To a chorus of drunken cheers, the crowd was herded out to a fleet of vans in the driveway. I looked over at Debbie. She stared at Ramone with sheer malice in her eyes and then as he watched came over to me and tucked her arm in mine, making sure to rub a big titty all over me as Ramone simmered.
“Let’s go, Bill. For once, don’t do the right thing. Just come with me and stop thinking about things.”
I could have resisted her as easily as I could have flown away under my own power. A few hours later I woke up in the shade of a tent that had been pitched on a gently rolling polished deck. A soft roundness cushioned my head and someone gave me a gentle kiss on the back of my head.
“Back in the land of the living?”
“Maybe. At this moment I’m not really sure.”
“Let’s get you some coffee and something to eat if you can keep it down.”
Within 10 minutes ship’s crewmen dressed in starchy whites had given me two cups of the best coffee I’d ever tasted and within a half hour Eggs Benedict, waffles, crisp thick cut bacon, hash browns with mushrooms AND caviar, oysters on the half shell, Oysters Rockefeller, some kind of vaguely Arabic dip with thick cut potato chips and a half dozen more items.
Because I’d grown up respectably poor, I’d never eaten like that before and I’d developed a taste for things I couldn’t afford that I didn’t think I’d ever shake. I was in heaven.
It didn’t hurt that due to some physiological quirk I’d never understand, I didn’t’ get hangovers no matter how drunk I got the night before.
Over the next few hours the guests and CC did the meet and greet thing, I met some beautiful girls and interesting guys, a few of them very wealthy but not in CC’s category.
At some point in the early afternoon, somebody suggested skinny dipping. There was a microsecond of hesitation and then one guy slipped off a pair of tiny blue Speedos and stood proudly in the Miami sunshine. Then the women started stripping and I started getting a hard-on, which grew as first one and then another set of tits and firm asses were bared.
Finally Debbie looked around and as if challenged, stood up and reached down to take my hand. This time I shook my head no. This I wasn’t up to, particularly looking at Ramone by the side of the ship. He had a dick that would have given a stallion an inferiority complex and he looked at Debbie with an air of complacent ownership.
She gave me a look I couldn’t read and walked toward the railing. She slipped her blouse off, the bra underneath it in one quick motion and stepped out of her shorts and panties. Even the other women stared.
She had a perfect hourglass figure, slender waist and round heart-shaped ass. As she turned to stare at me with another impenetrable glance, her breasts swung on her chest, great teardrop fruit topped by heavy, swollen nipples sticking out more than an inch, the saucer-shaped, plate-sized pink areola puffed out as well. I’d never seen anything so perfectly ‘suckable’ in my life.
Then she was over the side in one fluid motion, followed by other women and men. Ramone just gave me a nasty smile, swung that dick and then went over the side. In the next few minutes I could hear laughter, shouts, squeals, hoarse grunts. If they weren’t having an orgy they were doing a really good imitation.
“If you’re thinking they’re fucking, you’re right.”
I looked up and had to shade my eyes for a moment as the bright Miami sun sent bolts of brilliant lightning into my brain. By the time my vision had cleared, she was sitting beside me on one of the deck chairs that littered the deck.
She was a leggy brunette, hair cropped short to the base of her neck, but, despite the cut, there was no doubt she was female. She wore a pair of shorts cut way beyond THERE. I thought I might have spotted a few curly wisps from her crotch that proved she was a natural brunette. The rest of her, in a light blue tee shirt over what obviously were unencumbered C-cup breasts, was nice. She was pretty as well, not in Debbie’s league, but pretty with nice lips and deep brown eyes, kind of a little pug nose. Not beautiful but cute. Perky would probably be the best word.
“I’m sorry?”
She reached out in an old-fashioned handshake, which I took, and said, “You’re Debbie’s pet. You probably already know this, but she’s down there fucking and sucking Ramone, and probably every other guy she can get her hands or mouth or pussy around.”
