“What do you mean by ‘this’?” I asked.
“I thought Paul was supposed to be your fiancé.”
My frown deepened. “What’s wrong dad?”
“Why did I see him at a restaurant last night with a man who was clearly his lover?” he said in distaste, his face a mask of repulsion. “That he had the audacity to throw his sexuality in our faces by kissing right there in front of all the dinner guests. I could barely keep my dinner down.”
“Dad, this is the twenty-first century, you know,” I reminded him. “People can be whoever they want to be and date whoever they want to date.”
As if on cue, Kim yelled from upstairs. “Babe, can I wear your tan stilettos? I don’t think you’ve ever worn them?” She appeared at the top of the stairs with a pair of shoes with killer heels that I never bothered to wear. I’d found them hot because of the heels but didn’t dare to even try them. But they’d look perfect on her.
“Oops,” she cried, seeing my father. She had an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry Lexi, I thought whoever was at the door had left.”
Her face was so worried because she knew I didn’t want my father ever to know about us. She knew what he looked like because of the photos around the house.
“Its okay, Kim,” I told her with a smile. “In fact, will you come here a moment please?”
“Who the hell is that?” Dad demanded, watching Kim as she sauntered down the staircase. She was half-dressed in her pencil skirt, a camisole top and went bare-footed. She hadn’t brushed her hair as yet and she looked wild. I loved her wildness. It was one of the reasons I believed we were a perfect fit. She was my antithesis. She taught me how to let loose a little and I taught her when it was time to be serious.
“Dad, you’re right,” I explained. “Paul and I are nothing but friends but I almost got us married just because you wanted a son-in-law.”
“Not a queer for a son-in-law!” he exclaimed angrily.
“But you’d have never known,” I responded and when Kim approached me, I snagged her around the waist and pulled her to me. I dropped a quick kiss on her lips to erase the frown line on her forehead, like she wasn’t sure what I was going to do.
“I want you to meet my girlfriend, Kim,” I introduced. “Kim, this is my father, Henry Deloitte.”
“Mr. Deloitte, it’s nice to meet you,” Kim said like a proper girl, although I knew there was little that was proper about her. She held out her hand to my father but he ignored it.
“This is ridiculous!” he exclaimed. “You don’t have an idea what you’re saying. I will not accept this from you, Alexia!”
I smiled sadly at him. “You’ll have to accept it dad, accept her. This is who I am and I’m not going to let you repress me any longer.” It felt good to tell him this.
“I’m leaving!” he announced rudely. “I’ll never accept you being with some woman, especially one like her. You’ve made your choice to be cut off from this family.”
“No dad, I’ve made the choice to be who I am and I’m sorry you can’t accept this.” I became angry with him for his judgment of me when he was the vile one. “I spent all my life trying to please you but I was never good enough. Well this time, I’m done. As far as it seems, there’s nothing I can ever do to make you feel proud because I’m not Tommy! And I’m done letting you think you can control me or talk to me anyway you please. I’m twenty-eight. Granddad left that company to me because he knew I was capable and I don’t care if you want to accept that or not.”
“Consider yourself cut off,” he declared stiffly and turned for the door, leaving and slamming the door shut after him.
The tears started to fall then. I didn’t regret sticking up for myself. In fact, it was long overdue. But it hurt that my own father couldn’t accept me. At the same time, I felt free.
“I’m so sorry, Lexi,” Kim said and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her while I cried. “I swear I thought we were alone. I didn’t mean this to happen.”
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around her waist, peering at her through eyes glossed over with tears. “It was time,” I told her, as I took comfort in her lips. “You were right. Damn what anyone wants to say. You make me happy.”
THE END
Gate of Passion
Description
Whitney has just ended a bad relationship with her boyfriend, and she and her best friend, Shirley, decide to go on a cruise ship vacation to see if she can forget about her cheating boyfriend. On the ship, they bump into Mia, who is also having problems with her husband. Whitney and Mia fall in love at first sight, even though Whitney had never imagined that she would actually ever have such feelings for a woman.
Shirley, on the other hand, gets turned on when she sees the way that Whitney, her best friend, and Mia are attracted sexually to each other. As they swim, one thing leads to the other, and the three find themselves making love in what turns out to be the experience of their lives.
*****
“Hurry up, Whitney, or we are going to be late for the trip,” Shirley her best friend shouted up the stairs as Whitney stuffed the last of her vacation clothes into a bag.
“I'll be right down with you in a moment, Shirley,” she shouted back above the din of the music pumping from her hi-fi.
Whitney was pretty excited about the upcoming cruise ship vacation to the Caribbean. She had come up with the idea of her and Shirley going on the trip to the Caribbean after a huge breakup with her fiancé, Chris. She was still hurting and staying in Miami would mean bumping into him almost every single time that she went out of the house. Going on the cruise ship for a couple of months was the surest way for her to get rid of all the pain that she felt inside.
