Munch Time 1

by Amanda Fleming

  Finally, we relaxed, our skins warm and slick, our breathing slow and deep, our bodies sated and relaxed. She laid her head into my shoulder, and I slipped into a deep, real sleep.

  ***

  I woke up, a few hours later, feeling Lucy stirring beside me.

  "Ohh...I can't sleep on sand," she muttered into my ear, and I fought back the urge to giggle.

  "Why don't you go find your bed on the boat?" I whispered, kissing her ear. "And...thank you."

  She smiled a huge, sweet, happy smile at me -- I knew she understood, and I think she had gotten just what she wanted as well. One good night. I was incredibly grateful to her.

  We kissed one last time after dressing and parted ways, with Lucy wading out toward the ship and me wandering down toward the fire, wondering if there was anything edible left from the earlier feeding frenzy.

  As I was picking through a few remnants of food clinging to the skewers -- yes, I was really that hungry -- a shadowy figure wandered up toward the fire. I looked up in surprise -- I'd noticed Robert asleep against a tree not far from the fire, and Tim was snoring right beside the fire.

  "Ashley?" The person called out softly, if that makes sense, and I knew who it was. There was no mistaking that accent.

  "Yeah, Chris, it's me." I put a few more shreds of meat in my mouth, wincing at how burnt they were, but not caring that much.

  The skinny redheaded woman wandered up to the fire, yawning.

  "Couldn't sleep?" I asked.

  She snorted. "Not likely -- not with all the noise from the master suite."

  I laughed a little -- I could afford to feel a lot more magnanimous about that, now. "Again?"

  "It seemed even louder than before," she shook her head. "Those two are insatiable."

  They weren't the only ones. A girl hadn't worn me out the way Lucy had since high school.

  We chatted quietly as I kept nibbling at the remains of the previous evening's dinner. Not long after, Tim woke up, followed by Robert. We all played cards until the sun came up. I felt enormously more relaxed, unsurprisingly, and Robert seemed to notice the difference in me -- when he gave me a questioning look at one point behind Tim and Chris's backs, I winked at him, and he grinned briefly and gave me a little congratulatory toast of a water bottle.

  Gradually, over the next couple of hours, everyone else straggled in. Don and Carla arrived from the boat, and Caitlyn wandered in shortly after. Lucy joined us as well -- we exchanged a smile that we thought was subtle, but that Don, Carla, and Robert all noticed, as I figured out from the amused looks they each gave me over the next half hour, each of which I answered with a blush and a faint smug little grin. Lucy, to my amazement for a girl who seemed so shy, showed no particular reaction to the looks she got, other than a happy little grin and nod when Carla leaned over to whisper something in her ear while looking at me with twinkling eyes.

  I was glad at least that Tim and Caitlyn didn't seem to pick up on it. Don and Robert set up a wonderful breakfast of fruits and fish and nuts, and we ate, talking companionably and discussing the next leg of the trip -- from here, evidently, we passengers had a choice. We could either sail past a chain of abandoned islands like this one, where it would be quiet and isolated, or we could sail to a little resort on a bigger island, where we could meet some people and drink and dance and do all the usual resort vacation nonsense.

  I certainly had no desire to spend a few days in a giant night club -- which was apparently a fairly common opinion. Only Tim seemed to have any interest in the resort, and Don offered to take a slight detour to what he claimed was a prime fishing spot, which convinced Tim to take the quiet route.

  After finishing up breakfast and cleaning up our camp -- Don and Carla insisted, though we all agreed -- so that the place looked like no one had ever been there, exactly as we had found it.

  We all clambered back onto the boat -- I hadn't really missed the thing, though I was looking forward to sleeping in a real bed again. I'm no more comfortable sleeping on bare sand than Lucy was.

  We settled back into our cabins a bit as Don and Carla got the ship ready to move, and before I knew it, we were back out on the wide, empty ocean. Lucy and Robert and Tim kept right on playing cards, and Carla and Don were doing boat things -- which I suspect involved at least one break in their cabin -- which left Caitlyn and I lounging on the deck, Caitlyn in the sun and me in the shade.

