0 comments/ 145755 views/ 109 favorites One Little White Lie By: Cat5 “Is anyone sitting here?” a soft, but very pleasant female voice asked. I swiveled in my stool, as I responded, “No, the seat is yours if you want it.” My first thought was, “The kids will be basketball players for sure.” Why was that my initial thought when I met this female for the first time? Well part of the reason had to be physical—she was at least six feet tall, and was wearing a modest halter-top that showed a very flat stomach working up her slim figure to very nice breasts. She had soft brown hair and brown eyes that stared at me. Her voice obviously had triggered some sexual signal within me that also contributed to the thought. Finally, I was sitting at a bar with ten bar stools that overlooked the ocean, and I was the only customer—nine empty chairs beckoned her and she chose to sit next to me! I stood up quickly to pull her stool away from the bar so she could sit, and the last element of the thought came into play—I was looking down at her since I am six feet five inches tall. I thought, “Children? The sun must be getting to you. Sexual etiquette insists you at least find out the female’s first name before you start making little kids with her.” She saw I was flustered and quickly said, “I’m sorry if I startled you. My name is Jennie McQuiston and I drove eight hours today to get to Key West. I just arrived two hours ago and this is my first attempt to explore the city. I was hoping you could give me some tips on what to see.” I recovered and said, “I will be glad to tell you all the good places to go on this two-mile by four-mile island, but first I insist that your first drink in Paradise is a gift. What can I get you?” She gave me a nervous grin and replied, “Your Corona and slice of lime looks great. I think that would be nice.” I waved at the bartender who had watched the exchange. I pointed at my beer and signaled for another. This was an island where time was not relevant—the bartender might be over immediately, but if the waves looked interesting, it might take longer; that there were no other customers in sight had nothing to do with his urge to serve. The waves were obviously boring today since he came over and presented Jennie with her Corona and lime. As she drank from the bottle I looked at her more closely. She really was very pretty—not classically beautiful, but a wholesome, fresh scrubbed kind of pretty with a light Mediterranean complexion that would turn into a beautiful tan. Her bare shoulders were broad and square with no hint of a slouch that sometimes infects females who try to hide their height. And, of course, those exceptional breasts didn’t hurt her looks either. I let her finish the first swallow and said, “My name is Rick Harris and I better confess to you right away that I am flying under false colors. I am not a local, and I have only been here four days. But before you get too disappointed, I have spent twenty hours a day exploring this town and by now you might consider me a semi-local—at least where bars and restaurants are concerned. “The first thing you have to realize is that Key West is really a goofy little town—the locals, who are called ‘Conchs’ refer to it as their island. For example, the work uniform here means you have to wear clothes, but even that rule is ignored during the last weekend in October, which they call Fantasy Fest. Half of the Key West population has bikes instead of cars and they consider it wimpy to have lights on the bikes at night. Another danger is the little signs—there is ‘men only,’ ‘women only,’ and ‘clothing optional.’ I missed the ‘men only, clothing optional’ signs yesterday and went into a courtyard bar for a beer and faced nine naked men! I think the ninth was disappointed when I made a tactical retreat.” Jennie was giggling now and asked, “And if the sign only says ‘clothing optional’ that means”…she blushed as she realized what it meant. She waited a second and then asked, “Now that you gave me your warnings I have my first question. If you were taking a couple to dinner tonight and they were paying for it and they liked good food, where would you go?” I answered, “It depends Jennie. If they were from the Midwest like Chicago, then to take them to a meat place would be foolish, because Chicago has the greatest beef places in the world. So it should be a fish restaurant. But if they came from Florida or the southeast, a beef place might be great. There are two very nice beef restaurants and two very nice fish restaurants. All four of them are relatively expensive, but much less than a New York restaurant. So that’s a long way of saying you have to tell me more?” Jennie answered, “They are from southern Georgia; I know they like beef, and it should be a quiet place where you can talk.” I said, “Then the answer is easy. Richard’s is a very small restaurant with just eight outside tables on their patio; they only serve meat that they fly in from Chicago. The locals I talked to say it is by far the best for food and atmosphere.” Jennie nodded and changed subjects as she asked, “Tell me about yourself Rick…why did you come to Key West?” She stared at me as if each word I uttered was fascinating to her. Her serious brown eyes were focused on mine; I felt like a teenager. I replied, “I went to an engineering college in the Midwest—you earn a Master’s degree in five years. It was called the three-two program which meant that all the undergraduate courses were taken in three years, and then you started the graduate courses. At the end of the fourth year I received my undergraduate degree and one year later I received my graduate degree. My emphasis was on desalinization and distillation of seawater into fresh water. It is a specialty area that I always liked and it is in high demand. Thank God I didn’t become an aeronautical engineer—there are thousands looking for a job now. Anyway, I was offered a job before I graduated and I start in Tampa next month. My new company gave me a thousand dollar signing bonus; my college gave me a ten thousand dollar student loan that I have to pay back; and at least five banks gave me a free credit card, which I have yet to use. “This is my one fling before I start my career. Five of us guys came down in two cars and rented a large, beat up suite in a bed and breakfast place. There are two beds; two pull out couches and the floor. The owners of the two cars that drove down got the beds. We drew cards for the rest—I got the lumpy couch! So I’m living on the cheap for another week.” I paused and then said, “Jennie, that’s the short and dull version of my life. I think it’s your turn.” She smiled and responded, “I graduated from Florida State a year ago and went to work as a Human Resources administrative assistant for a large company in Orlando. I thought it would be the perfect job for me—I could help the