50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set

by Abigail Kinkade

  Her family had just disowned her. The reality of it had set in hard over the last few days but now, looking at the small gilt lettered sign that announced the Nyx she was pretty sure she would be okay.

  It had been a lot of years since she had come to grips with the fact that she was a lesbian but she had never dared do anything about it. She had still dated men but she had stopped being sexually active with them years ago. She knew that was not what she wanted, and she had decided that while she would keep up appearances she would only do so until she was settled enough into the fact that she felt strong enough to live her life the way she wanted to.

  She had been hopeful when she had announced her sexuality to her family. Their stunned silence had been frightening but she had kept her head held high and her shoulders squared as she waited for one of them, any of them, to speak to her. To say something that would make her feel like they cared.

  Instead her father had said, “No, you are not and that is not funny.”

  Her mother had chimed in with, “That is the worst joke you ever told.”

  Janine knew that that was her only chance to back down, but she had not backed down. She was a lesbian, even if she was not practicing that sexuality, and she was not about to deny it anymore. She had hoped that her family would love her anyway. Instead, her father had picked up his dinner plate, announced that was not sharing his dinner table with a queer and stormed out. The rest of them had followed, leaving her to gather her things and leave in the thunderous silence that had followed.

  It had hurt. It still hurt. Now, walking toward the door that would be her first steps into her real life, she found it did not hurt nearly as much as it had.

  A young man took her bag and led her to the waiting room. Beautiful young women and men circulated, offering free drinks and maps of the ship. She took both gratefully, catching a glimpse of her own reflection in a mirrored wall.

  She was 31 but looked younger because she was so petite. She was slim with a stubborn curve to her hips and thighs that always made her smile. Her long brown hair hung in natural curls that had the tendency to frizz but today they hung glossy and thick.

  She had put on her favorite dress, a pretty little frock with a bold black and white print. Her pumps were red and her pearls looked perfect. She smiled at herself. This was her, and this was her first tentative step into her life.

  She had known that divesting herself of that pesky lesbian virginity, a phrase she had invented to describe the fact that she had never been with a woman, was to go to a bar where other lesbians went and find one who found her attractive.

  She did not want to do that though. She wanted to do something romantic and grand. She wanted something that would bowl he rover and let her walk away unscathed so that she could better navigate the lesbian dating scene.

  The Nyx was the perfect solution and she felt the sadness slip even further away as she considered what she would do on this short but utterly meaningful trip.

  “Janine?”

  She turned to see one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen in her entire life looking at her. Her heart pounded as she wondered if this woman would be her lover during the cruise but when the other woman held out a hand and said, “Welcome to the Nyx, I am Natasha,” she knew she was meeting, face to face, the concierge she had spoken to over the phone.

  “Hello, it is so nice to meet you.”

  There had been no judgment in Natasha’s tone or voice when Janine had, haltingly, spelled out what she was hoping for from the Nyx cruise. She had been kind, thoughtful and encouraging and now her smile was warm and open. It immediately put her at ease.

  “I am going to escort you to your suite if you are ready.”

  Was she ready? Hell yes! She had been ready for years! She smiled and said, “Yes, I am ready. Is it wrong to say I am excited as hell?”

  “No, that is just what we want to hear, in fact.” Natasha took her arm and they walked up the gangway. They could have been two old friends out for a little stroll. The lobby was lovely but Janine barely noticed it, she was too busy trying to get a grip on her almost giddy excitement.

  Natasha escorted her down a hallway lined with little tables bolted to the floor and holding vases of fresh flowers. The carpet was plush and thick and Janine, without thinking, said, “This is so much better than the commercial cruise lines. They all look so…industrial; I guess is the right word.”

  ‘I forgot you said you are a designer. Natasha waved a hand around. “We wanted this to be exactly the opposite of what you would expect from a cruise line.”

  ‘You succeeded.” Janine meant it.

  They halted in front of a door and Natasha held out a key to her. Janine took it, her heart pounding. “Enjoy your stay Janine, and remember this is yours, not anyone else’s.”

  With those encouraging words, Natasha turned and walked away. Janine took a deep breath and opened the door.

  The first thing she saw was the luscious little arrangement of flowers, chocolates and champagne on the table set before the low sofa. The second thing she saw was the willowy blonde sitting on the sofa.

  Her throat closed. She had to work hard to swallow.

  “Hello, you must be Janine. “I’m Caron.”

  “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “It’s nice to meet you.” Their hands met. Caron’s fingers closed around hers and Janine felt a tingle spread up her arm and into her chest. She broke eye contact, but not before noticing that Caron’s eyes were a deep and lovely blue, the same color as the sky right before dusk.

  Her blonde hair was parted in the center, revealing her high pale forehead and her strong cheekbones. She wore a red and white striped dress and little red sandals with straps that tied around her slim claves and ankles. Her toes, painted to match the shoes and dress, peeked out at Janine and she felt a hard throb of desire pulse in her lower body.

  “I am very nervous,” she said simply because she could not think of anything else to say.

  “That’s okay. I am too. I mean you’re gorgeous.”

