He caressed my breasts with a wistful look in his eyes. I had an urge to make love to him, and yet still I suppressed it, not knowing whether it would shatter our newly formed bond.
“I have never wanted to make love to a man before,” I admitted.
He nodded, “Go with the flow, Gillian; let’s just go on an adventure, to see where it takes us.”
He smiled at me in such a tender way, that all my suppressing in the world wasn’t going to work.
So, then and there, on a mat hidden by some packing cases, I stripped off my combat pants and boots, and allowed a man to enter me for the first time.
He lay on his back, as I knelt astride him, as he kissed my breasts. I felt myself responding. He slipped a condom on, and I felt him sliding inside me.
I gasped as I sat back so he slid up to the hilt, so I rocked gently backwards and forwards, just enjoying the sensation of him being inside me. He placed his large hands on my ass, so I started to rise and sink as he thrust inside me. He got faster and faster, and I felt myself coming, as a rush of my juices gushed forth, so he thrust deeper and faster inside me. He seemed to instinctively know what pleased me, and how to help me achieve greater pleasure. It was as if something inside him knew exactly what it meant to be a woman.
He kissed my breasts, rolling my nipples in his mouth, so I came again and again. I went faster and faster, and with a groan and a shudder; he thrust one final time, arching his back and driving himself deep inside me, as we climaxed together.
I allowed him to slide out of me, and I kissed him tenderly. He took the condom off, tossing it over the side of the boat. I put my bikini briefs back on, slipped my top back on, but I stayed like that.
He pulled on his shorts and grinned at me.
“First time, huh?” he asked.
I nodded, a little ashamed. It had all been so sudden, so quick. I hardly knew the man. We’d only met a few hours before. And yet, it was as if I knew him as well as I knew myself. The shame fell away from me, as his mere presence reassured me that I had done something right for a change.
“Okay?” he asked, sounding concerned. It was as if he was aware of my feelings and what I was going through.
I nodded again, smiling.
“That’s how it should be!” he said, holding his hand out to me. I took it, and he pulled me towards him. We kissed, and I knew that I loved him now. But it was deeper than I had ever imagined, it was as if we were soul mates, as he had said.
* * *
Ed.
It all happened like a dream, one minute we were chatting, when the next I was telling her all my darkest secrets. Never in a million years would I have imagined that I would have told her anything about me. But it was as if I just had to. I don’t know why, but I just did.
Then we were making love. I felt closer to her than I had ever felt to anyone in my life; any life! This wasn’t born out of the fulfilment of a fantasy, or of basic lust, but of a deep desire to become one with another soul.
I was not aware of me at all, and my sole purpose was to please her, and I think I did. At any rate, she didn’t complain. But it was the first time for her, so there was nothing for her to compare it to.
All the while, my memories of those other lives were close to the surface, so I could help her enjoy the experience a little more. I felt jealous, in a way, as those fond memories were destined to remain just that, memories. I almost yearned for the time to pass so I could take another job.
She looked so damn sexy in her black bikini. We just held each other for a while, and she got that look in her eye again.
But before we could do anything about it, I smelled food, realising that someone would be coming looking for us any minute.
“Hey, what would you like me to call you?” I asked.
She smiled, “What do you want to call me?” she said.
“Well, Gillian is rather formal, and Gill is a bit cold, so how about I call you Gee?” I said.
“That’s fine, I’d like that. Shall I call you First?” she teased.
“Call me what the hell you like, you know I’ll come running!” I said.
She smiled again and her face lit up.
“I think I shall call you Edward,” she said, and I laughed.
“I had a music teacher in third grade who would call me Edward. I hated her,” I said.
“Oh Ed, you know I love you?” she suddenly said.
I nodded.
“Yeah, I know. Weird isn’t it?” I said.
“What is?”
“We have only known each other for a few hours, and we love each other already!” I said.
She leaned over and kissed me.
“It’s as you said; we’re soulmates,” she said.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said.
“So are you,” she replied.
“We’d better get dressed and return to the fold, otherwise people may talk,” I said.
She laughed. “I wouldn’t worry, Russell is convinced we have already got something going,” she said, as she dressed again.
“Well, we have,” I said, and she chuckled.
We went back to the stern, and as we passed the bridge, Mickey winked at me, so he knew. I grinned, as he shook his head.
Russell was standing by the rail, still pale.
“Hello, Russell, not feeling too good?” Gillian asked.
“No, it seems I have yet to acquire my sea legs,” he said.
We went down to the galley and mess room, and found the ships Chinese cook making a stir-fry in a huge wok. It smelled really good, but we were the only people interested in food at this time.
A little later, Mickey joined us, as he had a crew of four he was able to leave the steering to someone else for a while. Roger, the doctor, and Simon, the anthropologist, managed to make an appearance. Craig and Russell were too unwell to join us.
Gillian had undergone a subtle transformation, and I smiled, as I alone knew the reason. She was bubbly and bright, full of fun and laughter. As the group did not know her, so they would have not been aware of the rather sad and lonely girl she had been. But I knew, and I liked watching her.
We had a great meal, lots of good food, and beers. We didn’t finish eating until 23:00, and eventually everyone went to bed.
There were sufficient cabins for us, even though the men had to share two at a time. I preferred to put my bedroll on the deck, and I was lying on my back, wearing just my shorts, staring at the stars, when I became aware of her standing next to me.
I held out my hand, and she snuggled down close to me, she was only wearing a long tee shirt.
“Hi, I was wondering how long it would be before you turned up!” I said.
“I missed you; funny, isn’t it?” she said.
I just smiled, as she wrapped her arm around me. We fell asleep like that.
We were still together in the morning, as the first light came up, I awoke. She was holding me tightly, so I kissed her, gently. She smiled in her sleep, and I extricated myself to respond to the call of nature.
When I returned she was awake.
I lay down beside her, and she said, “You are so lucky; I have to go to the smelly old head!”
I smiled, “And I want to be you, remember!”
She laughed, pulling me to her, so we made love again. I was grateful that I had brought a packet of condoms. Normally I use them to wrap around my weapons, so as to keep moisture out of the barrels, but I was actually using them for their designed purpose for a change!
I spent the day checking through the equipment, and just making sure the outboard on the rib was okay. I cleaned my M16, and I had five Glock 17s, just in case. I liked the Glock, as it had very few metal components, so in hot, damp climates, this was an advantage.