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Complex Relationship Ch. 01.1

By: PaulStevens



Note: This story will follow several characters for a while but gradually phase out to follow one story from the male's point of view. At first these stories are not going to be filled with sex. This first chapter is more about establishing my main four characters over the course of the same day. Later chapters will get more sexual intensive, with the back-story of the four characters I establish here weaving in there as well. 

Also, thanks Alexandra for the edits.

Chapter 1, Part 1: Brandon

Brandon fought to stay conscious as he was battered by the waves with no shore in sight, and wondered what had driven him to be here at the mercy of the storm. In trying to save friends he had been betrayed by a woman he had come to love. He would survive to help his friends. He would survive to spite the men that had left him for dead. He would survive so that he could face the woman, the one to whom he had been ready to give his heart and soul, so that he could find out why she had betrayed him. Some hours later as he lay alone on a beach too tired to move he thought back to how he got here, back to when his trip had began…

A vacation was what Brandon Metcalf needed, and that was why he was on the cruise He had fallen into a rut, and after working for the same company in the four years since he graduated from college, he had been laid off despite what he had believed was a rather good track record. He was let go because he was not assertive enough. As a result he had often been passed over for newer candidates who were better at getting credit for their work. So his list of accolades failed to show his true value, and unfortunately the recent layoffs had been based on the file and not what he believed was his true worth to the company. . 

However, that was only part of his troubles. His commitment to his work had been such that he had had little time for a social life. When combined with his quiet nature it meant that he had precious few friends and only one girlfriend to speak of since college. None of which was much to brag about; his friends were mostly left from college and the girl was more of a pity setup by his sister. This meant that his work had become the primary thing in his life and when it ended he was lost. The one thing he did have going for him was a supportive family. It was they who had convinced him to take advantage of his sudden surplus of free time and take a much needed vacation. It was his brother who had suggested he take the cruise to 'recapture those college glory days.' Brandon was not sure that college had been exactly glorious, but it had been an enjoyable time and perhaps more importantly, at least in his brother's mind, had involved frequent interaction with not only people, but women as well. As his brother so bluntly put it 'Brandon, head south on one of those cruises you've always talked about going on and for God's sake get yourself laid.'

So that's why he stood on the deck of the ship watching the city skyline recede into the darkening horizon; not so much the getting laid part, although he would certainly not be against that, but mostly to get himself out of his rut. It was not appear that the cruise was going well when he discovered that his travel agent had double booked his cabin. So, instead of being alone as he had anticipated, he was forced to share the cabin with a guy named Hutch. His cabinmate's real name was Mike, but he chose to go by a shortened form of his last name Hutchinson. Despite his quiet nature Brandon felt he got along with most people rather well, but Hutch was another story. In short he was a loud mouthed, heavy drinking, womanizing, pig. Every night Hutch would roll in smashed at God knew what hour, sometimes with one or more women who were equally drunk. One night though it seemed that for a change Hutch had decided to start his evening in the room. 

Brandon had just come in from some sightseeing on a nearby island. He was a history nerd and the island had several obscure historical sites that only a history nut would appreciate. As Brandon had lost touch with his inner history nut for a while to focus on his work, one of the reasons he had picked this particular cruise was because it had sights like on this island. He had spent the day taking pictures of the various sights and admiring a few of the more feminine attractions of the small island. In particular he had enjoyed admiring a tall dark haired young woman who spoke with a southern accent that he found extremely sexy. However she was never alone long enough for him to talk to her. There was always a man who looked to at be in his forties if not fifties. He was possibly her father or maybe her husband wherever she went and he seemed very protective of her. So he satisfied himself with watching from a distance. 

After following them around while touring the island he saw something that intrigued him. When they had reached the inside of one of the island's feature sights, an old Spanish church, the overprotective man seemed work his way into a large group of frat boys and shortly after left the young woman with the bulk of the group, and made his way to the front privately discuss something with one of the frat boys. Brandon was pretty sure he saw an envelope change hands, but he could not be sure. 

This was because at that moment he heard a soft shriek and clatter as a woman behind him fell after apparently tripping on a nearby pew. As he went to help her get up she refused, and struggled to her feet unassisted. Her embarrassment seemed heightened by the mock laughter coming from the direction of the frat pack at the front of the church. She seemed determined to spurn his offer of help, but he gave it anyway, figuring he could gather up her camera and the supplies that had spilled from her bag. 

'Taking a few picture today miss?' he inquired as he handed an unusual number of memory cards to her. At first she seemed determined to ignore him, but then responded in a tone that seemed defensive and angry.

"Yeah, so I'm someone who likes history, you got a problem with that?" 

"Nope, not really. Kinda a history nut myself, its just I have never seen anyone use that many memory cards on one trip, outside of a close friend I have that is. I always razz him about it kinda a hard habit to break, sorry I said anything." Brandon found himself somewhat taken aback as he answered.

She smiled then, which surprised him, and when she did he was able to tell that she was a gorgeous creature even in the poor light of the old church. From the quick glance he got he knew she had shoulder length red hair, and did not get much time in the sun as her pale skin made evident, even in this low light. She was wearing a blouse and skirt that seemed a bit fancy for sightseeing but showed off her curves well. She was about 5'6 and very toned with hips that were wide enough to be womanly, but not overly so. The blouse, no doubt due to the heat, clung to her impressive chest. Brandon was no expert at sizes but he would guess she was at least a C cup. Her skirt and short sleeves confirmed that this girl worked out as she had toned and nearly muscular arms, legs, and butt. He checked her out feigning subtlety, but was pretty sure she saw his glances. Given her attitude moments before, Brandon almost expected she would say something, but she did not. Instead she began discussing the sights she had seen thus far on her trip, as well as other sights she had seen on previous trips, it turned out many had been the same places, she seemed to know a lot. He asked her if she had studied history and it turned out she had recently earned an MBA.

"Wow, beauty and brains," he thought to himself. As he began thinking of ways to see if he could spend the rest of the day with her, she pointed something out with her left hand and he saw the sparkle of a fair sized diamond on her ring finger and he realized she was taken. His hopes fell. He had been shot down twice today before he had a chance to get started for in spite of the discussion with the red-head, he had not been distracted from, noticing his dark haired quarry openly flirting and cozying up to the frat boys.

As this Church was the last sight he wanted to see, he tried to wrap up their conversation and head back to the ship. As he turned she followed him out to, according to her, escape the din inside. Before he could start the walk to the ship, she offered to take a picture with his camera of him posing in front of the church. Realizing it would be one of the few he would actually appear in on the trip, he accepted the offer. Then the red-head recruited the dark haired southern woman Brandon had been previously admiring to take the camera so the red-head could be in a picture with Brandon. 

After that the group of frat boys spilled out of the church. Brandon began to move away with a hasty goodbye to both women. It was then he found out that the red-head's name was Mel, but the other girl rushed into the church before he could ask for her's. Brandon headed to the dock to get back to the ship.

When he returned to his cabin he found it occupied by Hutch and his friends.

'Oh, look its nerd boy,' Hutch said as he looked up. 'That must mean the bars are opening. Looks like that's our cue to party boys. Plus, we don't want to be here with Mr. Lame-oh over there." It was clear that Hutch was very inebriated. 

'So nerd you gotten laid yet?' Hutch directed the question at Brandon with a sneer. When Brandon did not respond, Hutch added, 'No? Well I'm not surprised nerd boy, but today is your lucky day, we gave you a free one. Actually some frat boy from the penthouses did, but point is you can have a turn. We already had ours, she's a good fuck, even as wasted as she is. Plus, it's probably the best piece of tail you'll get on this whole trip. I'd take advantage if I were you. Just don't get too attached, as the frat boy needs her back by tomorrow afternoon for some rehearsal or something.' Then he turned to his friends and said, 'Now let's get to that party, this is going to rule, all night bachelor party, and it's in international waters.' 