employees with their career path and help the company find and promote the right people at the right time. “I was naïve. At my company there is open warfare between the employees and management. I never knew it could be so vicious. The employees want to take every sick day in the world and then use phony doctors to get them more paid days off. Management never wants to give raises and always cut corners with labor law. If an employee works ten hours in one day, they deserve overtime for two hours. My company makes them take comp time, which is wrong. They take a foreman who gets overtime and promote him to supervisor doing the same thing, and then don’t pay him overtime. The law says it isn’t the job title; it’s what you do. If the government ever audits my company, they will nail us. “Anyway, I’m looking for another job. I had two weeks vacation coming and decided to take one of them in Key West to just relax. My girlfriend was coming with me, but her little boy got sick and she backed out; so I came by myself.” Jennie paused and shyly asked, “Do you have a girlfriend Rick?” I blushed a little and then admitted, “My ex girlfriend is probably with my ex best friend trying to decided what day they are going to get married. I should have seen it coming months ago, but I guess I was brain dead on how she really felt about me.” Jennie touched my arm and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be pry. It’s just that…well I wanted to know whether… “Oh shit! Rick, I have a problem and I need help. I’m a little desperate. I told one little old white lie, and now that lie has mushroomed into a major embarrassment for me. “I’m not saying this right. Will you take me to dinner tonight? “Shit. That’s not right either…I feel like an idiot!” “Jennie,” I said. “You are in Key West, which is Paradise. Nothing can be that bad. Why don’t you take your time and tell me how I can help.” Jennie sighed and looked at the bar as she said, “My big sister in college was a girl named Lisa. She was wonderful to me. I was always a little shy and didn’t date much and she was the opposite—a date every night. She teased every boy in town. Many times she forced her current boyfriend to find a date for me so we could double date. “Lisa is very outgoing; she is almost an exhibitionist, and never found a party she didn’t like. She always tried to include me. Finally she found the right man and married him a year ago. It was the perfect fit; he is quiet and confident which offsets Lisa’s wildness. They really love each other, and like a fairy tale, he is fairly wealthy and works in the family business—they own six auto dealerships in the Southeast. “Since I have been working, she calls me every month or so to see how I am doing—she is still looking after me. A month or so ago I got embarrassed when she asked how I was doing in the man department; so I told one little old white lie. I made up a boyfriend on the spur of the moment. She called again last week and I implied the boyfriend was still with me and we were doing fine.” I was puzzled and asked, “I still don’t see your problem Jennie. What am I missing?” Jennie’s face had a look of anguish on it as she replied; “Last week I told Lisa I was going to Key West with my boyfriend. I stupidly told her we were staying at a bed and breakfast place called ‘The Little Gecko.’ When I checked in today I changed my room to a cheaper one since my girlfriend didn’t come. “As soon as I started unpacking the phone rang; I thought it was the front desk on the room change. It was Lisa. She and Jim have a forty-two foot yacht and they were going to take it to the Bahamas for three weeks. The weather forecast was so bad that they had to delay their crossing; instead they decided to surprise me by coming here for a day—they dock in one hour! “What am I going to do? “No, don’t say anything Rick. I’m not that dumb—I really sat next to you to pick you up. If you were nice, I was going to ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend tonight?” Jennie looked at me. She was embarrassed, but there was also a look of pride on her face—she was asking me, but she wasn’t going to beg me. She waited for me to say something. The answer was easy since I was beginning to like this girl. I said, “Well Jennie, maybe you better tell me what Lisa knows and doesn’t know about me, so we can pull this off.” Jennie grinned in relief. Her hands found my shoulders and she leaned over and kissed my on the cheek as she said, “I can’t thank you enough; I was so desperate.” Jennie continued, “Well one good thing is that I always kept everything vague about you. I told Lisa I wanted to make sure about you and when I was, I would tell her everything. I know I never said your name and always changed the subject when Lisa pressed me. So almost anything we make up should be OK.” Jennie blushed and then stammered, “Oops, I did say something to her; I knew it was a mistake at the time, but after my first little lie, this one didn’t seem so bad.” I looked at her and remained silent. She was visibly uncomfortable now and said, “It won’t matter because we are only going to dinner with them. They leave in the morning. “Oh shit…how did I get myself into this. I told Lisa that we were living together.” Without thinking I said, “Well Jennie, you better tell me now before we get caught.” She replied, “Tell you what?” I teased, “Do we sleep naked, and which side of the bed is mine?” Jennie turned beet red and then giggled and punched my arm. She said, “I deserve that for my white lies; now promise to quit teasing and let’s get our story straight. I told Lisa we would meet them at the main marina and they are only forty-five minutes away.” So we huddled for the next thirty minutes trying to figure out a common story. I suggested we keep most of my life as it was—that I received my master’s degree and would be moving to Tampa and that since Jennie hated her job, she would be following me as soon as she quit her company. We decided that we thought we loved each other, but it was too soon to make the big decision, so we were just going to continue to live together and see if our love was the real thing. Time ran out and we headed for the marina. I stopped at a phone booth and made dinner reservations at Richard’s for seven o’clock. We stood on the dock waiting for Lisa and Jim to arrive. The yacht was called ‘My Lisa’ and the marina master said the boat had called in and was only minutes away. Finally a large white boat turned into the basin and Jennie yelled excitedly, “There she is; that’s Lisa.” Jennie waved and Lisa waved back, but then turned serious. Docking a boat this big was not for amateurs and not for the careless. The boat slowed and then did a sharp turn as it reached its berth; the starboard engine raced to stop the turn and then both engines engaged in reverse and slowly backed the boat into the