She got back to her cabin only to find that Keira wasn’t even there. And by all appearances, her bed hadn’t been slept in. ‘Looks like she stayed overnight with Carlos. Again,’ Tara thought almost bitterly. Tara climbed into the shower and got ready for work.
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That afternoon . . .
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That day of work had been as uncomfortable as any Tara had worked since she came on board with Deep Blue Cruises. Keira was oddly subdued, and Tara kept wondering if the older woman was watching her: glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. ‘Does she know?’ Tara had thought. ‘But so what if she does? I didn’t do anything wrong! And it’s not like she’s a saint either!’
The two worked in relative silence as they worked their way through the luxury cabins. At lunch, Keira wandered off to find and talk to Carlos.
“Big surprise,” Tara muttered. She went to the cafeteria and sat down to partake of a turkey sandwich. She sensed someone sitting next to her. She turned her head. “Hey Paul.”
“Hey,” came the somewhat muffled response. “Listen, are you okay?” he whispered.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was talking about. “You mean about last night? Yeah, I am. I just . . . I wasn’t really planning on something like that. I’m still getting used to the idea of having sex, and . . . well, you guys are my friends.”
“We’re still going to be your friends. We just wanted to make sure that you weren’t having second thoughts or were going to start avoiding us.”
“No. It’s . . . it’s just kind of hard to explain.”
“Would you rather talk to Keira?” he asked.
“No! I mean, not really. She seems to be ‘distracted’ these days.”
Paul looked Tara over. “Are things okay with you two?”
“I don’t know,” she said dejectedly. “We haven’t been talking as much recently. Did you tell her about last night?”
“I haven’t even seen her, and I’d be willing to bet Jeff hasn’t either. By the way, he and I agreed not to say anything unless you did.”
Tara smiled and hugged Paul. “Thanks. And I mean it when I say I had fun last night.” She stopped and sighed. “I thought that I would want to talk to Keira about it, but I don’t. At least, not right now. And it wouldn’t matter if I did, since she was with Carlos AGAIN last night. Hell, she’s probably fucking him right now.” Tara’s voice had become edgier when she said that last.
“And you sound a little jealous right now. Still, Keira and Carlos . . . that’s just weird.”
“Why? They’re both young and hot and . . . well, you know.”
“Sexually adventurous?” Paul said with a smile. “Yeah, but I thought Keira knew better. You’re new, so I might want to warn you about Carlos. He’s a great friend . . . if you’re a guy or if you’re a girl who DOESN’T sleep with him . . . but he generally treats the girls that he’s fucked like notches on the bedpost. I’m not sure why he’s such an ass about it, but once he’s had a girl, he sees them as ‘lesser’ beings all of a sudden.”
“He hasn’t been doing that with Keira,” Tara pointed out.
“I know. But he had a major hard-on for Keira for years, and she’s supposedly dynamite in bed. But she knew the kind of guy he was, and never did anything with him since they’ve both been working here. At least, they didn’t do anything until that last cruise. And she’s so very much his type, at least physically, that he isn’t going to say or do anything that might prevent him from having more chances with her down the road.”
“So Keira . . . the rest of the gang . . . Why is this so hard to say?”
“If you’re wondering if the gang as a whole just randomly has sex with each other, generally no. It has happened. Sunny has gotten it on with a couple of the guys before, and there has been some other people who aren’t around anymore, but Keira had always kept sex outside the group. She didn’t want to make things awkward. Apparently stuff has changed.”
Tara glanced over at his friend. She guessed that he wouldn’t mind having a go at Keira himself. She placed an arm around his shoulders. “I guess we’re destined to be second-string players,” she said.
“I guess so,” Paul said with a grin. “But I think we showed we can play as well as the starters. See you this evening?”
“Definitely,” Tara said. She was feeling better, but she still had something to take care of.
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An hour later . . .
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“My God,” Keira muttered from the bathroom of the cabin, “did a Wookie die in here?”
