“Ladies we’re here.” Pointing out the left window next to Kristy.
Stretching for miles along the pristine waters a massive yacht nearly two stories in height painted a festive blue and white, sat along the boating dock. It's quiet presence slowly rocking back and forth as passing boats streamed by on this warm morning the rippled waves sending a light shock through the tranquility of the ocean. A crew of men and women dressed in neatly ironed white uniforms and bow ties stood on the top deck in obedience waiting for their master to arrive. The United States flag rippled ushered by the light early morning winds from the peak of the colossal white pole. The story below where the crew stood, had their own mini decks with long oblong windows. On the second floor was a spacious floor complete with a bar and a private pool.
“Come on ladies. Let’s have some fun. The day is young and time is on our side.” Garry said.
“Yes let’s, baby!” Jenna replied as she kissed him on the tip of his lips practically leaping her lizard tongue down his throat.
Sickened once again at the sight of it all Kristy just wanted to turn around and hide in her own corner. Reluctantly she followed the two of them hoping maybe one of those nasty thunderstorms that hit these parts from time to time would rear its ugly head and spoil the day’s festivities.
Chapter 12
Hours later they parked in some remote lagoon the crystal clear waters a perfect scene for a hot rendezvous. With all the crew staff tucked away in the recesses of the massive ship Kristy, Jenna and Garry had the entire bottom deck to themselves. Garry took off his shirt showing off his pale blonde hairy chest his stomach a perfect six pack that anyone would die to run their fingers along. Every inch of him was so perfect and yet so untouchable. Kristy couldn’t help but notice the perfect body of her best friend Jenna trim, sexy and absolutely void of any imperfections. The two were like a perfect pair match from utopia. Their eyes locking on each other from the white chase lounge chairs set up along the deck, Garry’s manhood resurrecting its largeness through his sea blue shorts. Jenna would have fun with that, Kristy thought to herself. It was always about Jenna and what she wanted in life. Sitting, drinking a long glass of orange juice she dug her nails into the hard leather surface of the chair silently watching this atrocity as it occurred. Oh, how she just wanted to tell Jenna what this guy is really about -- he was gay or bisexual and playing both fields. Boy, that would really spoil Jenna’s bubble. It would be too much for her to handle.
“Hey, ladies why don’t we go for a swim?” Garry asked.
“That sounds like fun. Kristy, want to swim, hon?” Jenna asked in that innocent seductive voice that got her into the pants of many guys through the years.
“I’ll pass. I’m just going to stay here.”
“Ok. Well, we’ll be right here. Join if you want.” Running to the top of the deck she placed her perfectly shaped feet and plunged into the pure blue waters of the lagoon.
Jealousy for the first time reared its ugly head in Kristy’s life. Never before had she experienced anything like that. Watching those two grind on each other, Garry with his glistening strong body against Jenna’s slender perfect ten his hands cupping her breasts and running his tongue between them. Both were so beautiful and neither of them was within reach. Kristy who had always been the oddball, the nerd, the one with bad looks and the lifeless hairstyles once again had to sit and watch others have fun and she was on the outside looking in. Her old feelings of Jenna from middle school when she first set eyes on her soft skin, short cut blonde hair and still developing breasts and fantastic personality that could get them out of any jam, came to full surface. Complicating things, she was presented with the most handsome man she had ever seen with his shiny surfer boy blonde hair, boyish dimpled face, and contagious smile that probably won over many women.
Kissing him on the tip of his cheeks slowly running her tongue along the incline of his jaw and into his lips her hand making an upward gesture in the water down below as Garry groaned was more than Kristy could bear. Putting his head back screaming in the deepest grunt she ever heard a man make it was boisterous enough to cause some resting birds from the rocky inlet to flap their snow white wings and scatter through the sapphire sky. That was it, Kristy thought angrily to herself, she is just sitting there with him taunting me -- I can’t take this shit. Running off she didn’t care if she slept the rest of the trip in her cabin.