With that they stomped off yelling and shouting. As they had cleared out Brandon looked at the girl they had left behind. What he saw disgusted him. Hutch was not kidding when he had said they had 'had their turn'. The woman had been worked over. She was laying face down and not moving. He hoped she had simply passed out from the alcohol they had likely forced her to down, but knowing Hutch and his friends he was pretty sure something more sinister was involved. 

As Brandon thought about what to do he could not help but admire her body. Even though she was covered in cum from head to toe, it was easy to see that this was a very beautiful girl. She was about 5'3" with hardly on ounce of fat on her, thin but not sickly so. Her long blond hair fell just below her shoulders. She had a cute little toned butt that suited her small frame well. Her boobs from what he could see did not fit her frame. From the angle he had it appeared as if they would be at home in a Playboy centerfold. 

Brandon felt his dick stiffening so that his pants began to feel a bit tighter as he looked at the girl on the floor, but resisted the temptation to use her like Hutch and his friends had, even to jerk off to. Hutch was likely right, this would probably be as close to a hot lay that he would get on this trip, but he was determined that if he got lucky it would be on his terms and the girl would be able to consent.

So with great difficulty he tore his gaze from the hottie on the floor and began thinking up a plan of action. He had thought about dressing her, but that was out for two reasons. One was that she was certainly not in a clean enough state; the other was that he found that most of her clothes had been forcibly removed by Hutch and company and were unfit or unable to be used again. His level of loathing for his roommate and friends increased. Deciding on a course of action he strode out into the bathroom, filled and started up the whirlpool style tub. 

The cabin was designed as a sizeable suite with nice amenities for one person but, due to the mix up it now had two occupants. It actually had two bathrooms one with the tub and one with a shower. Brandon had primarily been using the latter, as Hutch had claimed the larger with the tub right away claiming he needed his daily whirlpool massage. The truth was he usually spent the early hours in the bath fucking whatever tramp or tramps he had dragged in the night before. Supposedly it was good for recovery. Well Brandon would put that to the test this evening. Besides, it was only fair the blonde had a turn, as all the others Hutch screwed received a bath.

To give the girl some dignity Brandon grabbed a sheet off Hutch's bed wrapped her in it and lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom where he gently placed her in the tub, removing the sheet as he did so. As he had guessed the bubbles from the jets obstructed his view of her naked body beneath the water. Not wanting to submerge her head but still wanting to clean her face and hair of the traces of Hutch and his buddies Brandon washed the two areas being careful not to put her nose and mouth under the foaming water. 

He let her soak in the bath for awhile, hoping that the movement of the water would be enough to clean the dried cum off her. As he turned off the jets a thought occurred to him and as the water calmed, he made sure she would not slip into the tub before exiting the room to retrieve clothes and a towel for her as well as a washcloth he was sure he would need. As he walked back in he got an unobstructed view of her body from the front and he nearly creamed himself at the sight. She was even more of a knockout from this angle than from behind. He had been right about her breasts; they were massive, each somewhere between the size of a large cantaloupe and a volleyball with nipples the size of pencil erasers and dollar sized areolas. They sat above a toned flat stomach. Below that she had a trimmed patch of golden fur that led into two of the most amazing legs he had ever had the privilege of viewing. 

He once again felt that painful pressure in his crotch and decided to focus on his task. He stared at her cute face as he located the drain and began emptying the tub. After that he dipped the cloth in the water and decided to wash out a few nooks the water might not have been able to get. Knowing Hutch these were likely targets for his deposits. Brandon very quickly wiped her pussy and the valley between her large breasts. He was sure some ended up there as it was a favorite target of Hutch's. As he had found out when trying to drown out his roommate's drunken cries in previous nights. Before he lifted her out of the tub he made sure to give between her ass cheeks a quick check as well. 

Once she was dry he dressed her in a t-shirt and shorts he had found for her. They were not much but better than nothing. He chuckled at how big the two items were on her small body. Being that he was around 6'6" the shirt looked like a nightshirt on her and the shorts were past her knees. He carried her to his bed and tucked her in and looked around the cabin. After gathering up what was left of her clothes and putting them on a chair near the bed, he returned to the bathroom to gather aspirin from his personal supply and a small mouthwash bottle provided by the cruise cleaning staff. He also grabbed a bottle of water he had taken from the dining room intended for his trip to the gym the next morning and set all there on the night stand next to the bed, wished his 'guest' a goodnight before retiring to the couch with some blankets.

As he slept his dreams were filled with visions of the three gorgeous ladies that had he had admired during the day. He was admiring the brunette he had followed throughout the day as she stripped seductively on the beach while he watched from only a few feet away. He stared in wonder as she freed her B cups from her bikini and gave them a quick shake for him, before she let her panties slide down her long shapely legs. Just as she began to make her way over to him he felt a tap on his shoulder and when he turned around he was in the church where he had talked with the red-head Mel. 

Mel was topless, and she pulled his head down into a passionate kiss and he savored the feeling of her soft warm lips against his before she broke the kiss and forced his head lower to her considerable rack. Taking her hint Brandon began kissing and sucking her swollen nipples as she moaned in pleasure, while doing so he also massaged her sizable tits loving the feel of the soft ample flesh between his fingers. He then boldly took his left hand and reached under her skirt to find she was panty less underneath it and dripping wet to boot. He immediately stuffed two fingers into the tight crevice and felt the velvety flesh clamp down on him as he moved, thrusting them in and out of her wet pussy. He continued playing with her tits and pussy until she had a shuddering orgasm. After which she threw him down on a nearby pew and began unbuckling his shorts before fishing out his dick to begin sucking on it. 

As he sat enjoying the feeling of the red-head sucking him, he leaned back to find the southern brunette sexily crawling on all fours, naked now, down the wooden bench towards him. Unlike her red-haired counterpart, or the busty blond in his bed, the brunette was not overly endowed, but she still had a good set. What she lost in size she made up in firmness as her smaller breasts had little movement to them and when she straightened her back they held their position as if they were still in her bra. Brandon reached up and squeezed her firm melons and played with her nipples. As he did he began to notice the juices running down her sexy thighs and moving his hands to her fine ass he scooted her forward until she was straddling him. 

Grabbing her hips he pulled her down and gazed at her swollen lips that had no trace of hair. Brandon parted her with his tongue, savoring her sweet juices before licking her slit up and down, slowly at first, but soon picking up speed. As he was doing this he felt her shift slightly and seconds later felt her hard nipples touch his chest. As he felt this he broke his gaze from her now sopping pussy long enough to see an amazing sight. Through the valley of her firm tits he saw the brunette putting her tongue to the lower part of his shaft while Mel sucked hard on the head. 

The combination of feeling two tongues on his cock with Mel's vacuum like suction, and viewing the two sexy women working his cock through the firm set of tits caused him to cum hard into Mel's mouth. The sight of the pair French kissing and sharing his cum was almost enough to make him cum again and probably would have if he had not spent such a large load into Mel's mouth already. While he recovered the girls got up and walked across the aisle and leaned over the ends of two pews. 

As Mel did this, she flipped up her skirt and wiggled her larger but more muscular ass. The brunette had no need to mess with a skirt as she was already nude, and she fingered her own dropping cunt before wiggling her naturally perfect ass at him. Brandon could not believe that both seemed to be offering up themselves for a doggy style fuck. As he tried to rise from the pew he rolled off and found he was in his cabin back on the ship.

Shaking his head to wake himself from the daze he got up and walked to the bathroom to pee, but found it was difficult due to the hardness of his dick. Realizing there was nothing for it, he began to jerk off. He had just shut his eyes in an attempt to recall the dream, when he felt a hand on his left wrist pull his hand away and another wrap itself around his engorged shaft. Then he felt two breasts pressing themselves against his lower back. He did not need to turn around to know that the blonde had come up behind him and had begun jacking him off. He opened his eyes and look down to the incredible sight of her small hand beginning to pick up speed as it moved up and down his painfully hard shaft. Brandon could feel the tension building up to a large orgasm as she moved her hand faster and faster. Finally, the tension broke his eyes closed as his body convulsed with jolts of pleasure as his cock erupted sticky white juice all over the bathroom. As his heart rate lowered and he caught his breath he surveyed the damage. His cum was in or around the toilet, and some had hit the wall, and more had landed on the blonde's hand. 