“Okay, I'll just call for a cab to come in the meantime; we sure don’t want to miss the trip after we paid so much for it,” Shirley said as Whitney quickly began to put on a fresh pair of clothes.
She had just showered and then thrown a few more clothes into her bag when she realized that she had packed too few beachwear clothes. She opted to wear a loose-fitting sundress that came down to her mid-thighs, and underneath she wore a bikini, since she assumed that she would start sunbathing as soon as they were on the cruise ship. A fancy hat and sandals completed her look before she took her time with her make up, and then made her way out of the bedroom with her bags. She had moved into Shirley's apartment after her breakup with Chris, although she knew that she would have to get herself a new apartment as soon as they returned from their trip in two months’ time.
“Wow, look at you, girlfriend, you look super stunning,” Shirley looked at her friend walking into the living room. “Is that the outfit that we bought yesterday? It looks super on you.”
“Yes, and that is the sole reason why I bought it. I hope that it looks sexy enough to impress and possibly get me a new lover in the near future,” Whitney smiled at her friend as they carried their bags to the front door of the house to wait for the cab.
“I'm pretty sure that you are going to find someone special very soon, and with looks like yours, you won’t have to look far. Just pray that whoever the lucky dude is, he will not be some piece of shit like Chris was,” Shirley said.
“Yeah, but men are so hard to understand at times. You think that you know what they actually want and then you realize that you have no idea at all,” Whitney said thoughtfully as she pondered her own situation.
Whitney had turned 25 a few months ago. After finishing high school, she had gone to college and then become an interior designer with one of the local companies within the city. Over the years, she had moved up the ranks of the company and was now one of the partners. During that time, she had also met with Chris and she had quickly fallen in love with him. Within a short time, Whitney and Chris had gotten engaged, and she had moved into his apartment. That was when she had begun seeing his real colors.
Chris was a different guy from the one that he had portrayed himself to be. Soon after Whitney had
moved into his apartment, it was as if the man already became bored with her. He would spend most of his time at the office, completely forgetting that she was there; over the weekends, he would go partying and not come home at all. Whitney had hoped that it was just a stage that would pass but, as time went by, she realized that his was a lost cause. Everything finally came to an end one day when she gave him a surprise visit at his office in the evening to see what was holding him up.
When the elevator had opened onto his floor, she had the impression that nobody was there. She had been about to walk away when, at second thought, she decided to go and check his office, just in case. As she had made her way down the corridor, she’d heard soft moaning. Wondering what the noise was, she had quickened her pace and when she opened his office door she had felt her heart drop to the ground and shatter into millions of pieces.
Chris had his secretary seated at the edge of his desk with her skirt hiked right up her hips, and he was standing in between her thighs making love to her like it was the end of the world. Her eyes were closed, her legs locked around his waist as she moaned ecstatically. Whitney had been at a loss for words, strength draining from her legs until she almost fell to the ground. She had turned a deathly pale as she walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her and locking Chris and his secretary inside. That was the last time that she had spoken to him, because in a fury, she had gone to the apartment that they shared, packed up all of her belongings and moved to Shirley's.
Chris had tried calling her a million times, but she blocked all his calls and when he came to the office, she did not allow the security staff to let him through. There was no way that she could be with a cheating man; she had given him everything and never cheated on him. It pained her a lot, but she knew that she could get over it. The thing that she was not sure she would be able to get over was all the anger that she felt.
“Our cab is here, come on,” Shirley interrupted her thoughts, reaching down for her bags, while Whitney grabbed her own.
They carried their bags to the cab, where the cabbie put them in the trunk. Shirley went to lock up the doors of the house and soon they were on their way. They were to meet at the shipping line offices at the docks, which is where they headed. When they arrived, there were several other cruise ship guests already waiting and it looked like there would be almost a thousand guests on the ship. The guests ranged in age, from youth in their twenties to elderly people in their sixties and possibly seventies, and Whitney hoped that the shipping line had somehow come up with a way of keeping the older generation in one place, while the younger and more energetic people grouped together.
“Welcome aboard,” a hostess said to them as they walked onto the massive ship. “A steward will show you to your cabin, Whitney Boyer and Shirley Lopez, right?”
“That’s right,” Shirley nodded at the hostess as stewards came by to take their bags from them.
“Enjoy the trip,” the hostess said as she watched the two ladies following the stewards into the ship.
Whitney felt even more excited as they walked through the corridors, taking an elevator to their floor on one of the upper deck floors. From their cabin they could look out at the endless ocean from one side, and from the other, they could look onto one of the open decks, where they were surprised to see people sunbathing by the swimming pool in the nude.
“Pardon me, I'm not really sure whether I'm seeing right or not, but aren’t those people down there naked?” she said to one of the stewards.
“Yes, that is the artificial nude beach complete with a pool that acts like the ocean, tides and all,” the steward smiled at her, knowingly. “We have that because we understand the need for some of our clients to get a tan, and then there are those that just don’t like going on vacation without their clothes on.”