Tara poked her head around the door and noticed a large amount of hair around the bathtub drain. “I think the guy that’s staying here shaved his back or something.” She shuddered and went back to changing the sheets on the bed.
Keira came out to get her rubber gloves off the cleaning cart. As Tara heard the snap of the gloves on Keira’s hands, the younger girl turned to her mentor.
“Hey, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Keira looked concerned for a moment. “What?”
“I . . . I kind of had sex with Paul . . . and Jeff last night.”
Keira smiled. “Oh thank God,” she laughed. “I thought it was something bad. Jeff is kind of a flake, but he’s cool, and Paul is a great guy.” Keira hugged the younger woman. “I’m impressed though. You used to be nervous about the idea of giving head to a stranger, now you’re having sex with older couples or two guys at the same time. I’m so proud of you.”
Tara laughed. “Not the sort of thing I’d write home to my mother about.”
Keira got a peculiar look in her eye. “Well, I’m not your mother.” Then she smiled again. “So, how was it?”
Tara grinned. “It was fun. I took off early, and I think that freaked Paul out a bit. I just needed to figure things out in my head. Jeff rolled over and went to sleep as soon as it was over, but Paul was a bit more of a gentleman.”
“Paul’s cool. So, did you get some good double penetration action?” Tara looked confused, so Keira clarified. “You know,” she said, pointing at her front and back private areas.
Tara’s eyes opened a bit. “Uh, no. I did . . . well . . .” She stopped and pointed at her mouth and crotch. “Have you . . . ever . . . I mean, doesn’t it hurt?”
“You mean taking a dick in your ass at the same time as having one in your . . .”
“Yes,” Tara said blushing.
“Have you tried anal before? With the guys or with Sam and Karen?”
“No. I’ve had a couple of fingers up there, but that’s it.”
“Well, I suggest you try it. It can be a lot of fun once you get used to it.”
“Have you . . . and Carlos . . .” Tara started.
It was Keira’s turn to blush. “Not exactly. Listen, about Carlos . . . There’s something you should know about him.”
“Is it about the way he treats women he’s slept with?”
“Yeah. Paul told you?”
“If that’s true . . .”
“Why did I start sleeping with him?” Keira plopped down on the bed. She looked into Tara’s eyes as she sighed. “I was protecting you.”
Tara looked completely confused. “Protect me? From what?”
“Carlos. He . . . was interested in ‘breaking you in’ at one point.”
“What?!? He never even seemed interested in me! I’m flat as a board, and he likes tits!”
“True, but he’s also kind of a pig. He PREFERS women with large breasts, but he’ll sleep with all kinds, and you have a sexy little butt. These,” Keira said, pointing at her mammoth chest, “are the only reason I was able to distract him.”
“Why would you . . .”
“Because I like you,” Keira said. “I mean, I figured you’d start being more interested in sex. I just wanted to make sure that you enjoyed your first few experiences. If I had just told you to stay away from him . . . well, I’m aware of how well young women respond to ultimatums. And if I had just told Carlos to stay away from YOU, it would have just made him want you more. If Carlos had gotten into your pants, I was worried it might ruin the idea of sex for you, knowing how he treats women afterward.”
“So you’re fucking him for my benefit?” Tara said exasperatedly.
“Pretty much. I’d being lying if I said the sex wasn’t great. Carlos can be a jerk, but he’s great in bed. And he has a huge . . .”
“I’m aware of his ‘endowments.’ I saw you two together back at the house.”
“Really?” Keira said with wide-open eyes.
“Yep.” Tara related what she had seen transpire between the two that one day.
“He has some interesting tastes,” Keira said with a laugh. “He likes have stuff in his ass as much as I do.” She took one of her gloves off and touched Tara’s face. “I knew you fantasized about Carlos. I just didn’t want you doing anything with him unless you understood the deal with him. Do I still need to worry?”
“Not really,” Tara said. “He’s hot, but if he’s as much of a jerk as everyone says he is, I think I’ll find my entertainment elsewhere.”
“Good girl. Now grab your gloves and a ten-foot pole. We need to clean that hairball out of the tub!”