  We sat in silence for a long time, enjoying the peaceful ocean, the breeze and the sunshine, until Caitlyn apparently couldn't hold it in any longer.

  "Okay, so what happened?"

  I looked at her questioningly.

  She just gave me a steady stare.

  I raised my eyebrows. Be damned if I was going to admit she'd been totally right.

  She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Don't tell me. I know something happened. Either you got some or somebody talked you down."

  I just shrugged.

  She snorted. "Fine, fine. I'll get it out of you eventually, you know that."

  "We'll see." I stretched, relaxing and closing my eyes. Then I opened them again, deciding turnabout was fair play. "What about you?"

  Caitlyn looked over again, tilting up her sunglasses to see me. "What about me?"

  I just gave her the same eloquently steady stare she'd given me.

  She grinned. "Why should I tell you anything when you wouldn't tell me?"

  "Oh, so there is something to tell?" I sat up intently.

  "I didn't admit to anything," she said primly.

  "Uh huh..." I lay on my side facing her. "I'll tell you what. If you tell me -- honestly -- I'll tell you everything."

  She looked over at me sharply, and looked rather tempted -- in fact, it might have been a trick of the light, but I'd swear she looked a little bit flushed. Then she turned away, closing her eyes. "No deal -- I've nothing to tell anyway."

  I sighed in disappointment -- I've always been a curious girl, so I probably would have spilled the beans about Lucy to find out what had made her blush like that. I leaned back, feeling drowsy, and drifted off, able for the first time to just totally relax and enjoy the bright sunshine.

  ***

  That night, back in my dark little sauna of a bedroom, I lay awake after catching a few hours of sleep, feeling that heat seeping into me, driving me as crazy as it had before. I felt warm, relaxed, but sensitized, very aware of my own body. My experience with Lucy had apparently reminded my body just how good it was to be with someone else, and I actually thought for several long minutes about whether or not I could find the guts to sneak down the hall and knock on Lucy's door.

  Eventually, I just stripped my clothes off and ran my hands down my warm, slippery skin. My body felt alive, tingling with sensation. I remembered the feeling of Lucy's hands on my body, and remembered the pleasure I had found writhing under her squirming, thrusting body, and I didn't have to spend much time priming myself before sliding my fingers over my slick pussy. Sighing and rocking my hips against my fingers, I relived the two amazing orgasms Lucy had given me, and then relished the memory of eating her out of her mind, the feel of that warm, melted chocolate body bucking and twisting and helplessly quivering under me.

  Then, as I got nearer to orgasm, and quite to my surprise, those memories slipped away from me, and a different memory took their place as my fantasy. I recalled my dreams of the first two nights on the ocean. My mind filled once again with the sensation of my hands being held down, and my pussy eaten in such a savoring, luscious way. I actually stopped touching myself, lowering my hands to grip the sheets, bucking my hips -- I could almost feel that tongue for real, the memory so clear that I thought I might reach orgasm just imagining it.

  The heat was so strong, burning inside me, and I gradually sank so deep into the fantasy that I seemed to fall back asleep, drifting off with my hips still moving and my pussy throbbing with need.

  Then, of course, in my lust-induced haze of a dream, it all returned to me, only a hundred times more
intense. I felt the hands gently restraining my wrists, holding them alongside my hips. I felt the silky smooth shoulders between my straining, sweaty thighs, and felt that wonderfully, deliriously pleasurable mouth exploring, tasting, making love to my pussy.

  This time, there were no doubts or fears, no holding back. I was going to enjoy this dream.

  "Oh, yes..." I thrust my hips at that mouth, my head arched back. "Yes...love me..."

  I felt a deep shudder pass through the mouth on me, and then a hot, naked body was sliding up along mine -- only it didn't feel quite like Lucy's body. At this point, though, I didn't care. The hands held mine down, but as the body slid upwards, the hands shifted so that the girl on top of me could change where her weight was resting -- and I took advantage.