berth. Lisa threw a line to one of the marina’s employees and they proceeded to tie up the boat with fore and aft and middle stringer lines—one does not get careless with a $800,000 yacht. Finally, the work was done and Lisa stepped to the dock and hugged Jennie. As they were talking I looked behind them and a good looking guy about five feet ten inches tall came forward and said to me, “My name is Jim and that little chatty-kathy is my wife Lisa. Her motor mouth will run down shortly and we will do the introductions again.” Jim was grinning when he said it, and grinned when he shook my hand. My first impression was that he was solid as a rock in these situations. I liked him and thought he was probably twenty-five or so. Finally Lisa turned and said to Jennie, “Well aren’t you going to introduce me to your secret boyfriend here who I know nothing about…God, your kids are going to be basketball players for sure!” Jennie blushed and said, “Lisa, we aren’t even married yet, so behave. This is Rick and he is the first boyfriend in a while that I have to look up to.” Lisa, who was about five feet three inches tall looked up and asked with a grin, “How’s the air up there?” Jim said, “Lisa, I have to go to the marina office to take care of the berth and the hookups. I’ll check the weather and then after we hook up the electricity and water we can have happy hour on board. While I’m doing that, why don’t you give them the tour and get the liquor locker open.” Lisa led the way and the tour began. ‘My Lisa’ was a twin diesel sportfisher yacht, which meant that there was room in the cockpit of the boat for fishing, but the enclosed main cabin was big enough for a semi-large galley and chairs and couches with a satellite TV entertainment center on one wall. There was a wet bar and wine rack. The master cabin had a queen-size bed with closet and small private bathroom. The second cabin was very small and had a full-size bed and that was about it. The shared bathroom for the boat was off the main passageway across from the second cabin. It was a snug arrangement, but the teak wood and brass fixtures were really classy. I was overwhelmed by it all. Lisa never stopped talking. She loved the boat; Jim and she took off on it whenever they had the chance. Jim was always under a lot of pressure with the company because he constantly had to prove that he was management because of his ability, and not because he was family. Lisa just hated it when people thought Jim got a free ride. Lisa must have hugged Jennie ten times during the boat tour—a free spirit who lived in her emotions, but I could tell by her comments about Jim that she loved him passionately. By the time Jim came back, Lisa had served me a beer and had opened a cold bottle of white wine for Jennie and herself. Jim came on board and mixed himself a scotch and soda and turned on the Weather Channel on the satellite television. He looked at Lisa and said, “The weather is a little iffy, but it looks as if we can head for the Bahamas tomorrow. I will check in later tonight and see if the weather forecast is holding up.” Jennie and I were sitting on the couch together. I felt her leg touching my leg, and then she took my hand and put it on her thigh with her hand covering mine. Her skin was cool to the touch and felt great as I lightly squeezed her thigh. Jennie said, “Rick made reservations at a very nice restaurant. It is about a fifteen minute walk from here, so we have to leave in about forty-five minutes.” The next forty-five minutes were nice. Lisa kept the conversation going and spent most of her time talking to Jennie. Jim found out about my new job and was actually curious about the increasing potential of changing seawater into fresh water. The forty-five minutes passed quickly and Jim finally said, “Hey guys, number one I am starving and number two, the reservation is for fifteen minutes from now, so we better head out. But before we go, I want no fights at the restaurant. Lisa and I are treating tonight; when you visit us, it will be your turn.” We walked to the restaurant. Jennie and I walked hand-in-hand. It was obvious to me that Jennie was very happy and relieved. She and Lisa had never stopped talking on the boat, and every time I remembered that this was an act, Jennie touched me or held my hand and made it seem as if it were real. The meal wasn’t good; it was fantastic! The stuffed veal chop was the house specialty and Jim and I both chose it. The filet mignon was direct from Chicago and it was the girls’ choice. Two bottles of red wine completed the dinner. The conversation was lively. I asked Jim a million questions about the boat, and Lisa and Jennie talked non-stop. I had been in social situations where five minutes felt like two hours. This dinner was the opposite; we looked up and we were the only ones left in the restaurant—three hours had passed in what seemed like five minutes. We walked back to the marina—Lisa and Jim were ahead of us and we followed holding hands. As we got to the marina office, Jim said to wait a minute so that he could check the weather. Minutes later he came out and looked at Lisa and said, “The weather projections were wrong. It would be too dangerous to try to cross tomorrow, so we are here for another day. “Some years ago my dad took me to a Key that is about two hours from here. The beach was isolated, but fantastic—most of the beaches in the Florida Keys are just muck, but this one for some reason was real sand. If you two are up for it, we will take off in the morning and have day of swimming and whatever and come back after dinner, but before it gets dark.” Before Jennie could say a word, Lisa squealed in delight. She said, “Fantastic, Lisa and I are still not caught up with each other, and a relaxing day on the beach anywhere is fine with me. You two will go with us, won’t you?” Jennie quickly looked at me with a little worry on her face, but the answer was obvious as I said, “We would love to go with you. Your boat is fantastic and it is either that or make a pub-crawl on Duval Street, and we can do that anytime. What time do you want us at the boat?” One Little White Lie It was decided that we would meet at ten o’clock. Lisa would go to the store early and stock up on provisions so that they had plenty not only for tomorrow, but also for their eventual crossing to the Bahamas. We got to their boat and Lisa said to me, “I didn’t talk to you much, but you are great for Jennie. She is my best friend and she deserves you” She hugged me good night. We walked from the marina when Jim and Lisa boarded their boat. As we reached the street, Jennie took my hand and squeezed it. She said, “You were wonderful tonight. I had a fantastic time and you just fit in as if it were the real thing. I like Jim and Lisa a lot and I would have been really embarrassed to get caught in a lie. But now I got you in