Sea Daze 3: Lay Day (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series)

by Irons, Soichiro

  Sea Daze 3: Lay Day

  Published by Soichiro Irons

  Copyright 2012 Soichiro Irons

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  “Be gentle,” I whispered, trying my best to sound brave but knowing that I was failing miserably.

  Eve, however, didn’t seem to notice my failing bravado as she gently pushed the surprisingly warm contraption into my pussy. I wasn’t wrong – it did hurt. Like a bitch, to be honest. The last contraption I’d had inside of me was the dildo Eve had brought with her and that was a good deal smaller.

  True to her word, though, Eve was moving so slowly that she was barely thrusting at all. That was good – it gave me a chance to get used to her. The walls of my soaked pussy reluctantly expanded to the girth, making me shiver with pleasure.

  Eve tumbled off of me in an exhausted heap, and I giggled happily as I saw the look of satisfied exhaustion on her face. Though her suite was blasting cold air as low as the Excelsius maintenance team allowed, I still felt like my skin was on fire. The lust surging through my body had, if anything, intensified in the hours since I’d damn near torn her evening gown off of her.

  “Jesus, Amanda, let me rest,” Eve said, pawing my hands away from her breasts. Her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she was as hot to the touch as I was. Her green eyes, which were as vibrant as polished emeralds, narrowed into slits as she playfully pushed me away.

  “We’ve been going at it for hours now, hon. Normally I wouldn’t complain, but if I have to be out of my cabin by seven tomorrow morning…”

  I swallowed involuntarily and felt my heart sink a little at her words. The week I’d spent with Eve – the week that had changed my life – was going to be over the next morning.

  She was a guest onboard the Excelsius cruise line and I was a contracted employee; she wasn’t able to stay, and I wasn’t able to leave. In twenty-four hours, she’d be on her way home…and I’d be back out to sea to start the whole song and dance over again without her.

  “You really ought to go to the Toucan Isles for breakfast,” I said, forcing an unconvincing smile onto my face. “They really have the best breakfast on the ship, and breakfasts on the buffets really suck. You should go to breakfast at…at…”

  “Amanda,” Eve interrupted, cutting off my babbling mid-sentence. “Let’s stop changing the subject. Tomorrow is disembarkation day. We need to talk about…”

  “No,” I shot back. I shot her the most scathing look I could muster and hoped it would mask the hole that gnawed at me from the inside. “I don’t want to think about it. I don’t – I don’t want to think about life without you. I…”

  “I have something I need to do back on the mainland,” Eve continued, acting as though I hadn’t spoken at all. “After that, I’m going to get a hold of you. We’re going to work something out – I don’t want to be away from you.”

  “Neither do I. I don’t care about being here anymore if it means being away from you. I’m going with you.”

  “No, you’re not,” Eve replied coolly, her eyes narrowing again. She wasn’t teasing this time. “This place is your job, and you’re a wonderful dancer. You’re on the most amazing ship in the world, and most people only dream of being in your position. I’m not going to be the one to make you give up everything. I’m not worth that.”

  “Yes you are!” I said, my voice escalating with each word. I knew that I was probably shouting, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

  “A week ago, I didn’t know how happy I could be. You showed me that, Eve. I almost pushed you away completely before you made me realize that what people thought wasn’t important; leaving you would have been the worst thing I could have done. I’m not going to let you leave me…not without taking me with you!”

  Eve sighed and buried her face in her hands. Her brown curls fell over her slender fingers like cascading ocean waves. “I need you to trust me, Amanda. Do you trust me?”

  “I do,” I said grudgingly. I was sure I wouldn’t like her follow-up question.

  “I need to do something on the mainland,” Eve repeated, her voice sounding sad but determined. “I have to get off of the ship for business reasons. As soon as I’m able to fix things, though, I’m going to make plans to see you again. Can you promise to stay on the ship until you hear from me again?”

  “No, I can’t,” I replied stubbornly. I knew I sounded like a petulant child, but I didn’t care. “By the time you get done with your business, I’ll be gone for another week-long trip through the Carribean. I don’t want to be like my friends…anxiously waiting weeks or months to see the people they love!”

  Oops. I hadn’t meant to let the ‘l-word’ slip. I shot a worried look at Eve to see if she’d noticed, and found – to my horror – that she had. Her eyes were bright and wide, and it looked like she had stopped breathing.

  Every time I’d said the word ‘love’, things had always ended poorly for me. It had driven away more than one boyfriend that thought I was rushing things, and I was petrified that Eve might agree with them.

  Her mouth opened as if she were about to speak, but I interjected quickly to avoid whatever response she’d been about to give me. “I guess I just don’t want us to end up like my relationship with Max, you know?”

  Eve bit her lip as she stared at me. I’d told her about Max, of course – he’d been the last person I’d dated before her. The bastard had dumped me because I didn’t give him enough sex – even though he knew my contract with the cruise ship made me virtually inaccessible. It had been hard on me to know that my job had cost me my relationship – the last thing I wanted was for it to happen again.

