Chapter 15
Jenn turned her face from the shadowy booth where Trey had disappeared and smiled at Chloe. “Sorry. I just… he puts me at ease.”
“I understand completely. There’s no reason to apologize.” Chloe was all warmth and smiles.
Jenn blew out a breath, fanning at her face in an attempt to dry her makeup. “So… how does this go?”
Chloe laughed, and it was a beautiful sound, as if it came from her very toes. “How do these things ever go? Shall we just start with a dance?” She gestured around them at the empty dance floor.
“Might as well,” Jenn said, smiling. She reached out with both hands. It took them both a few moments, as two femme-presenting parties, to decide whose hands would do what, but they eventually figured it out, Chloe taking a man’s position to lead Jenn around the dance floor. Chloe held Jenn close, close enough that their bodies could do much of the communicating about where they were headed next. After several seconds of waltzing around the floor in silence, the small, thin sound of a waltz playing over cell phone speakers reached them from the dinner booth. They both turned to smile at the dark corner.
“What would we do without our partners?” Chloe asked quietly.
“I honestly have no idea,” Jenn whispered back.
Chloe turned to face her and gently leaned her face in, not quite going all the way in to kiss her. Jenn hesitated only a moment, then leaned in as well, her lips sliding softly against Chloe’s. It started out as a very light, curious kiss, both of them testing the openness and willingness of the other. After another moment or two, they stopped turning on the floor, and Chloe dropped both hands to Jenn’s waist.
Jenn wrapped her hands slowly around Chloe’s shoulders, leaning deeper into the kiss. They separated briefly, and Chloe opened her eyes to smile at Jenn. “Is this okay?”
Jenn didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled Chloe back into her, kissing her heavier, harder.
Chloe’s body responded in kind, her hands sliding gently and caressingly up the bare skin of Jenn’s back with just her fingernails, causing Jenn to shiver and pull away slightly.
Jenn smiled, her lips nearly touching Chloe’s. “I’m ticklish,” she whispered.
“Good to know,” Chloe whispered back, pressing her hands into the flesh at Jenn’s sides and pulling her more tightly to her.
They resumed their kissing, exploring more of the other’s tongue and mouth with each passing moment. Finally, Chloe pulled away, dropping her face to kiss the skin of Jenn’s throat beneath her ear. Jenn closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath, arching her neck to expose more of it for Chloe to explore. Chloe followed her unspoken cue, leaving a trail of light, feathery kisses down her throat and onto her shoulder. Chloe brought a hand up from beneath Jenn’s arm and lightly brushed the shoulder where she’d just kissed it.
Jenn shivered. Her shoulders had always been something of a hot button for her. She had no idea how Chloe knew that.
“How did you know?” she whispered breathily as Chloe continued to stroke both shoulders now, gentle fingers brushing lightly over the smooth, creamy skin.
“You have a very observant lover,” Chloe whispered, and glanced over at the corner.
Jenn followed her look, searching through the darkness for Trey.
“I do,” she whispered back, then turned to press her mouth against Chloe’s ear, nibbling gently at her ear lobe, one hand running up into Chloe’s hair, to grip the back of her head.
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Trey watched in equal parts fascination and arousal as the two women grew increasingly agitated and passionate on the dance floor. He’d seen Jenn in a lot of situations over their years together. But this one? This one was new.
He watched in breathless silence as Chloe reached up and unlatched the halter of Jenn’s dress with one hand. When she lowered the front, allowing Jenn’s breasts to spill out into the light from the chandelier, he had to stifle the groan that coincided with the growing tightness in his pants: tonight wasn’t about him. He was an observer only; there by invitation only. His role was silence.
He watched Chloe fill one of her hands with one of Jenn’s large breasts and lightly heft it, as if enjoying its weight. She said something, and Jenn laughed. Trey couldn’t help the smile that lit up his face. He loved to see her this way: carefree, relaxed, happy. Chloe traced a finger around the outline of one breast, and Trey caught himself mirroring the action in space, unable to keep from imagining himself in Chloe’s position, enjoying Jenn to the absolute fullest.
“You’re doing really well,” Desire commented from across the table.
Trey glanced over, surprised and a little embarrassed to have Desire’s attention on him. “What?”
“I said, you’re doing really well. My first time, I was a mess.”
“Do you…” Trey hesitated, unsure whether what he was about to say would be offensive or not. “Do you do this a lot?”
Desire smiled and nodded. “She’s got a big heart, my girl. She was raised in a super conservative family. Super conservative family. Her coming out was… It wasn’t great.” They turned to look back at the couple on the dance floor. “She spent a lot of years in therapy, and now, she reaches out to women who are just figuring out they’re bi, to help them make sense of it and make their first time…” They trailed off.
