“So,” he said in an effort to break his internal tension, “any other secret desires I should know about?”
She smiled. “I’ll have to get back to you on that,” she murmured. “Think the gang’s noticed we aren’t there yet?”
“Did you want to join them?”
She thought to herself for a moment. She thought for a moment, then pulled it around her more tightly. “I don’t think waiting a few more minutes will kill them. So . . . was it good for you too?”
The two shared a laugh at her unintended cliche. But a few minutes later, they disentangled and took a quick shower together. Neither was sure where to put their hands, but things weren’t too uncomfortable. Tara was feeling some of the same concerns that Paul had been feeling, but wanted to give herself some time to sort through things. But there was something she knew she had to say right away.
After they finished getting dressed, she gave Paul a hug. “Thank you. I don’t think I could have done that with anyone but you.”
“I’m glad to help,” he said with a smile. “I’m serious. But . . .”
“I don’t know if I want . . . us . . . to change. At least not yet. But I know I don’t want to lose you as my friend, no matter what.”
“You won’t. I promise you that.”
Both of them felt better and, even though there was more to say, neither felt an immediate need to say it anymore. The two friends hurried up to the lounge to catch a few more bawdy stories and drunken tales being told by the rest of the gang.
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That night . . .
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Keira and Tara were actually singing when they found their way back to the cabin several hours later. Keira was tipsy but not really drunk, and Tara was just feeling good about life. She and Paul had gotten some friendly ribbing when they showed up almost an hour late, but they grinned and blew it off. The worst thing they could have done was gotten defensive. The tactic worked, and the conversation had moved on to other things.
But once back at their room, Keira sat in a chair, staring and grinning at Tara. “So, what happened that made you show up late looking like the cat that ate the canary?”
Tara blushed. “We were just hanging out!”
“Then why is there an open jar of Vaseline on your nightstand?”
Tara hurriedly closed the jar and tossed it into a drawer. “I was . . . shining . . . up . . . my teeth. Okay, so I asked Paul to . . . you know . . . ass fuck me.”
Keira almost fell out of the chair laughing. “Oh . . . oh, I’m sorry. It’s not what you did but how you just said that! Oh my!” She finally stopped laughing, except for occasional snicker. “Did you like it?”
“OH . . . YEAH!” Tara laughed. Then she got a bit more serious. “Keira, how . . . how do you know if you like someone more than as a friend?”
“Something happen with you and Paul? Besides the obvious? He isn’t pressuring you . . .”
“No,” said Tara quickly. “It’s just . . . afterwards . . . things felt a little different. We’d agreed to be friends, but I’m not sure if I want something more or if he wants something more or what.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“Sort of, and he seems to feel the same way. I mean, I’m just beginning to enjoy certain things, but I DO like him and . . . and I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, as long as you’re honest with him, I think things will work out, and it seems you’re off to a good start in that regards. But what else do you want? Really. You’ve had sex with two guys. You’ve had sex with a man and his wife. You’ve tried traditional, oral and now anal sex. You’re running out of things to do that won’t get you arrested.”
“It’s not like I had anything specific in mind,” she said. Actually, that was a bit of a lie, but she didn’t want to tell Keira about another idea milling about in her head. At least, not yet. “I just like the idea of being able to take advantage of a situation without having to worry about whether or not Paul might get hurt.”
“First, don’t go making trouble for yourself. Make sure that you or he feels a NEED for something more than friendship. Secondly, tell him what you just told me. If he does feel something more, he might be willing to wait. And lastly, take some time to figure out what YOU want.”
“You’re right,” Tara said and gave Keira a hug. ‘God, her tits are huge,’ Tara thought. “I’ll talk with him tomorrow and finish working stuff out.” Was it Tara’s imagination, or was Keira hugging her a little more tightly than usual? She didn’t mind, as it caused those gigantic globes to press harder against Tara’s chest. She felt Keira’s breath on the side of her neck, and found the aroma of the older girl’s perfume to be almost intoxicating. The two finally broke their embrace, then got ready for bed.
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About a week later . . .