another mess—they weren’t supposed to stay over another day…” I interrupted, “Jennie, today was a dream day for me. The boat was fantastic and your friends are wonderful. Tomorrow is not a favor; it is something that I would pay to have happen—friends on an expensive boat going to a deserted island. What a dream! I’m glad I was the one you decided to pick up. I should be thanking you.” We finally arrived at ‘The Little Gecko’ and stood outside the front door. We stopped talking and it was obvious what was next. Jennie stepped into my arms and we kissed. Her lips felt wonderful and her breasts pushed into my chest. My erection was automatic. We broke the kiss and she smiled at me. She stood on her toes and kissed me again and was gone. The next morning I saw Jennie on the front porch of her motel. She was sitting on a rocking chair watching me approach. Lisa had said not to worry about clothes—just wear a swimming suit and a cover since we would be back before dark. Lisa said they had plenty of sunscreen because the Bahamas demanded sun protection. Jennie wore a modest bikini with a white see through cover. I had a T-shirt and a tight swimming suit. We both wore sandals. We walked to the boat. Jennie again apologized for putting me through this. I answered her by grabbing her hand and turning her to me as I said, “You are right. You do owe me and I will accept a kiss as payment. The payment was made and she stopped talking, but never let go of my hand. We arrived at the boat and Lisa greeted us. In contrast to Jennie’s modest two-piece, Lisa was wearing a tiny bikini that hid very little. Her cute, small body, more naked than clothed, was a sensual sight. Moments later we cast off. Lisa and Jennie sat in the cockpit talking. I sat next to Jim at the helm as he maneuvered this huge, expensive boat through turns that left us only a few feet from disaster. Jim was calm and talked to me explaining what he was doing. His calmness was impressive and my impression of him, already good, went up several notches. We picked up speed through the Key West harbor. Four large cruise boats were in today and the Coast Guard vessels were watching everybody for any problems. Jim explained that all the rules had changed about how close you could get to a cruise vessel. He said, “You pass that limit and you can be assured that half the Coast Guard of the United States will be stopping you. Two hours later we slowly entered a small inlet. Jim was watching the water color and the depth finder and finally at about eight feet, he let the anchor go. Once satisfied that we had hooked up correctly he shut off the diesel engines. It was a deserted island; there was not a boat or person in sight. Lisa said to me, “I have the towels and sun screen. You and Jennie swim to shore and Jim and I will bring the cooler and everything else on our little float. Jennie and I slipped into the water and made our way to shore; Jim and Lisa followed. We left everything as it was and the four of us walked the beach. It was a Robinson and Crusoe thing—we were at the end of the world and no one was here. As it got hotter we decided to go back to where all the stuff was. Lisa gave out the towels. She yelled, “Suntan time.” Lisa turned to Jennie and said, “Remember all the times we went to the roof of the sorority house to get our tan? The fraternity next to us had a roof that was twenty feet below our level, so we could see them and they couldn’t see us. Every now and then the pledges forgot that—we were voyeurs! We were topless, but no one could see us. “I don’t think I ever told you how Jim and I met. It was two summers ago and I was on the beach and saw Jim lying on his stomach; he really had a cute butt and his back was getting red. So I went up to him and told him that sunburn city was next for him unless I operated with an immediate sunscreen massage. He agreed and I spent the next twenty minutes with gook on my hands touching every part of him that his swimsuit didn’t cover; and I cheated a few inches where it did cover. “When I was done he complimented me on how great a suntan massage I had given him, and said he was probably the only one in the world who could do one better. Well those were fighting words, so I took off my top and said go at it. By the time he was done with me, I knew he was the one. The rest is history. “So now, any time we hit a beach like this it is deja vu all over again.” Lisa turned and Jim lay on his stomach as Lisa rubbed copious amounts of sun screen over his back and legs. She looked up at us and said, “Well Jennie, what are you waiting for?” I lay on my stomach and Jennie started to rub sunscreen on my backs and legs. Her hands felt wonderful as she rubbed the lotion into my skin. As she got close to my ass, I had an erection, but no one could see it. Jim rolled over and so did I. The sunscreen rubdown continued. I don’t know about Jim and Lisa, but when Jennie touched my breasts and then went lower to my stomach, my erection pressed even harder against my suit. Jennie switched around and now her hands attacked my legs. As she continued up my thighs her fingers briefly went under my suit. I peeked at Jennie who gave me an impish grin; she pretended that she couldn’t see my painful erection. Lisa yelled, “Our time now Jennie. Men, man your sunscreen stations.” She reached behind her back and off came the top of her suit. She had perky little breasts; her areolas surrounded tiny nipples, which were already hard. Jennie hesitated and then blushed. Lisa said, “Jennie we did this forever on the roof and now we have our very best friends doing it for us…off with the top.” Jennie was trapped. I could almost see her brain searching for an out—there was none. She reached behind her and undid her top. It dropped in front of her and for the first time I saw her breasts. They were beautiful. Her nipples, not yet hard, were larger than I expected and the mounds of her breasts were jutting out without sag. I lusted to touch them. Lisa lay on her stomach and Jim started to massage her with suntan lotion. Jennie did the same. It was wonderful. From her neck down her back to her hips and lower I applied the sun tan lotion. As I massaged that part of her ass that was not covered by her suit, I felt her tremble. The backs of her thighs were equally sensual; my hands softly stroked the inside of her thighs for a few seconds. She gasped and stopped breathing for those seconds as I teased her. Finally I completed her back. Lisa commanded, “Everybody over.” Jennie hesitated and then capitulated to the inevitable. She rolled over and let me apply suntan lotion to her face, neck, and chest and then onto her wonderful breasts. I loaded my hands with lotion and covered her breasts with my hands and then moved them slowly in a small circle. My thumbs rubbed her nipples until they were hard and extended. By the time my hands had