Chapter 148

It wasn’t even a minute after Terra left that I heard the telltale sound of someone shouting below deck. It was a woman, but I couldn’t tell who it was over the rumble of the engines and the splash of the water. It stopped after a long moment, but I had to wonder who it was. Cattie, yelling at Heather or Sherry? Terra? Wanda or Cassidy?

The number of plausible options, what with all the different drama going on, was a little overwhelming. Realistically, it could have been any of them.

But it had stopped, so I tried not to dwell. Instead, I thumbed on the radio and let Becca know that I’d be trading off with JC for a bit, the implication being that if she said something over the radio it wouldn’t be me receiving it. She said alright, then a weird sound came through that took me a second to realise it was her blowing a kiss into the mic.

For some reason that put a little smile on my face even if it was silly.

JC came up to the pilot’s cabin a couple of minutes later and traded off with me. It felt weird, making quick small talk with him after what I’d just been doing with his girlfriend, and I had to keep reminding myself that it was their agreement between them and not my place to judge. I was sure mine and Cassidy’s agreement wasn’t any more understandable from the outside.

“Hey, who was yelling?” I asked after I’d handed off the wheel to him.

“Oh, it was Terra,” JC sighed. “It was nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Alright, well, thanks my man,” I said. “I’ll go see what Cass wanted.”

He made a clicking noise with his tongue and gave me a thumbs-up and a wink.

I decided I needed some water before I walked into whatever was coming, so I headed towards the back of the boat and down the stairs there to cut through the living room into the kitchen. That was my plan, anyways, until I opened the back sliding glass door and stepped right into the middle of a photoshoot and froze with my eyes wide.

Heather was the photographer, working a DSLR camera from in front of the TV as it pointed at the couch. On said couch, Sherry was sitting naked with her hair pulled back into pigtails, a boob clutched hard in one hand and her other held a glass dildo of some sort partway inserted into her flushed pussy. She looked like she’d been oiled up for the shoot to make her skin glisten, and her big eyes snapped to me in surprise.

Sherry had been pissing me off for the last couple of days, but shit she was a cute little sexy package. She didn’t have the tits of Cattie, but they were still good handfuls capped with nipples that wanted for sucking. Her stomach was toned, and her belly button looked cute. Even her feet, up in the air as she spread her knees wide, were cute. I could also see that she was super wet, her juices creamy on her fingers and the glass dildo.

“Fuck, sorry,” I said,

Sherry immediately tried to cover herself as we both blushed hard.

“Get out, private shoot!” Heather said loudly.

“I didn’t know!” I replied, turning to leave but hesitating at the door. “OK, just let me-” I quickly strode between them, wide around Sherry, and grabbed the lamp from the side table and adjusted it onto its side and angled to cast light more directly onto Sherry and the side wall. “That’ll help counteract the light from the- You know what, never mind. Sorry again, I didn’t know you were back here doing this.”