Complex Relationship Ch. 01.1



Brandon watched the blonde as she lifted her hand to her mouth, seductively extending her long pink tongue to lick the blob of cum away He then saw her eyes drop to his hard-on which had not faded. Her small hand took his and he let her lead him to the couch, before she straddled him and impaled herself on his still hard member. Her tightness felt heavenly wrapped around him as she moved up and down and it was clear that she was enjoying herself from the way her lips pouted and her stomach clenched. As she moved her mammoth breasts bounced up and down so much they mesmerized him. Within a few minutes they were both moaning loudly and she began to bounce up and down on him ever faster. After a few minutes of this he felt her pussy muscles begin to spasm around his cock as she cried out in orgasm. This caused him to cum for the second time in barely ten minutes. As the warmth and ecstasy of their orgasms passed, she collapsed onto his chest and for a moment he felt as though he had passed out, and he was only barely conscious of her kissing him on the cheek and saying a soft 'thank you' before heading to the bed he given her. 

The next time he awoke it was to the sounds of Hutch stumbling in. His drunken roommate mumbled something about returning the whore and as he did the events of the previous night hit Brandon he leapt from the couch only to find his bed empty. The mouthwash, the clothes, and bottle of water were gone. Brandon went back to the couch grabbed the blankets and tossed them on the bed. Reaching down to get his gym bag from beside the bed, he went to close the zip, but noticed something odd. In the bag was the water bottle and tucked into the label was a note. It read:

Dear Brandon Metcalf (if the tag on this bag is correct),

 

Thank you for your kind care this evening and for giving me your bed. I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you last night. I hope we meet again under better circumstances. I would have said this in all in person, but after what I probably put you through last night and with the risk of being caught by your roommate again, not to mention my busy schedule for the next day or so, I felt it best I let you sleep and get out of here. Thanks again for all your care.

Katy 

PS Left you a few things to remember me by. Hopefully next time you'll get to remove the thing in the bottle off me yourself. Should add to the Kodak moments I left for you. (Yes I know you at least saw me naked if not more, but I don't care. Don't believe me? Check out that camera of yours…)

Brandon looked at the water bottle and noticed it was full of a red lacy object. He recognized these as the panties, or what was left of them, that he had gathered the night before while cleaning up. He also rummaged for the camera and turning it on scrolled through an interesting set of pictures of a familiar, pretty blonde in various provocative poses on the bed. He assumed that she had taken them on timer. It was the last one of a naked Katy kissing his sleeping form on the cheek that caught his attention most. His hand rose involuntarily to caress the spot, and a vague recollection of a blonde angel kissing him in thanks in his dreams rose in his mind. 

It was then he began to wonder how much of the dream had been real. However, feeling that his dick was still rock hard, and dry, he doubted any of it had happened, outside of the kiss. Finding the bathroom free of signs of his eruption, he was forced to assume that the events he could recall were not real. It had seemed so real though, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, her breasts against his back. His dick throbbed but he shook his head and tried to repress the dream as the sounds of Hutch grunting invaded his pleasant recollections.

The memory of the dream put a wide smile on his face as he hid the panties in his bag before zipping it up and heading for the door. His grin stretched even wider as he heard the bath filling up behind a closed door. After all he hadn't bothered doing too good of a job making sure the tub was clean after Katy's bath.



Complex Relationship Ch. 01.2



Note: This story will follow several characters for a while but gradually phase out to follow one story from the male's point of view. At first these stories are not going to be filled with sex. This first chapter is more about establishing my main four characters over the course of the same day. Later chapters will get more sexually intensive, with the back-story of the four characters I establish here weaving in there as well. 

Also thanks luvtaread for the editing.

Chapter 1, Part 2: Katy

Katy was not going to deny it she felt scared. As she huddled against Mel for comfort she could see the anger in her lover's green eyes. They had been betrayed by a friend they had tried to help. A woman they thought they knew, that had just left one of the better men Katy had ever met for dead because their kidnappers had told her to. 

Now Katy and her lover Mel were being held ransom. Tomorrow was supposed to be her wedding, but it was not to be. It appeared someone had other ideas and it involved her father's money. It seemed the rich flashy Caribbean cruise ship wedding had been too tempting for some asshole not to kidnap her for ransom. As the sudden storm tossed the boat, the kidnappers began scrambling, and Katy realized they had been caught off guard by it.

As she and Mel were still bound to the boat things looked bleak, especially if the boat ran into serious trouble, as the men did not seem the type to put others first. As these thoughts hit her she began to pray for the first time in recent memory. As she waited for her miracle she looked back on the trip that was meant to be her dream wedding cruise...

It was not exactly a dream vacation for Katy Hemmings. By many accounts one would think that getting married on a Caribbean cruise ship would make for a dream trip. In many ways it was, she just wished she could openly marry the person she wanted and not the stand in she and Mel had invented to please her overbearing father. In order to be free of him they had to appease him so he could make it appear his daughter was perfect, and not in his opinion a freak. 

Katy's dad was very judgmental of homosexuality and had he got wind that Katy's true desires were to pledge her love to her maid-of-honor and not the groom, he would have made it his life's goal to keep the pair separate. Given his vast resources that was entirely possible. 

Not to be denied her soul mate, Mel had devised this plan to free Katy of her dad. As it seemed it mattered little about what happened after she married so long as it was to a respectable suitor. A respectability that depended more of earnings than personality as her dad had made clear by chasing many a man away from his daughter because he did not find them ambitious enough. 

This in part had driven her into Mel's arms as her best friend, being a woman, was never subject to his scrutiny. In fact Mel, who around him used her middle name Erin, was viewed by the man as a positive influence because of her pursuit of excellence. Both women had marveled that the charade had thus far worked, but in part that was because the thought that Katy was in any way a lesbian was so far out of the realm of possibility for the man that it never occurred to him to question that his daughter's best friend was a little too close to Katy.

So, the wedding was to occur to please Mr. Hemmings and once Katy was married he would take little notice in her affairs other than to check in on how she was being treated economically and how he could benefit from his son. This would leave Katy free to have her life with Mel, only putting on a show every so often when her dad came checking. 

However, despite her love for Mel, Katy still had not lost her taste for men sexually. Plus, she was often far too horny for Mel alone to satisfy her. As a result Mel had arranged for Katy to release some of her needs on Ralph, a harmless man she had brought as her own escort for the trip. Mel had brought a date as to not give Mr. Hemmings any reason for suspicion. 

It seemed that Ralph was not so harmless, and after getting Katy very drunk and screwing her in the men's bathroom he had run into Hutch. Not wanting to miss out on the hot women on the island they were docked at, he made a deal with Hutch and his pals they could take her back to their room and have fun, so long as she got back to the penthouses by morning. As a bonus he invited them to the bachelor party that night for their trouble. Ralph then took off to meet Katy's fake fiancé, who was actually named Mel funnily enough, for the trip to the island. 

This was how Katy had fallen into the hands of Hutch and his pals. By that time though, her ability to process her surroundings was very limited and her memory of it all but gone, she remembered bits and pieces of the encounter with Hutch and company

It was therefore surprising to wake up in a strange room in a strange bed wearing clean clothes that were not her's. Upon a quick inspection of herself she determined that she had been cleaned up too, she definitely remembered being cum on several times during the previous night.

She rose and found she had a nasty taste in her mouth, most likely she had been forced to blow at least one of the guys the night before, and that her head was pounding likely because the alcohol and god knows what drugs they had put into her system. It was obvious to her that the men had used both her lower holes well too, judging by the soreness she was feeling from both areas. 

