tasted delicious.

  “Fuck me, Amanda,” I heard her whisper as she pulled away from me. She laid down on the bed beside me and stretched her body into a seductive arch. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her breasts – the only part of her body that seemed unchanged in the dream world.

  They glimmered softly in the low light of her cabin, and she was so excited that I could almost hear her heartbeat. Her erect nipples seemed to shiver from the vibration of her chest.

  Wasting no time, I practically fell into her lap and kissed lovingly on her soaked slit. From somewhere above me, I heard her moan my name. That sound was so familiar that I almost felt myself wake from the shock, but I resisted the impulse and ran my tongue along the pink lips of her pussy.

  I had never gotten tired of the taste of her – she was as sweet as cream. I loved making her feel good, and I could tell from the moans and whimpers that she was pleased as well.

  Her legs carefully wrapped around my shoulders as I slipped one finger inside of her, then another. The muscles in her legs clenched in ecstasy, and I could hear her whispering something along the lines of ‘yes’ and ‘more’.

  I slid a third and fourth finger inside of her, and she was still begging for more penetration. We’d talked about fisting once, but we’d both agreed that it would hurt too much to try. Obviously, she wasn’t worried about the pain at the moment.

  Pressing my thumb against my palm as tightly as I could, I began to force my hand inside of her. It was slow-going – she was usually pretty tight for even my fingers, and my hand was even wider than the strap-on we’d used a week or so ago.

  Fortunately, the dream world was accommodating and my entire fist slid into her pussy. Her muffled shriek from above me was from excitement and not pain, I hoped.

  “Oh, fuck, yes! Oh yes, Amanda, yes!! Just like that, fuck me, fuck me!”

  That settled that, I guessed. The only thing I knew about fisting was what I saw from my ex-boyfriend’s porn videos, so I drew what I could from that. I rocked my hand back and forth inside of her, simulating a cock as best I could.

  It wasn’t as easy as it looked, but Eve certainly seemed pleased by the effort. Her breathing had been reduced to short gasps and I was sure there would be noise complaints from Eve’s cabin neighbors by morning.

  Her muscles were so tight around my fist that it almost hurt, and for the first time it didn’t feel like I was dreaming anymore. I was so caught up in the sensation of it all that I felt my fingers sliding down my own body before slipping into my own pussy.

  I was soaked, which came as no surprise – I was wet every time I was anywhere close to her. It wasn’t hard to fall into a rhythm, and I was moaning in time with her before long.

  “Wait,” Eve moaned as she noticed what I was doing. “Let’s do this right.”

  Through a series of contorted stretches and movements that I doubt would have been possible in the waking world, we were in a 69 position with her happily lapping at my overflowing slit. Her tongue, as always, had no problems bringing me to a shrieking orgasm within seconds.

  I had never been so sensitive with anyone before meeting Eve – no other lover had been able to make me cum so fast. I felt her muscles tighten and release around my hand, as if willing me to push even faster and harder into her.

  As she rocked back and forth against my hand, I leaned in and licked her near the top of her pussy – where I knew her clit was hungrily awaiting my attention. I teasingly encircled it with my tongue before pressing my lips against it and lightly sucked.

  I felt her moan against my cunt, but instead of slowing down, her tongue moved even fasted inside of me. Our bodies were so hot and frantic that I knew it wouldn’t be long for either of us.

  After another minute or so, Eve said, “Oh God, Amanda, I’m …oh God!”

  “I’m-…I’m…Eve, fuck, yes!!”

  Our bodies tensed against each other, and I could feel her legs shivering with pleasure as her fluids ran down my arm. I barely noticed it, as my own orgasm had me in a quivering frenzy that almost made me black out.

  My eyes were clamped shut as I did all I could to keep from shriek
ing in pleasure, the sweeping sensation so powerful I could feel it every fiber of my body. Even my teeth seemed to quiver as I whispered Eve’s name over and over again.

  When I opened my eyes, Eve was gone. She’d never been there, of course, but it still hurt to find my bed empty – to find myself back in my crew cabin, rather than bunking with my now ex-girlfriend. My breathing was heavy and frantic, and I could feel my own wetness soaking the bed beneath me.