Chapter 13
Crashing onto her bed hoping no one could hear her muffled tears Kristy just wanted it all to be over. The trip, the vacation, everything. Let me get back to my dull life in Philadelphia and go back to working for Ms. Coyle, the slave driver. Clenching her fists into the smooth surface of the bed sheets listening to the cries of some geese cackling to themselves in the distance she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be animal of this sort. She recalled many times in school learning about the mating cycles of animals. When they were old enough to mate they made some sort of call or put off a scent and the deed was done. Why did humans have to be so evolved and concerned with feelings? She had needs and the chance of her meeting anyone that would be on her level was next to null.
Throwing her pillow across the room she didn’t even see Jenna there standing, her wet body dripping from her nakedness as if she were some fountain of youth. Her eyes widened in shock she stared at her best friend as if she didn’t recognize her. At this point, Kristy didn’t care her feelings were crushed as if someone had taken a bow and arrow and punctured her heart leaving her to bleed to death. Except, in this case, it wasn’t her blood oozing out it was her own feelings and trust being shattered into a million fragments.
“What has gotten into you, girl? What is wrong with you?” Jenna questioned, the curtness in her voice reminding Kristy of a strict first-grade teacher she had back in school Ms. Clark with her domineering looks and unemotional voice.
“You know what you’re doing. Flaunting yourself all over that guy knowing I liked him too. You always do that shit to me, Jenna. You see someone I like and you devour them like a piranha. You’re just not fair. You can have any guy you want.” Kristy cried letting her emotions flood out of her not caring what or how she said it.
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I told you to jump on him back in Philadelphia. No, you want to play Ms. Innocence and good girl shit. Honey that will get you nowhere in this life. Trust me. I know. I have been there.”
Jenna always knew how to put the right words out there, ones that would make Kristy take a hard reflection on her own life and make her really think about what she was doing. As angry as she was, she couldn’t help but agree further than the truth. All her life she worried about what her mother thought or would say trying to be Ms. Perfect and it has gotten her nowhere in life. Dolores, her sister, certainly didn’t abide by such rules. Pregnant at age 18 and moving on with her life with a man who truly cared and worshiped her as if she was a queen, she was the epitome of happiness.
“You know, you’re right. I am just being stupid. That is why. That is why- ”
Kristy couldn’t say even though her heart was pushing her to. Every thought was demanding, she conveys these feelings to her friend. She was beyond a friend at this point. She had to say what has been on her mind for so long. It was time she finally stopped being Ms. Innocence like Jenna said and truly let her know how she feels about her.
“What is it, honey? Tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”
“I fucking love you! I want you as my girlfriend. Ever since we met back in middle school and through high school, I have secretly wanted you more and more each day.”
“Are you serious? This is too funny. I have felt the same for you too. I have always loved you more than a sister, friend or anything else you want to call it. I would love to have you as my first girlfriend.”
Jenna walked up and kissed Kristy on the tip of her mouth running her tongue down her throat. Cupping Kristy’s breasts through her sweaty t-shirt squeezing them like a
pair of melons being checked for freshness, sent a warm tingling sensation throughout her body. Her shorts wet with excitement begging for Jenna to lick her in all the right places sending her to an ecstasy she never would forget.
“Ah, now this is what I’m talking about. Two lesbians who find themselves. Man, you both are fucking hot and I want to fuck the shit out of both of you.” Garry stood there in his birthday suit his dick as long and thick as some tree bark. Curving to the right his cock head was like looking at an army soldiers helmet.
“Oh, you naughty boy. I knew there was a reason I liked you. What do you think Kristy?”
Her hormones raging through her body with the steadfast pace of a marathon runner on their last lap, she desired both of them deep in her. Garry’s hard dick pounding her untouched pussy for the first time sent shivers through her spine. Sweat dripping from her as she fantasized his hunky body hovering over her those long strong legs anchored on the bed as he pounded the shit out of her, broke the boundary between Ms. Innocence and Ms. First Fuck.