  Wriggling my hands free, I reached down and found a pair of sleek, satiny hips -- the skin so warm and firm, as slippery with sweat as my own -- and pulled. My lover was unbalanced, and I heard a blurted curse of surprise as I pulled her up my body until she was over my mouth. I burrowed eagerly between creamy smooth thighs, and tasted just the first hint of incredible sweetness, like warm honey. Hands grabbed my hair, trying to pull me away as the body tried to shift, but I didn't allow that -- I grabbed a pair of slim wrists, growled in warning that I would not be denied, and feasted.

  I heard a quick, startled cry of mingled shock and pleasure, and one of the hands still in my hair, held by the wrist, clenched in surprise.

  The pussy against my mouth was perfect -- just the way I like it. Very little hair -- just a tuft that I could feel against my upper lip. Soft, delicate lips, and a very warm, creamy center -- and most importantly, unlike many girls and despite popular belief, it was incredibly sensitive. Every touch made her quiver, every lick made her gasp, and every suck made her shudder.

  I was in no mood to be patient, either -- I knew dreams like this usually didn't last, and I wasn't going to let it end before I made this girl come, and come hard.

  My tongue thrust deep, and she cried out -- and then, with a strength that shocked me, pulled away. Our holds were reversed, my hands were pinned down beside my head, and my lover's soft pussy was on my chest as she practically sat on me to keep me still.

  I heard the deep breath as she tried to regain control, and I arched under her, moaning. "Let me taste you again," I murmured. "Let me make you come."

  I felt the tremor in her, and then a whisper, faint and soft. "Damn you." Then the body slid down mine, the weight shifted, and her knee roughly opened my legs back up. I gasped in surprise and excitement as she pushed between my legs and I felt that perfect pussy against my own. She started thrusting against me, almost harshly, panting with effort.

  I knew immediately what she was doing -- she was trying to come without allowing me to do anything. She was simply too desperate not to come, but could not abide the more intimate contact of my mouth on her...and didn't know any of the other ways to come with a girl. Right at that moment, I knew -- and once I realized the truth, everything clicked together, and I knew what she needed me to do.

  My legs curled around hers, moving too quickly for her to stop them, and pulled, pinning her against me with all my strength and pulling her legs a little further apart so that I could mash her pussy into mine. She made a surprised noise, and her grip loosened for just a moment, just enough for me to pull my hands free, grab her back, and pull her down against me. I felt her sweat-slick breasts press into mine, and felt silky hair on my shoulders and neck.

  "Go ahead, Caitlyn," I whispered in her ear. "Don't stop...come for me."

  She cried out into my ear in shock, desperate desire, and fear, a sound that tore at my heart -- but I didn't let her think about it too much. One hand grasped a firm, smooth buttock and my hips thrust up, grinding my own wet pussy into hers, filling her with sensation before her brain could take back over from her body.

  She cried out again into my ear, and I pressed into her, rocking my hips. "Do it, don't stop, you'll come so hard," I whispered into her ear, and I actually felt her lose control, a feeling I relished.

  She started thrusting into me again, panting in my ear, and through my own rippling pleasure, I decided to play it up for her.

  "Oh, god, yes," I moaned into her ear, sucking on her earlobe, "yes, you're so wet, I feel your pussy against mine, baby, do it. Let go and come for me."

  She cried out again, shuddering, burying her face in my neck as I felt her spasm and stiffen, squealing into my neck, her body tense and shaking atop me. I kept my hips rolling only very softly, to intensify her orgasm but not over-stimulate her.

  She relaxed a moment later -- and then ripped away from me, pulling entirely off my body so quickly that I couldn't hold on to her.

  I gasped in surprise, but I couldn't see her clearly -- she stood at the foot of my bunk for a moment. I heard clothes rustling, and then the click of my door opening and shutting behind her.

