The forty foot yacht is cutting its way through the azure waters, women are sunning themselves on the deck, and I've got a mojito in my hand. Our captain looks like he can and is doing this in his sleep. Walter is rubbing lotion onto Keisha and Louisa while I finish Paulette and Peggy. Paulette got Donna first of all. Peggy has already oiled up me and I'll take care of Walter next.
Soon I'm pretending I'm piloting the yacht and the captain is pretending to let me. He's given up with that whole 'Port' 'Starboard' nonsense and now just points where we want to go with his bottle of bourbon. I offered to get him a glass and he mumbled something about 'Nancy-boy'. I find that funny and I don't even know any guy with the name of Nancy.
Peggy comes up and sits by me at the wheel. She slips an arm into mine and puts her head on my shoulder. I can't figure if she is happy or sad.
"Anything wrong?" I ask.
"No ... yes; Joshua can I talk to you about something?" Peggy responds. Hey, how come she can answer a question with a question but I can't? I'll ask Peggy about that in a second.
"Go ahead."
"What would you do if I was no longer married?" she inquires.
"Well ... I imagine I would ask you out. I've always wanted to date you. I ... I can't forget that night in the bathroom while Malcolm and Brianna. I feel bad about it," I confess.
"Why would you feel bad about it?" she says turning serious.
"I didn't think you wanted to do it and I was ... afraid you wouldn't be nice to me anymore. I'd miss you if you went away."
"You weren't afraid of my husband?" Peggy questions.
"Oh God no, the man scares the crap out of me, but I ... I think you are more important to me than that," I reveal to her.
"Joshua, are you in love with me?" Peggy says softly in a voice almost lost in the waves and wind.
"Wow... I guess I am," I say as surprised in my words as Peggy seems to be. "I love you. At least I think I do. I don't think I have ever been in love before. Is it supposed to suck this much?"
"Why does it suck?" Peggy asks.
"You are in love with someone else," I joke. "You are my friend and that's all you are ever going to be."
"You would never try and seduce me?" Peggy smiles over at me. That makes me laugh.
"Please, Peggy you are the smartest person I know. What chance would I have in seducing you? You don't care about my money or my looks, and that's all I got," I point out.
"Sometimes you are pretty stupid," Peggy grins mischievously.
"I think that's been established," I snicker back.
"Joshua. I'm not married," Peggy informs me.
"Oh, did he die?" I exclaim. I thought the guy was unkillable -- like the Terminator (the original one).
"No," she sighs, "he never existed. I made him up."
"So you two are not divorced?"
"No," she sighs again, "he's a figment of my imagination. He didn't die and he's not divorcing me."
"So he's gone from your life and never coming back?" I respond hopefully.
"Yes, he's gone away forever," she giggles.
"Peggy?"
"Yes?"
"Can we have sex now? I mean right now, in the cabin," I beam with my sexiest 'come hither' expression. Peggy punches me in the arm.
"I expect to be romanced," Peggy explains then sensing my confusion adds, "go tell Paulette you want to romance me and follow her advice, but no sex for you until at least ten o'clock this evening and only if you behave."
"Oh, you mean no going out with Gustav, right?"
"If I see you with another woman you are going to have a long, lonely vacation, is that clear?" she smiles in the way that tells me I'm going to be working late and on a Friday night too.
"What about Paulette?" I grin.
"Paulette is okay, but you had better give Donna and Paulette plenty of time together." I have to think that over. My head hurts and I'm rewarded with a neural malfunction. An original thought occurs to me.
"That means I'm not going to have sex with Paulette, doesn't it," I blab. Peggy strokes my cheek and runs her hand through my windblown hair.
"Sometimes you surprise me and yes that means you are only going to have sex with me this vacation. I'm happy you figured that out on your own." I smile at her like a fool.
"I just told you that you might not have sex for two weeks and you are smiling. What have I missed?"
"Peggy, you aren't married and you want to have sex with me --eventually. You don't have to be a genius to figure out this is a good thing. Sometimes you can be silly."
"You never asked if I love you," Peggy asks me after a moment.
"Of course you love me," I reply, "otherwise you would have killed me by now, or quit."
(Later at the club)
There is something better than wanting something you cannot have then getting it, I discover; it is wanting something you know you can get eventually, but not right now. Okay, there is something even sexier than that; having Paulette rubs her ass against me when she knows what Peggy is doing and knowing she's not going to give me anything.
Donna rubbing her hands all over Paulette isn't helping, not one bit. Peggy is dancing at my side, rubbing up against my leg and I'm vaguely aware of multiple guys sending looks of shock, anger, and envy my way. They probably think I'm heading for a four-way but I know better. Peggy has already told me 'no' -- twice. I slip my hand down from the small of Peggy's back to the top of her ass so she bites my arm. I'm trying to figure out if that's a good thing.