completed the breast area, Jennie’s breath had become rapid and at one point I heard a quiet moan. As I caressed her stomach with suntan lotion, she unconsciously spread her legs open a little. I switched positions and attacked her legs from her ankles to the beginning of her bikini bottom. My desire to play the boyfriend gave way to lust—her skin felt so smooth and sensual and my desire so strong that I teased her body every way I could without ripping her bikini bottom off. I paid special attention to her inner thighs, as her legs had remained slightly spread. She squirmed and moaned quietly. At one point her hips pushed into my hands as if to get relief. Finally, I had no excuse to continue this sexual torture and the four of us lay quietly for an hour—turning when the heat became too strong. Finally, we had an early lunch of sandwiches and then went swimming. We played in the water for a while. We spotted Jim lifting Lisa so she could put her legs around his waist. He first kissed her perky little breasts and then her open mouth. Watching a beautiful, little, almost naked woman kiss the man she loved, it was almost expected that Jennie and I should do the same. I grabbed her hands and pulled her to me and, as her breasts pushed into my chest, we kissed. I knew Jennie could feel another erection, but she made no attempt back away. After the water games, we went exploring again—Captain Kid’s treasure is safe for another year. The heat finally got to us and we swam back to the boat. We each had a quick fresh water shower rinse in the cockpit of the boat to get rid of the sand and saltwater accumulation on our bodies. Of course Lisa had to put the hose down the front of her bikini bottom in front of us to hose her pussy. We finally went into the air-conditioned main cabin. It was just in time. We were on the brink of dehydration. We relaxed. Lisa, Jennie and I drank. Jim was on the wagon since he had to get us safely back to Key West before dusk. Lisa served us lobster potato salad, garlic bread, and beef Wellington for dinner. It was an absolutely fantastic meal. Jim stood up and said, “We have to get going in the next thirty minutes or so if we want to make Key West in he daylight. We don’t want to go into that harbor in the dark.” He left for the helm. Twenty minutes later he called for Lisa. Ten minutes later he came back to the main cabin with Lisa. He said, “I’m really embarrassed, but we have a problem. The diesels won’t turn over. At first I thought it was a battery problem, but I checked and we have full battery power, thank God. It has to be an ignition switch gone bad. I can’t fix it. I have already called Sea Tow. Their answer is by the time they got out here, we would be going into the Key West Harbor in the dark. For a boat under tow, that is not smart. So I arranged for a tow tomorrow morning. We are stuck here for the night. This isn’t a big deal. With the diesel generator we have air conditioning, cold and hot water, TV and whatever else we need; we just don’t have engines. “Lisa, a scotch for me; this boat isn’t moving tonight.” Whether it was the sun, the food, or the liquor, it didn’t hit me at first. I looked at Jennie and her face was ashen. Then I understood her look of despair; we would be sharing a bed tonight. The bed we shared many times according to the little lie Jennie had told; the bed we had never shared if the truth were told. We talked and drank for another hour, but the day finally got to all of us. Lisa stood, stretched, and said, “I’m history guys; the wimp in the crowd.” She looked at Jennie and said, “If you’re not used to this, a word to the wise—don’t wear your swimming suit to bed. The salt and sand embedded in your suit will rub you raw before morning and you will be walking around Key West like a cowboy for a week. “Good night all.” Jim stood and headed for their cabin as he said, “I’m beat too. The lights that are on should stay on, so when you are ready to call it a night, just go to bed.” As Jim disappeared Jennie looked at me in anguish and said, “How could one simple little white lie turn into such a fiasco?” I replied, “Did you like the dinner last night? She answered, “It was great.” I asked, “Your body seemed to enjoy the massage on the beach. Did you?” She answered, “Well I was embarrassed at first, but your hands rubbing my body with the suntan lotion did make me feel wonderful as I knew you could tell.” I continued, “Then where is a fiasco?” Jennie blushed and didn’t answer. I said, “Jennie, I’m not going to rape you. We will go to bed and get as comfortable as we can and that will be it. We really don’t have a choice. Lisa didn’t even offer you some clothes since she knew we were sleeping together. Let’s just make do.” Jennie nodded and got up and walked to our cabin. When I arrived, Jennie was already in the tiny bed facing outward. Lisa was right; my swimming suit was already chaffing my balls. I slid my suit off me and slipped into bed spooning Jennie’s body. It was an impossible situation. I had seen Jennie half naked all day and now I was touching her body and we were both naked. My erection was pushing into her ass and I had to put my hands somewhere. I said, “Jennie, I am putting my hands on your breasts. I won’t do anything else. We just have to get comfortable or we’ll never get to sleep.” I took her silence as a yes. We lay there for a while with my hands just resting on Jennie’s breasts. She didn’t move, but I knew she was awake. My erection was painful as it pushed into her. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I got up from the bed and went to the main cabin bathroom. I came back much calmer. I slipped into bed and resumed my spoon position with Jennie’s body. My hands again covered her breasts—for lack of any other comfortable position. Jennie said quietly, “You aren’t hard any more?” I whispered, “I told you I wouldn’t rape you Jennie. Just go to sleep.” She whispered, “You made yourself come in the bathroom…didn’t you?” I repeated, “I told you I wouldn’t do anything to you Jennie. Just try to sleep.” Jennie answered, “With all my lies, I don’t deserve someone as nice as you. Good night Rick.” And she was asleep. We tossed and turned all night. The air conditioning in the room that was comfortable at first became a little too cold during the night as we both tried to cover ourselves with the one sheet. Eventually, we slept. I woke up first. We were facing each other with my leg between her legs almost touching her pubic hairs. Her head was pulled into my chest for warmth and my hands circled her back. As soon as I realized our position, I was hard. Jennie woke up ten minutes later and came to the same conclusion. We separated by mutual agreement. We put on our swimming suits and walked into the main cabin. Lisa was there already making coffee and English muffins. She was wearing a long loose T-shirt