The Cruise Companion - The Holidays
Julie finds a holiday companion on the high seas
By Aoife
This is my contribution to the
2024 Winter Holiday Contest
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A/N - Recently, something amusing happened. While browsing my favorite cruise line message board, I came across a post titled 'Seasoned Cruiser Needed.' Curious, I read through it, and soon my imagination took off.
This new series features a Sapphic theme and introduces a fresh protagonist, Dr. Julie Anders. The story is initially posted in the Lesbian Sex category, and though future chapters may appear in other categories, they will maintain a strong Sapphic focus. If this style or subject matter isn't to your taste, I completely understand and appreciate you taking the time to stop by.
All characters, names, and events in this storyline are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental and unintentional. The beginning includes a substantial amount of background and build-up before we get into the more intimate moments, and I hope you find the pacing to your liking.
Big thanks to Nicole and Nelly for their editing and suggestions. Any remaining mistakes are my own. My eyes aren't quite what they used to be.
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I admired the vast white ship moored at the dockside, which forced us to turn our heads from left to right to capture both ends, and crane our necks to see the tips of the masts. One couldn't help but wonder how that enormous behemoth could float.
The excitement was palpable as we waited, with other passengers, to check-in to board the super-sized pleasure palace, which had been built purely for our entertainment. My heart thumped in my chest, knowing that one of those balconies was ours for the duration of our vacation.
I nodded at the other passengers as we made our way through the queue and the check-in process. It truly wasn't that long before we eventually got checked in and received our Sail and Sign card.
We prepared to board after a not so traditional cruise photo. With tomorrow being Christmas Eve, they insisted the three of us wear Santa Claus hats using a huge banner of the ship as our backdrop.
As we waited patiently for our boarding time to be called, I recalled how my daughter had invited me to join both her and her girlfriend on the Christmas Cruise. Being seasoned cruisers, we wanted to introduce Lynne to our favorite vacation pass time.
Five Weeks Ago
I sat in my office, watching as the last student of the day left. These were my designated "Office Hours," a time when professors, such as myself, make themselves available for students to drop by for advice, support, or just to vent about the stresses of college life.
After the last student left, I gazed out of my window, lost in thought. My phone buzzed with a text dragging me from my thoughts. A smile crept across my face. It was my daughter, Maddie.
"Hello, darling!" I answered, feeling that familiar warmth whenever she called. I'm so proud of her. She is wrapping up her Master's and preparing for her Physician Assistant licensure, currently doing an ER rotation at Children's Hospital.
"Mom?" She interrupted my daydreaming.
"Yes, baby?"
"Mom, I'm almost twenty-five. I know I'll always be your baby, but can you stick with Maddie, please?"
I chuckled. "Okay, what's on your mind?"
"For dinner tonight, there'll be three of us. I'm bringing a friend over to talk about some Christmas plans, if that's okay?"
"Of course, baby, I mean Maddie. I'll be home by six. See you then." I hung up, feeling a flutter of excitement. It was nice to know she was making time for friends and not just focused on school or time with me.
Maddie's wasn't a typical upbringing. She grew up with me balancing school and later with both of us helping my parents as they aged. But tonight, for the first time in a while, it felt like she was stepping into her own life, and that made me so happy.
At eighteen, I was just a naive girl from Abington, Pennsylvania, and I found myself becoming a mother far sooner than I had ever imagined. Alan and I hadn't planned on that outcome, but life doesn't always wait for plans.
We thought we could make it work. The proverbial two young people mistaking lust for love. We moved in together, certain that our feelings were strong enough to hold us together. For me, there was never a question about keeping the baby. She was conceived from love.
I kept up with my microbiology studies as best I could, but after a couple of months, the reality hit. The challenges of balancing everything overwhelmed me. The worst was when I realized Alan was not who or what I wanted. Nor was I what he wanted.
We split amicably enough, agreeing that I would raise Madison and he would support me. Eventually, I moved back home to my parents, determined to finish my degree.
By nineteen, I was a single mom. Romance fell off my radar entirely, replaced by quiet evenings spent studying or with a good book or simply decompressing after a long day. But that was fine with me. Maddie, my gorgeous baby girl, became my whole world.
Later, during my master's program in Cell and Molecular Biology, I met Stacie, a woman who changed everything I thought I knew about love. For the first time, I experienced a really deep connection, something I never felt before, in the only two relationships I had with men. I was alive. It filled me with vitality and energy.
