by H. Jekyll (h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com)
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On a cruise, romance blooms. (FF, MF, mast, oral, voy)
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Author’s Note: Please send comments, inquiries,
requests, and criticisms to: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com. I
do enjoy corresponding with like-minded people. I am
especially indebted to Maggie McGee for criticism and
editing. She is responsible for what “charge” the story
contains.
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I slipped onto deck and saw two women from our tour
group kissing. They had found a niche formed by some
superstructure and a lifeboat, where they thought they
would be hidden, where they thought they could see
anyone who approached. I slid to a shadowed area and
watched them kiss.
They were roommates, but more, always together. Any time
one was there, the other was close. Of course there had
been friendly speculation that they were gay, but they
were circumspect and the speculation was just to pass
time on the tour. If they had been older no one would
have thought about it at all.
Or maybe they would. The couple made a lovely contrast.
One was an administrator from my school, fair, with
blown-dry, gray-blond hair. No, not fair, but pale.
Creamy, English pale. And funny. She had an unlimited
supply of jokes, could spout Simpson’s lines, and once,
when we had over-sampled the local beer in Shanghai, she
had managed to count to five in one belch.
I would laugh at her jokes and try to one-up her, but I
also liked to look at her. Her friend was dark, with
dark brown eyes and dark curly hair. She was quieter and
more serious. Perhaps she had a darker soul? She
listened more than she participated. Both were athletic
and trim, one trait they shared.
Now they were kissing and everything was different. I
watched them brush their lips on each … Read the rest