As she got out of the bed she noticed the water, aspirin, and mouthwash on the table next to the bed. She quickly took two aspirin and, after swallowing them with a few sips of the water, grabbed the mouthwash and headed off to the bathroom to use it. When she passed the couch she noticed the strange man on the couch and she realized that this must be the other occupant of the room, the one who occupied the bed she had just got out of. She took a quick glance at him.

She was sure he had not been there the night before or if he had he was a late comer. The one thing she could say about him was that he was big. He barely fit on the couch and although the blanket he used covered his body, she could tell he was tall and from the looks of it somewhat muscular. The one thing he could see was his face, it was handsome in a average Joe kind of way, not the pretty rich boy handsome she had grew up around. The thing she noticed most about the face was that it was a kind face. 

As she took another look at the clothes she had on and realized that this man was the likely the reason she had woken cleaned up, dressed, and snug in a bed. As this fact hit her, her heart melted despite the fact she did not know the man from Adam. The fact was he had made sure she would wake in the best way possible, he had taken pity on her for some reason and she was grateful. 

She hardly thought waking him would be a good idea though and as she went off to the bathroom to use the mouthwash she saw a camera charging on a dresser and an idea hit her. After using the mouthwash she picked the camera up to see if it belonged to the strange man. 

What she found made her feel a bit of pity for her caretaker. The camera was full of pictures of scenery of the various places, but very few people and virtually none of the tall man on the couch. She did find one of the man dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, similar to those she now wore, and standing near some historical building on one of the islands. The photo gave her a better idea of the man's body. It was clear whatever he did, he did not get much sun. Moderately muscled arms and legs told her he did some working out. She also noted that her initial assumption about his weight was correct. He was by no means overweight, but he did carry a bit of flesh on his tall frame. Some of it, she deduced, was muscle. 

When she saw the end of the pictures she noted he still had several shots left and a mischievous grin passed over her face. She fiddled with the camera and was quickly able to find the setting to take pictures at intervals. She set it to take one every ten seconds positioned herself in front of the camera and began playing with herself as she stripped off the clothes he had dressed her in. She began by flashing her tits to the camera, and then she pulled down the shorts to show her pussy. Next she rolled the shirt up over her breasts and spread her legs to show off her body to him. She kicked off the shorts and turned bent over the bed with her toned ass facing the camera, while looking over her shoulder which allowed him a side view of her tits as well. Then she dipped her finger into her pussy and began fingering herself. 

After a few shots of this she had gotten herself hot and positioned her herself with her legs spread wide and removed the shirt. She then poured the remaining water in the bottle over her naked body and began to furiously work her clit and nipples. She even at one point began working the small mouthwash bottle in and out of her pussy. 

Between the way she was working her pussy, the thrill of knowing it was filmed, the risk of the strange man sleeping a few feet away waking, and the danger of the rough boys catching her still here Katy got really worked up real fast and as the camera flashed she began to shudder in the throws of one of the best orgasms she had ever had. When she came down from it she got an idea.

She repositioned the camera to point at the couch and in her naked state bent down to kiss him but before she did she reached down into her still dripping slit and took some of her juice and put it on her lips like a kind of sexual lip gloss. Then she kissed him on the cheek and quickly said her thanks. After she did he shifted position and she could not help notice the large tent in the blanket near his crotch. She was sorely tempted to help him out but figured she had better get out before his asshole of a roommate returned with his friends. 

She dressed and stopped the camera, deleting a few of the less impressive photos before turning it off and placing it in a bag next to the man's bed. It was then that she noticed the name on the tag, Brandon Metcalf. Well at least she knew his name now, only fitting seeing as he had likely seen her naked and the fact she had just filled his camera with highly provocative photos of herself. She decided then that skipping out on him was not quite the right thing to do. Not without saying thank you somehow and telling him her name. 

So she looked around for a pen and some paper and as she did she noted that he had placed her clothes, or what remained of her clothes, in a semi-neat pile on a nearby chair. She ignored that for the time being and focused on the note she wanted to write. After finding the materials and writing a brief note of gratitude. 

Seeing the clothes she got another crazy idea and walked over to the pile found the red lace panties she had been wearing the day before and stuffed them into the used water bottle. She then added a postscript to the letter and wedged the folded letter between the label and the bottle and tossed it in the bag. She then gathered her remaining clothes from the chair and promptly left the room, making a note to seek out her helper in better circumstances. 

Katy then made her way back to the penthouses as they would be expecting her to get ready for the big rehearsal in a few hours and she wanted a chance to get her own clothes back on. Although she had to admit she found the overly large clothes arousing to wear she was not sure why. Maybe it was the masculine smell of them or maybe it was the way it made her feel small, but in a good way. Regardless of her reasons though, she felt it prudent to remove the strange attire in favor of her own clothes, so she stripped out of them and put on a robe and fell into bed for a little more sleep.

A few hours later she woke and got ready for what was to be a long and memorable day. The wedding was the next night and there was still a lot for her to do including the rehearsal that afternoon. She waited for quite a long time before her fiancé stumbled in hung-over to the rehearsal. Clearly they had not recovered from the bachelor party the night before. No one seemed to be bothered by this fact outside of the bride and the maid-of-honor, Mel looked especially livid throughout the process. 

Finally, after what seemed and eternity and several fuck ups by the groom, the rehearsal ended and all present went off to the formal dinner that had been provided by the cruise line. After what turned out to be a surprisingly pleasant dinner the boys headed back to the clubs to party some more and the girls were whisked off to their cabins to get their 'beauty rest'.

In order to abide with tradition the bride and groom were to sleep in separate rooms. To meet this demand Mel was to spend that night in Katy's room. Katy waited anxiously that night for her love to arrive, as the two lovers had other ideas for what would be taking place tonight that did not involve sleep. 

When she finally heard the knock and let Mel in she waited just long enough for Mel to set down her night bag and close the door before pulling her best friend into an impassioned hug. She was soon lifted off the ground to share loving kiss. 

"I love you Katy Hemmings." Mel said, after the kiss broke she set Katy down.

"And I love you Mel Murphy," the blonde replied. As the two separated she added, "You would not believe the day I have had." 

To which her lover said, "You too huh?"



Complex Relationship Ch. 01.3



Note: This story will follow several characters for a while but gradually phase out to follow one story from the male's point of view. At first these stories are not going to be filled with sex. This first chapter is more about establishing my main four characters over the course of the same day. Later chapters will get more sexually intensive, with the back-story of the four characters I establish here weaving in there as well. 

Also thanks luvtaread for the editing.

Chapter 1, Part 3: Mel

Mel was furious and as she felt Katy huddle against her for comfort she did her best to reassure her frightened lover. It was rather ironic, if someone had told her at the beginning of this trip she of all people would have defended a man over a woman in a situation she would have said they were crazy, yet that was the case. 

She was furious at the tall brunette woman she had come to trust as a friend, for helping cast adrift a man she had very begrudgingly come to respect. She usually hated men on principal, but for some reason this one was quite different. Now he had been left knocked out in a small lifeboat as a storm began to hit, by the traitor. Mel looked down and saw Katy praying. She smiled and in trying to think of a way out of this dwelled on just how she had arrived here...

Melissa Murphy, or Mel as she insisted people call her, had had a similar trip to Katy's. This was mostly due to the fact that like her friend she was on this trip to take part in the wedding. The similarities between the two of them stopped there. While Katy had been raised as daddy's little sheltered princess, Mel had received a much more difficult upbringing. Mel's family had been poor and virtually everything she now owned was acquired through her own hard work. 

Mel's difficulties truly started before she was born when her irresponsible father forgot a condom one night and Mel was the result. Since her mother was from a very traditional Irish Catholic family, Mel's parents were forced to keep her and marry. To say her father disliked this mandate was an understatement, he was furious about it and often took it out on Mel's mom, and eventually Mel. She stood the abuse to herself and her mom only long enough to find a way out and to stand up to him.