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“Even I’ve never had THAT offer before,” Sunny was saying at about the time Tara got to the table. She sat down between Paul and Keira.
“What offer?”
Jeff was almost blushing. “Apparently, there’s some guys on the ship running an amateur porn site.”
“You’re kidding?!?” said Tara. Her hand rubbed briefly against Paul’s, and the glanced at each other. She looked down at his crotch, then back at his face. She was thinking it might be a good night for a “friendly visit,” but she wanted to hear Sunny’s story for the time being.
“Nope,” said Sunny. “I mean I was flattered by the offer, but I don’t swing that way.”
“What way?” Tara asked.
Keira snickered. “It’s an ‘all girl’ site.”
“Hello! . . . everyone . . . my story!” Sunny interrupted petulantly. “Anyway, there were these two really hot guys and this one chick at one of my tables. They were sizing me up all night, and thought I might be interested in being on their site. They way it works is that they find a girl who shows up for an ‘acting audition’ and that girl gets ‘seduced’ by another girl who’s ‘assisting’ the producer. Sometimes they have two girls seducing the ‘innocent.’ They apparently pay five hundred bucks a shot. If they had a couple of hung guys, maybe, but I just don’t do girls,” she said. She looked over at Keira. “Sorry hon!”
Keira laughed. “You know what room they’re in? I might like to have a crack at that action!” The whole gang laughed, but Tara’s brain was going a mile a minute, and she felt her pussy getting wet. ‘That would be so HOT!’ she thought to herself, but whether it was the situation or Keira being in it was a bit of a mystery.
“Won’t you get fired?” Tara asked. “I mean, are they even supposed to be doing that on the boat?”
Paul furrowed his brow. “If you don’t get caught, don’t do it on the clock and they don’t capture the ship or cruise line’s logo, it would be really hard to find a way of punishing anyone. I mean, the company could still fire you and give any reason they want, but then someone would have to admit they were watching the site. A lot of higher ups might be opposed to doing that.”
The conversation drifted into the realm of copyright laws and legal infringements, but Tara tuned it out. She looked over and saw that Keira was pondering something. ‘Is she really thinking about doing it?’ Tara pictured Keira with her face buried in another woman’s crotch. The mystery’s woman’s face seemed blurred at first, but the pleasure she was receiving from Keira in Tara’s fantasy was clear enough. Then the woman’s face cleared: it was Tara’s face. ‘Oh dear!’ she thought.
She and Paul left the gathering a little early, getting a lot of snickers and innuendoes as they went. They went back to Tara’s cabin, where Tara sprung a surprise on her friend. “Paul,” she started, “would . . . would you think less of me if I told you that I . . . kind of . . . was thinking about doing that porn site?”
His eyes shot open. “Uh . . . uh . . . Would I think less of you? No. Am I shocked as hell? Yes. I mean . . . why? You didn’t want to have sex with Karen and Sam for money, so what would be different about this?”
Tara rolled that objection around in her head. “I guess you’re right,” she said. “It’s just . . . you asked me once if I had any other ‘desires’ I wanted to explore.”
“I thought you sort of did that with Karen.”
“Kind of. I mean, she ate me out, and she and I kissed, but . . . I didn’t feel like I’d gone ‘all the way’ with a woman. At the time, I wasn’t sure I wanted to . . .”
“But now?”
“But now, I do. I want that experience.”
“Man, when you come out of the gates, you do it like shot from a gun!”
Tara blushed and looked at her hands, which were folded in her lap. “You must think I’m a complete slut,” she whispered. Suddenly, she began regretting the decisions she had made. She had let things get out of control.
Paul knelt in front of her and raised her chin with one hand. “Don’t do this to yourself. The only one who can tell you what’s right for you . . . is you. Did you have fun with Karen and Sam?” Tara nodded. “Did you have fun with me and Jeff?” Another nod. Paul grinned. “Did you have fun last week,” he crooned as he thrust one hand under Tara’s seated posterior, “when we took the dirt road?” Now Tara was blushing so bright she could have guided Santa’s sleigh.
Tara met his gaze. Her momentary flash of doubt was gone. “You’re right. Again.”
“Have you considered asking Keira?”