Let's Just Get Through This (Closed)

(Closed for that old funny fuzzyball - KattDclaw)

They said it was a system glitch. Gus’s buddies said that if he just stop worrying about her and make the most of it, he’d realize that he got pretty damn lucky Let’s be honest, thought, this thing is going to be hell.

You see, February in Minnesota can really suck ass. Holidays are done, and you are facing another two months of cold so hard you nose freezes shut. So, Jerry (Gus’s Sister’s Boyfriend) had a brilliant idea - the whole gang take a cruise in early February in the tropics. It was one of those cruises set with a theme for younger crowds, tied into valentine’s day that drops later in the week, so the place wouldn’t have many kids, and not so many of couples dropping their false teeth in the shrimp stacks. They got a package deal where a block of rooms came out to be pretty good price. Rumor was, too, that a bunch of European college co-ed’s were booked for the same week too - and there ain’t nothing wrong with having a boat filled with Euro hotties. A week of drinks, sun, pools, beaches, sweet sweet euro hotties, and a lot to look at when the bathing suits come out.

Then the cruise line just started fucking everything up. According to them, the gang bought the “couples” block: Five rooms complete with a single king sized bed. When the manifest came back with different numbers they decided to mess with it. See, there are eight in the gang. Three couples, Gus and … Her. The cruise line thought Gus & Her were a goddamn couple! They thought they wrongly sold us an extra room for me. Then they wait until the gang’s all on the boat to tell us this -- saying they took care of the extra room charges and giving “us” and upgrade.

Oh, the rest of the guys, they were having a laugh. Just wait until you hear the two of them go off on each other like they do so many nights down at the pub. Just wait until they get stuck in that couple’s massage where she has to give him the happy ending. Most of all, just wait until they have to snuggle up together on a cold ocean night.

Gus flipped out at the steward, to say the least, He was supposed to have a room to himself, complete with a bed big enough for all the little drunk Euro girls he can talk into staying for the night. Instead, its this room with a balcony with a romantic view of the ocean and free champagne every night and soft pillows and comforters and turndown service and a shower & bathtub not only separate but each big enough for two … but one bed. Not just one bed, one bed with no couch and a hard floor that I ain’t sleeping on. All of this …

and her!!

This is going to be hell.

“System glitch my ass!” Those were the first words that came to mind, thought they weren’t the last. It was all downhill from there. The whole situation had started off with a sense of apprehension, she wouldn’t be here now if a healthy dose of peer pressure. But she was, trapped on a boat in the middle of the ocean, trapped in a cabin with nothing but a single bed…with HIM.

Just the thought of Gus sent that cold tingle of anger through Vel’s frame. Gus was the epitome of everything that was wrong with men and the world in general. He was loud, crass, smug, and above all infuriatingly annoying. Of course the list went on, but those were some of Vel’s favorite words to describe him. To think that she had to share a bathroom with the man child, well, it was enough to send the redhead into a murderous rage. Vel had never given much thought to the idea of seeing red, but as she shot daggers at the steward she swore her vision was tinged red at the edges.

In the end, there was nothing to be done except apologize. Of course, the look that she gave the steward, accompanied by the threat of “If you apologize one more time I’ll rip off your head and spit down your neck” sent the poor man on the defensive.

The conversation didn’t go very far after that.

In the end Vel had worn herself out; the fury burned through her and left her weary and numb.
Nothing that a few stiff drinks couldn’t fix! That was one thing to look forward too, she tried to tell herself as the door swung open and she strode into the impressive room. The balcony, the bed, the bottle of champagne, all that and much more, it was still an impressive sight to behold even if she had to share it. Of course, she hadn’t planned on sleeping alone. There had been a rumor of some young European studs booked on the same cruise; what she could teach to those young eager boys.

Now, those sapphire eyes saw that large, comfortable bed as more of a blatant taunt. No ripped young buck would be made a man underneath those lush sheets. Instead, that fat, shriveled bastard would be vying for space, no doubt he thought of getting the bed all to himself. Vel had ideas of her own.

“This is bullshit!” The redhead said with an exasperated buff. Her bags were dropped near the door and she strode further into the room, her shapely hips swaying with each confident stride. A thick layer of clothing hid most of that lush frame from view, there wasn’t a lot time to flaunt ones self when the temperature was negative three outside. Still, she cut an imposing figure at times, with the stark red hair that well short about her jawline and the creamy, pale white flesh, she could turn more than a few heads with that alone. Coupled with a ravishing visage that could stop a man head in his tracks, well, Vel had more than a few things going for her. Yet now, with the rather nasty look she wore, it was a little hard to tell. Her hair was wild and had a frazzled look, one that went along with her frumpy, rumbled clothing made her look road worn and disheveled.

“Lookit, fatass.” She started in without missing a beat. Her anger at the situation turned on him without a moment’s respite. She was tired but by whatever gods were out there she wasn’t going to let it die quietly.
“I’m heading straight for the bar. If I find you digging around in my bags I’ll string you up by your intestines.” She said with causal venom that was all too familiar. Her hands came to rest upon her hips as she turned and gave a standoffish look in his direction. She couldn’t help but think that this trip was going to be pure hell, even in an alcohol induced haze.

While she was busy berating the steward far beyond a point where it did no good whatsoever, he decided to actually get the stank of the long plane flight and hassle of getting on the boat off of him. She had her ‘bitch knob’ turned up to 11, so he thought he could have at least a good fifteen minutes of time in the room before she showed up. He needed to shower, throw on something cooler, then be presentable by the time the flamethrower made an appearance. Sure, he was expecting Vel to bring it on in full force when she arrived, but if he could slip in a damn shower in that fifteen minutes at least he would be halfway out the door by the time she got there.

Problem was, fifteen minutes was much closer to ten. Just as he was stepping out of the shower, she walked in the door, and exploded. All he had time to do was grab a towel to cover his junk.

While she stood there in her usual fountain of window shades and flannel that make up her wardrobe he saw all the time back home; he was nearly uncovered except that handy towel and the reddening flushness of anger.. His dark hair he trimmed down & styled lay flat and wet against his head. Same with the water dripping from his dark whiskers from his goatee, trimmed clean to impress the Euro girls and to hide the roundness of his way too oldworld German jowls he got from his grandpa. Unlike what She was saying, the jowls is where the German in him ends; never more clear in his half naked state. Gus doesn’t work out, he doesn’t need to, he puts in 50 hours a week at a tool & die shop where there is so much lifting and wrenching going on his abs show off a cut that doesn’t deserve the ‘fatass’ reputation she throws at him.

“There is no door to this bathroom,” he sneered through grit teeth, “so … Do … You … Mind!”

The last thing she expected was to find Gus already so...indisposed. Vel moved like in a movie, one of those slow turns, slow reveals as Gus stood there with nothing more than what looked like a hand towel covering his happy place. Her brows were the first to move, arching skyward as a rather priceless look took over her beautiful visage. Her lips parted, though no words came out. Though her mind was filling up the silent void quite nicely.

Daaaaaaaaaayum!!

