by Luke Young
“Look, it was a long time ago, and he’s not here for me to yell at or… I don’t know.” She exhaled deeply. “Let’s not talk about all that. I just want to have fun for a change. I’ve been depressed for longer than… it’s been over a year since…” She shook her head. “Let’s just change the subject.”
“Okay.”
They shared a tender smile before she asked, “Hey, have you ever been SCUBA diving?”
“A couple times.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” She shot him a sexy grin as she put the car in drive.
2
An hour into the flight both couples were safely in their seats on the plane bound for San Juan, Puerto Rico. Jillian and George were enjoying cocktails in first class while Victoria and Ethan were cramped in their tiny seats back in coach on the flight scheduled to land just before ten for their Caribbean cruise ship departing later that day.
Victoria sat by the window with Ethan in the middle seat. Next to him a heavy set man occupied the third seat, both blocking them in and spilling over the armrest onto Ethan as well as into the aisle.
“Do you have enough room,” she whispered in his ear.
“I’m okay.” He shrugged.
“You want to switch?”
He leaned to her and said softly, “No, I couldn’t do that to you.”
“I tried to get us in first class, but it was sold out.”
“It’s a short flight, but maybe we could put up your arm rest.”
“Sure.” After lifting the rest, she gave him a sorrowful look. “Is that better?”
He shifted in his seat a little closer to her and said unconvincingly, “Yeah.”
She flashed him a smile. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“I was hoping you would.”
About thirty feet away in the comfortable part of the plane, Jillian returned to her seat carrying a neck pillow. She rolled her eyes and said, “I forgot I bought this for you last week.”
George wrapped it around his neck. “This is great.”
She smiled. “Now I won’t have to watch your head bobbing up and down for the next two hours.”
“Thanks babe.”
As he reclined his seat back and closed his eyes, she pulled her laptop computer from her purse and opened the lid. A woman approached her wearing a hopeful expression and carrying a book. “Jaclyn West?”
Jillian looked up wearing a cheerful grin. “Yes, that’s me. Well, my pen name actually. I’m Jillian.”
“I absolutely love your books.” Beaming, the woman held up her copy of Knight Rider. “I’m Heidi.”
“Oh, thank you, Heidi.”
“I have all my friends reading them.”
“I appreciate that. I’m actually on my way to a romance writer’s cruise. Theresa Wade and Gloria White will also be there. Are you taking the cruise?”
“No.” Heidi frowned. “I didn’t know anything about that.”
“You should definitely come next year.”
“I would love to.” Heidi asked hesitantly, “I know you get bothered all the time, but would you mind signing my book?”
“I’d be happy to.”
In economy class, the large man next to Ethan was now sleeping with his mouth open, pointed right at him. He was wheezing loudly, and his breath was horrible. Ethan dry heaved then covered his nose as he turned his head toward Victoria.
She cringed. “You poor thing.”
Sighing, he leaned close to her and whispered, “I think he has some sort of serious dental problem.”
“Oh, I can smell it too.” She shuddered, grimacing.
“Maybe nudge him with your shoulder and he’ll shift to the other side.”
“Really?” He gave her an uncertain look.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” He moved a little to his right and gently pressed his shoulder into the large man but there was no result.
“Harder,” she said softly as she nodded her head wearing a stern expression.
He tried again, but only a little more forcefully and still the big guy didn’t budge. Suddenly Victoria pushed on Ethan’s arm and knocked him into the problem man’s shoulder. The man made a horrible phlegmy gurgling noise, stirred, and his head flopped over safely away from them. Victoria shot Ethan a satisfied look, and they shared a wide-eyed smile.
In first class, Jillian was typing away on her laptop as George slept comfortably aided by his amazing neck pillow. She stopped typing and looked up as she mulled over exactly how to word her current thought. Glancing to him, she smiled, before picking up her glass of champagne and taking a sip.
A flight attendant approached her carrying a bottle. “More champagne?”
“Yes, please.”
Packed together liked sardines, but not minding all that much, Victoria asked cheerily, “So what do you want to do first when we get on the ship? They have an ice rink and a rock climbing wall. We can do whatever you want?”
“Anything I want… let’s see…” Pressing his tongue to the side of his mouth, he put on a sexy grin.
“What is it?” She giggled.
“Ice skating sounds like fun, but…” Leaning over, he whispered, “… um, I really want to lick you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I’ve been thinking about nothing other than doing that since, well, since I last did that.”
“That does sound like more fun than ice skating.”
“I think so, and I don’t think I spent enough time doing it, you know, when we—”
She widened her eyes. “Screw the ice rink.”
He took her hand and said softly, “Sorry, don’t get me wrong, it’s not just about the sex, but I can’t get you out of my head. You’re so amazing and beautiful.”
“This is the kind of thing I need to hear more of and…” Chuckling, she tilted her head against his. “I agree… I think that you could spend a little more time with that activity.”
“You’re incredible.”