At the age of thirteen when her peers were looking forward to high school, Mel was finding a way to keep herself and her mom away from her abusive dad. Lucky for her one of her neighbors put her in touch with a local businesswoman looking for reliable part-time help. 

Mel proved much more than reliable help and after showing herself quite capable in the business became a young protégé to the woman. Under the teachings of her new mentor Mel learned the ropes of business that would later become her passion. Best of all, the woman also took Mel and her mother under her protection and helped them get on their feet after leaving her father. 

Mel continued to work under her mentor until she graduated high school and enrolled in Harvard Business School, with a strong recommendation from her mentor, who was an alum. It was at Harvard she met a bubbly little blonde named Katy and despite their very different backgrounds the two became friends after being paired up for a class project. 

However, it was Mel's rescue of her drunk friend from gang rape at a rather rowdy party one night that solidified there friendship. The save had permanently solidified Katy's loyalty to the strong red-head. The friendship grew and as it did, both girls luck with the opposite sex got worse. Mel had little respect for men after what her father had done, and found many of them were too intimated by her ambition. 

Katy had plenty of luck attracting willing partners, but was far too trusting and found her heart broken often and each time she turned to Mel for comfort. Not only that, but her father's high standards made it nearly impossible to find a man he would approve of. Eventually the two grew closer together through their troubles and their friendship turned into love. A love they eventually were able to express physically as well as emotionally. 

Her new love with Katy presented its own issues though, primarily Katy's father. Both women knew there was no way he would let them have their relationship. Lucky for them Mel had setup a business of her own to help support herself and her mom while she went to school. Knowing that many would not accept her as the head of the business she had paid a man to be her front man. 

Using her reputation and the front man she and Katy were able to convince Mr. Hemmings that the Mel Murphy his daughter was marrying was a male Harvard MBA graduate with an already booming small business to HIS credit. So she, Katy, her front man, and her hired date had boarded the cruise that was supposed to be Katy's wedding cruise, which it would be, only Katy was marrying a 5'6" red-head named Melissa.

All had gone according to plan as Mel arranged for her date, Ralph, to meet up with Katy, to give the blonde a bit of hetero release before their day the next evening. She did not see much threat in the man, and part of the reason he had been hired was for this purpose. 

Worst case she figured the man would fuck her and pass out leaving Katy in peace the rest of the night. Unlike Mel, Katy liked to have an occasional fling with a man or two and Mel figured it was best to let her release her heterosexual yearnings tonight before their private time in the suite tomorrow night. So she left her friend to go ashore and see some of the sites. 

Unlike most of the wedding party she was little interested in the beaches and more enthralled with the historic sites on the island. While business was her passion, history was her guilty pleasure. She loved to visit obscure historical sights no matter how trivial. She and her trusty camera went to as many as she could get to. This island turned out to be a virtual smorgasbord of obscure buildings and sights.

As she made her way around the island she noticed that there were a few nuts like her. In particular were a young woman, a man that seemed to be her possessive dad, and a tall young man. Mel observed these three as she moved through the various sights, but it was not until the final building, a magnificent church with rather impressive glass work for a small island, that she had any real interaction with them. 

As she entered the church she reflected on what she had noticed of the three she had been observing. The first was that the girl was very beautiful. She had a flawless and kind face, the highlight of which was her stunning dark blue eyes. Her brown hair reached her shoulder blades and she was simply attired in a tank top and shorts. The tank top was a bit too small in Mel's opinion, but it showed her breasts and stomach well. Her breasts were about a B cup in Mel's estimate, and the stomach was flat. Mel could not be sure but judging from the rest of her body she guessed in was not a toned flat, it was more likely the product of a high metabolism. 

Mel had spent enough time in gyms, working out being a favorite stress relief for her, to identify the ones who worked for their body and those, like this girl, that did not need to. The shorts echoed her suspicions as the ass and long thin legs, while fabulous in there own right, were definitely free of muscle tone. This girl was something else and in overhearing her speak a few times Mel was reminded of a southern beauty contestant. In fact this girl was the definition of a southern beauty- laid back, soft spoken, and moving gracefully with little effort. 

Somewhere along the line she realized that she was not the only one admiring the beauty. She began to realize that the tall young man also had been admiring the southerner from a distance. She could tell he was enthralled with the woman because he had, for the most part, failed to notice that a stunningly beautiful redhead had been following him all day as well. He was interested in the sights alright, judging from the pictures he would take of the buildings and the long looks he took at certain structures, but his gaze never was far from the southern beauty. Mel was not sure whether she found it cute or creepy.

She had also noted the behavior of the old man. His overbearing nature and possessiveness toward his young companion greatly upset Mel. In fact, it looked as if he had been keeping the girl from taking pictures of the sites Mel had seen her admire all day. In her own silent revenge, Mel had helped the girl by using her own camera to capture pictures of the windows and if she could manage it, the girl with them. 

As they entered the church Mel saw why the overbearing man had allowed his companion to travel this far away from the beaches where he could ogle the scantily clad young girls. She was sure he was here to ogle, unlike the quiet tall man, the older man had definitely noticed her presence and been ogling her every choice he got, quite openly.

It seemed the man had business here and when she saw with whom, she immediately sprung into action. She tried to do several things at once and ended up walking right into the side of the back pew. This caused her to topple into the pew and land on the bench very unladylike; on her back with arms and legs sprawled. It also caused the camera bag she had had open and slung over here shoulder to hit the floor and scatter its contents. 

What had caused the sudden reaction was two things. First was that the man was meeting with Katy's brother's friend Dale, and anytime she could avoid contact with those idiots was time well spent in her mind. The other was that the southern girl had taken to the flirtations of Dale's friends and for some reason she sought to distract the tall man before he spotted this. She was still not sure why, but there was something about him that made her almost feel sorry for him in that moment.

Ironically she succeeded in both her goals, or at least it seemed she had, as the men had not noticed her and the young man ahead of her had rushed back to her position to try to help. She was just able to sit up in a better position before he arrived and she quickly refused his offer of help getting up. 

As the expected laughter rang out from the front and her cheeks flushed with anger at the frat boys. In her anger, she made it clear she wanted no help. The man helped her anyway silently gathering her equipment and placing it in the bag as he handed it back he made some comment about the number of memory cards she had in it.

Already having her fill of shallow men she responded with anger. She was pleasantly surprised at his response and realizing her mistake, smiled apologetically. It was then that she saw him get a good look at her, she saw the eyes widen and his attempt at subtlety in checking her out. She thought about chiding him for it, but decided he was harmless and realized that even if he hadn't seen what was going on up front, he probably heard it and now was likely suffering disappointment because the girl he had been admiring all day was now basking in the attention of Dale's asshole friends. 

She did not often feel pity for the opposite sex, but she felt a bit for him now and decided not to add to the bruised ego he had just suffered by barking at him for trying to be nice and one innocent quick glance at a pretty girl. 

Instead she decided to see if her impressions of the man were correct, that he had really come for the history, and not the southern girl. She was encouraged to find that he had been to many of the same spots she had and knew quite a lot about them as well. She had a pleasant time walking and talking with him, both snapping the occasional picture. 

He began to inquire into her schooling and when she told him about the MBA she was surprised to see that that got her another glance and a bit more flirtatious activity from him. This was the last thing she had been expecting, it seemed that learning she was accomplished intellectually increased his desire for her. Usually when she brought up the MBA to men it had the opposite effect.

This reaction put her in a pickle as she had little interest in a traditional relationship with this man and he seemed to now be viewing her that way. She would not mind him as a friend in small doses, but nothing more than that. She tried to think of a way to let him down carefully, a thought that caused her to marvel a bit, as since when did a man's feelings matter to her? 

'When they are intelligent, respectful, and open minded like this one,' she thought to herself. She reached out with her left hand into a stream of light from one of the windows to point out a feature at the front of the church. 