That was a word, right? At least it started out as one in her head, Vel wasn't sure by the end of it. What stood before her, dripping wet and cut was a figure she expected to be bloated and sickly white. Gus was far more fit and trim than he had a right to be, someone with a vile and putrid mouth such as his deserved to be a stubby little chub of a person.

Yeah, Vel was staring, complete with mouth agape for added benefit. It didn't happen often, not once before had Gus managed to leave Vel speechless, at least this long. She deserved the sneer, the contempt in his voice as he demanded some semblance of privacy.

Only then did Vel have the good grace to blush, which only brought out the natural beauty of her fair skin. Her lips twitched and easily drifted into a wicked smirk, her tongue whipped about in her mouth before she spat forth a nice thick glob of venom.

“Geeze. You would think you would wait a few before you dropped your drawers and made yourself at home. Don't worry, sweet heart, I didn't see your wee diddly. I swear,” Vel rolled her eyes, matching sure to give him one last look before she spun on her heels. The thick folds of her attire did much she shield her frame from view, she wasn't dressed to kill, she was dressed not to freeze to death. But she wouldn't need them for awhile, already with the steam from shower was heating the confined room up...or was it...

No. Vel snorted as she turned, her flaming mane whipping about her proud shoulder as she did. One hand emerged from the folds of her flannel jacket, her phone clutched in her grasp. All too hurriedly her fingers ran over the screen and brought up one of their mutual friends.

Naked Gus. Im killing you all. Ashdjhasd!!!!11

Smart phones never let you vent your wrath properly, unless you wanted to waste a few hundred bucks by drop kicking the thing into the sea. With a huff Vel stormed off as far away from the bathroom as she could. She threw back the curtains that lead to the balcony and took in the view. It was stunning, but at the moment it only made it worse. Instead she turned to her phone again and fired off another text in a vain attempt to quell her rage.

If you find one of us hanging from the balcony by our necks it's on your heads.

The heat across his flush skin could have boiled the rest of the water from his body … if this was a cartoon, that is. Instead, Gus stood there, still soaking wet from the shower, and still very very … Very pissed off.

Once she was off, thank whatever shitty plan God worked up for this trip that she had the sense to leave him be, he grabbed a real towel from the shower area and wrapped it around him. A second came over his shoulders and started drying his hair. He was working it all over frantically, hurriedly. Wanting all this done with, so he can get out of this fucking room and move on from being so pissed off at her.

He grabbed for his bag, pushed to the side when she dumped her suitcases anywhere, and pulled it open finding the long swim trunks and dragging them on while keeping his towel in place. He could see her out on the balcony, leaning over it with her hands working on the phone frantically. As he tied up the string on his suit, his eyes wandered down to her backside, pushed up by her position. There was a bit of a curve there that kept his eyes focused on her. He kept digging for a shirt to throw on, but he seemed to be more focused on her at the moment.

From the counter, his phone buzzed, and a text came up. He took one look at it, saw it was the guys already hearing the rumors of what she was texting out to the masses, and his face flushed again. With a shirt in hand, and suit covering his business, he laid in.

“Holy Shit,” he began, “that didn’t take you long. It’s bad enough you go barging into the room without even a warning to God knows what, but then you go texting to everyone that I fucking flashing you? What am I to you, Firecrotch, some kind of pervert that goes around waving my junk at every woman on this boat?”

There Vel was, just minding her own business, her gaze lingering upon the screen of her smart phone as she scrolled and tapped. Just for a moment that smoldering anger settled and cooled, perhaps that wonderful breeze and stunning view really were working.

But it all came crashing down once his voice cut through the air. It wasn't just his voice, or his tone, no, wait, yeah it was just the very fact he was there, speaking, breathing her air. The fragile beauty of the moment cracked and fractured, shattering into a thousand pieces. Gus was like nails on a chalkboard, like the sound of a wailing infant. Vel didn't try to hide the fact she had sent out as many messages as she could within a short length of time, the very fact that it pissed him off only made it all the more satisfying.

She kept her position over the railing, partially bent over just enough to show a definite curve of her rear that was more often than not blocked from view. It was a hint, nothing more, of something far more feminine than voluminous flannel. Yet he had to take it a step further, the name he used fell past his lips with nothing but contempt. That was enough to snap Vel to attention, her back straightened and she came away from the railing with her hands balled into fists. It wouldn't be a boxing match, the kiddie gloves were tossed aside when he started in with the derogatory nicknames.

“Look, Fuckface,” Vel came upon him with a fury, her eyes a glow with an undeniable anger that seemed to make them all the more radiant, their blue hue all the more prominent. She wore her anger openly on her face, a twist to her brow and a flush upon her cheeks that made her all the more animated.

“I didn't sign up for this shit. Now I'm stuck here with you! What's the first thing you do, strip naked and take a shower! Who does that? Do you even fucking think? Or is your head just there to keep the snow out of your neck?” Vel's voice was loud and crackling, the kind of tone of a person on the edge and ready to leap over it. Her chest rose and fell heavily, Jesus H. Christ it was hot in here! Vel didn't realize it until now just how stiffing hot she was.

She broke off from Gus with a contemptuous snort, her phone forgotten as she started to shrug and disrobe. Layer by layer she shrunk, her jacket, her sweater, her other sweater, they were shrugged off and tugged away before being discarded onto the floor without a second thought. Each time she shrunk further, the bulk of Vel it seemed was made of cotton blends and flannel.

“And I do think you just the kind of pedo to go waving his dong and the first piece of tail he saw. As small and shriveled as it is,” Vel huffed as she tossed one final piece aside, leaving her in a rumbled long sleeved shirt and jeans. The material of the shirt stretched all too tightly across her more than ample bustline. Far from a emaciated super model, Velma had a full figure that rarely saw the light of day. She gave another huff for good measure, even as the fire in her eyes started to settle, if only briefly as she gave Gus another one over. Him standing there shirtless wasn't helping, in fact it only seemed to put Vel more on the defensive. And by defensive, it was more of an offensively defensive stance.

Some of her rant went in one ear and out the other. He was too busy banging away on his phone in an effort to spin control the bullshit storm she moved their way. He was getting texts from his shipboard friends, and those back home too it seems, on a slowly growing mess of exaggerations and outright lies. So he replied back to them:

No, he isn’t naked in front of Vel.

No, he isn’t showing her his cock.

No, he didn’t just start running around the whole damn ship swinging his pickle and screaming to all ‘I’m Harry Potter Riding my Witch Broom’.

Then she pushed it just a little too far for him to ignore her any longer.

“Pedo!!!! All of a sudden you think you are underaged? You haven’t been jailbait since the Back Street Boys grew facial hair.” He banged away at the phone, throwing another one back to someone else. “Holy Jesus, who did you leave off your mass e-mail? Like the Pope maybe?”