She doesn't give up her nibbling on my arm so I think I'm golden. Peggy pushes her hand into my hair and pulls me down while Paulette and Donna go into a deep, passionate kiss which only presses Paulette into me harder.
"I am so wet for you right now," Peggy pants into my ear." She laughs when I whimper. "Nothing before midnight," she taunts. I look toward the restroom, "No slipping off either," she giggles while I sob. I'm about to explode.
"He's as hard as an iron rod," I overhear Paulette telling Peggy. "I don't know my much more he can stand." I want to dip Paulette and kiss her for having sympathy for my plight, but I know if I put my lips against hers I'll explode in my slacks and Peggy will most likely not let me get anywhere tonight.
"Hey Joshua," someone calls out to me. I look over and find myself matching gazes with Camrym Gray, a 'little sister' of my Fraternity. She's 'Old Money', which is to say she's socially higher up than my 'New Money' which is a way of saying my Grandfather got his hands dirty. How someone tells one of us from the other is a mystery to me.
"Who are your ... friends?" she asks in the same way she used to kick bimbos out of my bed when she wanted to talk with me on the morning. She used to snicker at me as I tried to keep myself covered in the sheets while helping the girl from last night find her clothes. If I didn't help the girl find her clothes, Camryn would toss them out naked. She was bossy that way. She married some banker guy who went to prison for taking other people's money. Wasn't that what bankers were supposed to do? Anyway, Camryn divorced the guy and got most of the assets the Feds didn't take. I wonder what she's doing here.
"Donna, Paulette, Peggy -- this is Camryn, with a 'y', Gray. She's an old college friend."
"Where did you find these ... enchanting little people?" Camryn says with a shark-like smile. For some reason all three women with me don't take that well.
"Donna's a research scientist, Paulette is in Accounts Receivable, and Peggy is my life. I couldn't live life without any of them," I respond. Camryn blinks, the smile fades then returns.
"Does your Daddy know you are fucking the help?"
"Huh? The help; I don't get it. These people are my friends," I reply honestly.
"Josh, why don't you and I have a little talk before your Daddy finds out what you are doing," Camryn suggests. Invoking my Dad scares me.
"Joshua who is this bitch?" Donna says in a sweet voice that really isn't sweet. Camryn bristles at the words and the tone.
"I'm the person who can get your ass fired when Joshua's Father finds out you are sexing up his Son for his money," Camryn replies in kind. Peggy and Paulette stiffen and I think Peggy is about to say something, but I'm getting angry.
"Camryn, what in the hell is your problem? These people mean a lot to me and they haven't asked for a dime. This vacation was my idea. Sure Peggy made the arrangements, but that is what Personal Assistants do. Besides, Dad signed off on this trip because I've been doing a good job at the corporation. I couldn't do it without these 'little people' so fuck off until you learn some manner."
Camryn couldn't be more surprised if I hit her with a brick in the face and for the life of me I can't figure out where most of those words came from. I'm usually a live and let live kind of guy but something Peggy told me about seeing Donna and Peggy as 'my people' makes me feel strange. I don't want anything to happen to them. I don't want other people to treat them the way people have treated me most of my life. I know I'm an idiot, but they aren't and they don't deserve to be treated like they are.
Camryn turns and leaves with a huff. I'm suddenly in the middle of a triple decker girl sandwich. Peggy sees my confusion flashes me a winning smile and says,
"You did well, Joshua."
"Weren't we dancing?" I remind them all. Instead of being rewarded, I am thrown into hell. They are all three grinding their asses against me and Peggy still won't let me sneak off to the bathroom to rub one out. This will teach me for opening my mouth.
Peggy is quickly leading me off the floor into the cool sea breeze. The salty air feels good and I sense the heat leaving my body.
"Feel better?" Peggy asks me. I nod.
"Thank you," she whispers to me after our first kiss.
"Sure. Tell me what I did and I'll do it again," I grin back at her.
"I know you are working hard. You've been working hard the past few weeks and I have to admit I didn't think you could do it," she tells me.
"Peggy, you are the first person to expect something from me that I haven't resented. You make hard things seem simple. You make it so I can do stuff -- good stuff. Without you I wouldn't know Paulette, or Donna, or Louisa."
"You did the work," Peggy assures me. "You deserve the reward." I shrug. I'm not sure how much work I actually did. I memorized a few lines and channeled some college acting classes, but all the hard stuff was done by other people.