Our connection felt powerful and dynamic, electric even. But no matter how exciting that relationship was Maddie was always my priority. Dating and socializing took a backseat to being a mom. I wasn't going to burden my parents more than I already had, and I was determined to make them proud of me.
Yes, Maddie was always my number one.
But I digress.
After locking up the department for the evening, I got into my car, tuned into the school radio station, playing classical music, and headed home to Abington. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was dark, and Maddie's car was already parked there. She still lived with me, which worked out well since she helped care for my parents, who lived just down the street. My dad had confided in me he planned to leave their house to Maddie one day.
As I walked through the door, I heard quiet laughter and another female voice. It caught me off guard, but didn't surprise me. I called out loudly, announcing my arrival, hung up my coat, and headed for the kitchen.
Maddie greeted me warmly, stepping out from behind the kitchen island. A younger woman stood pensively, drying her hands by the sink. Maddie leaned in and whispered, "Please understand." Then, she introduced her friend.
"Mom, I'd like you to meet Lynne Foreman. Lynne, this is my mother, Dr. Julie Anders."
Lynne's grip was slightly strong, yet somewhat feminine. Her hair was short, in fact very short, her one side was shaved. I marveled at this. I called it a comb-over but what do I know? I am just an old woman. She was blonde and a bit stocky.
No, she didn't look like Maddie's type. The glint in both their eyes revealed the bond between them.
Lynne smiled as she approached. I beat her to it, offering my hand. "Welcome, Lynne. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine, Dr. Anders," she replied.
I quickly interrupted, "Please, call me Julie. I get enough of the formalities on campus. I don't need them at home."
Lynne relaxed, smiling. "Julie, then."
Maddie looked at me. "Mom, we started cooking, so why don't you change and join us when you're comfortable?"
"Sounds good. Jeans and a sweatshirt kind of night?" I winked at her, noticing her grin. Heading down the hall, I paused. I turned, asking, "Lynne, you're not driving tonight, are you?"
Both Maddie and Lynne turned bright red, and I couldn't help but smile. "Good. Maddie, open a bottle of wine, and use the decanter in the china cabinet." Then I made my way upstairs to change.
I opted for jeans and a sweatshirt, my version of relaxed attire. I ditched my bra, relishing the freedom, even if my professional side usually kept me more buttoned-up.
Returning to the kitchen, I found Lynne already plating dinner. It looked and smelled delicious. A simple pasta with fresh vegetables in a light sauce, and a side salad on the table.
"This is quite the welcoming dinner," I said, genuinely impressed.
"Please, sit, Julie. I'll bring your plate over," Lynne insisted with a smile.
Maddie and I sat down, and I poured us each a glass of wine. Lynne joined us with our plates, and Maddie raised her glass.
"A toast to a nice evening. Dinner with my mother and my friend."
Something in her tone made me curious, but I clinked our glasses and took my first bite. It was a lovely meal, and for the first time in a long time, I found myself laughing over dinner as Lynne and Maddie shared stories about their budding friendship and past dates, and I caught a new glimmer in Maddie's eyes. There was a warmth and ease I hadn't seen in a while.
After dinner, I insisted on handling the dishes, but Lynne quickly volunteered. "I'll just load them into the dishwasher so we can enjoy our evening," she said. There was no argument from me.
We settled in the living room. Maddie and Lynne shared the couch, while I took my usual spot in the recliner. There was a brief, awkward silence before I broke it.
"So, on the phone, you mentioned a conversation about holiday plans. What's the idea?"
Maddie glanced at Lynne, and then reached for her hand. "Mom, I'm off from December 19th through January 3rd before my next rotation starts. Lynne has the same time off."
Lynne spoke up. "I have some use-it-or-lose-it vacation time that needs to be taken by year's end."
Maddie continued. "We were thinking about taking a cruise together. Lynne has never been on one and ..."
I listened, but my heart sank. Her words seemed to blur as the reality hit me: Maddie might be spending Christmas away. I knew this day would come, but I wasn't ready for it to arrive quite so soon. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I struggled to hold them back.
"Excuse me, I need the bathroom," I said abruptly, hurrying upstairs as tears spilled down my cheeks. The thought of spending the holiday alone without Maddie shattered me.
I closed the bathroom door, my sanctuary, and let the tears flow freely. A few minutes later, I heard a gentle knock on the door.