Chapter 35: Learning the Paso Doble

“Am I to understand that you have been up here all night?” Captain Tony asked.

“I thought it was best. We began running into traffic last night as we passed between Crete and the Greek peninsula, and the winds changed because of the land masses, plus we had two course changes and several small islands to steer around. I guess I just thought it best, given the level of experience the girls have.”

Captain Tony just looked at me without saying anything for a long moment. I was afraid I had really fucked up.

“I guess I owe my wife that necklace she’s been wanting. She said you would be up here working. I thought you were just up here screwing all the girls.”

I’m no fool. I know when to keep my mouth shut.

“Okay. Go grab some sleep. We’ll go over everything later today,” he told me.

Fleur had me a mug of coffee and a plate of homemade cinnamon rolls on the table when I got to the salon. Then she sat beside me and giggled while I tried to eat.

““What’s got into you?” I asked her.

“Nothing ... yet!” she giggled some more.

“Have you been to bed?” I asked.

“Not yet,” she replied. “I had to tell Cécile all about what happened, and then I had to make the Cinnamon rolls and get ready and everything.”

Ahhh!” I thought. “A little sisterly competition going on.” Now it made sense why Cécile suddenly changed her mind up on the bridge!

“Finally!” she said when I finished drinking my coffee. Then taking me by the hand, she led me down to my cabin.

“Stand right there while I jump in the shower,” I instructed.

“Okay. Cécile made me promise to do everything you told me to do. She said it would make my first time better.”

“Your sister is smart,” I replied.

“You really shouldn’t use body wash on your hair, like that,” she said.

“You are not the first person to tell me that,” I replied. “I just haven’t had the chance to pick up any shampoo. I’m not really sure what kind to get.”

“Don’t worry, I have some that you can use,” she said. “Here. Let me dry your back.”

Fleur proceeded to dry not only my back, but my front too, paying particular attention to certain parts.

“Thank you,” I told her as I took her in my arms and kissed her.

“Alex?” she asked. “Can you show me the bright lights?”

“Not this time,” I replied.

“Why not? You showed them to Cécile.”

“Because this time, you’re going to be too busy with a hard cock in your little puppy,” I told her and immediately smothered her with kisses all over her face and neck as I maneuvered her over to the berth. When she was lying on her back, I used my teeth to pull her little crop top up, exposing her large breasts, then began to lavish each one with tender tongue care as I fondled them in my palms.

Fleur was just like her sister. She came within minutes just from me fondling and sucking her boobs. Only Fleur expressed herself in her native French, so I had no idea what she kept repeating. But I knew that I would risk life and limb by stopping. I paused to let her catch her breath and she looked at me through shining eyes as she spoke to me in French.

It was beautiful, but my confusion must have shown on my face as she finally reverted to English.

“I said, my sister told me that it was good. Now I believe her.”

I didn’t say it, but I thought it. “You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Then I slid down and began kissing her puppy. I thought their pet name for their vagina was cute. It wasn’t that much different than pussy but didn’t seem to hold the same vulgar connotation. And no matter what they called it, Cécile and Fleur both had very sensitive ones. This time, Fleur had a bigger orgasm roll through her. It left her huffing and puffing so she could barely talk.

“I thought ... I thought ... that other one was good. (pause to breathe) But this one ... wow! (pause to breathe) It can’t possibly get any better, can it?”

“Why don’t we find out?” I said softly as I lowered my body to cover hers while I used my hand to guide my cock into her slobbery wet puppy.

“Mon Dieu! It’s so big!” she said, inflating my ego. When I started to move it in and out, she rattled off another sting of French. I was going to have to learn French.

Fleur was just as sensitive as her sister, but much more vocally expressive. She was muttering something, alternating between French and English, the whole time her climax was building. When it finally hit, she squeezed her legs together, almost forcing me out as she lay there panting “Aucun! No more!”