“And you are? And why should I care?”
“It’s okay, Bill. Don’t get pissed. You have to know she’s the village pump. She’s done every guy on this boat, probably most of the crew and maybe some of the caterers. I’m Amy, Amy Sunderland.”
She gave me a penetrating look.
“You do know she’s the classic definition of a nymphomaniac, don’t you? Ramone is bigger than a horse, and he couldn’t keep her satisfied by himself. She used to pull trains with four or five guys and nearly work them to death.”
I sat back and sipped at a Tequila Sunrise and wondered how a small town boy wound up in a sybaritic dream of a floating orgy while my mom undoubtedly thought I was hitting the books in my lonely little Gainesville apartment.
“Again, Amy, I appreciate the news flash, but I’m just laying here enjoying the sun and a break from classes and wondering why you think I’m keeping tabs on Debbie’s activities.”
She reached out and laid one slim hand on my leg.
“Don’t be so defensive, Bill. Everybody here knows the story. You risked your life to save her from a gangbang she was probably looking forward to, despite her sob story about being drugged and set up. And she’s been trotting you out and showing you off to her friends as her newest acquisition. She and her friends have a lot of cars and clothes and jewelry to show off, but nobody else has a genuine hero. You’re the flavor of the month.”
“But, I wouldn’t get used to it,” she said. “She goes through guys and cocks faster than condoms, when she feels like using them.”
She rubbed my knee a little harder and slid her hand higher. Despite myself, I started to get hard.
“With all this information, you must be one of her good friends,” I said tongue in cheek.
She smiled. She had a nice smile.
“We’re acquaintances. Debbie doesn’t have any friends – male or female. She has girls she uses and guys she fucks. Debbie is all about Debbie.”
“Everybody looks out for themselves, Amy. What do you want?”
She smiled and the tip of her tongue darted out as she said, “What do you think?” and ran her hand up to cover and squeeze my already-hard cock. I thought about it for perhaps a fraction of a micro-second, if that.
“Lead on.”
Five minutes later we were in a cabin downstairs as spacious as most hotel rooms and I was firmly inside her. She felt good and she smelled good, her lips tasted sweet and her ass was perfectly fine to hold onto while I pumped into her as fast and hard as I could. I thought I was going to cum quickly but I didn’t and I was just as happy to settle into a rhythm.
On each downward stroke she gasped and grunted a little and dug her fingernails into the backs of my arms, every once in awhile murmuring, “yes...yes...like that…that...”
I pulled her legs over my shoulders, which tended to be my favorite position because it allowed you a full stroke and she moaned a little more often. I happened to glance at her face and noticed her eyes open and a smile on her lips. She was looking at something behind me.
I slowed and looked behind me. Debbie stood in the doorway. She had her shorts and a top back on. Her golden hair hung heavily around her shoulders, still wet. There was no expression on her face, none at all.
I felt bad for just an instant, guilty. Why, I had no idea. She wasn’t mine and you can’t cheat on a friend.
I started pounding Amy even harder and this time she did gasp and groan as I hit bottom, hitting her hard enough to bounce us on the bed.. I wasn’t showing off. Or maybe I was. When I looked back around the doorway was empty.
Suddenly I couldn’t hold back and I was gushing into
Amy’s warm center and she was putting a death grip on my arms as her pussy spasmed around me. Then I fell to lay beside her and we both tried to get our breath back.
“It never fails,” she said in a whisper. “Guys get a whiff of her and they start squirting. I wish to hell I could figure out what she’s got, other than the obvious.”
I wisely kept my mouth shut.
When I got back up on deck I learned that Debbie had taken a water taxi into Miami with a couple of girls and guys. They were going to do a little shopping. I didn’t see them again until 7 p.m., when I rode in to the small private airfield where CC kept his private jet waiting.
As I stepped toward the midsection of the plane I noticed Debbie sitting there in the window seat. There were seats set out in rows of three. I hesitated but then sat down on the outside seat facing the other window in the same row, directly across from her.