  The orgasm had probably been real…I’d been known to finger myself in my sleep. It all added together to make me desperately, utterly lonely.

  Though I’d been the one to walk away from Eve, it had been the last thing I’d ever wanted to do. Now, in the dead of the night in my cold, lonely bunk…I wanted her back even more than I wanted to breathe. Knowing that was impossible, though, the only thing I could do was sob myself back to sleep.

  ***

  “I’m confused,” Keith admitted after he’d set down my third Amaretto Sour of the evening. “Why exactly did you need to quit? I know that Eve is the president, but you never even really dealt with her before you guys were a thing.”

  Bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, I didn’t even bother to focus on the bartender as I swirled my finger around the rim of the glass. “How would you feel if your boss’s boss’s boss was married and just using you like a play thing? What if she turned you straight and then you found out she was just having sex with you for fun?”

  Keith considered for a moment before replying. “Not the same – you’re not a lesbian just because you had a relationship with a woman-”

  “Think again, Keith,” I spat out bitterly. “Looking at men does nothing for me. I don’t know what the hell Eve did to me, but I seriously feel like a horny teenage boy every time I walk past the pool and see all the sunbathing women.

  “She warped me, Keith, and she didn’t even have the decency to tell me that she was married. And you think I’m going to work on her ship? You think I want to stick around in her chain of demand like a fucking lap dog? Think again.”

  Keith didn’t have a reply to that – which was fine with me, as I didn’t really want to talk about it in the first place. Everett’s Piano Bar was near-empty; everyone else was either at the evening show or at dinner. I was supposed to be a performer in that show…I was a dancer, and a damned good one at that.

  A few hours after I’d woken up from that dream, though, I’d handed in my resignation. My boss wasn’t happy about it – at all – but I didn’t care. I couldn’t take another second of working on a ship where my lying ex-girlfriend was the girl in charge.

  “What are you gonna do once we get back to port?” Keith asked, after a few minutes of awkward silence.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. I hadn’t even bothered packing my stuff up yet, even though we’d be back in Canaveral in three days. “My mom and dad live up in the panhandle…maybe I’ll crash with them for a few weeks until I can find an apartment. I wonder how my mom’s gonna handle me taking a liking to girls.”

  “Hopefully better than mine took my liking to boys,” Keith replied, though he didn’t look up from the clipboard he’d begun reading. “She held a festive party for me. She served hot dogs.”

  I almost choked on my drink, smiling for what seemed like the first time in days. “Maybe mine will serve tacos.”

  “See? Always a silver lining.”

  I laughed before taking another sip of my drink. I’d been mortified when I’d inadvertently told Keith that I was a lesbian, but now I was glad that it’d slipped. He was the only ear on the ship that I could talk to about what was going on, and I would miss him most of all once I was away from the Excelsius for good. The thought depressed me, and I was just about to ask Keith for his email address when I heard the words.

  “This seat taken?”

  Every muscle in my body froze up so tightly that I was sure I’d never be able to unclench them again. I had heard that voice before on embarkation day…a deep, low male voice that had been so casual, so light-hearted. The voice beside me now was tentative…cautious, even. I felt my fingernails scrape against the wooden bar until they were in my palm, balled up into a fist. My hands began to shake involuntarily.

  “I…um, is this…a bad time?” Robert asked, his voice sounding even more timid than it’d been a few seconds earlier.

  “No. Not at all. Seat’s not taken,” I said through gritted teeth. Every word was a forcible effort. “In fact, I was just leaving.”

  I awkwardly stumbled to my feet and walked away, being careful not to make eye contact with Robert. Before I’d made it to the door, though, I heard his voice again.

  “Amanda…Amanda, please wait. Please.”

  I stopped, but didn’t turn. “I don’t have anything to say to you. Go back to your wife – I’m sure she’ll be able to answer any questions you have.”

  “Amanda, please. I need to talk to you about Eve.”

  The sound of her name out of his mouth brought back the terrible lump in my throat. I could feel the tears welling up, and I didn’t want to shed them. Not there, not in front of him.

  “I have nothing to say,” I repeated, and took another step towards the door.

  “I’ll give you anything – anything. Please, just five minutes. This is important for you both. It’s the only thing I care about right now…just five minutes. After that, I’ll be out of your life forever.”