  “Don’t you trust me?” Eve asked again, though she didn’t sound as confident as she had before. Her smile was gone and her eyes were fixed on the sheets beneath us. We’d long since ripped the bedspread off for good, and they lay in a crumpled heap in the corner of her suite. “I know Max did you wrong, but I’m not like him. You know that, don’t you?”

  In response, I laid my head down on her shoulders and closed my eyes. I felt her warm fingers intertwine with a couple locks of my hair; the loving way she stroked me almost made me feel worse. It would make her absence all the more painful for me.

  “I don’t want you to go,” I said sadly, trying to shove all of my emotions into the words as they flowed out of me. I could feel the tears begin to trickle down my cheeks as I imagined the following week without her.

  “Would it make any difference if I promised you that everything will be alright?” Eve whispered into my ear.

  “No,” I murmured stubbornly, but I didn’t sound all that convincing. Her breath had made every hair on my body quiver, and I felt my face flush with excitement. The fear of what would happen the next morning was growing distant when I felt her gentle fingertips sliding down the small of my back.

  Though we’d made love very day of the weeklong cruise, I still hadn’t gotten used to the way she made me feel. Eve had complete command over my body, and I was more than willing to submit it to her. The tears, which had just begun to flow, dried up instantly.

  I tried in vain to push my arousal aside, to stay focused on the fac
t that she was – for all intents and purposes – leaving me. “What’ll I do next week when I don’t have you next to me? When I can’t touch you…” I let my fingers trail up her nude thighs as I spoke. “And stroke you like I know you like being stroked?”

  My fingers trailed along her sensitive lower lips, and I heard her exhale softly from above me. Though we’d been with men in the past, we had both been lesbian virgins before the cruise had begun. It was a rush to think that Eve was just as inexperienced as I was in this area – that she was learning the curves of another woman’s body just like I was. Ever since I’d first felt her gentle touch inside of me, I’d been amazed that I’d waited so long for someone like her to come around.

  Eve didn’t answer my questions. She opted instead to lift my head by the chin and kiss me tenderly. Her lips, which had been covered with lipstick before but were now long gone, were as soft and gentle as they always were.

  I’d felt them all over my body over the last week and knew it was one of the things I would miss the most once she was gone. I tried not to think of that as I greedily ran my lips along hers. My own taste was still lingering on her tongue, which was strangely erotic.

  “Don’t think I’m letting this go,” I whispered as her lips left mine to trail their way down the curve of my neck. I couldn’t help moaning into her soft hair as she nibbled on the tender skin there. “I’m going to follow you off of this ship, you…you know…”

  I trailed off, losing interest in the conversation as her lips made their way to my breasts. Her tongue swirled around my nipples, sending me into a frenzy of excitement. For someone who’d never been with a woman before me, she sure knew how to excite one! She didn’t linger there long and continued to slide down my body, knowing how impatient I got when she spent too long ignoring my pussy.

  “Wait here,” Eve said suddenly, stopping and kissing me an inch away from my slit. I tensed in frustration and growled at her, but she ignored me as she hopped off of the bed.

  Reaching into the small, black rolling tote that she had walked onto the ship with, she pulled out the firm, dark strap-on that we’d purchased at St. Martin. My eyes widened when I saw it – I’d used it on her the day after we’d purchased it, but I hadn’t yet felt it inside of me. She’d loved it, but I was still a little apprehensive…it was so much bigger than anything I’d ever had, real or fake.

  “I thought you liked this size,” Eve said, smirking as she snapped the straps around her slender thighs and crawled onto the bed. The rubber cock was grotesquely long on her slender body, making her look off balance in the low light of the room. I would have been lying if I said I wasn’t excited, but the thought of having it inside of me made me a little nervous.

  “It looks a lot bigger on you,” I murmured, staring at the rod that dangled haphazardly of of my girlfriend. “You’re gonna hurt me.”

  “You didn’t hurt me.” She slid into position and my legs opened automatically for her, something I was barely even conscious of. The last few days of passion had conditioned me to submit to her whenever she asked and vice-versa. “Besides, weren’t you the one who said you wanted to be equal in who made who feel good? It’s my turn, right?”

  “I guess s-” I began, but broke off when I felt the tip of the cock rest against the entrance of my slit. She’d turned the vibrate function on, and I felt the pulsing waves of electronic pleasure shiver up my spine. When I looked into the eyes of my lover, who’d gotten into place above me, I saw the overwhelming lust and passion blazing in her eyes. She’d obviously been waiting for this moment…and who was I to deny her? It may be big, but she was right – it hadn’t hurt her any, right?

  “Be gentle,” I whispered, trying my best to sound brave but knowing that I was failing miserably.

  Eve, however, didn’t seem to notice my failing bravado as she gently pushed the surprisingly warm contraption into my pussy. I wasn’t wrong – it did hurt. Like a bitch, to be honest. The last contraption I’d had inside of me was the dildo Eve had brought with her and that was a good deal smaller.

  True to her word, though, Eve was moving so slowly that she was barely thrusting at all. That was good – it gave me a chance to get used to her. The walls of my soaked pussy reluctantly expanded to the girth, making me shiver with pleasure.