  Janine blinked and her hand came up to her chest. “Thank you. So are you. I mean, I do not know what to do really. I want to do this but I am not sure how.”

  Caron’s eyes danced and she asked, “Do you want dinner?”

  “Oh, yes, that is right. They are about to serve dinner.” She laughed nervously. “I was too nervous to eat really.”

  “Let me take you to dinner.”

  “That sounds great. I guess they will bring my luggage?”

  “They already have and it is all put away for you, did you want to change your clothes?”

  "No, I mean not if…you think this outfit is okay?”

  Caron ran a finger along her arm, making electric shocks travel through her entire body. “It’s amazing. Do you want to see what I am wearing under this dress?”

  The question came out of left field, startling her into saying yes before she could wonder what it was she was about to see.

  Caron stepped back and lifted the hem of her dress very slowly. It inched over her creamy thighs and then it was high enough for Janine to see it.

  A black leather harness with a cock in it.

  The juxtaposition of the cock against the womanly curves, the fabric of the dress, the bright purple of it against such pale skin, made her head swim.

  Caron said. “I guess it is a good thing I wore such a puffy skirt, huh?” She let the skirt of her dress fall again, hiding the cock but the image remained, imprinted on Janine’s mind. She wanted to say to hell with dinner and just tumble onto the nearest surface that would hold her while Caron used that large and thick cock on her.

  She could barely breathe. Her nipples were so taut that the thin fabric of her bra abraded them gently as they left the cabin and headed for the dining room. To her shock, she ate well, and she enjoyed Caron’s company immensely. She was bright, witty and filled with a bawdy humor that had her laughing and blushing.

  What had her blus
hing even harder were the occasional brush of Caron’s thigh against hers and the soft touch of her hand on Janine's hand. The memory of that cock kept filling her mind. It was all she could so mot to reach out and give it a good squeeze. Her mind was filled with scenarios and her body was tingling all over long before Caron suggested they go on deck to watch the fireworks. She wanted to say she had her own firework show going on but instead she just nodded.

  ***

  The fireworks had been lovely and they were headed back to the cabin when Caron reached out and took her hand. Janine swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the front of Caron’s dress. The fabric clung slightly when she walked, giving a faint hint about what lingered below.

  She managed to get them into her cabin and when she did, she turned to ask Caron something but the words were lost when Caron closed the door with one hand and reached for with the other.

  Their mouths met and their tongues did too. Caron’s lips were sweet, soft and plump. Her fingers moved along the clever little zipper hidden within the back of Janine’s dress and then it fell to the floor.

  Caron stepped back, her dress swirling. One moment she wore it and the next it was gone, its bright stripe lying atop of the print of Janine’s dress.

  They staggered to the bedroom, their mouths fused and their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Janine gasped and wriggled as she was pressed into the mattress, her long brown hair spreading across the pillows.

  Caron’s mouth moved lower, her teeth and tongue teased at Janine’s nipples and Janine whimpered and gasped, her fingers clenching into a fist as she lifted her hips so that she could feel the hard press of that cock against her vulva.

  Caron’s nimble fingers stripped her of her panties and bra, left her naked and wanting. Janine’s eyes fluttered closed as Caron’s tongue moved lower, her teeth grazing the tender flesh right below her navel.

  She cried out as Caron’s tongue slid between her labia and found her clit. Caron massaged it with her tongue, moved in circles around that rigid flesh. Her fingers delved into her wet depths and the heavy oils dripped out of her body, ran down her ass crack and she whimpered loudly as her fingers tangled into Caron’s hair, holding her closer as her hips arched again.

  The need to come swelled higher and higher. Her walls clenched and opened on Caron’s slim fingers and Caron’s tongue moved faster, driving her to the brink of a climax. It came, causing her whole body to go rigid and clench. Her walls opened and closed and more thick white fluids dripped form her.

  Caron came up and she crawled to the top of the bed. She smiled as she said, “I want a blowjob.”

  Janine smiled and turned her head and body so that Caron’s thick cock could slide easily down her throat. The latex was smooth and tasteless. Her throat opened further and her hands clenched at Caron’s hips. Her head bobbed up and down and spittle gathered in the corners of her mouth.

  Caron whimpered and bucked her hips into her face. The scent of her arousal drifted to Janine, a fresh and slightly salty smell that made her shiver all over. She wanted to taste that juicy pocket of flesh in between Caron’s thighs so badly she as shaking all over.

  Caron slid down her body, her cock pressed against Janine’s wet and swollen opening and then she was inside her. Their mouths fused again and Janine groaned as a second, smaller orgasm began and washed over her.

  Caron slipped out of her and Janine hooked a leg around her waist. She flipped Caron onto the mattress and crawled on top of her. Her trembling fingers found the buckles to the harness and it dropped away with a musical jingle.

  She found the slippery, delicate folds of Caron’s labia. They spread out like butterfly wings as her tongue touched the soft folds and she let her tongue find the seam of Caron’s pussy and slide along it to her hood and then her clit.

  Their cries mingled as Janine began to lavish long slow licks along her clit and slipped first one finger then two into her walls, feeling them open and close. It was an intense sensation, almost as heady as being made to love herself.