He struggled with responding any more, his fingers tightening to a fist. He just grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head in an attempt to get an excuse to get out of there. “Holy Hell, you chap my hide. All I wanted to do is take a Fucking shower before I went to the pool and leave you here to douche to your heart’s content but then you had to just blow your way in here and …”

His rant stopped when his head popped through the shirt and landed on her. Her minus a few layers. Gone was that god awful woman that was just a bundle of flannel and bitch; and now she was replaced by curves. Curves on a bitch, but curves none the less. She seemed to stop taking off layers, but something in him suggested he wouldn’t seeing a few more go.

“I really need a drink.”

The insults flew like bullets on a battlefield. Sharply Vel felt the sting of the rounds he fired off, digging in deep and causing her to react. She tensed as the jabs wounded nothing more than her pride, it was the only thing really at stake at the moment. The frustration of the moment boiled over and the gloves came off, neither were holding back. But then again, when was there a time that they really did hold back? More often than not one of their mutual friends was there to keep it from going too far, at least until they enjoyed a long laugh over the antics.

“You think I planned on this? You think I was just waiting for you to hop in the shower and ruin your day? I didn’t agree to this shit and having to see your pockmarked, turkey necked, dog ass face isn’t making it any easier!”
Vel’s voice cracked a bit as she went on; there was no holding back now. If she was the type she might go for his eyes, literally. But she wasn’t the physical type; now that the thick layers were removed Gus could easily see she had a curvy frame of sinful proportions. It wasn’t the type of someone who worked out constantly; she wasn’t toned and cut like that.

Well-manicured fingers curled into the hem of her shirt and without another thought she pulled it up and over her head. Underneath she wore another lighter shirt, this one little more than an undershirt that clung to that impressive rack. With the movement those ample breasts jostled and jiggled enticingly, held captive still underneath a thin layer of cotton and a black bra. Her fiery mane rained down over her shoulders once the long sleeved shirt was removed, tossed aside before those bright eyes flashed dangerously once more.

“You ain’t the only one who needs to down a fifth of jack. Lookit. You go your way…I go mine. We’ll figure out some kind of arrangement once you get over your bitchfest,” Vel snorted derisively as she turned and sauntered off towards her bag. She bent at the waist, her jeans clinging to her well rounded backside as she did. She gathered up the bag and hoisted it over her shoulder.

“For now, fuck off so I can change.”

He needed to zip his bag up, place it off to the far corner of the room, and get it in a place that if she fooled with it he would know. He needed to get his shoes on. He needed to find his wallet, room key, and whatever protection he could sneak into his pocket without HER seeing him. Her voice kept rapping at him like a woodpecker digging into his brain.

He sat on the edge of the bed and worked on his shoes.

“It’s going to be damn hard to go our own way, cause I fully intend to need some time without you crawling up my ass, and that ain’t going to happen when we are both in this room. For one thing, unless you are blinded by those …” he waved his hand her way, the first time consciously acknowledging her ample chest before catching himself. “... unless you didn’t notice there is only one bed here. We can’t just ‘go our own way’ when it comes time to sleep. So you better come up with a plan B.”

It was about that time he realized he wasn’t looking at his shoes, but her. Not just her, his eyes didn’t leave those round full breasts punishing that cotton T-shirt she wore. He stared at those beautiful orbs like a man with gold fever spotting a vein in stone. He gritted his teeth swiped at the wallet, and tried to hide that condom sticking out of it. Just in case he spouted off as he reached the door: “I don’t know what you have planned for this cruise but if anyone is fucking anything in that bed … it’s going to be me doing it.”

And with that he tried to slam the door behind him, just to get out of this mess.

“Plan B is you curled up in a fetal position in the hallway,” Vel hissed lowly as she shifted her bag across her shoulder. Those bright eyes flashed dangerously and the look on her beautiful visage spoke volumes even her words could not. Each passing minute was a worthless endeavor, she could get more done by talking to the walls than this jack ass. The very sight of him was just making it worse, Vel couldn’t help but wonder how much provocation she needed before she could sell a justifiable homicide case. Her anger made her heart race, which made her breath faster than normal, which made those more than ample breasts rise and fall all the more obvious.

“The only thing you will be fucking is your own damn hand!” Vel bellowed as he stormed off towards the door, which was shut before she managed to finish her thought. “Be sure to find a tube of Vaseline for your hot date tonight.”

She muttered the last bit, it was too good to hold inside even if she was muttering it just to herself. Vel collapsed onto the edge of the bed once she was alone, taking the moment to calm herself before she started to fully disrobe. She kicked off her shoes, peeled off her jeans and tore off her shirt before she wriggled free of her bra and panties. She didn’t think twice about following in Gus’ footsteps and take a quick shower. Just enough to freshen up before she stepped out and dried off; she decided on a pair of khaki shorts, a tank top and flip flops. It was enough to keep everything contained, yet she felt unsecure without the typical layers she was accustomed to.

Vel paused for a moment to take a look at herself in the mirror, gave her hair a ruffle and her breasts a subtle grope and shift before she snatched up her own wallet and stormed off into the hallway and off to find the bar.

“Did you know that bourbon is only made in a single county in Kentucky? Anywhere else and they can’t call it bourbon. Whisky, scotch, rye, but not bourbon. Did you know that?”

“Ik denk dat hij het over zijn drankje. Hij is leuk maar vervelend,” she replied in Dutch half to him and half the girl next to her. She was a tall thin blonde appearing to be not a day after college.

She started off speaking English, yet the more Gus talked and swirled his glass, the less he seemed to understand. “Yes ma’am, there is nothing that beats a good glass of the old brown Kentucky.”

With a bit of a smirk she said to her friend, “Ik zal wel een excuus te maken, zal hij nooit weten.” To Gus she turned, “I … have .. go now. Then we drinks .. from you, ya?”

“Oh, ya!” Gus jumped, “ya ya, drinks would be from me, sure.”

As the Dutch girls wandered off, he took a few moments to check out the way their bodies moved in the sheer bathing suits, and fought off the itch to just follow and slide his hands along those threads. Once they turned a corner, he felt his eyes wander around the poolside, while he drank in the combination of thinly clad Euro-goddess and the well chilled whiskey he kept pouring down his throat.

“Dude, You Suck at this!”

“Shut it, Jerry,” Gus spit back as his buddy slid up to the seat next to him. “I am just … rusty, you know? It’s been a while since I have been out there.”

“Rusty my ass, you blew it with a girl from Dutchland.”

“You are thinking of Deuchland, not Dutchland. Deuchland is Germany. She said she was from Holland not Germany, that’s a completely different country all together.”

“Here We Go!!,” Jerry interrupted with a woot. “Professor Gus is in the house, you know that it’s going to be a party now!”

“Professor Gus is here?” came along Bob, one of the other guys in their little posse. “What are you spewing on about now? The right way to build a bridge?”

“Cripes, you guys,” Gus tried to respond. “And the only reason I made a deal about that was the way the screwed up that one on I-35.”

Jerry stood and started to look around. “Wait wait, Where’s Velma, we need to get her to argue over this shit with you.”

Gus’s face turned bright read in anger. “Don’t even.”

Bob jumped on at that point. “What’s this I heard you flashed Vel, Gus?”