and maybe that was it. She grinned and said, “Good morning sleepyheads. I hope you slept well?” We both nodded yes. Lisa continued, “Part of the fun of cruising is that the plan never lasts longer than the first day. We can’t be on a schedule. Jim says that schedules kill you; if the weather is good, you go; if not, you make a new plan. So yesterday was part of our schedule; we did the best thing of all our alternatives. Jim and I have been to the Bahamas five times in the last two years. Yesterday was better than any day we had in the Bahamas—it was wonderful to be with you guys! “There is a saying among cruisers that there are people who have run aground and those that are going to run aground. Well, there are boats that have broken down and those that are going to break down. We broke down—no big deal. The towboat will be here by ten o’clock.” The towboat was on time—it took four hours to get us back into our berth in Key West. Jim suggested that we go to the air-conditioned marina restaurant and have a soda or something while he waited for the mechanic to show up. An hour later the verdict was in. Jim said, “The ignition switches got corroded and that led to another mess—the end result is that they are flying in the parts tomorrow. So you turkeys are stuck with us another day. The good news is that I called ‘The Little Gecko’ and Lisa and are in room number eight—right next to you two!” Jennie looked at me. It was written all over her face; she told one white lie and the consequences were never ending. As Lisa and Jim were working out the new logistics, Jennie came over to me and asked, “What do I do now. They are right next to me; they will know you aren’t there.” I answered, “Do you want me to be there?” She looked at me with those serious brown eyes and then nodded, “Yes.” I said, “Give me the key to the room and tell Lisa I’m running some errands. By the time you get to the room, I will be there with my stuff. I need about thirty minutes so stall a little bit if they want to check-in right away. OK?” Jennie answered, “This is really nice of you. I hope nothing else goes wrong.” She looked at me a second and then kissed me. I raced to the place where I was staying and quickly grabbed my things and left a note for the guys that I would be gone a day or two and then headed for The Little Gecko. I went up the stairs and found room seven and let myself in. It was a fairly small but clean room. Jennie’s small suitcase was on the floor open and I put mine next to hers. It then dawned on me—only one bed; it was better than the night before, but just barely. It was only a queen-size bed. Five minutes later Jennie knocked on the door. When I opened it the three of them were standing in the hall. Lisa checked our room out with the comment that the room wasn’t that much bigger than the cabin on the boat, but on the other hand, it just made it that much more cozy. We decided that we would eat casual and then explore part of Duval Street’s action. I suggested an Irish pub called Finnerty’s, which wasn’t too far from our place. We met an hour later and walked to the restaurant. It was crowded, but not completely packed. This was more of a local’s place, and the conversations were loud and happy as friends met each other. In one corner of the bar there was a circle of laughing people. As some of the people moved Lisa said, “I can’t believe it. Look at that.” She was pointing at a person sitting on one of the bar stools. The unusual thing was that this person’s ears had fur on them—it was a dog. A local hearing Lisa grinned and said, “This is Key West. Most of the local bars and pubs let dogs in. On their birthday they are allowed to sit at the bar. That’s his birthday party you are seeing.” Laughing at this goofy town we sat down at an empty table and reached for the menus; half of the menu had Irish dishes, and the rest were American. The food and Irish beer went down easy. Two hours later we left the restaurant to explore Duval Street…we gave up after checking out the first ten places—six of them had bands playing; the silly, little town was jumping! Lisa and Jim said good night as they unlocked their door. Jennie and I walked into her room and closed the door. She looked at me a little nervously and then grinned as she said, “How can one little old fib cause so many things to happen?” I looked at her and asked, “Do you regret it?” She blushed and softly said, “No. You have been wonderful.” She came to me and we kissed. My tongue touched her lips and after a pause, she opened her mouth as our tongues met. Finally the kiss ended and Jennie stepped back from me. She said, “Same rules as last night?” I nodded yes. Moments later she slipped naked under the sheet. I joined her and my hands went immediately to those wonderful breasts that I had been watching, touching and rubbing for the last two days. Of course, I had an immediate erection. Jennie obviously could feel it, but pretended it wasn’t there. After a few minutes I could no longer pretend. I slipped out of bed and took a step to our bathroom. Jenny said, “No. Not like last night. It isn’t fair that you get all aroused because of things that I did, and then do it to yourself. I’m not very good and have only done it a few times so don’t get mad, but let me help you.” One Little White Lie I answered, “Jennie you don’t have to…” Jennie interrupted, “Rick, come back to bed.” I lay down on the bed and Jennie pulled me over to the center and spread my legs so she could kneel between them. Her hands cupped my balls and softly caressed them. Her hands were gentle and her teasing made my erection even bigger if that were possible. I looked at this beautiful woman kneeling over me; her breasts were illuminated from the moonlight coming through our window and I could see that her nipples were very hard. Her finger touched the top of my penis and smeared the pre-cum in a little circle and then she bent over and licked the top dry of my moisture. She looked at me as if seeking encouragement. I nodded my approval. Her tongue then teased me as she licked the length of my penis six or seven times each time ending with her mouth around my tip. Finally, she took me entirely in her mouth inch by inch as she tried to accommodate my size. A few moments later I groaned with pleasure and whispered a frantic warning, “Jennie, I’m going to come.” I tried to pull out, but she stopped me with her hands and then looked at me. The semen shot into her mouth; the first spurt caught her a little by surprise, but she swallowed quickly and tried to keep up with my frantic spasms of lust into her mouth. Some cum escaped and rolled down her chin. Finally, I pulled her arms and she lay on top of me. I gently rubbed the cum from her chin and kissed her. Her eyes had closed, but now they opened and she stared at me as I rubbed her naked back and clutched her to my chest. The