“Keep going.” She wagged her fingers in front of him. “Keep going.”
He paused a moment then nuzzled close to her face and said, “When I look at you I can’t even remember what I did like two minutes ago. I forget about everything else in the world.”
“You’re adorable.” She smiled. “That’s a great idea. Let’s both forget about everything else in our lives for the entire trip.”
“I can do that.”
Up a few rows, George woke from his nap and pulled a notebook computer from his bag. Jillian was looking over a brochure from the cruise line. “Wow, you can actually ice skate on this ship.”
After running his hands over his eyes, he pushed the button to power up his computer and got no response. He groaned. “Crap.”
“When’s the last time we skated?”
“Huh?”
“They have an ice rink on the ship. Isn’t that amazing?”
“Did you charge up my computer like I asked?” He frowned.
“What?”
“I asked you to charge up my computer when you did yours, but it doesn’t have any power.”
She sighed. “Yes, George I plugged yours in when I did mine.”
“But did you make sure the light came on, on the side— you know that the charger is flaky.”
“You know what… I didn’t make sure the light was on. I was sorta busy yesterday, picking out your clothes for the trip, ironing them, packing them… doing all the things I asked you to help me with when you were sitting on your ass all day watching TV.”
Ignoring her, he closed the lid on the computer then turned it over to fool with the battery and mumbled, “I hate this stupid thing.”
“You remember that?”
“Huh?”
She shot him an incredulous look.
“What?” Giving her a confused look, he shrugged.
“Nevermind,” She grumbled.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
She scoffed. “I’ll tell you
what you can do… you can…” Curling her lip, she covered her mouth with her hands. “Sorry, let’s not start this trip off on the wrong foot. God knows we’ve done that a few times.”
“Yes, I forgive you for not charging it up so let’s move on.”
She looked at him like he was from another planet.
“What?” he asked.
Frowning, she opened her mouth to speak then curled her lip for a moment before taking a deep breath. “So about the ice skating… Do you want to?”
He gave her half a shrug. “If you do… I guess… Yeah.”
“Great,” she replied rolling her eyes.
“Can I use your computer?”
She let out an exhausted sigh then handed her computer over.
3
A little more than four hours later, Jillian was unpacking the carry-on bags in their superior penthouse suite as they awaited the arrival of their suitcases. George was plopped down on the sofa surfing channels on the television. Their large room featured a balcony, a circular queen-sized bed and bathroom with a small soaking tub and separate shower.
She stepped up to the large glass door and looked out. “This is really nice.”
“Huh?”
“I said this is a really nice cabin.”
“There aren’t that many channels.” He grumbled without looking away from the screen.
She chuckled and sat down next to him, placing her hand on his knee. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know the casino doesn’t open until we leave the port.”
“Oh…” She sighed. “You aren’t going to spend all your time in the casino are you?”
“No, but I’m going to gamble a little.”
“Okay, but, you know, don’t go crazy.” She shot him a tired look.
“I promise I won’t overdo it.” He put his arm around her, and she nestled her face on his shoulder.
“Good, because we’re supposed to spend some time together on this trip.” She pulled away from him and looked him in the eye. “I know I have some responsibilities with the book signings and all that, but I’ll have plenty of free time.”
“I know. I know.” He raised his eyebrows. “We did talk about getting a couple’s massage.”
She smiled. “Yeah, I do want to do that.”
“Where’s your schedule for the signings?”
Reaching over, she grabbed her purse and pulled out a sheet of paper. “Let’s see I’ve got one tomorrow at one then on Wednesday at two.”
One floor below the marginally happy couple, Victoria placed her purse down on the desk as her gaze traveled around their luxurious junior spa suite. It was a slightly smaller room than the famous author’s, but it featured a large jetted tub right next to the circular queen-sized bed along with a separate large two-person spa shower directly off the living area.
“Wow.” She pulled open the sliding door and stepped out onto the balcony.
Ethan dropped his carry-on bag to the floor and followed her outside.
“Nice. Huh?”
“Yeah.” Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pressed his chest into her back and kissed her neck. She gasped and tilted her head to one side as he sucked her flesh gently.
She brought her hands back to his hips and pulled him into her. His quickly growing erection now pressed delightfully into her rear end.
He groaned with desire as he pressed his hips into her more firmly. “I missed you.”
“Show me.” Slipping away from him, she took him by the hand and led him inside. As he pulled the door closed, she kicked off her shoes and fell back onto the bed, motioning with a finger and a sexy look for him to join her.
Standing beside the bed, he exhaled deeply as he looked her over. “God, you’re adorable.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
He lay down on her gently and pressed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as they kissed, his tongue slipped into her mouth and hers followed back.
Sliding a hand up to her breast, he rubbed it roughly as the heat between them grew and grew. Her hands found their way into the waistband of his shorts as she kneaded the firm cheeks of his ass.