  I lay there in shock, for two reasons -- one, that that had certainly not been a dream. I'd never felt so awake in my life. Two...that really had been my best friend -- her mouth eating me so beautifully, her sweet, wet pussy on my lips and throbbing around my tongue, her naked body rocking on top of me, and her crying into my ear in desperate, needy, unbearable orgasm.

  I lay there, totally awake, wondering.

  ***

  The next morning, as the boat sailed on, I came up on deck, looking for Caitlyn. The few hours left of the night had been spent thinking, trying to figure out what to do, wondering if I had just gained a lover or lost a friend. Don and Carla were taking care of the boat, while Robert and Tim were going through some of the fishing gear on board, deciding what they wanted to use. Knowing little about fishing and caring even less, I wandered to where Chris and Lucy were lounging and talking -- it seemed Lucy was getting the same long explanation of Chris's upcoming wedding that Caitlyn had earlier.

  "Hey, Ashley," Lucy greeted me with a smile. I smiled back. Chris nodded.

  "Have either of you seen Caitlyn this morning?" I asked them.

  Chris nodded again. "She's locked in our cabin -- she wasn't feeling well, and she said she wasn't going to ruin anyone else's vacation with seeing her sick." Her voice was sympathetic.

  "Oh," I said, lamely. "All right."

  "Join us," Lucy suggested, patting the lounge chair next to hers. "Don said that we'll reach the next island within a few hours -- he said there're these ponds there that are almost fresh water, so they're great for swimming in."

  "That sounds nice," I agreed, plopping myself down. There were only showers on the boat -- the chance to soak in non-seawater for a while wasn't something I was going to refuse.

  So I lounged with them for a few hours, until the next island came into view ahead, a pretty little thing that was as much reef as island, with tree-covered hills mixed with lower, wetter ground, some parts that were almost outright swamp. There were also, as promised, a great many shallow, secluded little pools of water that, while not quite freshwater, were certainly less salty than the ocean.

  Most of us made our way ashore as Don and Carla finished rigging the boat to stay there the night, though Caitlyn still didn't emerge from below. I was worried, now, but there was nothing I could do if she wasn't going to talk to me.

  I hoped she just needed time to think through what had happened -- it's not as though plenty of straight girls haven't had brief, curiosity-driven experiences with their lesbian friends. It happens all the time, and it's usually no big deal. Even good friends, in my experience, end up just chalking it up to alcohol, or curiosity, or a "deep feminine bond", and get past it.

  After we settled onto the island, Don fixed breakfast -- more fruit and some ham that he cooked over a fire, which was delicious. Caitlyn still didn't appear, but Carla took some food out to the boat for her.

  Once we had eaten, everybody wanted to explore the island -- this one was quite a bit bigger than the last one, so there was a lot more to explore, and relatively clear water in which to ba
the. Robert and Tim went off in one direction, while Carla, Lucy and I headed in another, and Don stayed near the ship in case anything happened there or to tell Caitlyn where we had gone if she emerged. Chris stayed behind as well, deciding to get some sunbathing in on the boat, and to be handy if Caitlyn needed anything -- I might have done the same, except I figured rather sadly that it was probably better for Caitlyn if I wasn't there.

  Carla took Lucy and I a little ways into the palms, where she promised us was her favorite little pool. We found it without much trouble. It was a lovely spot, too -- a pool surrounded by rocks, with a little waterfall kind of thing on one side that flowed down to another pool via a tiny creek.

  The water was just deep enough to soak in, like a giant bathtub, probably no more than waist deep. Lucy and I immediately got down to our bathing suits and waded out, sinking into the lukewarm water with identical sighs. Meanwhile, Carla surprised us both by stripping down completely and wading almost regally past us into the water.

  Neither Lucy nor I seemed that worried about being naked in front of a married woman -- but as we exchanged a brief, uncomfortable look, we both realized at the same moment that we were actually nervous about being naked in front of each other. We both laughed at the absurdity of that, and a few moments later, joined Carla in the pool with our swimsuits laid out neatly on the rocks, luxuriating in the clean water.