Edging Veronica

Empty seltzer cans, malt beverage bottles, dirty Solo cups, candy and chip wrappers, and cigarette butts littered the patio and salon. The lasers and strobe still flashed, but the music had been turned low. From the foredeck came soft voices. A short while later, laughter carried down from the flybridge above.

Late morning, and some of the girls were still awake. Someone had also broken my rules. I exited the salon through one of the slider walls to check the foredeck first.

When I came around the corner, I found Tabitha and Tracy cuddled together on the giant foredeck lounge. Tabitha leaned back with her legs spread, one knee drawn up, and Tracy lay nestled in her lap, gently kissing and stroking the inside of her thigh. Tracy had her tank top pulled up to her neck, and Tabitha ran her fingers through Tracy’s short fine hair, then absently drew lazy circles across her belly and small breasts. Tabitha was mid-sentence and spoke in a low, dreamy voice.

“ ... and I just want to, like, feel all of them inside of me at the same time, you know? Like, all of those dicks sliding in and out of me, over and over.”

“Mm-hmm,” Tracy murmured. She planted tiny kisses on Tabitha’s thigh and caressed her legs. Tabitha sighed contentedly.

The two girls hovered in that special twilight of ecstasy use, long after its intense psychoactive peak had waned, where energetic euphoria gave way to deeply emotional connection. Their minds, hearts, and bodies were opened to one another, seeking to form bonds of fellowship, craving sensory stimulation and physical contact, and compelling an overwhelming desire to commune and share openly and freely with each other. A trance-like state where inhibitions and self-doubt melted away to expose the core of one’s true self.

“I really want to have one of them in my ... in, like, my pussy, and one in my butt, and one in my mouth. All going at the same time. And I want them to move around from my pussy to my butt. Or even two at the same time. Yeah. Like, it would be perfect if two guys put their dicks in my pussy, and another two guys put their dicks in my butt, and all four were going at the same time. And then I could try to suck two dicks at once and, like, jack off two other guys. So, like, eight guys I guess, all at the same time.”

“Wow,” Tracy breathed. “I totally want a guy to put it in my butt,” she added after a few moments.

Tabitha covered one of Tracy’s small breasts and then pulled her fingers together until they met at Tracy’s nipple. Then she traced her fingertip around Tracy’s puffy areola.

“Do you, like, ever put things in your butt?” Tabitha asked.

“Sometimes.”

“I do too. A lot. My mom has, like, this really big dildo she hides from my dad, but I found it, and sometimes I use it when she’s not home. I like to go back and forth between my pussy and my butt and then suck on it.”

“Wow, that sounds nice. I want to do that for real.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I really like to give blowjobs too. There’s this guy who lives next door to us, and sometimes he lets me come over to suck him off. Then he shoots his stuff in my mouth and I swallow it.”

“Do you, like, ever have sex with him?” Tabitha asked as she gently pinched and rolled Tracy’s puffy nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“I want to, but he won’t do it because he’s afraid I might, like, get pregnant or something. He just wants me to suck him off until he shoots it in my mouth, and then he usually tells me to leave after that.”

“But he could put it in your butt,” Tabitha noted. “Like anal and stuff. I’m pretty sure you can’t, like, get pregnant or anything from butt sex.” She pinched Tracy’s nipple and tugged on it.

“I know, but I’m too afraid to ask him now. He might stop letting me come over to suck him off,” Tracy rationalized, then she hissed.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” Tabitha asked, rubbing and fondling Tracy’s little tit.

“No, it’s okay. I like it. It feels really good.”

Tabitha resumed fondling Tracy’s small breasts. Then, as if sensing my presence, she turned her head and tensed. “Oh!” she gasped and reflexively pulled her hand away from Tracy’s breast.

“No, I said it’s alright,” Tracy said, unaware of my presence. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to have fallen into a dreamy, drug-induced trance. I held a finger to my lips and silently shooshed Tabitha.

“Oh ... um, o-okay,” she said, still staring at me. Her beautiful eyes, magnified by her glasses, and still dilated from the MDMA, lowered to my crotch. My cock had swelled while listening to them talk, the outline of it visible through my shorts.

Tracy reached to pull Tabitha’s hand back down to her chest. Unconsciously, Tabitha cupped her small breast and studied my expression, searching for any hint of disapproval. I reached out to gently brush back her long blonde hair and tuck it behind her ear. She managed a weak smile and I imagined the phantom tingle she still felt from where my fingers had lightly touched her.