“I did not …”

Jerry laughed, “you just trying to get under that flannel to see what she is hiding?”

“No … I …”

Bob kept it up, “Maggie told me once she has this massive cup size, you looking forward to getting a hold of those?”

“Yeah,” Jerry piled on, “you gotta think you are waiting to see her in a bathing suit at least, don’t ya Gus?”

“Jesus Shit!” Gus finally blew up. “Enough! It’s bad enough I get stuck in a room with the most annoying person I know, but then you have to go off about her like that? I am not looking at her bra, I don’t care how much you beg. I don’t want to touch the damn thing. And I don’t care how big and firm or How Nice they are … I … I just don’t need it from you two … Is it so much to Ask to Help Me Get Laid?”

There was a pause there as the two guys stared at Gus. Gus realized he was speaking really loud, maybe even shouting, and it wasn’t just his friends that were staring at him following his outburst.

Then Bob gave a little smirk, “So they are nice?”

“So what did it look like?” Lisa asked as she leaned over the armrest of her chair.

“Seriously,” Jessica said with a sigh. “This is the last thing I want to talk about.”

“Me three,” Velma all but grunted as she settled into her chair. They had a spot near the pool, out in the warmth of the sun. It was a foreign and altogether exotic sensation, at least for what was typical this time of year. She should have been relaxing, it shouldn't bother her as much as it did, but for all her efforts (next to none) Vel couldn't let it rest. “Can you believe the fucking nerve of him? He knows we're forced into the same room so he takes a shower. A fucking shower!” Vel spat out the word like it was something vile and disgusting.

“Damn him,” Jessica said sardonically as she looked out over the brim of her dark shades.

“So how big was it?” Lisa asked if they hadn't said anything at all after her first question.

“Ugh! I didn't see anything!” Vel shot Lisa a glare as she curled her fingers about her strawberry daiquiri. Alcohol seemed the logically choice at the moment, rum always solved every problem. Vel placed the straw between her plush lips and drew in heavily. She didn't stop till her head hurt from the cold. With a sigh she set the glass down half empty. Her gaze was hidden behind her own pair of large black sunglasses, which let her glance about with a certain sense of freedom one wasn't normally afforded. She saw Lisa's expression of disappointment and Jessica's of straight indifference. Vel didn't blame her, who wanted to hear that crap about their own sibling?

“Yer such a prude, Vel.” Lisa started in with a smirk. She tensed in her seat and cocked a single brow in the woman's direction. “He isn't that bad if you didn't always push his buttons.”

“Dafuq?” Vel spouted before her mind could even fully register the moment. Though before she could even properly digest it and tear into her friend, a shadow over took them and blocked out the sun momentarily. Vel narrowed her eyes as she gazed up at an undeniably handsome face. There he was, a fit and trim man in his twenties, cut like a model and in nothing but a pair of trunks. That sour expression quickly dissolved and she put on the most charming smile that she could afford. The tingle of alcohol helped a bit with the smooth transition.

Things were starting to look up.

“I don't want to intrude ladies but I wanted to see if I could offer you a drink from the bar.” He said smoothly, in that confident way that some women found charming. Vel wasn't as convinced but he had a cute face so what did it matter?

“I wouldn't mind a refill,” Vel said in her best husky tone, giving her head a tilt as she let her gaze wander over the stud from head to toe. Perhaps she should have been looking at his eyes.

“Well...I actually meant for her...” The man said after an awkward pause. His head inclined towards Lisa, the perky blonde bombshell. Vel deflated in her chair near instantly, even as Lisa giggled and brushed him the man off causally. He went away defeated and Vel sat there fuming. Her pale cheeks burned with indignation and a mutter was on her lips.

“Hey now. Don't feel so bad, Vel. It's all in the attitude. I can give you a pointer if you want,” Lisa teased and twirled her straw. Velma snapped like a twig. With a dramatic huff she pushed up from her chair.

“Oh fuck you!” Vel said, perhaps a little louder than she anticipated. Thankfully there weren't any young impressionable ears to overhear.

“Where are you going?” Jessica called out as Vel started to storm off.

“I need a damn drink,” She called back, leaving her half drank daiquiri on the table forgotten She needed something a stronger to wash down all the shame. Her flip-flops thwacked loudly with each step she took, her stride swift and her bosom jostling with each step. The tank top strained against them, while the khaki shorts did much to keep her covered.

To her utter disappointment she found three familiar faces at the bar. One looked just as disgruntled as she felt, unfortunately she couldn't feel any sympathy for the sour pus on Gus' face. Their presence only made her own glower all the more prevalent. With a contemptuous snort she strode closer, her arms crossing over her chest defensively.

“You got any Wild Turkey or something back there?” She asked as she slid up to the bar, trying her best to ignore the obvious.

After a few more drinks and a few more random discussions, Gus’s nerves finally started to calm. He even felt the ice flows of up north that ran through his veins begin to break free. The guys let up a bit on him, and they fell into conversations like any other weekend mixed in with what they might do around the boat during this cruise. Since the moment they got on the boat, things started to actually turn as sunny as the sky above.

Then the guys clammed up, stiffened, and started to hold back a laugh. Then SHE order a drink from the chair next to him.

Gus turned to face directly forward, not at the guys, not at her. From around him the guys started in.

“Hey Vellll-Ma,” Bob said, accenting her name playfully.

“You are looking, good Velll-Ma, the sun is doing you wonders,” Jerry added quickly. The two went back and forth feeding off each other.

“Yeah, it makes your skin look … what’s the word?”

“Oh what is the word?” Jerry pantamined. He pantomimed that like he was trying to figure it out with his hands, but cupped his hands like a woman cupping her breasts.

“The word the word … you said it before didn’t you, Gus?”

“Yeah, Gus, you said she looked …”

Bob jumped, “Nice!”

“Yeah Nice!”

“Nice, you said the warmth … it made them … or it … Nice”

“No … them.”

Gus lurched, “Jesus Shit guys, lay off of her already.” When he turned to them, they clearly were looking at her chest with grimacing smiles. Why the hell should he care about how they treated her was lost at the moment, but it pissed him off to no end.

Bob laughed, “What!! We just said she looked ..”

“Nice!” Jerry agreed.

“Yeah, Nice!”

“You said it first Gus.”

Bob clapped his hand on Gus’s shoulder. “See Vel, Gus is trying to not be such an ass. Everything he says about you isn’t all bad when you aren’t around.”

“Yeah, he gave you a compliment, a pretty accurate one if you ask me,” Jerry said paying no attention ot Gus.

“You should give him a chance, you never know,” Bob smiled. “You may even find him …”

Jerry paused and then just before busting out laughing he said, “... Nice!”

“Alright!” Gus yelled. “Off!! Get Off!!” He pushed the guys away from the bar. “You’ve had your fun - you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.”

Gus couldn’t even look at Vel, couldn’t even think about looking at her. If it got through the layers of bitch in her head what they were talking about, he was going to have to deal with it for the whole damn cruise. But like a band-aid he stayed at the bar drink and hand, and once more waited for Mount Vel to erupt.