“Amazing?” Trey nodded, gesturing wordlessly at the two women, now gasping together beneath the chandelier.
“Exactly.” The pride in Desire’s voice was obvious.
Trey nodded. “I get that. Where would we be without the women we love?”
Desire chuckled. “I’d drink to that.”
The two of them lapsed into silence again, attention drawn to what was happening on the floor.
Jenn pushed her dress down over her hips, falling slowly past her thighs and gradually down to the floor. There had been no lines beneath her dress; she wore no panties. She stood, wearing only her jewelry, a single glove, and her heels.
Across from him, Desire whistled low. “She’s a beautiful woman, Trey. You’re fortunate.”
“She is, at that,” he whispered, taking all of her in with his eyes as Chloe caressed her gently. Jenn stood, inexplicably holding her breasts between her curled arms, despite the fact that they’d been out for quite some time. She glanced at the table, said something. Chloe turned Jenn’s head back to face her with a finger, said something equally quiet in response, and reached behind her to undo the zipper at her own neck.
Chloe turned so that Jenn could finish drawing down the zipper. When the back was loose, Chloe pushed out of the long, sheer sleeves, taking her arms out of the dress and pushing it down around her waist. She wore a black lace bra that, as her dress fell the rest of the way to the floor, matched her panties. Without a moment’s hesitation, Chloe reached up and undid the clasp at the front of the bra, shrugging it off and dropping it on the floor.
Her breasts were full, not quite as large as Jenn’s, but they hung quite well together, Trey thought. He startled at the rustle across the table and glanced at Desire, suddenly nervous.
“Relax,” Desire smiled. “If she didn’t want you here, she’d have said something.”
Trey turned his full attention, and that of his rapidly-filling cock, back to the dance floor.
Both women had stepped out of the puddles of their dresses, and now clung to each other, their mouths firmly connected. Trey watched the light play across their naked bodies, shadows created wherever their hands pressed into each other, their quiet moans and gasps flitting across the silence of the lounge to reach him. He adjusted on the bench, trying and failing to create more room in his pants.
At the squeak of his pants on the leather seat, Chloe and Jenn’s kiss broke off, and their faces turned toward him.
Damn it!
He debated whether to call out an apology when Chloe whispered something to Jenn, who turned to face her, smiling, then nodded, and they both began walking toward the table.
It was like something straight out of his dreams. Chloe led Jenn by the hand, the two of them gliding across the floor in their high heels, setting off a cascade of wiggles and bounces across both their bodies that sent Trey’s stomach into his mouth, breathless worship on his lips.
Desire whispered the only word that seemed to capture both their thoughts. “Damn!”
Both women walking toward the table smiled, the expressions only enhancing their already superb and varied physical features.
“We decided we don’t want spectators tonight,” Chloe said quietly.
Disappointment sent his stomach dropping back into his belly, but Trey smiled outwardly and made to stand. “Sounds good,” he lied, trying to make it sound sincere.
Jenn put a hand on his chest, keeping him from standing, then tugged off her one remaining glove. “We only want participants.”
It took a moment for Trey to process what she’d said. When he did, his eyes flew wide. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”
“Not quite,” Chloe said, holding her hand out for Trey to take. She glanced at Desire. “Give us a few minutes, then join us?”
Desire smiled, then reached up and untied their bow tie. “You got it.”
Chloe had Trey stay sitting, then guided Jenn to the table. She patted the surface in front of Trey. “Up you get.”
Jenn sat on the table, bracing slightly at its cool surface against her bare buttocks.
Chloe turned her so that she was facing Trey, then she placed one leg on either side of Trey’s head, Jenn’s heels resting on the back of the bench behind him.
Trey couldn’t help but glance down at Jenn’s pussy, then up at her, naked, nervous, and leaning back on her hands.
Chloe patted Trey’s leg. “Your dinner, Sir.”
Trey smiled and undid the knot of his bow tie. “I don’t think I’m quite dressed for dinner.”
“Just don’t let it cool,” Chloe said quietly.
“No, ma’am,” Trey whispered. He undid his top button, then leaned forward and slowly buried his face between Jenn’s thighs.
Jenn leaned back, letting her face point up to the ceiling, and moaned deep in her chest as Trey’s tongue went to work.
After hearing her ditch her heels, Trey looked up to see that Chloe had climbed up on the table, one leg on either side of Jenn. She squatted down atop Jenn then dropped to her knees, hovering above Jenn’s abdomen. If he looked up, Trey was staring right at her ass, which he still wasn’t sure how he felt about, so he closed his eyes, focusing on what he was doing with his mouth.