“Yes. I want it all. Give it to me.”Tearing off her clothes laying back on the bed as Kristy began to dine on her wet pussy.
Taking his hard prick in her mouth Kristy could taste the salty taste of his pre-cum moistening her lips like gloss. The thickness of his member jammed her throat as his baseball size balls banged against the edge of her throat. Each inch of him expanded her throat in ways she never thought possible. It was as if his hugeness was meant for her and her only. His cock tasted so good. Jenna’s tickling tongue and fingers plunged deeper into Kristy’s womanhood unleashing the hidden monster of lust welled deep within her. Crying out as her first orgasm ravaged her body every muscle tightening up in one climatic moment she thrust herself back onto the bed for only a second before Garry shoved his hardness back into her hot wet mouth.
“Fuck your girl can suck dick. Fuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!” Moaning as he dumped the first of many hot loads.
Swallowing every inch of his man seed, something she never even imagined, Kristy felt the layers of inexperience peel from her in one climatic moment after another. Her breasts swelled with excitement she wanted to feel Garry’s hardness deep in her.
“Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me!!!” Kristy moaned begging for his hardness.
“I think we both can fuck you, sweetie. I have something for you too.” Jenna smiled as she bent down and reached something out of the bottom of Kristy’s bed.
It was one of those strap ons. Kristy had only seen them in porn movies that she would secretly watch online. It was long thick and just as nice as the real thing swinging between Garry’s legs. Tying the piece around her firm buttocks Jenna demanded Kristy turn around. Garry sat on the bed pushing his manhood into Kristy’s moist pussy at the same time as Jenna opened her asshole with her toy. The sheer ecstasy she was feeling was unlike anything ever felt before. His probing penis piercing through her womanhood examining every inch of her untouched parts with his thick shlong.
“Ah, fuck, this pussy is so tight and wet. Fuck, you are hot Kristy. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you. Fuck, you are so fucking hot. Give me more of that fucking pussy. Give it to me!!!!” Garry demanded.
“Oh, baby I love this ass. It feels so wet on my dick. I could fuck it for hours.” Jenna moaned as she pinched the tips of Kristy’s breasts.
“Yes, fuck me!! Fuck me! I want to feel you both in me!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Kristy moaned as she unleashed more of her dripping pussy juices on Garry’s raging cock.
“Fuck!!!” Garry roared unleashing more of his hot seed into Kristy, his sweaty balls slamming against her pussy lips.
Looking into Garry’s tightened face his boyhood transformed into manhood as he grunted sent a wave of intense ecstasy through Kristy’s body. Her pussy juices squirted out onto his still hard cock its head moist with her love juice. Smiling she could feel Jenna’s strong thrusts into her ass moaning as she fucked her deep, unlike anything she felt. Her ass hot with pleasure demanded more and more of the love tool deep in her wet pussy.
“I think it’s time I give your girlfriend a real send off.” Kissing Kristy on the tip of her lips digging his tongue down into her mouth his breath was like smelling hot sex.
Jumping behind Jenna he thrust his hardness into her, his sinewy legs anchoring against her back as he pounded her relentlessly. Taking off the toy she turned Kristy back to her, her lips locking with hers as Kristy reached down into Jenna’s pussy and fingered the warm moistness below.
“Oh my fucking God! Fuck me deep! Give it to me. Garry, please. Ahhhh!! Kristy, I love you, baby.” Swabbing her tongue around Kristy’s lips as she shot her own pussy juices right into her lover’s hands.
“Ahhhhhh!!!!” Garry roared as he pulled out his snake like prick shooting an ooze of thick white cum on her back.
“Now this is what I call a good fucking time.” Jenna smiled kissing her new lover.
“I couldn’t agree more, honey. I love you a lot.” Kristy smiled, sweat glazing her body as if she had just doused herself with baby oil.