Panting, he pulled up from her and went to work on the buttons of her blouse as she brought both hands to the front of him and stroked his erection through his shorts. He moaned with his eyes rolling back in his head as she squeezed his bulge.
Once he conquered all her buttons, he folded the sides of her blouse away and gazed down to her pale yellow lace bra. Diving down, he pressed his lips between her breasts then focused on the right side, kissing and licking her skin as his tongue searched out her nipple.
She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer as he brought his hands up and pushed her bra over her swollen breasts. He captured her nipple in his mouth and went to work nibbling on it before sucking it hard. Then he alternated between gentle licks and sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could and her nipples hardened with his attention.
Moaning, she guided her hands down his back, pulling his shirt up as she dug her fingertips gently into his skin.
Kissing his way down her body, he rested with his knees on the floor then drank in the sight of her resting on the bed in her short sexy skirt and her knees bent. “Remember what we talked about on the plane?”
“I do,” she replied.
“I’m going to get started now.”
She nodded breathlessly as he lifted her skirt up and folded it to her stomach exposing her matching yellow lace panties. She spread her legs wide and closed her eyes as he placed a hand on each of her knees and ran his fingers slowly down her thighs. His head followed his hands and he pressed his mouth to her, pushing his tongue out firmly and into her lace-covered entrance.
She groaned as he cupped the cheeks of her ass then moved his tongue to the side of her panties as he fought to slide it around and into her.
Suddenly the ship’s announcement system boomed, “This is Captain Waterbrook. I want to welcome you aboard the Prince of the Seas the crown jewel of the International America Cruise Lines fleet.”
Ignoring the interruption, Ethan’s tongue found its intended target as he dipped into her wetness.
The announcement continued, “At this time all passengers are required to attend a mandatory muster drill at their assigned muster station. Please look to the notice posted on the door to your cabin for the location of your station.”
Rising up from her, he wiped his mouth. “What the hell’s a mustard drill?”
“Muster drill.”
“Oh…” He shook his head. “Okay, so my next question would be… What the hell is a muster drill?”
“Lifeboat drill.”
“Oh…” He scoffed. “What do we need that for?”
She raised her palms up in defeat. “Haven’t you even seen Titanic?”
“No, I’m not a twelve year-old girl. So they’re really worried about the iceberg thing?”
“I guess.”
“Well, I’m no Marine Biologist, but I’m pretty sure there are no icebergs in the Caribbean.” He gave her a smile.
“Well, it could sink for other—” She lost her train of thought when he went right back to work. “Oh…” She moaned, and her eyes rolled back behind their lids as he suddenly kicked his attention into high gear.
About three minutes later the captain repeated his announcement and Ethan pulled up from her and sighed.
Frowning, Victoria yanked him by the shirt collar and forced him back down. “I’m sure we have a few more minutes.”
He held her panties to one side as he plunged his tongue deep inside her. She squirmed around on the mattress, moaning and groaning in pleasure and putting a death grip on the sheets. Less than two minutes later, the captain again repeated the message this time adding a warning about a cabin-to-cabin search for any defectors from the drill.
Pulling up from her, Ethan groaned. “Crap.”
Victoria rose
to her feet, shook her head to get her bearings then checked her face in the mirror. “We’ll have our own mandatory drill right here when we’re done with the captain’s.”
He grinned. “I think ours sounds like more fun.”
At Muster Station D, Ethan stood directly behind Victoria in the middle of a row of twelve other passengers. Crowded together in a sea of people, the group stood at attention as their muster drill coordinator paced in front of the group cracking jokes in the sweltering summer heat.
All along the side of the ship were groups of two hundred or so passengers lined up similarly and being subjected to the same fate. When the group was settled, two crew members began at opposite sides of the group and started scanning cruise pass cards in order to record attendance.
After that fifteen minute ordeal, the coordinator began. “Hello and welcome aboard the Prince of the Seas. My name is Joshua and if you can’t tell from my accent I’m from Australia. Where you are now standing is your assigned muster station. In the event of an emergency onboard this ship, you will hear the emergency signal, which is seven short blasts followed by one long blast on the ship’s horn. If you hear this signal you are to immediately make your way to this muster station and line up as you are now. Does everyone understand this?”
A halfhearted chorus of affirmative responses spilled from the group as Joshua shook his head in disappointment.
“What?” Joshua shouted. “I could not hear you. Does everyone understand this?”
“Yes,” the group boomed in unison.
“Good, I’m glad you are now awake.” He chuckled. “Remember you are in muster station D on deck ten and my name is Joshua. The emergency signal is seven short and one long.”
Looking down at his watch, he waited about ten seconds then said, “You will now hear the signal.”
All listened with varying levels of interest to the seven short and one long blast from the ship’s horn. When it was done, Joshua loudly said, “THIS IS MUSTER STATION?”
“D,” the group screamed out.
“DECK?”
“TEN”
“MY NAME IS?”
“JOSHUA”
“THE SIGNAL IS?”