  The view was very nice; Eve’s face was focused on mine in rapt concentration, and the view of her luscious body was well worth any discomfort the toy was giving me. Her breasts were teasing me, hanging free just inches away from my face.

  Not being able to help myself, I leaned to the right and wrapped my lips around her tender nipple. She gasped and, forgetting gentleness, plunged herself deep inside of me. Fortunately, she’d been going so slow that I was used to its size by now…and I was ready for her.

  “Did I hurt you?” Eve asked worriedly, and she began to slide out of me.

  I shook my head emphatically and wrapped my legs around her thighs, effectively stopping her retreat. “Don’t pull out, I’m ready…I want you to fuck me, I want you to give me something to remember you by…!”

  Encouraged by my enthusiasm, she slid all the way inside of me. The toy was so long that I was almost afraid it would break through to my stomach or something, but I didn’t care. The way she moved inside of me mixed with the vibration coursing through the rod was sending me into a frenzy of passion.

  Though I’d accepted the fact that I was into women now, I had missed the feeling of really being fucked…the strap-on solved both problems. Eve’s sexy form above me and the vibrating rod below me – it was a delicious contrast.

  “Yes, yes, oh Eve, yes!” I howled, knowing that our neighbors would hear me but not giving much of a shit at the moment. They’d be off the ship tomorrow anyways. “Fuck me, yes, oh god, yes…fuck me! Just like that, just like…!”

  As if in response to an unasked question, Eve fiddled with the controls on the leg strap and the vibration coursing through the shaft seemed to skyrocket. As if from a million miles away, I felt my fingers digging into Eve’s back as I writhed in pleasure. The vibrations and Eve’s rhythmic motion as she fucked me were sending me over the edge, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she made me cum.

  The next few minutes passed by a blur of pleasure-soaked images that passed before my eyes like dreams: Eve’s dark green eyes blazing with lust and desire, the cool air around us, the ever-so-slight vibration of the ship that I’d long since gotten used to. It all culminated into the best night I’d ever had with Eve…and since no one had ever been better than her, it was the best night of my life thus far.

  “You’re so cute when you’re about to cum,” Eve smirked. The shaft nearly slid out of me, but she pushed it all the way in with one swift motion.

  “Shut up and fuck me,” I ordered, not wanting to be called cute in this situation. Eve smiled again but obeyed, her face once again slipping into the concentration she had when she was in the middle of pleasing me. It didn’t really matter, though – my eyes clamped shut and my hand shot out to claw at the sheet that was just barely still covering the mattress.

  “I’m gonna, oh God, yes! Right there, yes, you’re gonna make me cum, yes…! Yes!”

  Eve murmured something along the lines of ‘do it’, but I didn’t hear her. My entire being was focused on the cascading wave of pleasure that shot up from my pussy to my spine, and I could feel the pleasure crashing against the rest of my body like an angry ocean wave on the beach.

  My eyes were clamped shut and I knew my mouth was wide open, but no sound came out – I couldn’t even moan in pleasure, let alone shriek.

  When my voice finally began to work again, the only thing I could manage was little snippets like “oh, god,” and “wow” for about two minutes. Eve, knowing first-hand how uncomfortable the strap-on could get after cumming, slipping the rod out of me and had collapsed onto the bed beside my quivering body.

  Her fingers brushed my hair lightly as she waited for me to calm. It was a peaceful moment; the only so
unds we could hear were the vibrations of the Excelsius engines and the pitiful gasps of breath I was taking.

  “Jeez, Amanda, you made a mess,” Eve said, looking down at her stiff rod. I peeked down at the strap-on and saw the streaks of white all along the side of it.

  “Take it as a compliment,” I said, shrugging.

  “Oh, I do.” Eve slipped out of the toy and tossed it to the side of the bed. It dangled precariously before tottering to the floor. Neither of us seemed inclined to get up and grab it. “I’m sorry for making you feel bad earlier.”

  “I haven’t changed my mind, you know,” I said stubbornly.

  “Yeah, I figured you hadn’t. Listen, can you make me a deal, at least?”

  “Fine.”

  “I want you to stay on the ship for one more week, okay? If-”

  “No deal.”

  “Would you listen to me for a minute?!” Eve asked, her voice rising in annoyance. “Just one week. If you don’t hear good news within the next week, then you can follow me into the wilderness or whatever.

  “Look, Amanda, I know that you love to dance. You’re the best performer on this ship. People are on the waitlist to get jobs like yours for months, even years. Being a performer on this ship is a highly coveted position...”

  “How the hell would you know?” I asked, knowing it was a cruel question but not caring much. I didn’t like her deal or the implication that I would need to be stuck without her for a whole week. We just began our relationship…I didn’t want the separations to start already!

  “Never mind that,” she asked, dismissing the question with a sweep of her hand. “Just promise me you’ll stay? Please?”

  I glared at her for what seemed like an hour. Her face was desperate and hopeful; the utter pitifulness of it melted my anger away. For whatever reason, this was important to her. I could handle a week without Eve…I’d made it this long without her before, right?

  Besides, if I didn’t hear any ‘good news’ by the time we got back into port seven days from now, I’d be out and after her like a thirsty woman to water.