ALICE Ch 332

The dark is absolute. Some crewmembers care about rooms with views, but all Lora needs in her suite is a good set of blackout curtain. She thought that she might feel safer, hidden in deep shadow, but she didn’t consider how it would affect her other senses to be blind.

She doesn’t feel like she’s in bed with a woman; she feels as though she’s floating in space being bathed in cosmic rays of pleasure.

It’s really just Bianca’s warm weight, soft kisses, and a surprisingly thick phallus gliding gently in and out of her. It’s not that big; just bigger than Bianca’s delicate, intensely feminine style would lead one to expect. Meanwhile, Bianca is all tenderness, and maybe too tender. Lora sighs and gasps softly as the blonde pauses to suck her nipple before nuzzling her face and gently pushing in deep.

Lora can’t think. Her hands touch every part of Bianca’s elegant body that they can reach. Every sensation is more intense than it should be. She can feel Bianca’s saliva on her breast where she knows there’s scar tissue, and the condom wrapper is poking her. Lora doesn’t care; she doesn’t want it to end.

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Glynda can’t quite place the last time she felt nerves like this. Probably as a teenager, or perhaps as a young mother. Her swimsuit makes her feel exposed, being physically close to people has never been her favorite, it’s getting late, and the things that this ridiculous pit crew has been talking about have had a predictable effect on a woman who has a nearly perfect record of sleeping alone for the past ten years.

Still, she refuses to run. There’s pride, and something else that she doesn’t fully understand.

Julieta gets to her feet, and the sight of a petite but otherwise unremarkable French brunette standing up in an oddly childish swimsuit should not be as arresting of a sight as it is. Water streams from Julieta as she moves forward, then bends at the waist to bring her face to Ingrid’s chest.

Glynda watches with wide eyes and the other girls clap and cheer as Julieta drinks.

The seconds are long, and while the view of this shapely little French backside is the sort of thing that Faye would no doubt find very interesting, Glynda is unmoved. When Julieta finally straightens, Ingrid’s face is blazing red and she’s glaring at the brunette. Her arms are no longer lifting her bosom; they’re now crossed over it almost protectively. Lotte wears a knowing expression, then looks at Aki with a challenging gaze.

Aki bites her lip as Julieta returns to her place. The atmosphere seems to have changed. Sun is visibly elated. Aki is back to neutrality. Ingrid looks like Glynda feels. Lotte seems triumphant.

Glynda resists the urge to shake her head. What was Annette thinking with these women?