The horn let out a mighty yell signaling the start of our eight day new years cruise. It was the last Sunday of the millennium and I had just set out on a New Years adventure. I stood at the railing of the big cruise ship and waived goodbye to my husband of eight years. He was supposed to be on the ship with me, but he had to fly back to Boston. Long after we were committed to the week long vacation his company informed him he would have to work right through January first. I was disappointed to say the least especially since the final date to get a refund had passed.
Jim was disappointed as well but rather than just throw away three thousand dollars he told me I should go anyway. Just because he couldn’t go on the cruise did not mean I could not enjoy myself. He told me to bring one of my friends in his place and to have a good time. I wondered who I should invite to go along with me. My choices were relatively slim considering the late date, and the limited number of my friends who were still single. I went down the list one by one, and each person I asked had already made plans. I was starting to think that maybe I should just place an advertisement in the local news paper and sell the trip, but Jim insisted that I keep trying.
I looked over at the person standing next to me and smiled. Short blonde hair framed a flawless face. The deep blue eyes looked like two Caribbean tidal pools. Broad muscular shoulders led to a narrow waist and then down to powerful legs. This was my guest and roommate for the next eight days and seven nights.
We had not know one another for a long period of time, only about six months, but in that time we had become friends. We met at the health club in the aerobics class and quickly struck up a conversation. After that first meeting we got together every Tuesday and Thursday after class at the juice bar to talk before heading our separate ways. When I brought up the subject of my cruise, and the predicament I was in, the response was..."Well I am free." followed by nervous laughter. One week later we were standing on the deck of the ship together.
The big ship slowly pulled away from the dock and we headed down to our cabin to check out the accommodations and get situated. We walked into the cabin and our luggage was waiting for us. With service like this we were bound to have a good time. I grabbed one of my suitcases and began to put items away in the dresser while my roommate did the same on the other side of the queen sized bed.
"So what do you want to do today?" I asked
"I figured we could go up on deck and lay out by the pool. We can catch some sun, have a few drinks and just relax until dinner. Then after dinner we can go to the jazz club and get drunk."
"Sounds like a plan." I replied grabbing a nice yellow two piece bathing suit and heading into the bathroom to change. I walked out of the bathroom and I was greeted with a cat call whistle. I put my hands over my head and spun around to complete the show as my roommate squeezed past me and headed into the bathroom to change. I checked myself in the mirror and tied my long brown hair back making me look much younger than my actual age of 35. My roommate slipped out of the bathroom and I returned the cat call whistle as I thought "My god what a fabulous body."
The rest of the day was spent just as we planned, and we had a great time at the Jazz club that night. I drank much more than I should have and we staggered back to our room laughing the entire way. Inside the room we both brushed our teeth and washed our faces before slipping on our sleeping attire. We then climbed into bed said good night and drifted off into a deep alcohol induced slumber.
Some time in the middle of the night I awoke in a daze wondering where I was. I still felt the effects of the alcohol as I pressed back against the warm body spooning up behind me and held the hand hanging just below my breasts. In my semi-intoxicated state it took me a while to realize that the hand that had been gently stroking my bare hip was not my husbands. Suddenly I realized that the body pressed against mine was not my husbands, and it was not a man. It was my friend Tammy and the most shocking part of all was that I was not repulsed. In fact I was intrigued and excited. I felt my nipples stiffen in excitement. I closed my eyes, smiled and drifted back to sleep.
I awoke the next morning at ten o’clock to find Tammy gone. A note on the dresser told me she had gone to breakfast and would be back shortly so I climbed slowly out of bed. My head was pounding as I stumbled to the shower grabbing two aspirin from the dresser on the way. The hot water running over me felt soothing and slowly my head began to clear. I thought back to the night before and in spite of the temperature my nipples again stiffened at the thought of Tammy’s body pressed deliciously against mine. Thirty minutes later I shut off the water and toweled myself off. I walked out of the bathroom naked and when I saw Tammy sitting on the bed reading a book I instinctively put my arms up to cover my chest.
Tammy smiled at my modesty and averted her eyes in an attempt to make me more comfortable.
"I’m sorry I thought you would still be at breakfast." I explained.
"Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and beside you have nothing to be embarrassed about."
I smiled nervously and began to dress, reaching into the drawer and grabbing the first thing I saw. What I grabbed was a sexy black one piece bathing suit cut high on the legs and low on the chest. I also grabbed a tee-shirt to wear over the suit in case the sun got too strong up on deck.
Tammy was wearing an adorable two piece bathing suit with short like bottoms and a vest like top in a deep green. Together we were a stunning couple and every man we passed watched intently with their mouths agape.
Our second day at sea was similar to the first. We spent the majority of the day by the pool reading and drinking margaritas but said nothing of the previous nights events. We talked through out the day mostly about our childhoods and our relationships with our family. In no time at all it was time to go down and change into our formal dinner clothes.
Tammy’s outfit was a long blue strapless Dress with a plunging neckline that left her cleavage exposed for all to see. I chose a black sequin dress with a high neck line that clung to my hips and ended midway down my thigh. Once again every man stared as we walked into the dining room and took our seats at the cozy table for two. The conversation flowed easily and in no time at all dinner was over. We decided to go dancing at one of the three dance clubs onboard the ship.
It was well after midnight when we walked through the door to our cabin. So much for making it an early night so we would be rested for out first day in port. I slipped on a silk night shirt and climbed into bed. Tammy was much more brazen than me, and slipped out of her dress and slid under the covers in just her panties. We said good night and rolled over to go to sleep, but it did not come as easily as it had the night before. In spite of all of the alcohol I had drank that night I could not fall asleep. My mind was spinning and it kept stopping on the same thing. The nearly naked woman lying next to me in the big queen sized bed. I finally rolled over and snuggled up behind Tammy. My arm draped over her hip as I kissed the back of her head. Then I managed to slip off to sleep while erotic images played out in my dreams.
Our first day in port was wonderful. We shopped in the store in Nassau and had a nice lunch in a quaint restaurant overlooking the water. We finished lunch and Tammy led us to a jewelry story and insisted on buying me a beautiful emerald ring to pay me back for the trip. I told her it was not necessary but she persisted and in the end I could not refuse her.
That night when we returned to the ship we skipped the formal dinner and instead had a light meal before heading back to our cabin. We were exhausted after the long day of shopping and we shed our clothes and climbed into bed wearing just our panties. We quickly fell asleep while she spooned up behind me and lightly ran her soft hands over bare skin.
I woke up on the morning of our fourth day at sea in Tammy’s arms. She was facing me and her hair hung forward covering her pretty face. Her arm rested on the curve of my hip and mine was slightly higher up, lying just below her chest. My eyes opened and I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on her forehead causing her to stir. She opened her eyes and I reached up to brush the hair from her eyes. "Good morning sleepy." I said contentedly.