  Caron cried out again and her orgasm struck, leaving creamy drips of fluid leaking form her body. Janine drank them eagerly, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

  They finally parted and Caron helped her to climb back up until she was lying alongside her. Her fingers tousled Janine’s curls as she asked, “Have you told your family?”

  “Yes. They disowned me.”

  Caron shook her head, “It happens. Do not worry about it. Either they will come around or they won’t but either way it has to be your life that you live, not theirs.”

  “I know. I also know that they won’t ever forgive me but I am having trouble caring right now.”

  Caron asked, “Would you like to take a dip in the hot tub?”

  ‘That sounds amazing.” It did. They scampered into suits, Caron’s clothes hung right beside hers in the closet and the sight of them made Janine smile. One day she would have a lover who stayed, one who did live with her and who was hers forever.

  Right now, she had this crazy, romantic and sexy moment and she intended to enjoy it.

  ***

  The next day they were lying out by the pool, their bodies glistening with oil and frosted drinks in their hands. Soon they would have to get off the boat for the mandatory port and Janine was almost dreading it. She wanted to lie there in the sun, just drowsing forever but she knew that there was a reason for the rule; she just did not know what it was.

  Her eyes went to Caron and a grin crossed her lips. On the other hand, maybe she had a good idea. They had had sex twice more last night and she could feel the not unpleasant soreness between her thighs. The people who ran the Nyx probably made the rule to make sure their passengers did not exhaust their crew to the point of no return.

  Caron had woken her with a giant breakfast of fresh fruit and roses. She had opened her eyes to see her lovely, smiling face and happiness filled her. This was the most special moment she had ever had and she did not want to waste a moment of it in the port.

  She had asked carom if she were going ashore but she had said no. Looking at her no, her breasts bare and her hair slicked back from her high forehead, a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose she felt the start of something else in her belly.

  Not just desire either. Infatuation.

  She heard the horn and she sighed. “I think that is my cue. I am going to grab a quick shower before I go.”

  “I will see you when you return,” Caron wore a peach colored lip-gloss and her teeth showed white, even and slightly too large between her lips. “I will be waiting with bells on.”

  Janine laughed and headed for the cabin. The cool shower helped to restore her balance and she put on a little more sun block before heading out, escorted by a deeply tanned man with nice little lines around his faded green eyes. He introduced himself as Perry and said he was her driver for the day. He also assured her that she would love the city and to her shock, he was right.

  The sun-drenched shores were covered in fine white sand, the palm trees waved in the light breeze and the locals were colorful people with exotic accents. She found herself wandering down a small side street, her guide by her side, when she spotted a colorful silk blouse and skirt that she could not resist. She bought two, one for her and one for Caron. The day passed far more quickly than she had thought it might and it also gave her time to clear her head.

  She suspected that the reason that the Nyx docked and insisted that its passengers go off the ship was to instill a sense of reality in them, if only for a moment.

  It would be far too easy to simply slide away into the fantasy that the Nyx provided. It would be even easier to get a huge shock upon returning home if there was not some kind of break in between the nights.

  They returned to the ship and she made her way to her room. She opened the door and there Caron stood, her nipples bare and a little thong covered in bells covering her crotch. “I told you,” she said smugly.

  Janine dropped her bags and went into he
r arms. Their mouths met and she tasted peppermints and lip-gloss. Caron’s nipples rubbed enticingly across her chest and she bent her head to one soft pink peak, taking it into her mouth and feeling it tighten into a rough pebble hard texture as her tongue stroked across them.

  The bells jingled merrily as Janine found the ties to the thongs and loosed them so that they slid to the floor. Her foot hit them and she giggled. “I love your idea of bells on.”

  “I’m glad you liked it,” Caron said as they headed for the bedroom.

  ***

  Janine gathered her things slowly. Caron had vanished an hour before, giving her one last lingering kiss before she went. There was a slight ache in Janine’s chest but she knew it would go away.

  Part of the reason she had chosen the Nyx was because she did not want to fall in love with the first woman she had sex with. She knew that it was possible to confuse sex and love, or to mistake infatuation for love and she had wanted some experience so she could be a better judge out there in the world.

  She handed her bag to the man who had appeared to take it.

  She was met by Natasha and they walked slightly ahead of the man carrying her bag. “I hope you were satisfied with your experience with us Janine.”

  “I was, more than I can ever say. I love this ship and the way you have made sure to…to bring people to their pleasure. It’s amazing.”

  “Thank you. We do try.”

  ‘How did you end up here?”

  Natasha laughed. “I hear that a whole lot. I was a client of the Nyx and I got lucky and found my heart’s desire, and he found me. Then we decided to share the same pleasure with others in a new way and here we are.

  “And here you are. This is the gangway.” She waved a slim hand at the richly carpeted hallway looming ahead. “This is where I leave you. Thank you for trusting us with this special time in your life Janine. I hope to see you again one day, maybe, out there in the city.”

  “I would like that.” Janine paused and then asked. “Caron, does she ever leave the ship?”

  “She does, when she chooses. She has not chosen to do so if that is what you are asking.”