kiss ended and I said, “Thank you Jennie. That was wonderful…you are wonderful.” Her face was solemn as she heard those words and then a small smile of happiness appeared on her face. I felt her pubic hairs on my thigh as she lay on top of me and then I felt her moisture. Her successful attempt to release me had aroused her. I said, “Now will you let my tongue have its turn?” I rolled her over on her back and spread her legs. Her hands grabbed my shoulders and stopped me as she said, “I’m not a virgin, but no one has ever done this to me before. I don’t know what to do.” I smiled at her and said nothing. I leaned over and licked her breasts and then her hard nipples. I sucked each one until I heard a moan and then her hips moved up trying to touch me. My hands stroked her flat stomach down to her hips and then I spread her legs wider so that my tongue could assault her soft inner thighs. Apparently Jennie was sensitive there as her moans became increasingly louder; she pleaded with me to help her find release as her hands spasmodically gripped my shoulders. Finally my fingers spread her labia and my tongue explored—flat tongue from below her vagina up her wet sides to almost her clitoris. She was becoming more and more aroused as her hips pressed into me to increase the pressure of my tongue. My tongue went to her clitoris and seconds later she called my name as she lost control of her body to her lust. Her hips violently thrust up as she gripped my shoulders harder and her orgasm began. When she finally subsided, I could feel the sweat on her skin. She pulled me up so that we could face each other and gently kissed me. She whispered, “That was unbelievable that you could make my body do that. I have never had that happen to me before. I loved it!” We kissed and touched a few more times, but her eyes started to close and she slept, and then, so did I. The sunlight coming through the window woke me. Jennie was still asleep facing away from me so I was able to slip out bed. I put on some shorts and quietly left the room searching for the complementary orange juice and coffee downstairs. When I returned with two coffees and two orange juices, Jennie was awake and sitting up in bed with the pillows pushed behind her. The sheet was in her lap so her naked breasts were visible. She smiled and said, “Good morning. I slept great; I wonder why? I grinned back and said, “It must be the salt in the air down here.” Jennie giggled as she said, “I don’t think so.” We sat and quietly talked for an hour. I can’t remember what we said and it didn’t matter. I just enjoyed being with this female who was starting to get to me. Our talk was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. I opened it and Lisa stood in the doorway fully dressed. She walked in and said to Jennie, who by now had the sheet up to her neck, “Put some clothes on. My exalted husband and lover has graciously given me two hours to go shopping and I don’t want to waste a minute of those two hours.” Lisa left and said she would meet Jennie downstairs. Jennie jumped out of bed and then realized she was completely naked, not just her top. There was the slightest of pauses and then, decision made, she walked up to me, put her arms around my neck and said, “Good morning again.” She kissed me and went into the bathroom with her clothes. In minutes she was gone with Lisa. I walked down to the small pool in the back of the hotel and ten minutes later Jim joined me. We talked boats and things for the next two hours until the missing shoppers finally appeared laughing and giggling like teenagers. Lisa announced, “It’s going to be real hot today, so we bought appropriate clothing for this temperature. We’ll be right back and then we have to continue exploring Duval Street.” Jim said to Lisa, “The parts arrived and the mechanic thinks we will be ready to leave at about four o’clock unless he runs into trouble.” Lisa nodded and the two of them disappeared upstairs. Minutes later they came down. Lisa was wearing a halter-top and shorts. Jennie was wearing the top of a very risqué bikini. The white triangle shaped cloth barely covered her breasts and was held up by a string tied in a bow in back. Her white shorts were the shortest I have seen on a female—any less and she would be illegal. Her long flat stomach was extremely sensual and her bare legs were perfectly shaped. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. I said, “I give your outfit a ten. What do you think Jim?” Jim laughed, “Definitely a ten.” We headed to Duval Street to continue our pub-crawl from the previous night. It was hot so there were frequent watering hole stops, and despite two hours of shopping earlier, the women kept going into every store that was at least moderately interesting. We were having fun and I noticed as Jim and I trailed behind the two women, that they were getting more than their fair share of looks—they were two sensual females enjoying themselves in a silly little town. We stopped at another pub that was actually a three-story building. The bottom floor was a bar with a singer already going at it. He was singing a Jimmy Buffett song—a local hero in Key West where many ideas for his songs had originated. Unfortunately, this singer was not the real one. The women took off for the bathroom and were gone for some time. They finally came back laughing hysterically. They started to tell us something, and then the laughing started again—tears were coming down their cheeks. Finally, Jennie gasped, “We went up to the second floor where we thought the bathrooms were. That floor has another bar and it has three pool tables and a shuffle board. Obviously, it is the game floor. But then I spotted one of those little signs on the stairs going up to the roof floor. Lisa dared me and I dared Lisa. Well we started up…” “What little sign?” asked a confused Jim. Lisa started laughing again and finally stammered, “The one that says ‘clothing optional.’” Jennie continued, “So we went up the stairs and there was a roof top bar and a bunch of lounge chairs. The waitress was topless; everybody else was naked! So we walked around the floor once and it was a riot. We heard German, French, and we think Russian—no one was speaking English, and they were all fat. We started giggling and after a couple of dirty looks, we ran.” Jim said, “I think Rick and I should check this out. Maybe the clothing optional part is honest, but could there be a bunch of beautiful naked women up there and you two are telling us a little white lie?” Lisa started laughing again and said, “Believe me. That’s one place you don’t want to check out.” Jim looked at his watch and said, “I have to call the mechanic to see how the repairs are going so we can make plans.” Lisa and Jim went off to the phone leaving Jennie and me at the table. She said, “What a fantastic time we have had with those two. They