If the trio existed, Vel didn’t react. She tried her very best to not acknowledge their existence, though it didn’t take long at all for them to start in. By then the bartender was pouring her a drink, she let her gaze focus on the glass as she slapped down a few bucks. Her brow twitched and plush lips pressed tightly together, Vel felt a vein throb at her temple. She reached for the glass, just as the two monkies continued on their little jape. They sure thought they were funny, somehow they made Gus and his anger issues all the more appealing. Of course having her toenails ripped off one by one sounded pretty tempting at this point as well. They just seemed to thrive on their agony, Vel made a mental note to pay them back sometime in the future.

Delicate fingers curled about the rim of the glass shortly after the bartender set it down. Jerry and Bob were still going, almost giggling like schoolgirls at this point. Vel lifted the glass and swirled the contents briefly before she tilted her head back and slammed it down in two gulps. It burned beautifully down her throat and churned in her empty stomach, Vel let out a shaky hiss of a sigh before she slammed the glass down and spun on her heels. A snarl drifted past those plush lips and a venomous retort was on the tip of her tongue. But Gus beat her to the punch, his outburst threw her for a loop that caused her to blink and balk for just a second. Vel quickly caught herself, only to let out an unladylike snort.

“For once I agree with the hairy ape. You two clucking like hens up here is enough to drive anyone insane. So fuck off before you end up on this cruise with a few less teeth than you started it with!” Vel rode on Gus’ angry words. She didn’t wait for a reaction, she knew she played right into their hands but god dammit they were annoying as hell. The stiff drink made her stomach burn and already she felt a reassuring tingle starting within. With another snort Vel marched off with sandals flapping loudly. Her fiery mane whipped about her proud shoulders as she stormed off back towards poolside. But she didn’t head back towards her table with the girls, instead she went straight for the pool. Her flipflops were kicked aside and her hands swept out over her sides, only to grasp the front of her shorts and flick the button with her thumb. Slowly she let them fall as she bent at the waist, drawing them down her long legs and revealing her black bikini bottoms. They clung all too greedily to the firm definition of her backside. With a graceful sweeping motion she rose and folded her arms before her chest and peeled that tight-fitting tank top up and over herself. Those ample swells were released, held securely by a matching black bikini top.

Now in the sunlight, Vel revealed herself fully. She was far from the statuesque model type, but her form was lush and sinfully curvy. Her bosom was full and rounded, more than a handful and displayed all too appealingly in her skimpy top. Her core was flat and smooth, not athletically defined by still sleek. It gave way to a svelte waist and shapely hips. How she managed to keep such a stunning figure concealed for so long might have been a mystery if they didn’t live in the frozen tundra. Vel sighed loudly as she dropped her top to the side and causally dipped her foot into the water. With an undeniable sway to those tempting hips she slipped one step at a time into the cool waters, disappearing inch by inch until she was completely submerged.

She lingered for a moment, letting the cool waters envelope her and extinguish the roiling anger that had all but consumed her. Vel kicked out for a brief glide under the waters before she broke the surface and emerged with a flick of shimmering crimson. Vel whipped her damp mane over her shoulders, sending a spray of water behind her as she settled near the edge, beads gleaming temptingly upon her pale flesh.

“Have drinks now, ya?” came the high pitched voice next to Gus.

He jumped and turned. Sitting next to him were the two blonde Dutch girls whom he was trying to get in good with earlier. While they still both wore the amazingly small bikinis they both were draped in light sun shirts. It probably wasn’t because they were chilled, because this caribbean heat loomed even after the sun went down; instead they probably were tired of everyone staring at the way no one had to imagine anything about what lay beneath those suits.
“Ya, ya … drinks,” Gus responded. As he turned back to the bartender to wave him over, Gus immediately noticed how much he really had to drink already. The last few minutes seemed to rush by on him, or is that the last few half hours … when did it get dark anyway. He was watching the pool for most of it, sitting irritated by Vel. For staying in HIS room, for blaming him for walking in on him, for following him to this same pool, for wearing that bikini with the top so small and tight he could see as much on her as he could see on the Dutch girls. “Wha .. What’ya have girls?” he studdard.

The two girls turned to each other and babbled words that only registered a little in Gus’s head:
“Ik wil iets zoet met fruit erin.”
“Nee nee, we zeiden tequila.”

There was a splash behind him, and he watched as once again that bitch emerged from the pool. This time the water causing the bottoms of her suit to crawl up and accent the round beauty of her ass.

“Oke, dan is het tequila shots, gevolgd door zoet.”
“Oke.”
The one nearest to Gus put a hand on his knee, and he nearly jumped to look back to her again. “Tequila shots … us … and you … ya?”

His eyes drooping, he broadened a smile, “sure girls. Trees Teuqilas Port Favor, Bartender.”

They babbled again and laughing, turning back to him then time to time to the pool.
“Zie je wel? Ik zei dat hij ging gewoon kopen voor ons.”
“Hij is te dronken wel, ik wil niet te blijven knoeien met hem.”
“Oke, laten we na deze. Ga dan naar de disco op de achterkant van de boot. Hij zal niet in de gaten.”

Gus started to think it wasn’t fair. Here he was with two drop dead gorgeous Dutch girls. He kept seeing them look towards Vel; obvious Vel must be giving dirty looks or saying something venomous or going off on one of her bitch rants or something. Swimming around like some super model in a suit that would be banned in most of the world, showing off her assets like some …

“She … girlfriend?”

“Huh?” Gus jumped when the far Dutch girl asked.

“Her .. the …” she pointed towards Vel as once again the bitch emerged from the pool in all her glory. “You stare at her like … You watch her.”

“Who? Vel? No … no no no no … no …” Gus kept waving his hands doing his best to reject the very idea. “I mean … no.”

The near one nodded her head with a smile and tried to say in her broken English, “you should … she good girlfriend … very pretty. Like you … old.”

A flush of heat went over his face, more towards anger but possibly something closer to embarrassment. He set about denying it until the shots showed up on the bar. They all let the subject wander off and prepared for the worst shot of tequila in all their lives.

………

The world was spinning, had spun, hadn’t stopped spinning since that clear white poison ran down his gullet so painful that no amount of lime could let him forget that feeling. There’s no telling how much time had passed. No telling if he stopped anywhere. No telling what route he took. His vision was clear enough, though, that the sign on the door clearly matched his room key.

He wandered into the bathroom, and took the grandest leak in his life not even bothering to close the door behind him. When he turned to go back into the room, he just kicked the shorts off at his feet and only bothered to pull the boxer briefs up. Thinking his shirt probably smelt like dead beer, he just dropped that on the floor too.

Quick glass of water, something to keep him hydrated and he was at the point that clarity was coming. Well, maybe not clarity, but stability, something that will keep whatever he ate in the last 24 hours from staying down. He shut off the bathroom light, stumbled a few paces in the darkness, then found the bed falling into it and onto the pillow.