As she did, the need to let him down carefully, faded, as his flirtatious manner stopped abruptly and he began suddenly trying to make his way to the exit of the church. Mel was baffled, why the sudden change? She had reached out to show the window up front; was it Dale and his friends? No, couldn't be they were off to the side she had specifically picked now to mention that spot because they had moved. 

As he left her to exit the church she reran the action in her mind, she raised her left hand and... it hit her seeing the light next to her she looked down, the engagement ring, she had worn it to make sure she was not bothered. It was an old trick she had learned in college. The ring would repel those respectful enough not to hit on an engaged woman, and those that ignored it were definitely not her type anyway, so it worked pretty well. 

Well it had done its work again she cursed herself for being so careless. Right as he had expressed interest what had she done? Accidentally, but seemingly deliberately, flashed her engagement ring. Sending out an unintentional silent 'Sorry buddy taken' and he of course was one of those respectful enough to let it go at that.

She of course was taken and not interested, but both had to do with a pretty blonde named Katy. She ran after him trying to think of a way to make it up to him. She left on the pretext of trying to escape the ruckus that Dale and company were starting to cause up front. She tried to talk to him quickly but he seemed hell bent on leaving and after getting two shots to the ego she really did not blame him. 

It was just then that chance favored her, as low and behold who should step out of the church and lean against the wall near the door, but the pretty brunette. She thought about coaxing the girl to take a picture with her new friend, but thought better of the open set up. They had both bruised his ego enough today. 

Instead she offered to take his picture with his camera in front of the building, he accepted and Mel made sure that the church was not the only thing in the shot he would admire. She made sure that the lovely lady was very visible in the background. Then for fairness she had him take a few of her in front of the church.

As she posed she got another great idea and recruited the idle girl, who she found out later was named Ashley, to take a few pictures of her and her male friend. Ashley agreed and after a few quick pictures the man thanked both women and scurried off as the frat boys began to exit the church.

She cursed their bad timing and let the poor man go. If there had been more time she might have been able to help clear some misconceptions between the two. She had not missed the looks the tall man had gotten from Ashley while Mel had taken his picture. As the boys passed they made a few rude comments about tonight to Ashley. Mel had bent down to fix her camera bag and almost none of them noticed or recognized her. She saw Ashley quietly walk back into the church, and on the pretense of needing more shots inside, Mel followed her in. 

Ashley was immediately and rather forcefully shown out by the old man. Mel quickly took a few additional shots in the church before following them out. She made her way down a safe distance behind and as they approached the boat launch to get back to the ship she was pleased to see that Ashley had stopped in the restrooms while he old man got in line. Following Ashley into the ladies room she waited at the mirror for the brunette.

"He liked you you know." Mel said to Ashley as she walked past. 

"Excuse me?" Ashley stopped and asked a little confused, seemingly not sure Mel was talking to her.

"The tall quiet guy, the one I had you take my picture with, he liked you." Mel said to Ashley repeating her earlier statement. Ashley stepped next to Mel and seemed to ponder this statement for a second.

"Really? I thought he was kind of cute, but why should he notice little ole me?" She said with such an adorable southern twang and perfect pose that Mel looked at her for a beat and felt her panties dampen at the sight. 

'This girl is too good to be true," Mel thought in the next beat said in an incredulous voice, "Ashley, who wouldn't notice you? I know several girls that would literally kill for a body like yours, you want names?" 

For effect she heard several 'me too's' from other women in the bathroom and saw a few nod in response. Then she said, "But that boy was not just admiring a nice body I think he was in love." 

"What makes you say that?"

"For one thing, not to sound vain, but he hardly glanced at me the whole time and I am not exactly an ugly girl over here. No, he was stuck on you."

"Really? Wow, I just thought he really liked history and stuff." Man this girl had self-esteem issues if she could not believe that a man would follow her smoking hot body across an island. No wonder she had fallen for the tricks and flattery of the frat boys. 

"Well he was doing that, believe me he knew his stuff I got to chat with him in that church, but make no mistake up until you met with the frat boys he was stuck on you and even after, when you came out of that church it was you, not me that caused him to stay around a bit." Mel said trying to make a case for the tall man whose name she could not even remember. It was a strange feeling sticking up for a man and Mel was still not sure why she was doing it either.

"Why didn't he try to talk to me then?" Ashley asked breaking Mel out of her thoughts.

"For one he seems the shy type, plus that old man hanging like on you like a vulture gave him no opportunity, and accepting the flattery of a bunch of mindless frat boys will turn a guy like that off in a second. Guys like him unfortunately lose to idiots like those all the time. I got one question though, if you found him cute why didn't you express more interest?"

"Well he was with you."

"Nope, I am not accepting that, try again, if he was with me we would have been chatting the whole way and holding hands and stuff, so what's the real reason?"

"My step-father says women should not approach a..." It was as Mel figured, but it did not stop her from losing it a bit.

"Well he is wrong, this is the 21st century and you're a big girl, if you want something, go and get it. You don't need your daddy's permission."

"He's not my dad, only my step-father."

"All the more reason to ignore him. Speaking of which," Mel reached into her camera bag and handed a bewildered Ashley a memory card. Then she said, "I got a few shots of you near your favorite spots and I even got a few shots with you in them. Take this card to the photo hut in the main concourse and have a set of prints made. Charge it to the Hemmings wedding party and select the ones you want then have the rest of the prints and the card sent to my room they should know where I am the room numbers attached to the account."

"Really? Thanks!" Then after a beat she said, "Wait a minute, Hemmings wedding? I think I will be helping out with the bachelor party for that wedding tonight." 

Mel now had confirmed what Dale had paid the old man for and felt very sorry for the girl as her 'step-father' had just hired her out as a whore/stripper for the rowdy party tonight.




Complex Relationship Ch. 01.3



"Yes, and unfortunately that is my friend Katy's wedding, she is getting married in two days. I'll see what I can do for you Ashley, but it looks bleak for you. All I can say is try to skip, trust me you want no part of that party. Get to my room, penthouse two, if you can, as soon as you can." Ashley nodded and left the bathroom. 

Mel then went to the bathroom before she headed for the launch. She was just able to make the next boat back and tried to place herself as far from the frat pack, Ashley, and the old man as possible. It was then that she noticed that Ralph was hiding among them and she immediately became concerned for Katy.

As the crowd left the ship Mel cornered Ralph and inquired into the location of Katy. His answer was basically that he was not sure, but that he guessed her room. Mel informed him that if she was not there, there would be trouble. Mel hurried up to Katy's room to see if he was lying. 

However, she was sidetracked by Katy's mom who was making last minute arrangements and would not leave Mel alone until she helped. Katy's mom said she had ordered Katy to head to her room for a nap earlier, which eased Mel's anxiety about her missing friend. 

Later in the evening, when Mel was done helping Mrs. Hemmings she headed off to check on Katy. She arrived to find one of Katy's cousins nervously sitting on Katy's bed very much awake and with no idea where Katy was. It appeared in her rush to get things done Mrs. Hemmings had mistaken the cousin for Katy and the cousin had been too scared to correct her or move from the spot. Mel told the cousin to go back to her own room and then left the room in a hurry herself. 

She was seeing red as she made her way through the crowd of men in the club that was hosting the rowdy bachelor party. When she found her target, she yanked him out of his seat by the hair and dragged him from the room before cussing him out and asking, again, what happened to Katy. He had no answer, and Mel with a great number of threats ordered him to find her or else. The man scurried off wracking his alcohol ridden brain. Mel calmed herself while he stumbled away mumbling something about a man named Hitch or something. 

It was then she heard Ashley's name announced and a wave of pity for the girl washed over her. For awhile, Katy was driven from her mind and she thought of a way to help Ashley. A quick glance through the door's windows gave her and idea and she made her way to the staff hallway. 

A short man tried to stop her and she said, "Don't even think about it pee-wee, you try to stop me and your grandchildren will feel the beating I will give you." 