However, I had been hard for too long to just stop, so I powered through her weak attempt to keep her legs closed, simply by moving my legs outside of hers. This had two effects. First it caused her puppy to squeeze my cock tighter as it pistoned in and out. This caused me to start coming only minutes later. Second, all that friction, plus my extra action on her swollen puppy meant she was about to have another huge climax.

Add one and two and Fleur came out with another massive orgasm on top of her last one, which resulted in her arching her back, and lifting me completely off the bed by my pelvis. When she finally flopped back on the berth, her eyes just rolled back in her head. For the first time tonight, she had no words. She was out cold.

I was exhausted, but I dutifully went to the head to get a wet washcloth and a clean towel. Then I began to clean her up. She stirred, looked at me with dreamy eyes, and then turned on her side and went to sleep. I spooned up behind her and I was soon asleep as well.

It was lunch time when I awoke and stumbled up to the big dining table. Noèle brought me a plate of fruit with a grilled chicken breast. She asked me what I’d like to drink. When I told her, she gave me a wink and went to get it.

Monique looked at me and then asked if anyone had seen Fleur.

“She’s still asleep, in my berth,” I answered without thinking. I wasn’t all the way awake yet.

“I see...” said Monique as the sisters and Jeanne all giggled.

I just sat there without saying anything else, fearing I had just put my foot in my mouth.

“C’mon, Alex. We have to rehearse,” Jeanne said.

With that, all the teens followed her to the bridge. I took a moment to talk to Captain Tony, but everything was going smoothly except it looked like we were heading into some nasty weather later.

In the competition, we would be required to do two of the five Latin Dances, the Cha Cha, the Samba, the Rumba, the Paso Doble, or the Jive. Since I had never learned the Paso Doble, Jeanne decided to start with that one.

“Paso Doble means ‘two steps’ in Spanish, and it is usually danced to march-like music. The Paso Doble tells the story of a bullfighter. It is a dance of precision, where the outcome symbolizes life or death. You will portray the Matador and I’ll portray your cape,” she explained. “There are seven French steps and seven English steps and a couple of Spanish steps. Because this is an Open Competition, we can use as many as we want, but we will be judged on ten main steps.”

Jeanne spent a few minutes demonstrating the male side of the dance going over the basic steps. They weren’t unlike some other Latin dance steps, just with different emphasis on how you preformed them. Then we began working on bringing it all together.

I fumbled through it a couple of times before Jeanne stopped me.

“Look, Alex, this dance is the story of a bullfighter and his cape. The female represents his cape and the dance is all about how he loves and uses his cape to save his life from the charging bull. The Paso Doble actually started as a marching exercise in the French army, so it is full of military precision as well.”

When she explained that, the dance began to come together for me. I finally relaxed into the music and let my muscle memory take over and soon, we were dancing the Paso Doble.

“Much better,” Jeanne praised. “Now try and keep your weight on your toes, your knees bent slightly, and your butt sticking out. Stand up straight!”

We practiced for another hour as the other girls watched. Finally Jeanne called a halt.

“Now, who wants to learn to waltz,” Jeanne asked the watching teens. Cécile went first and I taught her just like I did Marta yesterday, only this time I was more confident and Cécile was a little more coordinated. So it went much smoother and faster.

After Cécile, Marta took a turn. She remembered our lessons yesterday and did very well.

Jeanne looked around. Fleur hadn’t come up yet, so she asked Noèle if she would like a turn.

Noèle stepped into my arms. “I haven’t done this in a long time,” she told me.

“That’s okay. It’s just to help me learn to waltz better,” I told her.

She looked at me and her smile lit up the bridge. Then we began gliding gracefully around the room. The whole time, her smile never dimmed. I happen to glance at Jeanne once and she didn’t appear too happy, but then went back to looking at Noèle. When we finished, Noèle and I stood in the center of the floor, locked in our embrace, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. I don’t know what happened. One moment I was looking into her eyes, the next, we were kissing as we hurtled through space.

It was there! We found ourselves hovering over a small island on a vast sea, the pinkish light surrounding us. The small island had a sandy beach, which I recognized from before, but no kneeling figure. It also had a tall mountain. Or was it a volcano? I couldn’t tell.