If Vel was in that room, he wouldn’t have even noticed, or for that mattered remembered she was there. All that mattered was that good feeling of being stoned blitzed drunk and wanting nothing more than that soft bed to find.

Vel spent the rest of the night near the pool in various stages of wetness. She kept a steady supply of alcohol at her side, never far was her glass. She traded off between a few hard liquors while she sat in a chair and let herself dry off. It left her head tingling and the pleasant numbness in her limbs, even the tip of her nose. She just wanted to forget about it all, yet the simmering rage was always there just under her skin. Alcohol helped, by the end of it she wasn't entirely sure just how much she had consumed but it was enough to make navigating the hallways a little tricky.

But Vel could handle herself while intoxicated, it wasn't her first time at this rodeo nor would it be the last. She carried a bundle of her clothing under one arm as she stood before the door, using it for support as she leveled the keycard at the slot and squinted.

“Get in there you little fucker. It's your home...don't you want to go home?” She muttered huskily, the tip of her tongue poking out between her lips as she forced all her concentration on the act of slipping the card into the slot.

It only took five minutes and multiple attempts to get the red light to go green. With a all too confident smirk Vel twisted the handle and shoved her way in. She more stumbled in as the weight of the door gave way, having completely forgot that she been leaning against it. Her tanktop and shorts were dropped somewhere in the darkness, her sandals fell off as she stumbled blindly in the dark over the pile of Gus' stuff. She passed his unconscious form in the bed and didn't even notice. More than once she almost busted her ass, angry curses fell past her lips as she slipped out of her bikini and dropped it on the tiled floor of the bathroom. Only as she emerged did she realize just how cold it was. With an over dramatic shiver she reached for her bag and all but ripped it open. The fact it was stuffed full of men's clothing didn't seem to deter her one bit. She pulled out a T-shirt and stuffed it on over her head, that flaming red mane popping out and spilling over her shoulders. It was a tight fit across her chest, subconsciously she tugged at the material and stretched it out as she stumbled towards the bed.

Still she didn't see the rather large lump under the covers, even as she threw them aside and gracelessly tumbled underneath. The warmth was beautiful and welcoming, Vel couldn't help but think just how amazing the bed was compared to her own. It didn't take long at all, once her head hit the pillow she was out like a light, her mind filled with fuzzy dreams as one hand flopped out to the side and came to rest over Gus in a rather sensitive area.

To say Gus slept thought Val’s return is only half true.

The sound of a door pulled Gus out of the kitchen, and immediately he was thrown across town to a wide grass field. He knew everything about the place, but then again, not. It was summer time. They were all at the carnival at the edge of town. He was braced into the Tilt-a-whirl as it spun him in ciricles with nameless strangers on either side of him. The sky was an odd shade of blue, a blue so Not-blue, one would call it pink. Over his head was this pink soft rubber hammer that matched the sky, but not so much pink as it was green, and hammer just kept bounced on his foerhead. He kept winking with each of his eyes, the hammer keeping in pace with his eyelids.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The hammer had a rhythm. It kept bouncing at the same pace.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Gus had to do something about that hammer. It wasn’t painful, it just throbbed to the beat. So he tilted his head back looked up to it
… and sang.
“You threw a wish in the well, don’t ask me I’ll never tell I looked to you as I fell and now you're In - My - Way”
Immediately, the lemon trees that grew out of the center of the tilt-a-whirl jumped up and started dancing with him. Much of the crowd who were looking at different things around the sprung forward and danced hands clasped in a circle around ride, all eyes on Gus.

As Val readied herself for bed, Gus kept sleeping. Even when she crawled into bed and his body rocked as the new person joining him, he remained asleep. The only sign of consciousness was his lips moving to some unheard song.

“I’d trade my soul for a wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss,”
Gus was thrown from the ride, his arms wide as he flew through the air and landing with two feet on teh ground.
“I wasn’t looking for this, but now you're In - My - Way.”
Around him now on the carnival grounds, a whole chorus of tall blonde dutch women in bikinis danced along with his classic shimmy shake dance. One blonde, looking just like the one he tried to drink with that evening walked forward and began running her hands up and down his abs.
“You’re stare was holdin’, ripped jeans skin was showin’, hot night wind was blowin’”
She slid her hand down under the waistband of his boxers and he yelled: “Where’d you think you’re going baby???”

Somewhere in the darkness a hand flopped onto him. In whatever dream he was having, it already had an affect on him, and the touch against his member only accented that need. He grew hard, the shaft pushing thru the gap at the front of his boxers. Instinctively he turned towards her further freeing his cock, and subconsciously


All the blondes were impressed with his wanker as he swung it to the music. He raised his arms and bounced in the grass as tens of them surrounded him. All of their bikinis seemed to disappear and they danced like he did, arms raises and swinging their small cherry topped breasts at all of them.
“Hey I just met you” they all sung, “and this is crazy.”
Only the one that stood in front of him danced differently. She just stood there, her hand on his cock, and remained seductive in the way she moved and turned in front of him.
“But here’s my number…”
She wasn’t signing though. He wasn’t either for that matter. Come to realize no one was signing anymore. The music, the sounds, it all stopped. Things got a bit darker, the skies turned a deeper shade of … well … pink. Somewhere in the nightmare that was this song, it was leaving him hanging. All the girls around him, disappearing too, leaving him hanging. Only the one that stood in front of him remained. Yet even her, with her small hand encircling his penis, it wasn’t even moving. As hard as he was, it wasn’t moving.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The hammer was back. He looked back up to it, and tried to yell, but no words came out. He shook his head in pain, closed his eyes, and lowered his head burying it into her chest.
It was then he started to find piece. They had ballooned to become voluptuous and firm. They were warm, yet soft. He felt peace there with his head lodged into her cleavage.
She spoke: “I will let you touch me there, if you say the words for me. Say the words.”

Gus had leaned his head forward, until the rested on Vel’s clevage. He rested comfortably there with a wide smile, like someone finding peace … between two pillows. In his dreamlike state, he moved his hand forward. It found Vel’s hip under the covers and stroke her soft skin. Slowly it turned over her pelvis, and danced across her exposed pubis. Finally his fingers found the top of her sex and rested. Quietly in his sleep he whispered: “So call me maybe.”

Vel’s night wasn’t filled with odd dreams, half-remembered and lurid, like a bad acid trip. She slept hard and sound, nothing more than dead weight on the mattress. Vel didn’t stir, didn’t switch positions or move, she was very much a shapeless lump under the covers. That was at least until Gus began his unconscious stirring, only then did Vel show more function that a coma victim.

The darkness of her unconsciousness was warm and welcome, like a big loving hug or the sensation of a fluffy bathroom. It was comforting, relaxing, nothing was better at keeping Vel’s mind from wandering than hard liquor. She might have just slept well into the afternoon if it hadn’t been for that gentle attention that started at her chest. It was just a soft pressure, barely existent in the corners of her dormant mind. The faded logo of a band stretched itself tightly across Vel’s impressive bustline, which was now there to cradle Gus’ cheek. Every bit of Vel was real, those ample breasts seemed made for such a maneuver, firm yet undeniably soft and inviting. Vel herself was a little hot box when she slept, one reason she wore nothing but a shirt. She never understood why she got so hot in the middle of the night, despite the many layers of covers and sheets or lack thereof. No doubt that warmth was attractive even to an unconscious mind.