The man backed off and when she got behind the stage a heavyset woman stopped her from retrieving Ashley. Mel took a quick look at her, the woman was a few inches shorter than Mel with short blonde hair that did not even cover her neck. She was also definitely over weight, not grossly so, but quite chubby everywhere, especially in the arms and thighs. Her breasts were around the same size as Mel's maybe larger, but lost a bit of there presence due to the bulging stomach below them. Below that stomach was wide hips and thick thighs. Mel, after appraising her opponent was fairly sure if it got physical she could take the woman, somehow she did not think it would come to that though. 

After arguing or a few minutes Mel said, "Then you get her off that stage." 

"She's a pro she knows what..."

"Trust me she is not a pro she is some poor girl with a greedy step-father who wanted to make a quick buck."

"Listen, I feel for her, but I cannot go against the wishes of the party."

"Then blame me, I am the maid-of-honor in the wedding." Then after a beat Mel said, "Listen if you don't go out there I will." 

The woman grumbled still hesitant and getting desperate, Mel played a hunch and said, "Okay if you get her off that stage I will eat your pussy right here and if you come to penthouse two later, I'll make you feel real good."

"You'd resort to oral sex to get that girl of the stage? What are you some kinda lesbian or something?"

"Does it matter? Will you accept or not?" 

The woman thought and said, "Okay but you have to let me fuck you later, in both holes." 

"Okay, I am usually more a pitcher than a catcher, but what the hell?"

"Do I get a piece of your friend there? Or the bride?"

"Getting greedy aren't we?"

"Hey, I could lose my job for this."

"Well I make no promises, what she does is up to her, and as for Katy she might do it anyway, if she gets back tonight." 

"Fine then," the heavy woman said as she unbuckled her pants, and dropped them and her panties, "get licking Red, the quicker you get me off, the quicker your friend leaves the stage." 

Not believing it took this to help out Ashley, Mel dropped to her knees at climbed between the thick thighs of the stage manager. She could not see much, but as she felt the massively thick bush it was clear this woman did not shave. The smell of the sweaty cunt left no doubt that this woman was very turned on. Between this and their conversation Mel figured it was likely the woman was a lesbian herself.

The one thing Mel had in her favor for this was that it had apparently been a long time since the manager had seen any action. After a short time of applying her considerable pussy eating skills she had the woman shaking from head to toe in a mind blowing orgasm. 

As the manager recovered Mel stood up and ran her index finger though the woman's still spasming pussy, covering it with the manager's cum before she licked her finger seductively. Then, she reached under her own skirt dropped her panties and ran the same finger through her own now wet slit and covered it with her own juices. She then grabbed her panties off the ground with her other hand and walked behind the flustered woman before inserting the cum covered finger in her mouth letting the woman suck her pussy juice off it. She stuffed the panties into the woman's considerable cleavage before fondling the woman's tits and ass. 

"Now," she said very seductively, "you want to get my friend off that stage so you and I can have some real fun?" and kissed her on the cheek. The manager nodded drearily and before she could react Mel slapped her on the ass and said "atta girl, go get her."

The manager pulled on her pants and a few seconds later had worked her magic and Ashley was off the stage a little worse for wear, but considering what things could have been, not too bad. 

"We should go now my dear, to have our fun." Mel said to the still dazed manager. 

"Yes absolutely," the woman said. She did not protest as Mel took her hand and led her off the stage, a bewildered Ashley following a few feet behind the pair. The woman mustered enough authority to order the man in the hall to manage the post for a while, but outside that she was as docile as a lap dog. It was then that Mel knew who would be wearing the strap-on tonight and that Ashley would be in no way part of the equation unless she wanted to be.

When they got back to the room Mel sent the blonde manager into the bedroom and told her to strip and get comfortable. She watched as the woman docilely complied and after she had left the room Mel turned to Ashley. 

"Okay I got to go pay off a promise now and I do not take you for a type who enjoys sex with a girl, even if you are doing the receiving. As much as I want a piece of you, I think it best we leave things as they are. Unless you want to participate?" 

"No while I am grateful for your help and a part of me certainly finds you sexy, I'd much rather have a man in my bed if you get my meaning." Ashley said shaking her head.

"Thought so, no offense taken what so ever. I tend to prefer a woman in my bed, I have met very few like Katy who are willing go both ways." Mel said nodding in understanding.

"Not to pry, but are you and she?" Mel nodded and Ashley asked, "then why..."

"The wedding?" She answered before launching into a quick explanation about her and Katy's situation. 

After the brief conversation about the sadness of the situation in which Ashley showed genuine sympathy, they discussed the whereabouts of Katy and after reassurance from Ashley that Katy would be okay, Mel gave Ashley a room key and bade her good night.

Mel then turned her attention to the guest in the next room. She removed her skirt and blouse she had worn to tour the sights as she walked to the bedroom. She slipped off her shoes in the doorway before striking a sexy pose in just her bra. Seeing the blond laying on the bed naked Mel smiled.

"Now, my chubby little cupcake, where were we?" She asked walking forward as she removed her bra.

Mel strode over to the side of the bed and beckoned the woman over and after an impassioned kiss pushed the woman down flat on the bed, despite the blonde's size she went down easily. Then Mel crawled onto the bed with a leg on either side of her new partner and crawled until her pussy was inches from the woman's face.

"Come on baby," she said coaxing the blonde into action, "you know you want my red hairy bush, it's only fair after all, I buried my face in that flabby crotch of yours." She ordinarily did not insult someone's weight, but doing so seemed to excite her lover so she continued. Mel moaned a bit as she felt the other woman's tongue part her folds. This girl was good, nowhere near as good as her Katy, but she had skills. As she felt the other woman grip her powerful thighs and the tongue found her clit she inhaled sharply.

"My, my we are a greedy cunt eater aren't we? Well you just keep at that you flabby little bitch, it feels sooo good." 

After enjoying that for a bit Mel spun around to face the woman's feet and before she lowered her crotch back down on the woman's face, she looked down at the woman's face slathered in her pussy juice and smiled.

"Enjoying yourself are we?" Mel asked as she gave the woman's sizable tits a squeeze. Her partner nodded and moaned as Mel continued to play with her nipples. 

As Mel lowered her crotch back down she said, "Oh, and in case you had not guessed, Ashley will not be joining us." Then punctuating every word with a tit squeeze she said, "Its. Just. You. And. Me. Baby." On 'Baby' Mel plunged two fingers into the woman's dripping cunt. 

A moan escaped the woman's pussy covered mouth at this and Mel said, "Oh, you liked that didn't you? Well looks like I am going to need another taste of that fine fat cunt of yours, it seems to be leaking." Mel leaned down to form the 69 position, they stayed in this position until each had given the other at least one orgasm. Mel was sure by the end she had had two but was positive she had made her partner have about three. 

"Look at that I made it worse." Mel said as she sat up, "that slit of your is drooling more than ever, but I think I have just the thing for it." The redhead got off the bed and retrieved the large strap-on, walked back to the bed, tossed it on the bed and turned around. 

"Okay you fat little whore," Mel said, "time for your fucking, strap me up." 

Mel was not sure if the woman would assert herself here or not, but her read of the woman had been correct as seconds later she felt the belt holding the fake cock being secured around her waist. 

Mel had the woman then kiss her ass before she had the blonde get on all fours. She shoved the long, fat strap-on home in one quick stroke. Seconds later she had the blonde screaming for more as Mel fucked her hard from behind. A few minutes and an orgasm later Mel pulled out of the stretched pussy. 

Upon hearing the whine said, "Oh no my little chubby bitch, I am not finished with you yet, you said both holes and both holes it will be." 

Mel knew this was not what her partner had meant, but at this point that mattered little. Mel had command and there was no way the blonde was getting it back. 

The other woman had lost her say, her first orgasm had turned her into Mel's lap dog. So, without to much preparation, Mel shoved the strap-on into the woman's fat ass and after a few seconds the screams of pleasure were filling the room once again. To add to the equation Mel began to finger the woman's clit with her left hand and fondle her tits with her right. A few seconds later the over stimulated woman had a massive orgasm and collapsed out of exhaustion. Mel pulled out before she rolled the woman over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. 