“What do you think of Mr. BD?” Tracy asked softly, planting tiny kisses on Tabitha’s inner thigh. I raised an eyebrow and Tabitha stiffened.

“What do you mean?” Despite herself, Tabitha’s eyes had already moved back to my crotch.

“Do you think he’s, like, handsome?”

Tabitha didn’t answer, and if her face wasn’t already flushed, I believed it would have turned red.

“I ... I don’t know.”

“Well, I do,” Tracy said.

“Oh,” was all Tabitha could think to say in response.

“Yeah. And you can tell he’s got, like, a really big dick, just like he said.” Tracy sounded wistful. “I wish he would ask me to give him a blowjob.” Her pink tongue snaked out and licked Tabitha’s thigh. “What about you? I mean, would you suck him off if he asked you?”

“N-no,” Tabitha said, a little too quickly.

“How come?”

Tracy kissed and licked Tabitha’s inner thigh, and then spread her own legs. Her short skirt slipped down her thighs to barely cover her crotch. Tabitha looked mesmerized, unable to tear her eyes from my cock as it strained against my shorts.

“I ... I, uh ... I mean, I don’t know.”

“Really? Like, let’s say he walked up to you, and he unzipped his shorts, and he pulled out his big dick, and he said, ‘Tabitha, I want you to suck my dick.’ You’d say no?”

Tabitha stared at my cock, and I imagined her envisioning the scenario Tracy had just proposed. “I, uh ... I don’t know,” she said, but this time it was barely a whisper.

I suppressed a smile, finding her discomfort amusing. Tracy moved her hand to her crotch and gripped the fabric pooled between her legs. She bucked her hips.

“Nuh uh, not me. I’d drop to my knees and open my mouth for him and let him put it inside, and then I’d lick and suck on his big dick until he shot it in my mouth, and then I’d, like, swallow everything he had to give me.”

I lifted my eyebrows. Oh my god. My cock twitched, and Tabitha’s eyes widened when I reached to adjust myself, wiping my hand over the dark spot where I’d leaked precum. She opened her mouth to speak and it smacked from dryness.

“Y-you would?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

“Mm-hmm. I’ve been thinking about sucking his dick all night. It’s all I can think about. I saw him take some of that stuff. Did you see how he was getting hard just before he went to bed?”

She hugged Tabitha’s leg and her voice turned sad. “But I don’t think he’d ever ask me. Julia is so much prettier than me, and she’s got big boobs, and you can tell she really likes him. Or Ronky. She wouldn’t stop talking about him.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Tabitha replied.

Tracy pressed her cherry red lips against Tabitha’s thigh and gently suckled on the soft smooth flesh. Despite her reservations, Tabitha responded by massaging Tracy’s small breast and tweaking her nipple, which elicited a satisfied hum and another hip grind.

I held up my hands to Tabitha, and then turned to leave them.

Back in my stateroom, I changed my shorts and tried to cool off my raging hardon, but every time I pictured Tracy kneeling before me with my cock between her sweet red lips, it swelled again and throbbed. There would be no hiding it.

When I made my way back to the middeck, I heard murmurs of conversation and animated giggles coming from up top. I considered ignoring it, but the fact that one of my rules had been broken on the second night didn’t sit well with me. The auxiliary helm was up there, and it was also the only truly private outdoor space on the entire ship. My sanctuary when I wanted to be alone. The girls needed to understand that I had rules for a reason. With my mind made up, I quietly ascended the flybridge stairs.

As I poked my head up through the hatch, I discovered Bianca and Ronky in the hot tub, sharing a joint and engaged in hushed but animated conversation. I came around the helm, and only then did I see that both girls were topless. They had their backs to me, and neither noticed as I approached the edge of the tub. I took in the view of Bianca’s large pillowy breasts floating in the hot water, and how they contrasted with Ronky’s much smaller, saggy tits. I cleared my throat.

“Oh, hey there, BD!” Ronky said.

She stood up, giving me a full view of her nude, teenaged body, and I got the sense from her nonchalance that she’d been waiting up all night for me to “catch” her naked in the water. Her eyes fell to my crotch and she noticed the bulge in my shorts. Bianca coughed a cloud of smoke and tried to cover her tits with her arms.

“Hey, what the fuck, pervert!” she screeched. “We’re naked! Get the fuck out of here!”

Ronky flashed her an admonishing look. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m sure he’s seen naked girls before.” She turned her attention back to me and held out the joint. “Why don’t you come in and party with us,” she said, eyeing my bulge and smirking.

