“No,” I groaned, so close, so very close.
“Do it,” she insisted. “On my face and my tits.”
“Oh fuck,” I cried out, once more reaching that point of no return. My orgasm clutched at my body, gripping me in its joy and my cock erupted. I didn’t block its eruption. I let it happen and watched with a mixture of horror and glee as my orgasm shot across the narrow space between us and struck Jill’s pretty face. She opened her mouth, catching some of it on her tongue before the final spurts struck her chin, neck, and chest.
“Yes!” she cried out as I came, welcoming my orgasm as joyfully as I did and artfully positioning herself to catch the shower of my orgasm. “Yes!” she repeated and scooped up what she could into her hungry mouth.
I shuddered with the last of my release and didn’t know what to say. I fell back on bed and stared at Jill as she scooped up droplet after droplet and fed it to herself. “That’s mine,” I pointed out.
“I don’t care,” she smiled. “I love it. I’ve always loved the taste of cum.”
“You’re fucking made wrong,” I said, pulling back my covers and climbing beneath them.
“Fuck you,” she said and got up. She went into the bathroom while I laid on the bed and tried to wrap my drunken head around what had just happened. I was still thinking about it when sleep finally came over me.
I woke up naked in my bed and checked the clock for the time. Jill had turned off the nightstand light before going to bed and turned on the tiny night light near the foot of my bed. I wondered if she had gotten dressed. With her sheet up to her neck, I couldn’t tell. Our clothes were still on the floor where they had landed last night. I scooped up my boxers and put them on before climbing out of bed. I visited the bathroom, took a shower and shaved.
When I came out of the shower, Jill was sitting up in her bed watching the TV. She was topless. “About time! I have to pee!” she said, kicking off her sheets and dancing past me to visit the bathroom. I saw enough to know she had spent the night naked.
I got dressed while she took a shower. Today was our first port. We ate a quick breakfast and headed topside to see the ship sitting next to pier. We joined the line of people waiting to use the gangplank and went into town. It felt funny seeing palm trees decorated with Christmas lights and garland. I think both of us spent the day keeping one eye out for Steve and Linda and the other eye searching for our parents. The last thing we needed was to meet up with Steve and Linda while we were with our parents!
It was late in the afternoon before we found our Mom and Dad. We hung out with them for a little while, but not too long. They said we looked tired and I told them we had spent the night dancing. Mom looked happy that her kids were getting along so well. Dad slipped us some money which we both pocketed, knowing his souvenir money would be saved as drinking money. The port-of-call only lasted until five and we ditched our parents for the last part of it.
“Should we talk about last night?” I asked, after we left Mom and Dad.
Jill shrugged. “I don’t know. We were both drunk and horny, that’s all.”
“It’s not weird knowing we saw each other, you know, doing stuff?”
“Not unless you want to make it weird,” she said, dismissing the rest of the conversation. We went into a couple more stores. She bought some clothes before we went back to the ship without ever seeing Steve and Linda. I think we were both in a funk because we never saw our new friends.
We went back to our cabin, watched some TV and skipped dinner. Being at port meant we could use our cell phone in wifi mode and we spent a lot of time texting and catching up with our social media accounts. We kept one eye on the time, waiting until it was time to meet Linda and Steve.
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