Truth and Beauty

After slowing the boat to a crawl, I lay down to take a long nap, waking shortly before sundown. After a quick shower, I checked the security cameras, going room by room. Tabitha and Tracy cuddled together and slept in one of their double beds while Bianca snored loudly alone in her room. The other two rooms were empty. I switched to the salon. Ronky still slept on the sofa. I flipped around until I found Julia in the galley, cooking something, while Sam set a table for two on the aft deck beach club, right behind my stateroom.

For the third time that day, I changed into yet another clean pair of shorts. The slider walls on either side of my room opened to private breezeways, both of which led aft to the beach club. Sam looked up and smiled when she saw me. Progress.

“Sleep well?” she asked. She wore shorts and a bikini top, both of which flattered her curvy form.

“I’ve been trying to catch a couple hours here and there when I can. Dinner?” I asked, indicating the plates on the table.

“Yeah. Julia’s cooking some chicken ... thing. I don’t know what it is. You want to join us?”

“If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Her smile was arresting. She seemed far less anxious, and a lot friendlier than she’d been the night before. I wondered what had changed.

“I’ll go see if Julia needs any help,” I said.

I took the exterior stairs from the beach club to check the helm, and raised the cruising speed to four knots.

“Hi, what’s cooking?” I asked as I came down the stairs into the galley.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw her. Julia must have borrowed the small sundress from Tabitha or Tracy. Her tits nearly spilled out of the top, and the sort skirt barely covered her ass.

She turned and grinned. “Oh, I’m glad you’re awake. Are you hungry?”

“Sure. What are you making?”

“Chicken piccata on fettuccini, um, salad, and garlic bread.”

“Smells amazing. Can I help?”

“Please. You can finish the salad.”

I took up station on the other side of the peninsula to dice tomatoes while Julia finished pounding out the chicken, her breasts shaking with every swing of the hammer. She quickly dredged the cutlets in flour and laid them in a pan of oil to fry. Pasta already simmered in a large pot, and the smell of baking garlic bread permeated the galley.

She moved to the sink, standing with her back to me to rinse dishes. When she bent to put them into the dishwasher, her tiny sundress rode up her backside. She wore nothing underneath, her perfect ass and dark hairy pussy completely exposed. My chopping slowed as she repeatedly bend to load the dishwasher, her cheeks parting each time to provide a brief glimpse of her puffy brown asshole.

“Good god,” I muttered under my breath.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

She flipped the cutlets and cut the heat on the pasta. Then she opened the oven and bent to remove the bread. As she pulled out the baking tray, she peeked at me from the corner of her eye and a smile lifted the corner of her mouth.

I finished the salad while she drained the cutlets and finished the sauce. When she had everything plated, I followed her out of the galley, and admired the way her large ass moved as she climbed the steps to the main deck. When she reached the landing, she looked back over her shoulder and once again caught me looking up her dress.

Back at the beach club, we laid the food out on the small table that Sam had set, and I opened a bottle of white wine. We ate slowly, enjoying the al fresco dinner and the day’s failing light on the open deck.

I had trouble taking my eyes off the two girls. Adorable freckles covered Sam’s cream-colored skin, spilling from the bridge of her nose, across her cheeks, to her chest, shoulders, and arms. Her curly red hair had been cut short on the back and sides, and her large emerald eyes glittered in the dim light.

Julia’s smooth tanned skin appeared flawless, her beautiful face framed by long black hair. She too had a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and over the tops of her cheeks. She sat next to me, and I admired her shapely tan legs. The short sundress rode high over the tops of her thick thighs, where I noted just a hint of dimpling.

Our conversation stayed light and superficial. I stole glances at Julia’s legs every time she moved, and she seemed to enjoy the attention. Sam noticed Julia’s flirtatious behavior and leaned forward to put her elbows on the table, pressing her large breasts together to deepen her cleavage.

We lingered at the table after dinner, and drank another bottle of wine. The two girls became gregarious, talking loudly and laughing with open mouths. Julia grabbed a third bottle from the wine fridge and topped off our glasses.

“Hey, do you have any more of those drops?” she asked.

“Sure.” I removed the three small bottles from my pocket. “Which one?”

“Can I have all three?”

Before I could put them into her glass, she covered it with her hand and opened her mouth instead.

“You sure? This stuff doesn’t taste very good.”

“I’m sure.”

I put a drop of each onto her tongue. When she closed her mouth to swallow, she made a face. Sam watched her, and then stood to lean over the table, her full breasts hanging down.

“Me too,” she said, casting a sideways glance at Julia, and I put a drop of each onto her pink tongue.

My research had revealed moderate drug use by Julia, mostly party drugs, but hardly any by Sam. Then again, the MDMA, oxy, and tadalafil were potent, and produced highly pleasurable effects, so it didn’t surprise me that she might enjoy them.

I dosed my wine with oxy and tadalafil. The oxy took effect almost immediately, and my head became stuffy. Sam smacked her lips and smiled.

“My tongue feels funny,” she said with a goofy grin on her face. “Numb.”

“It’ll pass,” I said.

We sat and chit-chatted. Before long, the tadalafil began to take effect. My cock swelled and moved around in my shorts. I noticed Sam absently stroke her arm, and Julia played with her hair. Signs the ecstasy had begun to take effect. Julia looked at me with dreamy almond eyes, her pupils partially dilated.

“So, BD ... Big Dick,” she began, then snickered. “Huh. Is that really what you want us to call you? I mean, I don’t mind, but it’s kind of weird.”

I lit a cigarette and blew a large cloud of smoke that lingered briefly before drifting away into the Caribbean night. “Call me anything you want.”

The two girls looked at each other and shared a smile.

“What’s your name?” Sam asked. “For real.”

I regarded her closely and took another long drag, enjoying the sensation and lightheaded feeling it gave me. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”

Julia tugged on her hair and stared at the glowing cherry of my cigarette, entranced by it. She smiled at me. “Anything I want?”

“Sure.”

She giggled to herself. “I usually end up calling guys like you, daddy,” she said, keeping her voice low and soft.

“Guys like me?”

“You know. Older guys.”

“You have a thing for older guys, don’t you?”

She breathed out a deep sigh and smiled. “Yeah, I really do.” It seemed the drugs and alcohol had lowered her inhibitions, weakening her reservations, and making her more prone to express herself honestly.

Sam lifted her arms to run her fingers through her short curly hair. She closed her eyes and smiled, gently squeezing and pulling on it in fistfuls. When she opened her emerald eyes again, they smoldered.