are really special.” We talked about our adventures until Jim and Lisa returned. Jim said, “The repairs are done and if we get going, we can make it close to Miami before dark and hook up. Then tomorrow Lisa and I can make the crossing to the Bahamas. We better go back and get our stuff that we left in your room when we checked out and head for the marina.” We walked back to the hotel. Jennie grabbed my hand and squeezed it. She put it around her waist so that now I felt her naked stomach. She looked up at me and grinned. Jim and Lisa picked up their stuff and we all walked to the marina. Jim went into the office to settle the bill and Jennie ran off to buy a silly T-shirt that she saw in a shop. Lisa and I walked out to the end of the dock. There was a bench there for people to relax and watch the yachts come in. We talked for a few minutes and then I said, “Lisa, I don’t know how I can thank Jim and you for what you did. It was fantastic; Jennie and I will always owe you.” Lisa grinned and said, “Here’s the bill. I’m going to stand on that bench so I can reach you and you are going to give me one, but only one, really intense good-bye kiss.” She did and I did. We walked back to the boat where Jim and Jennie waited for us. Lisa said, “I just road tested your boyfriend for kissing ability. I only had one kiss, but I definitely give this kisser my seal of approval. You are lucky. If I didn’t have Jim, I would be green with envy.” Jennie beamed with pleasure at her friend’s words. Shortly afterward they cast off their lines and ‘My Lisa’ slowly pivoted to leave the marina. Lisa waved repeatedly from the cockpit and Jennie kept waving back. The boat made the turn and it was gone from sight. Jennie and I walked from the marina. She took my hand and then stopped walking. She looked at me with those serious brown eyes and then came into my arms saying, “I want the same kiss you gave Lisa.” We were walking again and I said, “Where should we go for dinner tonight?” Jennie was quiet for at least ten seconds and then answered, “I think we should have a late dinner tonight. If we ate at the regular time I wouldn’t enjoy it, thinking about later. I think we should do later first…like right now.” Back in our room I said, “Your outfit drove me crazy today—you had me almost in a permanent hard condition looking at you.” Jennie giggled and replied, “Lisa picked it out—she said almost the same thing about what it would do to you. I pulled the string on her top and the knot untied and she was topless. She grinned at me as I finally figured out how to get her out of those shorts that were almost illegal, and then it was just a little thong panty and Jennie was naked. She returned the favor and I joined her naked. I led her to the bed. She looked at me as I started to tease her body. Many minutes later she was begging for release as my tongue touched everywhere but where she wanted it most. I knew I could only keep this up for so long before I would lose it myself, so finally I lifted her hips and put a pillow under them so that her vagina was fully exposed to me and ready for my penetration. I slipped into her wet vagina and was quickly entirely in her. She gasped with pleasure and then her body motion started. Our bodies moved in a gentle rhythm until our lust took over and then it was violent motion and desperate attempts to satisfy the cravings that two young, sex starved lovers needed so badly. I held out as long as I could and, as she starting screaming with pleasure, I released and felt my semen explode into her body. It was a perfect first time for us. We lay on our sides facing each other. I touched her and kissed her often. Between kisses and touches we talked. Jennie asked, “Can I be bossy for a moment?” I nodded yes. She said, “After the week is over I think I should drive you to Tampa so we can look for our apartment. Once we find it we can drive to my place and stay there until I quit my company, and then we can move my stuff to Tampa. “I think I fell in love with you in four days. We should give it a try…I will do anything for you, and when and if you fall in love with me, we can start our basketball team.” Her intense brown eyes searched me for an answer. I pulled her to me and said, “I already love you.” She rolled over with her back to me so my hands could once again caress those breasts that seemed to be my focus since I met this woman who I knew would be my wife. I played with her nipples waiting for my lust to build up so that we could make love again. Her hands were on mine promoting this body teasing. I felt the early stirrings of arousal and thought back to my talk with Lisa on the dock earlier that afternoon. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o …Lisa said, “You two are perfect for each other. I know Jennie loves you completely, and after you get to know her, I’m sure you will love her even more.” I was confused and said, “After I get to know her?” Lisa had a small smile on her face and answered, “Rick, I am her best friend. I know her better than she knows herself. That’s why I am so confident that you are made for each other. “For a while your story held together, but then it dawned on me that it is hard to live with your girlfriend if you are in school in the Midwest and she is in Orlando. After a while I just had the feeling you barely knew each other. “I decided it was my job to help my little sister know you better.” Lisa grinned and stopped talking. I stammered, “The bad weather that forced you to stay over…” Lisa laughed, “Weather is whatever you want it to be.” I continued, “But the ignition problem with the boat…” Lisa now had a huge grin on her face and said, “If you don’t turn the key, the ignition switch doesn’t work very well, now does it?” My brain went to fast forward as I realized what Lisa was saying…she had set up Jennie and me. The weather, the boat breakdown, and the hotel room were Lisa’s way for Jennie and me to know each other in every way possible. This was one sexy and devious woman who had done a wonderful thing for Jennie and me. Lisa continued, “I wouldn’t tell her for a while, but it’s your choice. Maybe a good time would be when you start your basketball team.” I said, “Lisa, I don’t know how I can thank you for what you did. It was fantastic; Jennie and I will always owe you.” Lisa grinned and said, “Here’s the bill. I’m going to stand on that bench so I can reach you and you are going to give me one, but only one, really intense good-bye kiss...” o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Jennie brought me back to the present as she took my hand from her breast and brought it down to her wet pubic hair as she said, “Enough rest for you; I think you should make me a woman for the second time today.” And after dinner there was a third and fourth time with this female who I knew would be with me for the rest of my life.