The movement caused Vel to stir, if only slightly, her conscious tried to seek out the world, though the gentle touch only seemed to lull her further into a comfortable rest. Her left arm slid out, away from the erect member and found itself winding about Gus’ head and neck. Slender fingers played in his hair, only to settle down against his scalp to cradle him against her bosom intimately. Only then did images of a big fluffy teddy bear stir in Vel’s subconscious, she was never much for stuffed animals but this one was so very special. Sure he was kind of misshapen, he had an ear missing and one of his glasses eyes was cracked, stuffing poked out from between sagging seems. Yet there was something welcoming about it, an old friend that she had always known. Just one more hug, no one would ever know. He was always such a great hugger, an odd thought as Vel curled in and tightened her arms about the bear.

Vel’s skin was silky smooth to the touch, the curve of her hip firm yet supple all the same. Those fingertips of Gus found her most sensitive of areas, the very touch caused her frame to shift, her thighs to press together and a soft murmur come from deep in her throat. It was a sultry purr, an inviting whisper as it rumbled up and rippled past her plush lips. Those wandering fingers went further, drifting dangerously close to her bare sex, the tuft of well-manicured nether curls above her slit a contrast to her silken flesh. Vel felt her breath catch and the sensation brought out all kinds of lustful thoughts. But…this wasn’t right. Teddy bears didn’t stick their paws in the honey pot…wait…

“Pooh,” Vel grunted and her brows twitched. Her gaze opened up slowly, the dim light shooting right through them and causing a wave of nausea to overtake her. Her hand tightened upon Gus for support, as if the room would start lurching at any minute. It took far too long for Vel’s mind to completely awake and even longer to realize the situation she was currently in.

Her throat tightened and a light squeak broke past her lips. The sound of her own voice, or at least the mutter of such made her head ache, jesus Christ how much did she drink last night?

“Uhhn…fuck me,” Vel hissed as she closed her eyes and tried to bury her head back into the pillow. Her fingers continued to stroke Gus’ hair, all but oblivious that she was even doing it. She vaguely recalled the events of yesterday, the copious amounts of alcohol she consumed…the fight with Gus. Yet she couldn’t remember hitting on a guy or even dragging him back into her room. No, their room. The whole reason she had drank herself unconscious in the first place. Gus. Her entire body tensed as the realization set in, as if she had realized there was a cockroach crawling up her leg. She didn’t want to look, the bile welled up in her throat as her hand tightened in his hair and she looked down.

“Gus!” She inhaled the name, her hand tightening further. It was then she realized the sensation that was sending the shivers up her spine. “…Where the hell are your hands??”

He had woken up at sometime and at sometime after that he figured most of it out. He was tired, dehydrated, and could feel a bit of the easy way that his skin burns in the caribbean sun. Yet his head was far from pounding like he expected, the effects of good bourbon helping a brother out. So when he started to become coherent it was true clarity, not blindness and pain.

Here’s what he knew, that was his God Damn shirt she was wearing, and she was going to get a God Damn earful for stealing his shit.

That anger started to get soothed by the touch of her hand against his head. It was calming to him. It felt good. Sure it was Vel, but she was comforting when she wanted to be. Not so bad of a person. The stroke of her hand in his hair, just made him rest harder into those luscious breasts, and resume the soft stroking on her nethers.

Wait … where was his hand? Where was his head? The bigger question is …. Did They?????

He stiffened in panic. He stopped moving … everything … his hand, his head, … everything.

Ok … Ok … if they did it … then he would know. Not remember, but … know, you know? It’s been weeks since he had any, and he’s taken matters into his own hands enough to know what it feels like the next morning. Besides, if they did it last night, he wouldn’t have an erection.

And there it was … He was lying in bed with the most hated person in Gus’s world. She’s wearing his shirt and apparently nothing else. He had his head buried into her impressive rack. He hand his hand cupping her soft sex. AND he had an erection the size of Florida. The only way this could get any worse is if she was awake.

“Gus! …Where the hell are your hands??”

And there it was.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and didn’t move. He just took a deep breath and just admitted, “I guess ... Those aren’t pillows.”

Vel listened to the words, but they didn't register. It was as if nothing registered at all, her mind, for a very short moment was blank. She didn't move, didn't even breath, as if the moment wasn't real, if she didn't think about it, it just might disappear! But no, they were here, together, in bed, those hands in places they shouldn't be, his head cradled against her bosom. Once the disblief finally subsided (which took a whole five seconds) the first thing that regained a semblance of movement was her throat. Vel swallowed heavily, her throat feeling tight and dry regardless. There was a sharp intake of air, then a deafening silence before that all too familiar voice filled the room.

“Those aren't fucking pillows!!!” Vel all but screamed the words, her hand gripping Gus' hair, if only to use it to push herself away. “You fucking pig! What did you do to me?! I'm going to rip your balls off and-” Vel began a furious assault, her limbs whipping about, legs and arms as she tried to break free. It wasn't as if Gus was clinging to her, but she reacted violently nonetheless. It was all for dramatic effect, the heat on her cheeks was a bright red by the time she managed to push off of him. Her anger was righteous, though as quickly as it came to that beautiful face, it was gone. Quickly it was replaced by a look of surprise and fear.

“Whoa! Gus!” She squealed, her frame suddenly lurching back and away from him. Her legs were a tangle in the sheets and before she could catch herself there was a heavy thud and Vel was gone. How she managed to fall and get tangled in the sheets was beyond anyone's guess, though the position she landed in was just as priceless as the surprise on her face. She was face first, with her legs dangling partially on the bed and that lush, ripe derriere proudly facing Gus, as if Vel was presenting.

“God...dammit!” She gasped, trying to push herself up. Her breasts had broken her fall, kind of, not that it actually didn't make the tumble hurt worse. If only she realized she had given Gus the preview of a lifetime.

The water in the shower was going full bore onto Gus as he had his head buried into corner of the stall. Never had a day gotten off to a bad start so fast and so completely than this one had. Seriously, this is beyond bad, this will be a bad day that will be carved in caves for archeologists to understand why the world ended.

And fuck all did Gus have to start going over the full thing once more in his fucking head - over and over again.

There was only pieces of the dream he had still left over. Carnival rides and naked dutch girls. They were pried away from him by the sudden realization that there was no dutch girls.

Well, Vel was naked, but she wasn’t dutch. At least she probably isn’t … but so gotdam not the point.

He woke up with face buried in those massive tits. Those soft, firm, massive tits. Tits that felt warm and comforting. Like the way she stroked his head before she realized what she was doing. That warm loving embrace. Like the warmth and care he felt coming from her loins. His hand stroking those netherlips that felt like silk lined with downy fur.