“There they are!” cried Marta. “I can see them!”

Jeanne was suddenly standing between Noèle and I.

“She walked right into the light!” Marta told everyone.

“Did you see it? The island with the volcano and the sandy beach?” Noèle asked, confirming everything I thought I had seen.

“Yeah!” I replied.

“What island?” Marta asked. “Where did you go? You just disappeared and Jeanne walked right through where you had been standing, and you guys were not there. Then suddenly, you’re back!”

The girls all started chattering excitedly, pumping Noèle for more details.

I was hot, so after checking with Captain Tony, I left the bridge and found a comfortable seat on the fantail. I sat there watching our wake in the barely churning seas and thinking about what I had just experienced with Noèle. That was twice now that both of us had witnessed the same phenomena.

“You okay?” Isabella asked. The sun had set but there were no stars out. The sky was filled with low, dark clouds. And the waves were choppy with two foot swells. It appeared that the weather front was upon us.

“I’m fine. Just tired. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” I told her.

“I heard,” she replied. “Captain Tony said to grab something to eat and come to the bridge, if you’re able.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

That’s how I ended up on the bridge for a second night. This time it was Captain Tony with me, taking advantage of the storm to teach me more about sailing. We each got in a short power nap, but for the most part, Captain Tony had me manning the helm as the winds and the waves tried to yank the big wheel out of my hands.

So when Monday morning dawned, and the weather became considerably better, I was cold, wet, and my arms ached.

Finally, Captain Tony said, “Go below and get some breakfast, then grab a bunk and rest. We’ve still got six more days to go.”

“Yes, sir!” I said without argument.

“And Alex?” he said.

“Sir?”

“It would be best if you slept alone. You really do need the rest.”

It was after 3:00 Monday afternoon before I woke up. I could tell by the fragrance on my pillow that Jeanne had been in bed with me at some time. But for now, there was no one around. I jumped in the shower and then made my way upstairs.

“How many tacos to tide you over until supper?” Isabella asked. I loved Isabella’s tacos.

“I’ll start with three,” I told her. “Your tacos are the best!”

After the tacos, I went to find Captain Tony. Turns out, Cécile had the bridge.

“Poppa went to take a nap after lunch. He said that you would adjust the sails when you got up here,” she told me. “We’re making about six knots and the genoa is flapping a lot.”

I went out and looked and then adjusted the sails. We picked up a knot or two. Then I checked the bow for any loose lines. We had been seriously pounded for a few hours last night.

“I’ll take the bridge if you want to go back downstairs,” I told Cécile.

“That’s okay. You can have the bridge, but I wanted to talk to you,” she said. “Jeanne sure has it bad for you.”

“I know she has a little crush on me, but I don’t think it’s as dramatic as you make it sound,” I told her.

“Alex, listen to me,” she said. “I have loved being with you, and I am hoping to be with you some more before we get home. But after that, I’ll have my life and you’ll have yours.”

“I hope so too,” I said. “That we’ll have the chance to be together again before we reach Monte Carlo, I mean.”

“The same is true for Fleur and maybe even Marta, if she can get her nerve up,” Cécile said. “But with Jeanne, it’s different. That girl is in love with you but you don’t respect that. You treat her as if she was a child. You’re really tearing her heart to pieces when you don’t acknowledge her. Hell, you don’t treat her as a human being, with feelings. You treat her more like a pet!”

“Really?” I asked. “I hadn’t realized. I thought I was treating her the same as everyone else.”

“I’ve seen you flirt with me and my sisters. I even saw you flirt with my mom and Isabella. But I’ve never seen you flirt with Jeanne. Sure, you kiss her if she asks, but you’re just forcing her to beg. Do you know what that does to a girl’s confidence?”

I stayed standing by the wheel, even though I had engaged the autopilot, and thought about what Cécile had said. Maybe she did have a point. Frankly, I had been put off by Jeanne’s little tantrum last week and had mostly dismissed her from my mind. I certainly didn’t mean to hurt her, but at the same time, I had a lot going on.