“Ah, interesting thought,” Whitney said as Shirley came to join her at the window looking down at the artificial beach. “I wouldn’t have ever thought of a concept like that.”
“Well, I hope that you enjoy your stay. The nude beach is a good place if you have someone to take care of your sexual needs, because there is usually plenty of sex going on there, and especially in the afternoons after some of the clients have had a few drinks,” the steward said as Whitney tipped them before they left.
“Whoa, I think that I'm really going to enjoy this vacation very much, and not only because it is my first vacation since I began working,” Shirley said with a wicked look on her face.
“Yeah, me too,” Whitney said, looking back down and wondering how people could strip in front of others and even have sex while they were watched.
Although that may have been every woman’s fetish or fantasy, that is just what it remained for most. Whitney could not imagine herself naked in front of other women and men, lying under the sun as if nothing was amiss. Maybe she was the one that was just being a little too conservative.
*****
Mia Carter loved her vacations. She took a vacation every couple of months and she always made sure that she made the most of it. She would party a lot, tour a lot and sun bathe until her whole body got a tan, right down to the very hidden places in between her thighs. She had always preferred to take adult-oriented vacations because she preferred hanging out without clothes, even though she knew that her husband did not feel comfortable with it. The good thing was that he never interrupted her plans even if they did not suit him. She was also glad that he did not keep a close eye on her during the vacations, because for her the vacations could sometimes be more about fun than just relaxing, and that fun could at times get very dirty.
“Are you very sure that you don’t want to go along with me? Think about all the fun that you are going to miss on the trip,” she said to Ricky, her husband as the chauffeur carried her bags to the waiting limo.
“No, I have some work to take care of right now, but maybe I could join you at some later stage, honey,” he replied as she watched him tying his tie around his collar.
“Well, if you say so; just pray that I don’t find some hot guy that can take care of me during the trip,” she joked, arching up her eyebrows as she watched him closely for his reaction.
“I'm pretty sure that you will find a very hot out there, so you go right ahead and have some fun with him,” Ricky said without batting an eyelid, Mia looking at him as if he had lost his mind.
“What? Okay, I'm going to take it that you're joking, right?” she asked quickly.
“No, I am very serious. I am tired of these jokes of yours that you're going to look for another man whenever I tell you that I can't go with you, you know,” he said to her, and Mia had never felt so hurt before.
She felt tears coming to her eyes, her heart feeling as if it had been torn in two. Mia began sobbing silently as she made her way out of the bedroom to the bathroom, locking herself in there. All that she had ever looked for in Ricky was love, but it looked like nowadays he was so jumpy and could not even stand mere jokes like he had in the past. Maybe it was actually time that she went out with another lover just so that he could realize what he was missing out on by treating her so badly. She removed her clothes and went under the shower of the warm water. Indeed, maybe getting married at the tender age of 22 to a much older man had been a mistake, because Mia felt like she was so full of energy, while Ricky could not cope with her.
She decided that this trip that she was going on to the Caribbean was going to be a game changer that would either build her marriage, or show her whether, indeed, she needed to move on and find someone that she was a lot more compatible with. It was at this moment that she realized that maybe her husband had not been interfering with her vacation plans because he was no longer interested in her. In the beginning, he had been a very highly possessive man that would monitor her every move, but as time went by, it was as if he lost all interest in her. Come to think of it, Mia could not even remember the last time that they had actually made love. It had been more than six months ago and the only t
ime that she’d had sex was during a one night stand during one of her vacations, an experience that had not been satisfying in the least.
By the time that she came out of the bathroom, Ricky was gone and she knew exactly what she was going to do during the trip. She no longer cared, and she was not going to hide from the fact that she was horny any more. If Ricky could not give her the satisfaction that she sought, then she was going to look for somewhere she could get it in abundance, and she knew that there were many men and women out there that would not think twice about making love to her.
*****
“So, what do you intend to do for the rest of the day?” Shirley asked as they headed out of one of the restaurants on the ship after breakfast. “Think that maybe we could finally hit the nude beach, or are you still too shy? That shyness is what might be locking your luck out, you know. We’ve already been on the cruise for a week, and although I must admit that everything is superb, I was hoping that both of us could at least try and find some love here.”
“I really don’t know, Shirley, the thing is that I get butterflies whenever I try to imagine myself stripping in front of the other guests down there, even though it is supposed to feel natural,” Whitney replied, feeling her heart skipping a beat when she remembered what had happened at the nude beach the other day.
They had decided to pass by the beach dressed in their bikinis and she had been shocked when they found all sorts of people down there. From their room, the view was not as clear as it had been when they had actually gone down there. From whites to blacks, Asian to French, there had been all sorts of people there and none of them had been wearing any clothes. There were both men and women and it had amused Whitney to see so much nudity. Most of the people had seemed aroused by the afternoon sun as many of the men had hard cocks, while the women could be seen releasing shiny juices of arousal from their pussies. It had actually been one of the most arousing experiences of Whitney's life, even though they had left the place without daring to take off their bikinis.
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