Sea Daze: First Mate (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series) Read online

  Sea Daze: First Mate

  Published by Soichiro Irons

  Copyright 2012 Soichiro Irons

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  This is an erotic story featuring sexual situations between two women. All humans in this story are over the age of eighteen. You must be of legal age to purchase and read this story.

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  The other half of me was the one that turned and spun the deadbolt on the door, making sure nothing other than another master key would walk in on us unexpectedly.

  Eve’s smile was radiant and wild, and she quickly undid the buttons down the front of her blouse. She was now completely nude aside from the white, lacy bra that held her firm breasts in place.

  Before today, I had never been interested in the female form beyond grade-school curiosity – but now I wanted nothing more than to rip the bra off and feel her in my hands, rubbing the nipples between my fingers, my teeth-

  “Amanda,” Eve said huskily, interrupting my daydream, “this works better if you take your clothes off, Sweetheart.”

  I’m pretty sure that international maritime law was broken today. It’s not my fault – when Eve slowly fed the vibrator into my pussy, I guess I just lost track of time.

  I first saw her during the ‘Welcome Aboard’ ceremony this morning. She was alone, which was uncommon for passengers of the Excelsius, but not really unheard of. It had been advertised as being one of the only cruise ships in the world that not only catered to couples and families, but also to singles as well.

  Not, mind you, a gimmicky ‘singles cruise’ – but a real, normal vacation on a great ship that just happened to appeal to people that weren’t in a relationship.

  She was dressed in a black miniskirt with a form-fitting white blouse – businesswoman, I figured. Her hair fell around her shoulders in a cascade of brown curls, and her full lips were sporting a deep red shade.

  Behind her, she was toting a small rolling suitcase as she made her way through the grand lobby of the Excelsius, presumably on her way to the buffet on deck three.

  Feeling perky – and trying to suck up to Phil Langois, my manager who was unabashedly watching nearby – I casually walked up to her and cranked up the charm. Phil had been trying to get me to open up to the guests more, saying that the entertainment crew needed to be the friendliest. He even had the nerve to call me a diva.

  I needed Phil to see that I could be a team player, no matter what it took. To hell with my introversion – if I could do it on stage, I can do it in person.

  “Welcome aboard the Excelsius!” I cheerfully half-shouted at the woman, smiling as broadly as I could. “Is there anything I can help you find onboard?”

  The woman stopped, turning an eyebrow up as she considered my question. There was a strange look in her eyes that I couldn’t really place. “Well….Amanda,” she asked, noticing my nametag, “You could show me where I could find the Toucan Isles Restaurant. I’m starving.”

  I nodded emphatically, thanking God that she’d asked an easy one. Most people asked about things like ship-to-shore phone rates or other crap that I was clueless about. “Well, you’re on the right track – just continue down that long hallway there and you’ll run right-”

  “Oh, no,” she interrupted, placing her hand on my arm to stop me. “I’m just awful listening to instructions. I’d probably wander out into the ocean if I had to trust myself to my sense of direction. I was…kind of hoping that you could escort me there.”

  Though an odd request, there was no reason why I couldn’t. I turned my head over to Phil, who was still clearly eavesdropping, and he nodded emphatically at me. The look on his face said that he was happy I was going above and beyond, even for something as simple as that. It wasn’t quite that dramatic, but as long as he and the guest were happy, I was happy.

  Nodding back at her, I gestured in the direction of the restaurant and we started in that direction. I was slightly taken aback when she looped her arm around my own, but I tried not to show how awkward I felt. I had promised to escort her, hadn’t I?

  We made small talk along the way – her name was Eve Simmons and she was taking a short vacation to get out of the office for a few days. She was single and hadn’t even been on a date with anyone in about seven months. Why she was telling me this was beyond me, but I didn’t care. I was in the same boat, after all.

  “I know how that is,” I replied, patting her hand reassuringly as we walked. “I’ve been on this ship for about half a year now, and my boyfriend broke up with me about three months ago.”

  “Why?” she asked, with another raised eyebrow.

  “I guess he got tired of me being away for so long. We used to have sex twice a day, and I guess the dry spell was too much for him.” It wasn’t until the words were out of my mouth that I realized what I’d actually said. Horrified, I felt my face turn sheet white. “I’m sorry, that was really inappropriate of me. I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “Why?” she asked again, with a small twitch of her mouth. “I’m the one who asked. Besides, we’re both adults here, aren’t we? What, are you afraid I’m going to go report you? This isn’t fifth grade, Amanda. Don’t worry about it.”

  “It’s not that, I just…usually have more discretion than that.”

  “I hope not. I like you, Amanda; your open nature is really kind of refreshing. Where do you normally work on this ship?”

  I tilted my head to look at her. She thought I was open? Why couldn’t Phil be eavesdropping when she said that? Her face was expressionless, save the curious glimmer in her eyes. There was no harm in answering the question she’d asked, I supposed. “I work with the entertainment crew – I’m a dancer. You’ll probably end up seeing me at tonight’s show.”

  She flashed a smile at me. Her teeth were perfect – two straight rows of pearly whites. “Well, I was going to skip that – but I guess I’ll be there early. Gotta make sure I get a good spot!”