  It wasn’t his words that made me turn…I couldn’t care less about what Eve’s husband had to say to me. It was his tone of voice that got to me – he was begging me to come back. Right there in public, he was pleading with me to listen to him. That was something I hadn’t seen a man do in a long time...and despite my feelings towards him, I wasn’t a rude person. The least I could do was hear him out.

  I turned and looked at him for the first time since embarkation day. The man before me was a different person entirely; over the last few days, he’d been through one hell of a transformation. He was professional and confident back then…his face had said ‘I can do things, I’m important.’

  Right now, though, he wasn’t looking very important at all – unshaven and wide-eyed, begging his wife’s lover for a few words. I almost pitied him.

  “Five minutes,” I replied as I walked back to the bar. “And get yourself a drink, you look like shit.”

  Robert laughed at that before asking Keith for a Rum and Coke. “I haven’t really been sleeping well. Been a lot on my mind, you know.”

  “You’re wasting time.”

  “Right,” he said, taking a sip of the drink Keith had hastily delivered. “Well, it’s like this. You remember how I said that Eve and I were married?”

  My heart fluttered a little bit with swelling hope. “I do.”

  “It’s true.”

  I bit my lip as my heart sank back to its usual low.

  “Well, good talk,” I murmured as I stood up. “Bye, Robert.”

  I was halfway to the door before I heard his voice again. “It’s technically true. Let me finish, alright? You said that I had five minutes!”

  Reluctantly, my feet shuffled their way back to the stool I’d be occupying. I fixed Robert with a glare that hopefully would be interpreted as ‘get the fuck on with it.’ I didn’t really want to talk to him in the first place, and these little misunderstandings were rubbing me the wrong way.

  “Look, Amanda…it’s like this. As far as Eve’s concerned, we’re divorced. I signed the papers, she signed the papers. Once she sent the documents back to me, she figured that the strings were cut…she was free.”

  Robert stopped to look at me, as if he were expecting a question. When I didn’t provide one, he went on. “It’s like I said the last time we talked – we haven’t talked to each other in four months. The last phone call we had was when she’d asked if I’d sent the papers to the lawyer yet…and I’d said yes.

  “She hasn’t said a word to me since. Well, I take that back; before this cruise she hadn’t talked to me�
�she’s certainly told me a thing or two since Sunday.”

  “If you sent the papers…” I began, but stopped when I noticed him wince. It suddenly became quite clear. “…you never did, did you?”

  “She never asked about them. I assume it’s because she’s been so busy with her job, or maybe she figured that it just took this long for the paperwork to go through. As far as the courts are concerned, though, we’re still quite happily betrothed.”

  “If you weren’t looking so absolutely miserable right now,” I said through clenched teeth, “I’d smack you.”

  “I think I deserve to be smacked,” Robert replied without a trace of a smile. “I had no idea that you and Eve were a thing, Amanda. In all the time we were together, I never thought for a minute that she was attracted to women.”

  “I wasn’t attracted to women either before I met her. Eve’s the same way.”

  “Right, whatever – look, that doesn’t matter to me. This is what matters – I love Eve…that’s why I couldn’t send in those papers. I figured that after we’d spent a few months apart, I would surprise her by showing up on her cruise line and we’d have a wonderful reunion and…well, things obviously didn’t work out that way. Eve moved on…and I hadn’t. I figured that out real quick.

  “What I’m trying to say is that Eve didn’t lie to you, Amanda. She didn’t know I’d stalled the divorce – she had no way of knowing. Please don’t be angry with her…be angry with me all you want, I deserve it. She’s innocent.”

  “Why are you trying to help us get back together? I’m the other woman.”

  Robert winced again. “She loves you, Amanda. She really, really loves you. I was told as much two nights ago while she threatened to have me thrown off the ship. Even if it’s not with me, I want Eve to be happy. I still love her, and I probably always will…but I lost my chance with her. If she can be happy with you, then I want to help you in any way I can.

  “I faxed the papers from Guest Services this morning. My attorney emailed me and said he’d get the ball rolling ASAP. I don’t know how it all works, but I’m pretty sure our union will be completely severed pretty soon. She’s…she’s all yours.”