"Okay cupcake," the sexy redhead said, "I think that concludes our time. I am going to go take a shower because I have had a hell of a day. If you'd be so kind as to get dressed and clear out as soon as you can move that would be great. I have a very busy day tomorrow as well as a reputation to uphold, but don't say I don't keep my promises." 

She then gave the woman's left nipple a quick tweak and headed to the bathroom. She cleaned herself and the tool she had used, finding the bedroom empty as expected lay down to try to sleep. The good thing about the booty call was it had taken her mind off of Katy for a bit, but now the worry returned and she fell into an uneasy sleep imagining what could now be happening to her lovely little blonde nymph.

The next day flew by pretty quickly in a flurry of wedding related activities. She got up and worked out, on the way there she was relieved to find Katy had made it to her room and looked in good shape. Katy seemed to be sleeping heavily so Mel let her sleep and headed off to the gym. 

When she got there she was pleasantly surprised to see that the tall guy from the island was there as well. He was finishing up his workout, but paused to talk with her for a second. Upon meeting him again she remembered his name was Brandon. The meeting was going well until he picked up his bag and a strange object fell out. It was a red piece of fabric and as she picked it up she recognized it immediately as the red lacy underwear she had bought Katy just before the trip. The ones she knew Katy had been wearing the day before when she had left her lover with her idiot of a date. As he had not noticed them fall out, Brandon kept walking, and the rage Mel felt kept her from telling him he had dropped them. 

Her opinion of the man plummeted in that instant, as this meant he knew Hitch and had somehow ended up with a ripped pair of her love's panties as a trophy of his conquest. She could kill him after she had felt bad for him and even tried to help him score Ashley, well Ashley deserved better if this man was in with the likes of Hitch. Just when she thought her opinion of men could sink no lower.

Still stinging from this she finished her workout and stormed off to the rehearsal. Katy was radiant as usual, but Mel hardly noticed as she waited for her employee and his friends to grace them with their presence. Then when the hung-over assholes stumbled in they began to make such a series of fuck ups that made the process last until dinner when it mercifully wrapped up.

The formal dinner was surprisingly nice and Mel's mood improved with the good food; her mood improved even greater when she remembered the coming private ceremony between Katy and herself. In a few hours she would be wed, if only in their minds, to her true love and nothing could take away from that.

After the boys, as predicted, went off to party. Mel, as arranged, was to go to Katy's room for the night. This was meant to make the sleeping arrangements and wedding preparation the next day easier, but it allowed the boys their party time without remorse.

For Katy and Mel, it meant they had the time and materials to do their own private ceremony. Mel quickly packed her night bag including her pictures from the day before that she and Ashley had had developed. She then hurried over to Katy's room and was nearly tackled when she reached the room.

Katy waited long enough for Mel to close the door before she rushed to her soul mate. Mel dropped her bag and closed her arms around Katy and felt the small arms close around her own back. She then lifted Katy off the ground and they shared a kiss that seemed to go on forever before she set her best friend down.

"I love you Katy Hemmings," She said as Katy's feet touched the floor. 

"And I love you Mel Murphy." Mel was pleased to here in response. As the two separated she added, "You would not believe the day I have had." 

To which her lover said, "You too huh?"

The two then set off comparing stories about the day, trying to see which was worse. Katy's day took the cake by far, as she could not remember most of it and it had ended in her being sore. She did not much want to talk about it and Mel did not blame her so Mel gave a brief summary of her day. 

She told of her time on the island, of which Katy wanted to see pictures. The prints she had had Ashley print, along with the rest she herself had ordered were on the dresser so she tossed them to Katy and continued talking. She talked in detail about the happenings at the church with Dale and his losers and Ashley and her run in with the love sick Brandon. 

"So, was he cute? He sounds adorable." The ever horny Katy broke in obviously curious. 

"I don't know you tell me." Mel said with venom in her voice. "Apparently he was part of the group that raped you last night." 

"What makes you say that hon?" Katy asked a little confused. In answer Mel went to her gym bag and fished the panties out of them and tossed them at her bewildered lover.

"That is how I know, they are the ones you wore yesterday right?" Katy's eyes widened seemingly realizing something.

"Wait you said his name was Brandon, right?"

"Yeah? Why?"

"Big guy, slightly muscular, with a kind face?" Katy asked excited.

"I think so," Mel said confused. "His picture is toward the back of the other set of photos if you must know."

Katy grabbed the last packet of prints and flung it open to reveal a few pictures and after flipping through them she smiled.

"Mel, this is him this is MY Brandon, the one from last night." Katy said, her voice filled with glee. "You got it all wrong Mel, he did not rape me, he helped me. He was the one who bathed me and dressed me in his own clothes and gave me his bed and all the other stuff. He was the one bright spot in an otherwise really bad day."

"How do you know he was not a part of it?"

"Well I think your run in with him proves a lot, but really because while I was smashed I do remember most of the people that helped that Hutch guy and he was not one. I think he was just the roommate who took pity on a pretty girl his roommate and friends had abused. Besides the stiffy he had while sleeping told me he had likely not even jacked off in a few hours."

"And how could you know that?"

"Okay so I couldn't, but even if he did use me in some way I really don't care, he did more than I would have expected of anyone in that situation. I mean he slept on a tiny couch to give me his comfy bed, that has to mean something."

"Katy I cannot believe how lax about this you are! I mean he probably saw you naked for god sake!" Katy giggled and smiled mischievously and Mel asked, "Okay what did you do?"

"Oh, nothing, but let's just say that picture you took of him is not the last on the card when I left. It has a few of a sexy blonde stripping and playing with herself as well now."

"Katy, you little slut, you did not!"

"I did and I do not regret it in the slightest. He was nice to me and I will insist that to my dying day. So I left him with a few pictures, a thank you note, and my panties. Which is how he got them, I gave them to him, he did not take them." Seeing that Mel still disagreed, until Katy added, "You're lucky I stopped there Mel, I damn near sucked him off when I saw the size of the tent in the blankets. Let's just say the myth about big hands and big feet is..."




Complex Relationship Ch. 01.3



"Alright, alright I get it, no need to go into detail Katy, he had a big dick so what?" Katy leveled a stare at her lover.

"For those of us that like guys it is a big deal whether they are packing decent equipment or not."

Just as they went to continue the fight there was a knock at the door. As neither was expecting guests they looked at each other as the knock sounded again and finally Mel got up and crossed to the door. When she looked through the peephole she smiled and opened the door.

"Ashley, what a pleasant surprise, come in please." As the brunette entered the room Mel introduced her to Katy before inquiring as to why she had come. "Not that I am not pleased to see you, but what brings you here tonight?" 

Ashley cleared her throat and seemingly gathered her thoughts before saying, "Well, it started last night when you told me about yours and Katy's dilemma. It made me so sad what your parents are forcing you to do when you two obviously love each other very much." She paused and continued, "And now that I have seen you together I am sure I have a proposition for you that you might be interested in."

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It was a proposition that both Mel and Katy were still suspicious of as they huddled together in captivity a day later. The boat had wrecked and now she and Katy awaited their fates in the morning. The only pleasure they had gotten was that one of the men had died in the crash. 

That and watching as Ashley got her reward for betraying her friends. That night the two remaining men gang raped the tall brunette.

The views of this act on the other two were mixed. While it seemed Katy felt sorry for the girl, Mel did not. A part of Mel knew she should feel bad for the woman, but she just could not manage it, her anger was too strong.

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On the other side of the same island, Brandon awoke on the beach still weak, but able to move. He found himself under a starry sky and it was clear the storm had passed. Still a bit tired and not wanting to explore the strange island in the dark. Brandon gathered some leaves and made a bed of sorts. Not long after lying down on his creation he was fast asleep.