  I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so I just smiled at her as we walked on. We passed by the Red Lounge, where an awful live musician was ‘serenading’ passersby with his rendition of Copa Cobana. No one stopped to watch, and I couldn’t really blame them. From the hand that I felt tightening around my arm and the grimace on her face, I supposed that Eve felt the same.

  We finally arrived at Toucan Isles, which – in my opinion - was the loudest and most irritating restaurant on the ship. Gaudy fake birds and palm trees lined the walls from one end of the deck to the other, and a couple of Bahamian men were banging out rhythms on steel drums in the corner. I think they were trying for Red, Red Wine, but I honestly couldn’t make out a damned word they were saying.

  “I hope that your show is better than the rest of the entertainment I’ve seen on this ship so far,” Eve remarked dryly, making another face towards the drummers. “Otherwise, I’m taking back my offer of showing up at all.”

  “Trust me – we’re way better,” I said, feeling embarrassed that my fellow crew were being lumped in with these chuckleheads. “I have no idea where we got these guys, but they keep on playing week after week. They must be cheap, I guess.”

  She smiled at
me at that. I started to feel a little awkward again – she hadn’t yet released my arm even though we’d arrived at the restaurant. She seemed content to just stand there and watch me, and I met her gaze without as much as a flinch. It was part of the whole guest service guidelines thing that Phil had been pushing…I wouldn’t be the first to break eye contact.

  What I hadn’t expected, though, was what I saw in her eyes as I stared back at her. They were green, like shimmering emeralds – but beyond the color, there was a deepness that seemed to envelop me. As I watched, I felt like I was getting lost in her eyes. Eve’s lips twitched and I could feel my heart starting to race. What in the hell was going on? Everything had seemed so normal a few seconds ago, and now I couldn’t notice that anyone else was in the room besides her.

  “Thank you for walking with me,” she said, in a voice so low it barely registered as a whisper. Her eyes remained unwaveringly locked on mine.

  “My, uh, pleasure,” I stammered out. My mouth felt as though it had been stuffed with cotton balls, and I couldn’t slow down my breathing.

  “No,” she replied, her face slowly moving closer to my own, “I’m pretty sure it was all mine.”

  I was frozen in place, and wasn’t able to react when Eve’s mouth pressed against mine. Her lips were velvety and soft, and I could feel her tongue slide gently against my own; tentative and calm, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She raised her hands up to the back of my neck, carefully pulling me closer to her.

  My first thought was to shrink away, to forget guest service and just slap the hell out of her for being so bold. Hadn’t I already told her that I’d had a boyfriend in the past? I mean, sure, I was a little lonely, but I wasn’t ready to play for the other team just yet! I hadn’t so much as seen another girl naked since I was twelve years old, when my best friend in seventh grade wanted to compare bodies with me in the bathroom mirror.

  There was another part of me, however, that brought my own hand to her own neck and tugged her closer in turn. My body didn’t care that I’d never been with a woman before – it needed this. My own breath was so frantic that it was almost painful as I opened my lips wider, feeling her tongue dance against mine. I was a fast learner…and her mouth was intoxicating. I needed more - my fingers caressed her hair, tugging it as my fingers clenched with excitement.

  As quickly as it had started, it was over – and I was horrified to learn that I was disappointed. Once the magic of the kiss had ended, my senses returned to me in a rush as I realized what had just happened. I had just been kissed by a girl…and, amazingly, I had liked it.

  Eve pulled away from me and took a step back, looking a little sheepish. Her face had brightened to a deep, crimson red and she bit her finger as she considered the petrified expression on my face.

  “I’m sorry about that,” she said, licking her lips. “I, uh, usually can restrain myself better in mixed public. You’re just really, really cute – and it’s been so long…please don’t be mad at me, Amanda.”

  I must have looked like a complete wreck right then. My normal calm had completely been wrecked, replaced by a crazed confusion that I couldn’t explain. My heterosexuality, my professionalism, my common sense – there was no order inside of me at that moment. What the hell had just happened? Eve had just taken advantage of me, and I’d completely allowed it – hell, I was a willing participant. What was wrong with me?

  “I, uh…I’d better go eat,” Eve continued, after a moment. She looked worried. “Can I still come see your show tonight? I’ll behave, I promise.”

  Focus, Amanda, I thought to myself. Focus!

  ”Of course,” I replied weakly, feeling a bit faint. “And, uh, really – don’t worry about, uh, it. It’s alright. It’s…”

  Eve stepped forward slowly, taking my hands into hers. I jumped a little at the contact, but she held on before I could get away. “I’m serious. I’m really sorry – I won’t touch you again without your permission. Please forgive me.”

  “Of course,” I replied mechanically. I was suddenly thankful I had gone into dancing instead of acting, because I was a pretty awful actor. “Of course it’s fine, of course. No big deal. It’s alright.”

  She didn’t look convinced, but she let go of me anyways and flashed a tiny smile in my direction. “I’ll see you around,” she whispered before turning and half-running into the restaurant.