“Stay with me, Jenn,” he heard Chloe say. “We’re not done with you yet.” He heard Jenn giggle and opened his eyes to peek at what was happening ahead of him.
Jenn was laying back, dropping all the way down to the table. Trey heard her give a sharp inhaling hiss as her back connected with it. As soon as she was flat, Chloe dropped to all fours, leaning down to kiss Jenn again. This meant that her ass was spread directly in line with Trey’s vision, barely a foot above him. He reached a hand up to touch her before pulling back, feeling suddenly very hesitant about the arrangement.
A strong hand closed around his wrist and drew his hand back up to rest lightly on Chloe’s ass. Trey turned, lifting his face from Jenn, to lock eyes with Desire, whose shirt and jacket were undone, displaying a tattooed, muscular chest and abs with just the hint of breasts disappearing beneath their shirt.
“If you’re going to do something, do it right,” they said, taking Trey’s hand and tracing it down the curve of Chloe’s soft, round buttock.
Despite himself, the front of Trey’s pants bulged with a fresh surge of want. He blew out through his mouth, and he noticed Jenn wiggle her pelvis in response.
“I’m— this isn’t really about me,” he whispered.
“And it isn’t,” Desire replied. “But you’ve been invited in. That means you get to have wants, too.” Saying so, Desire leaned in and kissed Chloe’s hip, directly on the bulge above where her hip met her back. Chloe broke off from her kissing Jenn to look back at the two of them, and she smiled, then shook her ass seductively.
Looking up at Jenn and Chloe, Trey glanced down to make eye contact with Jenn. She pressed her thighs together and reached down with one hand to grip the back of Trey’s head, tangling her fingers in his hair.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
Trey said nothing, simply going back to work with his mouth.
After that, he limited himself to only the occasional glance upward to distract him from his all-consuming task of consuming Jenn. Every occasional glance was memorable.
The first time, Chloe and Jenn were still making out passionately, both of their hands grasping nipples, bellies, and backs, whatever they could reach, while Desire knelt on one knee to the side of Chloe, one hand on their partner’s lower back, the other making small circles around her clit, their tongue rimming Chloe’s asshole.
The next, Chloe had rotated her position and was kneeling over Jenn’s face, thrusting lightly as she kissed Desire, who cradled one of Jenn’s large tits in their hand.
All the while, Trey gave his all to focusing on Jenn beneath his tongue, not easy, given the noises that were coming above him, the sights that met his eyes any time he dared to look up, and the increasing aching discomfort that was his entire groin area from a raging hard, ignored erection. The fact that leaking precum had wet through the front of his underwear only added to the discomfort, creating stickiness, wet, and additional friction.
Despite all that, Trey knew Jenn well enough to know that she was getting close. He could feel the tension in her thighs, hear the hitches in her breath as she focused on the rising pressure that could potentially build into an orgasm. Trey recommitted, ignoring the fatigue in his tongue, a completely new sensation that was not altogether pleasant.
One of Jenn’s hands reached out, after having been so busy elsewhere for what felt like so long and latched onto the back of Trey’s head as Jenn gasped. Both her legs, up and down their length, tensed and flexed as Jenn gasped several more times in rapid succession. Trey kept licking.
When Jenn moaned loudly, Trey kept licking. When her thighs, legs, and belly started spasming, Trey kept licking. Only when the spasms had subsided, her breath had deepened, and the hand on the back of his head moved to push him away gently, did Trey stop licking.
There was whispering ahead of him, and Trey sat up, wiping his moustache and beard with his hand.
“How was that?” he heard Chloe ask from where she now lay on the table beside Jenn, head propped up on one hand, while Desire absently drew circles around and slipped a single fingertip in and out between Chloe’s wet vulva.
Jenn had to take several deep, shuddering breaths before she answered, one arm thrown over her eyes, a smile on her face. She lifted the arm to peek down at Trey, who winked at her.
“Good,” she managed, before chuckling breathlessly. “Fun. Holy shit!” She swallowed, still breathing heavily. “It was so much! Just… so much going on! Ah!” She laughed again, retreating visually once more into her elbow.
Desire, standing bare-chested on the floor beside Chloe, nuzzled into their partner’s neck, and Chloe moaned and sighed, smiling.
Trey wrapped his hands lightly around Jenn’s ass on the table in front of him and planted several soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. She glanced out from under her elbow, a crooked smile on her face.
“What do you want?” Chloe asked quietly. “Again? Enough? To watch?” Desire wrapped their arm around Chloe’s belly at the last suggestion, and Chloe planted a light kiss on their cheek.
“Mmm!” Jenn sighed. “That’s a decision I hate making!”
Chloe laughed. “I get it. Take your time.” She closed her eyes and leaned into the quiet kisses that Desire had been trailing down the length of her body, starting from her neck. They’d reached the back of her knees at this point.
