In the next stateroom is a family consisting of a mum, dad, a boy in his late teens and a girl of about 15 or so. The boy has realised the two girls in the next stateroom are lesbians, mainly because Em and I have put on deliberate shows for him when he has been spying on us…or I have masturbated for him.
The privacy between promenade decks consists of a large sheet of painted steel, but it doesn’t extend from the stateroom to the rail. There’s about a 14 inch gap either end, and about the same under it. Plenty of room to see round it if you position yourself just so.
So…as I said, I’ve given the boy enough wank-bank imagery to keep him going for at least a year or so, but in the last two days, it hasn’t been him peeking round the panel, it’s been his sister. Em noticed it before I did which is unusual. My ‘sexual radar’ is normally way more astute than hers. Still…any port in a storm eh?
It seems (to my disappointment) that she enjoys watching Emily gently rub herself off on the promenade deck. On one occasion, Em deliberately left her used undies near the gap under the steel panel, and it was definitely the girl whose hand reached under to grab them.
Oh, how that sent me back to my developing sexuality! All those hours in the locker room….those tentative experiments, first with simply holding another girl’s used panties and then progressing to inhaling her and finally tasting the sweet nectar from between her, indeed their, legs. All to bring me to the conclusion that yes, I am bi-sexual. This girl undoubtedly is experimenting with the same feelings.
And last night, 2:00 in the morning, Emily and I making love on the sun lounger. I hadn’t even given next door a passing thought, but Emily clearly had because she moved the lounger to where, if anyone looked, we could be clearly seen. Our noise level can be excessive, so we were keeping it down, even so, it was far from silent. A thin wrist with an intricate gold bracelet appeared on the ship’s rail, followed by an elbow, followed by her sweet, innocent face staring intently out at the finger of moonlight on the water before casting glances in our direction. We both realised she wasn’t interested in the moon and so we gave her a show. We left the more excessive things we like alone, and simply made love as both Em and I did (albeit with other people) when we were around that age. In short, we gave the girl an instructional demonstration of what Em later labelled “Stage 1 lesbianism”. or “Clits and tits”.
There was a reward for our efforts. As she watched us, her body, which we couldn’t see, was clearly moving. We knew this from the way her shoulders and head moved. The a small pair of red panties dropped to her ankles which we could see under the partition. Better yet, she flicked them under the partition toward us. They almost went under the rail and into the ocean, but Em peeled herself off the lounger and grabbed them before the breeze claimed them. Red panties, heavily stained in the crotch and very, very wet.
We made sure she saw us both inhale her and them taste her before Em, who really does read the room so well, pushed the crotch of the girl’s undies inside me before walking over to the partition and dropping them where she could get them back. A hand snaked under and suddenly, they were gone.
I lay awake for most of the night thinking about my now demolished school, and how many girls made their journey from child to adolescent there, and, despite the vindictive nuns and the Catholic Church in general, realised that sex, from masturbation onwards isn’t sinful, but a source of immense joy. So many girls, so many wet panties, so much sexual frustration.
And so much experimentation too. Whether it was nothing more than a furtive spin the bottle at a sleepover with minor little dares like “Flash your boobs”, or “Kiss the girl on your right”, and the more daring ones of “Flash your pussy for 10 seconds” or even “Masturbate for 30 seconds”. This might lead to letting another girl masturbate you, and if that happened, they would always try to make you cum. (Worth 100 points in the game as we played it.) Oh yes, so many sexual elements to almost every game we played.
Then there were the actual sleepovers. Snuggling down with another girl in your bed, your mind racing with scenarios….what if we were a lesbian couple? What if she masturbates next to me? What if she touches me? Could I get away with touching her? How could I do it and make it look innocent or accidental?
As soon as the periods arrived, they brought with them the gift of libido….sex drive….the need…no, desire for relief. Orgasm. When the few boys we in our school towards the end had arrived, that, in turn led to cock….seeing one….holding one…making one cum….sucking one….and finally, taking one inside. Not that that was the end of it…oh no. There was anal too. Easier said than done though….much easier said than done, but well worth the practice. Those boys didn’t realise the heaven they were dropped into. Eight of them surrounded by 500 girls….wet, horny, up for anything girls. If any of those boys left school with their virginities intact, then they simply weren’t trying. Actually, scratch that…they didn’t need to try…girls flocked around them like wasps around jam. Seen that scene in Shrek when Donkey is leaping around yelling “Me…oh…pick me, pick me.” Well substitute the word ‘pick’ for ‘fuck’ and you will be right there.
Ok, maybe not all the girls wanted to be fucked, but if not, most were certainly up for some boobs holding and a little fingering.
We’re we all horny little bitches? Of course we were. Some overtly, some covertly, but I don’t think there was a single girl, not even the most mousey, studious little bookworm who hadn’t felt the pull between her legs.
Not even the hypocritical nuns. They weren’t all wizened old crones - not by any means. Some were women in the peak of their womanhood. Still very much menstrual rather than menopausal, I simply cannot believe that none of them had their hands between their legs in their cells at night, or during the few free hours they hand to themselves during the day. Stolen fruit tastes sweeter, so they say, and I can well imagine a quick orgasm in the convent lavatory being something highly prized.
Did they fantasise about us? Who knows? But I would bet serious money some did. We did have nuns who we thought were definitely into girls. Just they way they talked to us, or maybe they were a bit too free with a comforting arm…an arm that brushed our bums or boobs as it left us….or the other kind, the ones who would reach for the paddle or the leather strap and seemed to enjoy it rather too much. Giving a girl six strokes of the belt shouldn’t make a nun’s nipples visible through her habit.
You all know a lot about me…maybe too much…but Em is another story, as is Dani.
Dani has talked to me about her sexuality. She really doesn’t know if she is straight, bi or lesbian.. she says, “I can imagine….er…have imagined doing it with another girl….yes, I’ve imagined that very successfully, and more than once, and I’ve thought about…you know…boys. But so far, I’m happy enough looking after myself, if you know what I mean.” Ever one to push I played dumb and said “Er..no. I’m not sure that I do.” It provoked exactly the response I wanted. “I masturbate…a lot…it keeps me comfortable in myself.”
Because I’m a curious soul, I’d love the details. Is Dani a dirty talker when she does herself? Does she imagine scenarios, events, if so do they come from life, or does she have some completely fantasised ones? When we get home, I do intend to find out.
Meanwhile, I really fancy a nice, slow, open-air wank…maybe the brother and the sister next door will watch…
…and who knows where that may lead?
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