“He can’t come in here with us!” Bianca said, her voice panicked. A perfect blend of hysteria and embarrassment. “Hey! I told you to get the fuck out of here!” Then she finally noticed my erection. “Ugh, gross! You’re such a fucking perv.”

I looked between the two girls, a stern expression on my face. “Rule three,” I said.

Ronky laughed. “Oh, come on! Are you fucking serious? Look, BD, stop fucking around, okay? Just take your clothes off and come in here with me. Bianca, you can leave if you want.”

Bianca stared at her with an incredulous look on her face. She appeared ready to say something, but I cut her off.

“Yes, I’m serious. I told you, the flybridge is off limits unless I say otherwise.” I shot her a harsh look. “This is the third time you’ve broken one of my rules, Veronica. Do it again, and there will be consequences.”

Her mouth came open, then she closed it and put a hand on her ample hip, a wry smile on her lips. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to find out. Come on, now. Out.”

Ronky tossed the joint into the water and it sizzled.

“Man, what a fucking buzz kill,” she muttered. She climbed out of the hot tub and stood in front of me, defiant. Then she shook her hair, dowsing me with water. “Oops, sorry.” She stepped closer and brushed her fingertip lightly against my shaft. “Dude, you don’t know what you just missed out on,” she whispered.

She shimmied into her cover up, scooped up her bikini, and headed for the stairs.

“You too, Bianca. Out.”

“Get out of here!” she screamed.

I crossed my arms. “Now.”

She scoffed and carefully climbed out of the tub, struggling to cover her big tits with her arms. Unlike Ronky, she’d kept on her bikini bottoms. She snatched her top off the deck as she hustled to the stairs, and I barely heard her call me a fucking asshole as she disappeared into the salon.

God damn.

I exhaled a sharp breath and took a moment to let my erection subside while I surveyed the flybridge. The mess wasn’t as bad up here. I’d have the girls clean it up later.

Back in the galley, I made coffee and ate a bowl of cereal, then returned to the salon with a hot mug to pilot the ship from the primary helm. Ronky stood at the bar, pouring herself another drink.

“If you’re not planning to go to sleep soon, would you please clean up a bit?” I asked her as I sank into the leather captain’s chair and transferred ship’s control to the station.

She sidled over and stood before me with a crudely made cocktail in her hand. “Hey, for real. What’s the story?”

I checked the GPS. “What do you mean?”

She looked around. “There’s no one else here, dude.” She lowered her voice. “Hey, it’s totally cool. I’ve fucked lots of older guys before.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You ... wait, how do you know that?”

I breathed out a laugh and shook my head. She must have been pretty high, or not paying close attention the other night. I turned to face her. “The price of admission. Remember?”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek, then snorted and nodded. I took the opportunity to study the radar. Scattered showers lay ahead, but nothing strong. It would be relatively smooth cruising today.

“Whatever. I don’t care. I’ve got nothing to hide,” she said, then pulled her cover-up open to prove her point. “Come on, don’t you want to fuck me? Or how about I just suck your dick,” she said, trying to swivel my chair.

Before she could, I grabbed her wrist. She didn’t struggle or try to pull away. I noticed her pupils were still partially dilated from the ecstasy.

“I appreciate the offer. I really do. But I have work to do. Will you please help me out? The place is a total mess. I know you weren’t the only one partying last night, but if you’d just clean up some of it, that would be a huge help. I’ll have the other girls chip in when they wake up. Will you do that for me, Veronica? Please?”

She’d held her breath and when she finally exhaled, she stuttered. I thought, for just a second, she might cry. She returned my grip and held on to my hand.

“I really like it when you call me Veronica,” she said in a husky voice.

It must have been the ecstasy. Even I sometimes got emotional on the come down over relatively minor things. I smiled at her and squeezed her hand, and she smiled back.

“Okay,” she said at last. “I’ll stop bothering you. For now. But just know, the offer stands.” She leaned in. “I’ll be thinking about you when I’m rubbing my pussy later,” she whispered before pulling away.

My heartbeat thumped and my cock twitched.

While Ronky cleaned, I studied our course. We would travel south for several days before turning east, threading between Grenada and Trinidad. After that, it was a straight shot to the island, two hundred miles off the coast of Guyana and Suriname. The catamaran had enough power to easily make the journey in less than three days, but we were in no rush. The island wouldn’t be available to us for a while yet. Plus, I wanted to take my time so that I didn’t have to stand watch at the helm for the whole trip. Instead, we would putter along at three knots and make it to the island in two weeks.