She looked toward the window and the front. Anywhere but at me. We didn’t say anything for a few minutes as the plane readied for takeoff.
When we were in the air, I leaned over to her and said, “If I didn’t say it before, thanks for twisting my arm to come with you. It was fun.”
She still wasn’t looking at me.
“I could see that. How long did it take that bitch to get your cock out? Thirty seconds? You must have given her a real tussle.”
“It just came up,” I said and I couldn’t help grinning.
She turned to me and gave me a look that would have frozen water.
“I noticed you weren’t wearing a condom. If you start getting any burning when you pee, see a doctor. That skank probably is passing around a half dozen known bugs and some that medical science hasn’t’ named yet. You’ll be lucky if you just get the clap.”
I couldn’t believe she actually seemed jealous, pissed at least. I’d never seen her that way since the first day she walked into my room.
“That’s funny, Deb. She thinks very highly of you.”
If a look could have stripped flesh from bone, hers would have.
“I know just exactly what that scummy bitch thinks of me. I bet she told you I was giving Ramone and every other guy a blowjob and a roll in the water, didn’t she? Well, watch Ramone carefully when he gets off this plane and you’ll see he’s limping a little. That’s what happens when you nearly get one of your balls torn off.
“I told the son of a bitch to let me alone but he wouldn’t listen. He really thinks that if he just flashes that dick in front of a woman she turns to jelly. He’s been reading and watching too much porn.”
She turned her gaze back to me and said, “And you, you moron, you wouldn’t take off your shorts because you didn’t want me comparing your dick to Ramone. That was it, wasn’t it?”
When I didn’t answer, she shook her head.
“Guys! You think we walk around with tape measures and if you’re a quarter inch shorter than another guy we’re going to throw you back. If it wasn’t so stupid, it would be funny.”
She lowered her voice.
“Look, Ramone is a freak. Nobody I know of has got a dick like his. Anybody that hangs with us knows about him. Guys bring their girlfriends around and, if the girl is any way decent, their guy doesn’t need to worry about being ditched. Of course, he nails a lot of the girls who pass through CC’s. But...”
Her voice got even softer. I had to strain to hear her, but I heard every word.
“You already must know that I was with him - and he was fantastic. There is something..exciting...about being with somebody that big. But it wasn’t just his dick. I...cared for him. I really did. I didn’t go with anybody else while I was with him, but the bastard couldn’t keep it in his pants and I finally realized he never would.
“So, I dumped him and I dated a few guys and then another winner got me drunk and doped me for that gang bang that you interrupted. I’ve been having a lot of luck with guys recently.”
Her expression softened.
“I wish you had gone swimming with me. We would have had fun.”
She shifted back to stern.
“But you would rather have been fucking that slut. They talk about me, but she’s been the centerpiece of so many doubles and gang bangs it’s a wonder you didn’t fall in.”
If I’d said, “it would have been a hell of a way to go,” I think she would have slugged me so I just leaned back in the seat and I was snoring, according to her, before we’d been in the air ten minutes.
Of course, five days later I was on fire when I pissed and I wound up at the campus health center and taking pills and wishing that I wasn’t such an easy lay. Debbie laughed until she almost choked when she came by my apartment two days later and she could hear me moaning when I peed.
“A friend would not take enjoyment in another friend’s pain,” I told her sternly.
“Just remember this the next time you start thinking with your dick.... friend.”
The summer went by and we went out for pizza, went to a couple of campus plays, took in some movies on campus and off. Mostly we just hung out at my place, helping each other with our classes because we were both going full time all year, watching TV, talking about girls and guys and sex and life and what we wanted to do with our lives.
She was so smart it was scary. I’d always known I was book smart, but she was one of the few girls I’d ever known who could match me and didn’t bother to hide how smart she was. I guess when you’re built like she was and looked like she did, you could be smart and guys would still be all over you.
