“He didn’t drug her, did he?” Stacey asked, suspiciously.
“No, she was just worn out,” Pam said.
“Exhausted from looking at him,” Courtney said, humming happily.
“It wasn’t drugs,” Pam said. “She went to bed while Mike was reparking the boat, then he was helping me put on aloe and…” She paused and sighed. “Whooo. Great hands. Did I mention great hands? And you know the bondage thing?”
“He didn’t tie you up!” Stacey said.
“Not yet,” Pam sighed. “But he totally took charge. I could barely think. It’s like he reads your mind, it’s just insane. I think we did it about four times last night and I came at least three times, but a couple of them were like one continuous…”
“Me, too!” Courtney caroled.
“Hush,” Pam hissed. “Anyway, we’re going to stay for awhile. We’ll call our parents. And I’ll call you, too. He was the one who told me to call you last night, and he reminded me that I hadn’t called back this morning.”
“Courtney said something about ‘dangerous,’ ” Stacey said cautiously. “I’m still worried about the ‘dangerous.’ ”
“He’s a former SEAL,” Pam said. “And just about covered in scars; he got really shot up somewhere. But… he’s a nice guy. He can be really dominant in a good way, then turn caring in the next second. It’s…”
“It’s making me cum just thinking about it,” Courtney said, her legs in the air, crossed, and rubbing back and forth.
“Courtney, would you quit that?” Pam said, looking away. “Courtney is just… gone. She’s turning into a total whore, I swear.”
“As long as I’m Mike’s ho,” Courtney said, laughing and sitting up. “Me.”
“Here’s Courtney.”
“I really was tired last night,” Courtney said. “It wasn’t drugs, it was being out on the boat and being amazingly horny for hours. It really took it out of me.”
“He’s that great?” Stacey said, disbelieving.
“He’s got a body like a ruined Adonis,” Courtney said. “Great legs, huge thighs, nice calves, stomach’s a bit big, but I think that’s age because it’s strong too. Arms, shoulders, great tan, and these massive scars on his chest and stomach. Like Pam said, he got really shot up, I don’t know how he lived, you know? When I got up I checked Pam’s cabin…”
“You were on the boat last night?” Stacey asked.
“Oh, yeah, it’s a big boat,” Courtney said. “A yacht, I guess. Did I mention he’s rich? Anyway, I checked Pam’s room and she wasn’t therrre…” she caroled, grinning evilly.
“Oh, shut up,” Pam said, shaking her head.
“So I crept up to the main cabin and peeked in and he was awake and Pam was just out like a light. I guess she was worn out,” she added, winking at Pam.
“It had been a long day,” Pam said.
“Long night more like it,” Courtney said. “When he got out of bed it was like watching a Cro-Magnon or something. He’s apparently got a lot of joint damage. And he still looked good. Well, except for the new scars on his back,” she said with a grin, winking at Pam.
“And he started making coffee, moving better by then, and then…” Courtney paused and shook her head. “It got sort of confused. There was this apple and then we were on the floor and he pinned my arms down with my shirt and stuffed my… anyway, he just… took me. He played with me, I mean really played, not just ‘let’s get her wet enough to get it in,’ but just worked me all the way ’til I came and then just… took me.” She stopped, panting.
“Courtney,” Stacey said, a bit breathlessly. “I don’t have a boyfriend right now. Could we cut back a little on the description?”
“Well, let’s just say I know what Pam meant by one continuous cum,” Courtney said, shaking her head. “Mindblowing doesn’t begin to describe it. When Pam came out I was still stark naked and I liked it. He’s into bondage and all that, by the way. We talked about it this morning. But he’s… he keeps talking about safety and making sure we’re clear when we’re not in what he calls ‘scene.’ He’s… just so blunt about some things. But in a good way. It’s almost like taking a class. A really fun class!” she finished.
“I wish I was there,” Stacey sighed. “But I’ve got to work.”
“Come on down,” Courtney said. “Plenty of room. And I’m sure he could wear all three of us out!”
“Won’t fly,” Stacey said. “But I’m glad you’re having fun.”
“We are,” Courtney said. “Lots of fun. Fun fishing, fun snorkeling, fun partying, and lots of fun screwing. God, I want to screw him again. I want him to screw me again. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”
“I’m getting wet just hearing about it,” Stacey sighed. “Look, call me, okay? Every day you can.”
“Okay,” Courtney said. “Talk later.”
“Girls,” Mike said when Pam and Courtney came up on the flying bridge. “Do either of you have a passport? Barring that, how about a birth certificate?”
“I’ve got a birth certificate,” Pam said, frowning. “But not with me.”
“Me, too,” Courtney said. “But, why?”
“I want to take you to the Bahamas,” Mike said. “It’s just over the Stream. The diving’s better, for one thing. And less boats, for another, once you get away from Bimini. Some good clubs on the islands, too. I was thinking about just going… cruising. Fish some, dive some, play around, do a little clubbing. I don’t dance, but I’d love to watch you two. But you need birth certificates. Getting into the Bahamas is no big deal, but you need one to get back in the States. Technically. Probably we could slip you in to Islamorada, but it would get sticky if we got stopped or if customs found out.”
“Mine’s at home,” Pam said, shrugging. “So’s Courtney’s.”
Mike nodded and sighed. “You’d have to ask your parents to send it down, right?”
“Oh, that would be a great call,” Courtney said, grimacing in panic. “’Hi, Dad, I’ve met this guy who’s into bondage who wants to take me to a foreign country so he can work his will on me.’ Not.”
“Well, we’ve got a couple of days to decide,” Mike said, shrugging. “I need to call a friend to send me some gear, and that will take a day or so to get here.”
“Bondage gear?” Pam asked nervously.
“Very,” Mike replied. “I’ve got a FedEx number. If you can work up the courage, all you have to do is give it to your parents and they can send the paperwork. You’re both eighteen or older, right? I should have asked before, my bad that I didn’t.”
“Yes,” Courtney said. “I’m eighteen, Pam’s nineteen.”
“Well, I’d really like you to call your parents and get the paperwork,” Mike said. “If we can’t, we can’t, and I might just go ahead and go anyway. Like I said, we probably wouldn’t get caught coming back in. And even if we did, well…” He shrugged. “I’ve got some strings I can pull to get it cleared up.” He suddenly stopped and blanched as he imagined the report getting to the President. It probably wouldn’t go higher than Pierson, which would be funny rather than embarrassing. But if it got to the President, or even the NSA…
“What’s wrong?” Pam asked worriedly.
“I was just imagining if the conversation got… as high as it might,” Mike said, shaking his head. “Embarrassing doesn’t begin to cover it. Much as you don’t want your parents getting in on the conversation, you really don’t want it going where it might go otherwise.”