Chapter 3: The Party
The days passed quickly since Sheila called Didi with our RSVP plus two guests, Cheryl and Rita. Didi was thrilled, especially after her long talk with Sheila. One day they had a long lunch in the village and the hot topic was us -- me and Sheila. Sheila and I were quite an item.
Sheila also told Didi about Cheryl and Rita and our adventures together. Didi was quite interested in Rita's fantasy of lots of hands and mouths and bodies all over her. Didi told her about the other guests that have accepted and how much fun they are. She also said that they had hired some crew so that Ken would be available throughout the party. The boat would be full and they wanted to be on the Sound before the sun set.
Sheila relayed all of this to me as we lay in bed watching the news and Letterman. I was hard just thinking about this party, only a few days away.
"I like that there is no jealousy with you. No guilt and no jealousy!"
I smiled at this comment and looked deep into her eyes.
"I don't know about jealousy. You and I enjoy each other a lot but we also are able to share our predilections, if you will, and relish the others joy. As for guilt, for what crime am I guilty? I am who I am. Period. As long as I am at your side, I feel safer. I'm glad that we get along so well and that we understand each other's needs. I've been waiting to meet you all my life."
"You say all the right things to me. But I just want to know; if I'm up to my nose in other partners and getting fucked silly, how do you feel about it?"
"To be honest, I'd be thinking of a way to cover your nose!"
"Don't make jokes!" She hit me with her pillow.
"I just want to see you utterly happy and satiated because I know it makes you feel good. I know that you have needs and desires that I cannot provide and you know the same of me. If I can be there to share your thrills and if I can be there when the thrills are hard to come by, this is a good thing. Now you're giving me a headache. Can I kiss you goodnight?"
"Alright, I'm giving myself a headache, too."
I turned off the TV and the light and wrapped myself around her. We kissed two very long and sweet moments and drifted off.
The next few days flew by and when Saturday arrived I was off to have my haircut and Sheila, Cheryl and Rita were going to play hair and makeup. Didi had suggested that we be at the boat by 4 pm because she wanted some sun time. She also asked that I supply the music so I was selecting and burning CDs with very cool and unique music and putting them into a travel case. I also rolled about a dozen joints.
When I returned from my haircut, the women were in full swing -- at least in the bathroom and the vanity where the makeup events were a howl. I was already dressed for the party in a very plain Gap-ish way. I really didn't intend to stay dressed for very long. I was also commando. I pulled up a chair, grabbed the Times crossword, a pencil and an ashtray.
So here are three women in just their thongs trying out different blushes and eyeliner. It was so erotic to peek at their camel-toes. I observed that Rita had shaved. I swear it could have been like the Playboy Channel, all gauzy lenses and lingerie. They didn't seem to mind my presence but there were some barbs being tossed. I suggested that they look at the time and put a move on it.
Sheila looked like a stopper. Her long black hair swirled around a silky black sari that, I knew, was all she wore. Her makeup was minimal and understated and she just made me nod my head in awe. Cheryl wore a gauzy white sundress, the kind that looks so excellent when the sun is behind it and you can see her form. I enjoyed watching her rouge her nipples. Rita wore a two piece and while I wasn't all that crazy about it, her tits were the focus of the outfit. After that, who cares?
We met in the living room for a champagne toast. I told the girls that if at any time they were uncomfortable to tell me and I would take care of them. Not that anyone might need protection, but in cases like this party, it was maybe wise to discuss it. We hopped into my packed Jeep and heading over to the marina.
Fortunately, we find a spot among the trucks, the hummers, the beemers and the benzes that was very close to the boat. We were met at the car by Tom, the captain for the day. He had someone take our bags and he walked us to the boat, which sat majestically alongside the dock. Didi was at the door when we came aboard. She looked smashing in a gold hostess outfit with real deep cleavage and real short shorts. Ken was next guiding everyone into the salon. Perfectly fit and handsome for his age, he looked and acted like the successful and proud owner of this boat, which he was.
He introduced us to Tim, our chef for the cruise and to Bev, who would serve us. I just shook my head. It was as though Ken went out and handpicked a perfectly beautiful crew; two buff young men and an Asian cutie dressed in a little maid's outfit. I looked at Ken with respect.
"This is Disneyland. Isn't it?"
"Yes. Sure. It is whatever you want. Disneyland...a pirate ship...the S.S. Minnow...it is whatever you like."
He showed us to our cabin which was delicious for two but a little close for four. Still, a private bathroom is nice. How much time would we even spend in the room? We stored our stuff and I brought out my CDs.
Ken and Didi then led us up to the sky lounge where the other guests were arriving and getting the tour. As glasses of wine and beer were passed around, Captain Tom started up the vessel and headed out into the Sound.
Ken took the CDs and in a few minutes some reggae, some Cuban, some New Orleans and some funky blues began to drift through the open air. In short order, I was introduced to Max and Mel (and their guest, Sam), Jim and Sue (and their guest, Jill), and Doreen and Jack (and their guest, Frank). There were a lot of people on this boat -- fifteen plus three crew. It didn't seem crowded at all. This was some boat.