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Julia and Sydney were my best friends in high school. I didn't talk to anyone else, mostly because I didn't like anyone else. They sought me out themselves, I suspected, because somehow they figured out I had acess to a considerable amount of wealth and they thought if they were nice to me, I'd share it. I wasn't naive about that but I couldn't stay a loner forever. It turned out we had a bit in common. We were both had a cynical view of people and, for what it was worth, we all enjoyed the luxury my money afforded us.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a schoolboy crush on them both but I figured if they had wanted to fuck me, they would have done it by now. Truth be told, I wasn't interested in anyone else either. So I remained a virgin, more or less by choice. I didn't want to push it with the two of them because I figured I'd rather be friends with them than be rejected and then be nothing at all to them.
Julia had long blonde hair, usually brushed over her shoulder, covering half her chest. Sydney had shorter nearly jet black hair that was kept in a ponytail almost all the time. They were attractive by any standard but they didn't get along with the popular kids you would think they would hang out with. They weren't interested in teenage drama and gossip. Frankly, most kids were scared of them, and by extension me, because the two were loners that didn't play popularity games despite it being obvious that they would've won by looks and cleverness alone. That suited me just fine.
After high school, we went to separate colleges and we tried to hang out when we came home for breaks but it wasn't the same. When we all turned 21, I booked the largest, most expensive cabin on the most exclusive luxury cruise ship using my family's connections and money. To be honest, I was insecure about us going separate ways after high school and I thought maybe this grand gesture would secure my continued place in their lives. I was feeling lonely and purposeless. This was my last Hail Mary to make things right again.
"This is really something, Matt," Julia said, looking up at the blown glass chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling of our two bedroom cabin. That was high praise coming from her. While she always accepted the things I bought her with my money, she always acted too cool to really care about anything. She felt like she deserved to be pampered, and I didn't attempt to dispel that belief, finding her unaffected confidence irresistible.
"How did you even get this? I've never even heard of this ship," Sydney chimed in. She was probably the more ambitious of the two. She seemed to always be taking notes on how she could amass and use as much wealth as myself and my family did while she enjoyed my generosity. She wasn't just looking for an easy ride; she wanted power.
"You wouldn't have," I explained. "It's something you only hear about by word of mouth. It's a well kept secret among elites like my parents."
"Does it have a bar?" Julia asked dryly.
"Even better, it has a nightclub," I said with a smirk.
"Didn't know rich people did that kind of thing!" Sydney exclaimed, half joking.
"Everybody's gotta let loose sometime," I said. "Your room and everything is over here if you want to get ready to go tonight."
Julia smiled amusedly and raised an eyebrow before heading into their section of the cabin. Sydney followed behind her and then turned back to me for a moment.
"Thanks for this, Matt. It's been too long since we all hung out like this," she said with a quiet smile before joining Julia. I was a little taken aback. Sure, we had good times in high school, shared inside jokes, and generally got along nicely. But even Sydney had never once thanked me for anything. We'd hang out, I'd pay for everything they wanted, and our friendship would continue. Or at least that's how I thought it worked. I wasn't about to stop paying for things and find out. Maybe they had grown up since we last spent this much time together. Maybe they missed me.
I headed to my suite. It was decked out with small living room of its own, a mini-kitchen, and my own massive bathroom and walk-in closet attached to the bedroom with an incredible view of the ocean. My suitcase had already been unloaded into the closet by cruise personnel. I picked out a shirt that hugged my biceps and made me look more muscular than I was and tight pants that maybe showed a bit too much of the outline of my groin.
I didn't have any illusions of getting lucky with Julia and Sydney but maybe I could get lucky with someone else there. Could my first time be on a cruise? I was 21 and frankly tired of only having porn to give me any inkling of what sex or even a woman's body was like in person. Even if I really only had eyes for Julia and Sydney, I wanted to be able to say I had experience with someone by now.
When I emerged, the two women were already waiting in the main living room for me. My mouth watered as I took them in. Julia, who had an ample chest and shapely butt, was wearing a see-through black dress. Her body was only covered by a thong, pasties over her nipples, and her hair covering her left breast as usual. Sydney, who had more of a tall, skinny, fashion model's body was wearing a gold-colored dress that barely covered her ass. It had a deep neckline and had slits along the sides, revealing white panties every so often as she moved. For once, she had actually let her hair down onto her shoulders.
I bought them both of these dresses our senior year of high school at their request but they hadn't ever worn them around me. I bought them many dresses and even lingerie over the years and never seen them wear anything with intentional sex appeal. They mostly dressed comfortably around me. Sometimes, to my delight, that included tiny booty shorts or loose tank tops that showed a little side-boob but more often it was simple jeans, hoodies, or things like that.
"Ready Matt?" Sydney said, clearly feigning ignorance at my ogling. Julia flashed me a taunting smile as they waited for me to lead the way. I had been on this ship as a kid so I knew where to go, even though I hadn't ever been to the nightclub itself.
It was a massive room and it was already filled with young adults like us, here on mommy and daddy's money and ready to get crazy. Along three of the four walls there was a long bar with several bartenders each and upfront, a DJ sent blasting music through the tower of large speakers on either side of her.
I assumed Julia and Sydney would go off and do their own thing and I'd do mine. That's how the rare house party we went to had always gone but to my surprise, they danced with me the whole night. They never really touched me while we moved in sync with the beat of the music but that was normal. The most we ever touched was squeezing into small stadium seats together at a concert or incidental touches like that. I didn't ever make any advances. I figured that was one more reason for them to stick around.
They freely touched each other though. It had long been obvious to me that they were attracted to each other. I wasn't sure if they ever hooked up but I had caught them kissing from time to time. Figuring out your sexuality when you're young is hard enough, I should know. I didn't want to bother them with questions about whatever they might be up to. If nothing else, I tried to be a respectful guy. I hoped that made me endearing apart from my money.
Hours of horniness building up, ringing ears, and more drinks than I could count later, we finally headed back to our cabin. All three of us were trashed as hell as we stumbled in to the common area. Sydney and I were talking and laughing about some of the other fucked up rich people at the club and Julia was even joining in. Everyone was relaxed.