The summer went by even though I wanted it to stop, to stay. I loved every minute I spent with her and she seemed to enjoy my company. I knew this was going to end sooner or later. She could have been going out with a different guy every night, being wined and dined and having serious money spent on her.
I wanted to ask her every day and every night why the hell she was wasting so much time on me, but I could never get the words out.
Then it was Friday, July 19. I hadn’t seen Debbie in nearly two weeks, which was kind of unusual. But I’d been busy getting ready for end of course exams as she had and she’d been doing stuff with her family, including going out of town to Disneyworld for a week.
I was still jerking off to fantasies of her as regularly as ever, but I missed her. I’d gotten to like her razzing me and grabbing a pizza on the spur of the moment and talking about anything and everything that popped into our heads.
She had called me a couple of days before to let me know she was back in town. As usual, we didn’t make any plans. She popped in on me whenever the spirit moved her.
This time, I decided, I was going to be the one popping in. Let me take her out for once. Even if it wasn’t a real date, it would feel more like one.
I had a 1969 Volkswagen Bug that my mom had bought in ‘80 and I had kept running. I thought it would probably be the only time Debbie had ever had the experience of squeezing into a Bug on a night out.
I pulled up to her sorority house, a two-story structure on sorority row. Or rather, I had planned on pulling into the drive in front but it was a Friday night and the place was jumping. I had to pull into a parking space nearly a block away. It was almost 7 p.m. but still fairly light.
I was walking toward her sorority wearing my best jeans and a short sleeved shirt and clean tennis shoes, thinking what it would like to walk up like a real date when I saw her walking out of the front door. She wasn’t alone.
A tall black guy had his arm around her waist and as I watched, he leaned down because he must have been 6-6 or 6-8. She leaned into him and kissed him.
I stood there and watched the two of them walk out without letting go of each other. He took her to a white Caddy and opened the passenger side, giving her another kiss as she stepped in. It wasn’t unwelcome. She stretched up to kiss him again. Then he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
I thought I recognized him. He was Owen Davis-Smith, junior center for the Gators and a lock to go with a
million-plus contract to the NBA during the next year. I had even seen him play a couple of times when I’d been given tickets to a few Gator games.
I stood there in the rapidly dying sunlight, blinking like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming 18-wheeler.
I couldn’t think for a minute. Why was I so surprised? Not surprised, stunned. Why shouldn’t she be going out on a date on a Friday night? I hadn’t called her, hadn’t asked her if she was free. I’d just assumed that she was waiting by her phone for the pleasure of my company.
I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I found myself walking back to my Bug, starting it and heading after them. It was stupid. She was out on a date. What the hell was I doing? But I followed their tail lights as they drove away from Sorority Row toward the city’s Restaurant and Nightclub Row.
The traffic was fairly heavy for Gainesville but I stayed with them. I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing, maneuvering automatically while my head was somewhere else. The Caddy pulled into Merriweather’s. Why wasn’t I surprised?
It was crowded but not full so when the Caddy pulled into a spot about two rows from the entrance, I was able to find a spot two cars over.
I looked over and through the windows of two cars I saw a blonde head and a black one exchanging kisses and then I saw her head vanish, reappear, drop again and reappear and I didn’t need to be a genius to know what I was looking at. She had told me that guys loved her mouth and I could understand why.
Finally it stopped and she rose again and wiped the back of her mouth with her hand. They kissed again and then he came around to open her door. I just slid down in my car and they walked in with his arm around her. I didn’t think I’d seen them separated since they’d walked into my view at the sorority house. It was as if they couldn’t stand to be apart for even a second.
They vanished into Merriweather’s. I thought about leaving. I was still thinking about it an hour and a half later when they walked back out to the Caddy. They were laughing at something. She poked him in the side with her elbow and pretended to swing at him. He caught her hand and pulled her into another hug. It wasn’t even a kiss. It was the hug of two people who knew and enjoyed each other.
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