Trey noticed all of this while his eyes never left Jenn. He sat there, his erection physicallypainful at this point, but silent. Tonight was about Jenn.
Finally, Jenn sat up, propping herself up on her elbows again. She dropped her ankles from the back of the bench onto Trey’s back, pulling him down into her. He let her, laying his head on the lowest part of her belly, the thin line of hair disappearing into her pussy tickling his cheek. Jenn tousled his hair slowly, and he closed his eyes, kissing her thigh once more and unable to keep from imagining himself taking her in a thousand different ways, a thousand different positions.
“Are you busy tomorrow?” he heard Jenn ask, a smile in her voice.
Trey heard a kiss break off, then Chloe said, “We can be very busy tomorrow.”
“It’s a date,” Jenn said. She relaxed her legs, and Trey pulled back just in time to see Jenn reach out, pull Chloe to her, and plant another deep, hungry kiss on her mouth.
The bulge in Trey’s pants gave one last little heave and gave up, easing his discomfort slightly.
Trey pulled the door to the Moonlight Lounge closed, the latch locking behind them with an audible click, silencing the groans and noises coming from Desire and Chloe, back at it on the dinner booth table.
Jenn didn’t say anything as she adjusted her dress and gave her gloves one more tug, stopping in front of the elevator doors.
Trey pushed the call button and watched Jenn out of the corner of his eye, waiting for her to speak first.
They waited in silence for a few moments, then Jenn said quietly, “Well, that was unexpected!”
Trey smiled as the elevator dinged. “So, you were definitely surprised… what did you think?”
Jenn entered the elevator and stared absently at the doors as they closed, one gloved hand brushing lightly at her lips. Finally, she said, “do I taste like that?”
Trey laughed. “Like what? I, uh… didn’t taste Chloe.”
Jenn’s eyes narrowed as she thought. “Slightly like tomatoes?” She asked, an awkward smile on her lips now.
Trey laughed. “Yes. I’ve always thought you tasted a bit like tomatoes.”
“Huh. Good thing you like tomatoes,” Jenn said seriously.
“And you?” Trey asked. “Do you like tomatoes?”
Jenn paused again as the elevators stopped and several passengers got on. “You know, tomatoes are growing on me. I think I could learn to really like tomatoes.”
Trey smiled as the other passengers all stared up at the deck indicator light, completely unaware of what was being discussed behind them.
“You seemed to really enjoy your tomatoes,” Jenn said with a smile, leaning into the game they found themselves playing.
“Oh, I always enjoy your tomatoes,” Trey said, taking the game a step further. One man glanced back at them quizzically.
“Yeah, the tomatoes I had were pretty good, too,” Jenn said seriously. “But, you know, I really felt like there was something missing that would have rounded out the flavor a little bit.”
“Oh?” Trey pressed, genuinely unsure where this was headed. “What’s that?”
“Some meat.”
Trey sucked both lips to keep from smiling too large and giving away the game. “Oh, yeah?” he asked.
“Yeah! I really enjoyed the tomatoes, but I just kept finding myself wanting some meat to round the whole thing out. Some ground beef.”
Trey had to look at the floor.
“Or some rump roast,” Jenn continued.
Trey had to plug his nose and cover his mouth to keep from laughing.
“God, I would have killed for some sausage!” With that, Jenn reached out with her gloved hand and clasped Trey’s penis through his pants. Trey snorted. Several passengers turned to look back at them now, some smiling slightly, others frowning.
“Well, then, next time, let’s get you some sausage with your tomatoes,” Trey said.
Jenn stared up at the deck indicator, her face miraculously deadpan. “Oh, hell no. I need some sausage tonight. Right now, in fact.” She reached out and pressed the button for Deck 12. There were a few chuckles as passengers in the know realized there were no restaurants on Deck 12.
When the elevator dinged on their floor, Jenn pulled Trey by the hand out the doors offering a polite but firm, “Excuse me.”
As the elevator doors began to close behind them, Jenn turned to the crowd inside and put her hand on Trey’s crotch. “It's dick. Sausage is code for dick!”
Several passengers whooped and cheered, one woman said, “Oh, for God’s sake,” and several men cleared their throats noisily.
Trey grabbed Jenn by the waist, crushed her to him, and kissed her on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back.
Trey pulled back, looking into Jenn’s face. “Are you sure you want sausage tonight?”
Jenn stared up into his eyes, her pupils unusually wide. “Trey, I’m done talking in code. I've wanted your dick since we set foot on this boat. It’s literally the reason I came.” She released her grip on his neck, then turned and began dragging him by the hand down the hall. “It’s high time I got what I came for!”