  A few passengers watched as she darted off, and belatedly I wondered who had had noticed our impromptu kiss. It was more than I could deal with, and I made a beeline back for my station in the lobby, praying that no one got too chatty about the horny girls that had been making out near the entrance of the deck three buffet.

  It wasn’t until I started running that I noticed, with some annoyance, that my panties were fucking soaked.

  ***

  The Excelsius horn blared out right at 16:30, sending seven short honks and one really long one – indicating that the mandatory muster drill had begun. Few passengers realized the importance of the internationally required event, and most simply complained about having to wear the horrendously ugly lifejackets for the precious thirty minutes the drill required. God forbid they have to set aside their drinking and gambling for a few minutes in order to learn how to escape the ship in case of an emergency.

  I wasn’t paying much attention, though that was hardly out of the ordinary. Dressed in my yellow crew vest, I’d already participated in the drill nearly a hundred times, and it was always the same. My attention, however, wasn’t focused on the rich tourists in front of me complaining about how their orange vests mussed up their hair and wrinkled their suits; my thoughts were still stuck on deck three, down the hallway next to the Toucan Isles. Every time I blinked, I saw Eve’s sparkling eyes, could smell her perfume and feel the moisture on her lips as they parted against my own.

  Shaking my head, I bit back the shiver that ran through my body. I wasn’t some horny teenager, and I needed to get a hold of myself before I did something stupid. The wetness in my pussy wasn’t helping matters, and I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down. It didn’t work, of course – I wasn’t that lucky. I was stuck with it until it got taken care of.

  By who? I mentally asked before I could stop myself, and blushed furiously as the image of Eve appeared in my mind, hovering over me as she drove her fingers into my cunt. I saw her bend over, taking my clit into her mouth and licking it with the tip of her tongue while her hand probed against my g-spot. She rocked into me harder and harder, taking me past the point of lust and pleasure until I came all over her hand…

  Get a hold of yourself! I screamed mentally as I yanked at my own hair, trying to force the image out of my head. Nothing helped, and I was going crazy trying to ignore it, and I couldn’t take care of it and-

  “Amanda?”

  I gasped sharply at the sound of my name being called, and I turned to see Phil looking at me. No, not looking, glaring. His presence was an instant cold shower, though I doubted I’d be sober for long. What had he seen? I hadn’t been touching myself, had I? Shit. That wasn’t going to be explainable.

  “Yes, Phil?” I asked, hearing my unstable voice crack like a teenage boy.

  “You alright? You’re like, squirming around or something.”

  Experimentally, I tried imagining Phil’s cock. He was an attractive man, and I could imagine myself dating him under different circumstances. I tried to think of him thrusting his cock into me, driving his shaft deep inside of me, making me cum…

  Nope. Nothing. He didn’t do a damn thing for me. An image of Eve sliding her panties down to the ground came unbidden to my mind, and I had to bite my lip to keep from quivering. What was wrong with me? I was still straight, wasn’t I? Not today, apparently…not for her.

  “I’m alright, Phil,” I lied. “Just, uh, a little tired.”

  Phil didn’t believe me; that was obvious. Fortunately, he didn’t bother continuing the subject. “Only two cabins in our section that h
aven’t showed up for muster. Maybe you should be the one to go fetch em’ this time – get some exercise, cool down a little bit. Sound good?”

  “Sure thing,” I exclaimed, with false enthusiasm. I didn’t particularly enjoy looking for muster drill deserters, but I knew he was probably right…walking around a bit would be good for me. Taking the stairs two at a time, I half-walked, half-jogged to get to the rooms in question. The first one was an older couple, both of whom had been preoccupied watching Home Improvement on their in-room television. They were embarrassed and quickly made their way to the elevators back up to the lounge where the muster drills were being held.

  The second room had no answer for me when I knocked. I rapped on the door twice more, per Excelsius policy, before using the master key on the room lock. It was standard procedure to check the room to make sure nothing had happened to the guests, in which case I’d need to call the cops, delay the cruise, etcetera etcetera.

  Most of the time the deserters were foreigners who didn’t understand the whole muster process, or sometimes they just lost track of time while taking a shit. Hell, sometimes they’d just wandered off to the wrong muster station. I’ve been fortunate enough not to walk in on anything too embarrassing, I thought thankfully as I pushed open the door.

  Eve was nude from the waist down on the bed, impaling her pussy on a long silver vibrator. It buzzed loudly, reverberating off of the nearby walls. It looked like she had ordered an adult movie off of the stateroom television and was completely absorbed in it, not yet noticing my awe-stricken presence in her stateroom.

  I had thought I was confused before, but now I couldn’t even think anymore. Why was fate toying with me? There were twenty-two hundred guests on this stupid ship, and I was sent to this one particular guest’s room? The one guest who had completely turned my lonely world upside-down with a simple passionate kiss? Why was this happening to me? Furthermore, was I being punished or rewarded?

  I have no idea how long I stood there watching Eve like a horny idiot, breathing so fast that I was almost hyperventilating as she thrust the dildo deeper and deeper inside herself. I’m not sure what exactly had tipped her off, but her eyes suddenly flicked to mine and they went wide.