“Jesus Shit??? Again??” In the shower Gus looked down at his swollen cock. Banging his forehead against the shower stall, he balled his fists & spat in the hot water circling below. He paced in the shower, since it was basically built for two to share trying to keep his mind off of her. He kept swiping the dropplets off his slightly bronzed shoulder from the day before’s sun and shook his hair free of the water so it sprayed against the wall. It was steamy in the damn room, and he was hoping the cool air would calm down the rigid pole bouncing to his flat stomach.. “Get a hold of yourself,” he said under his breath. “This is fucking Vel. Fucking bitch Vel. Fucking … Fucking …” He slapped the clear glass door making it rattle. “Fucking Vel!”

She was no different that morning. The same Vel. Overblowing everything, screeching and screaming and blowing up over every little thing.

Yeah, this wasn’t little of course. He was outright molesting her in her sleep, but he didn’t know. Not that he would want to do jack to her. She’s the one that went to bed in his t-shirt. ONLY in his t-shirt, leaving that tight body free for his exploring hands. She’s the one that grabbed his hard-on when she was trying to get out of the bed this morning. Sure, it felt nice when she did grab it, and he had to find the urge to push it between those dainty fingers.

But then she had to display it all out for him, falling off the bed and getting all tangled up in the sheets. The next few seconds were like a lifetime. She lay there like she was ready for the taking in a disgusting display off every bit of her sex that any guy would die to see. Gus, not having any of it, jumped up, grabbed the bedsheet, and pulled on it until she flopped to the floor and the sheets loosened up enough to let her go.

“Cover up, will you? And I want my t-shirt back NOT smelling like your cooch!” With that, he stomped to take a gotdamn shower and put this all behind him.

He grabbed the body wash, poured what seemed like half the bottle over his chest letting it ooze over his muscle, and started to rub the soap into his skin. The suds worked their way down his body, and his hands did as well.

That’s the damn thing he can’t get out of his mind, though. That instant, that no more than a second. As he sat up in the bed, she fell out of it. She lay pointed directly away from her, so when her legs dangled open topside, she sex opened up right in front of him like a flower parting for the first taste of spring. In the morning light, he watched as her labia came into view in slow motion. The small lips curved outward symmetrically, the pink of the inner core in contrast to it’s darker surroundings, yet it was the slight appearance of moisture at the entrance that ground into him mind like turning wheat into flour. As her legs parted, it opened up calling to him.

She looked delicious that way.

He felt he could have reached out, slid his hands slowly over the curve of her taut thighs and over the ripe curve of her bottom. He felt he could lean in, extend his tongue to the touch of the pinkness below, and press the tip in to taste that little bit of wetness. He imaged exploring her like a new found land, until his digits could map their way across the entire landscape of her sex.

In the shower, he tried to shake it off again, all he could do is stutter out words of frustration. “Jesus shit, fucking Vel. Fucking, sexy Vel. Beautiful pussy, bitch.” His hand was encircling his member, slickened by the soap. “Why did you have to … grrrrr.”

In his mind, he pictured himself pulling her back on the bed. She lay submissive, breathing hard, no longer fighting to free herself from the blankets. As he slid his tool in from behind her, he imagined it feeling tight and wet. He remembered the smell of her hair as he lay in bed, and the warmth of the body as they lay close, and he placed that in his vision. He imagined his hands sliding under her prone body and caressing her breasts. As unlikely as all of this was, the list likely he let into his imagination the strongest -- she liked it. She liked him. He nuzzled her neck as he ground into her fluttering pussy, working to bring her closer and closer to her climax.

In the shower, his hand was pressed against the glass door, the other sliding and twisting over his stone-like organ. He was lost in the moment completely distant from what will be regret that would surely come later. All there was to him was the feeling he was giving his own member, and the vision of the rival he saw that morning. As the end approach, he hissed, “ohh, yes, Vel, yes!”

Everyone was feeling the wrath of Vel today. It had been funny at first, their friends giggled and poked fun at it all, but after last night, no one was laughing. At least nowhere near Vel. She had banged on Jessica’s door till she opened it up, wide eyed and half asleep. Vel shoved her way in wordless growl, clutching her bag and still wearing little more than Gus’ stretched out shirt. By the time she threw her bag down she began to spout out just how horrible a person was, the fact she felt dirty and soiled, needed a shower and wanted off this godforsaken boat. Never once did she mention the fact the touch was nice, Gus had been far from a groping lewd prick, but at the moment rational thought wasn’t really her thing.

Vel more or less made herself home, at least long enough to take a shower to rid herself of the ‘ick’ of the evening and get properly dressed. She went dumpy today, a T-shirt bigger than the one she stole from Gus and a pair of khaki shorts. She let Gus’ shirt crumbled on the floor, for his sister to return to him whenever she pleased. Vel didn’t care; right now all she wanted was a stiff drink and somewhere to hide. Which is exactly what she did, curled up in a chair in the buffet room. Even this early in the morning people were up and stuffing their faces, Vel had an empty plate in front of her as well as several empty glasses. A few screwdrivers were just want the doctor ordered with breakfast, what better way to get over a hangover than get drunk all over again? None of that actually helped the situation at hand of course, not that Vel wanted to fix anything. She was quite content to stew in her own juices, her mind mulling over what she could remember of last night. It of course only made her all the angrier, which caused her to order another drink that she downed almost instantly. All in all Vel wasn’t a very happy person at the moment, though in her brooding silence she had already started to formulate her vengeance.

“Alright, dumbass, get your shit together.”

Gus stared back at himself in the mirror. His ‘shower time’ took so long that even after putting on some clothes the damn thing was still steamed up. He had on swim trunks with a blue Hawaiian print on them, a simple white tank top, and hemp sandals - the outfit he intended to only take off to bone college girls. Yet the bastard looking back at him in the mirror was far to pathetic and slimey to score anything, let alone that bitch.

“Get - Your Shit - Together!” He was trying to be more convincing, but wasn’t convincing anyone.

He left the room without even a glance around to see if she was still there, let alone her stuff. Maybe it was as much her fault as his, but his internal guilt-o-meter was pegged in the red. He needed to get away. He needed a distraction. He needed to forget all that ever happened, and hope she would too.

Actually he needed bacon!

In his hurry to find something to drink, he never found out where the buffet hall was. Ended up wandering for a while letting his nose drag him around. With the growing hangover and the shitty night sleep, he was hungry enough to eat the whole pig.

“What’s Up Gus-inator?”

Turning to find Bob down the hall coming this way, a bit of relief came over him. “Jeezus, where the hell is breakfast, Bob?”

“Good question, heading that way now.” A slap on they rounded no more than a few short corners and it was there. A smorgusboard of yummy comfort food all laid out perfectly for them. There was bacon wrapped sausage. Bacon pancakes. Bacon flavored butter. Bacon wrapped in bacon and deep fried … in bacon fat. On top of all that … there was the five gallon bucket of … Bacon!! Nothing could ruin this moment for Gus.

“Hey, look,” Bob said, “there’s Vel. Let’s go join her.”