“You girls are fucking awesome.” Garry said as he stroked his shrinking penis.
“Yeah, I know.” Jenna replied, tenderly stroking the hair of her lesbian interest.
Chapter 14
The airport in St. Bart’s was unlike other ones that Kristy had seen. It was small most of the airplanes were minuscule in nature and required you fly them over the islands massive oceanic circumference before transferring to one of the bigger airports in the states. Though she had a strong fear of being over the ocean flying for countless hours, now she had her new lover to explore and experience things with. Holding hands as they stood on the concrete walkway, the airport crew standing there in their khaki shorts, tropical colored shirts, and tanned smiling faces, she hoped one day that they could come back to this magical island. If it hadn’t been for this trip, compliments of the John and Hank show, she would have never found her true purpose, experienced her first and most awesome sex she ever had and met a really great man.
Garry and Freddy stood next to them as an elderly woman with silver straw thin hair took a picture of the group. Say cheese she said in that raspy voice of hers probably the results of years of smoking. No sooner did she give them the camera back that Kristy’s confirmations were made true when the woman pulled out a long cancer stick from her white purse.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye ladies. We really had a nice time.” Garry said his voice brimming with excitement.
“We did. Keep in touch. You have our information now.” Jenna said.
“Yes, and I know where you all work.” Gary replied giving both girls a huge hug.
Walking off Kristy couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness enter her heart hoping one day she could come back and see Garry again. He opened her mind to so many things that she never thought possible. It is weird how things happen in life and one never knows the true reason till it’s all over and done.
“I love you.” Kristy said to Jenna kissing her on the lips.
“You too, baby. When we get home I am getting you out of that dreadful apartment and job with Ms. Coyle. We’ll figure it all out.” Jenna said.
For the first time in her life as the sun beat down on her head, its glowing warmth offering plenty of comfort Kristy felt things would finally work out. Life will be good. No more worries and as the islanders say it: don’t worry, be happy! Smiling she walked onto the tiny airplane that would take them to the airport in Florida. Looking at Jenna, for the first time she wasn’t afraid.
THE END
Passion Dance
Chapter 1
It was staring up at me from the table, taunting and teasing me: A gold lettered card that read, “Happy Birthday! Your friend, Ashley, has signed you up for 6 weeks of dance lessons at the International Ballroom Studio! Get your dancing shoes, and we’ll see you there!”
It was a cute and personal little gift certificate, but the sentiment was more confrontational than anythi
ng. Ashley had been my best friend since high school, and had since moved to New York, but we still talked every other day on the phone about everything. Ever since she moved to The Big Apple, she thought she was an expert on taking chances.
“You never do any of the things you want to do!” she’d cry. “You won’t even dance in public, and you’re an amazing dancer!”
“Not yet... I need to take lessons.”
“Then why don’t you take them?”
“...Shut up,” I’d say. And the conversation would be over.
But now, she’d thrown down the gauntlet. The lessons were paid for. She was the only one who knew about my secret aspirations. She was also the only one who knew about my crippling fear of pursuing dance. As such, she took it upon herself to make me face my fear. It was a terrible thing to do to me.
When Ashley and I were in high school, I’d have her come over to watch the classical dance recitals on PBS. Being a good friend, she’d comply, though I knew she was bored to tears. I’d try to get her into it, and together we’d try the dance moves ourselves, performing ballet, tap, and -- what I loved more than anything -- ballroom dance. We’d tango around the room together and she’d trip over my feet as I did my best to lead her. I longed so much to dance with a real partner, but I’d always been so shy. Ashley was the only person in the world that I could really be myself with. So I danced with her or by myself, practicing the moves I saw over and over again until I got them right. Alone in my room, I’d strip to my bra and panties while I danced, watching my body sway this way and that, watching my muscles contract, doing my best to be as demanding and exacting as any dance teacher ever could be. But sooner or later, everybody needs somebody to watch them. And that was the thing I feared the most.
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