Boat Trick

Morgan - Spring Break 2025

"You have your passport and sunscreen, right?" Ava asked for what had to be the forty-fifth time this morning as she paced around the hotel room.

"Of course." Morgan rolled her eyes and showed off her passport. "It's adorable how flustered you get on vacation." She shook her head at her sister.

"I usually let Mason be the worry wort." Ava sighed as she checked under the bed for any lost socks or wayward charging cables.

"Your husband was very calm this morning." Usually, Mason was the one pacing nervously when they were on trips.

"We were sharing a room, so I couldn't use my typical destress method." Ava grinned as Morgan blushed. "Think he's only calm because I'm not. One of us has to be the level-headed one!"

"How's sharing a cabin for two weeks going to work?" Morgan shook her head. Ava and Mason were busy trying to conceive after their fifth wedding anniversary.

"It's a suite! If it weren't, same as how things worked for Mason and me in college. Watch out for the sock on the door." Ava shrugged.

"Sexiled on my vacation!"

"One that you're going on for free!" Ava giggled. Their parents were financing the excursion for their two girls and Mason.

"I got us a shuttle." Mason walked back into the room. Ava's husband was tall and thickly built. Knowing that he'd played linebacker in high school and a couple of years in college made perfect sense the first time you saw him. Despite his intimidating size, Mason was a teddy bear and treated her sister right. The family liked her choice of mate. Close-clipped dark hair and permanent stubble made him appear more rugged than his office job and laid-back personality.

"Thanks, babe." Ava slid over to him and kissed him on his cheek. There was something nervous about her movements, but Morgan couldn't put her finger on it.

"Can I take your bags?" Mason offered.

"I can get mine, but maybe you should grab Morgan's bag. She hasn't learned to pack light yet."

"You might teach her something about that on the cruise," Mason said as he grabbed Morgan's large suitcase and blushed a little.

Something's going on with these two. Morgan thought but didn't call it out. She was still rattled by pulling a thread a few years ago and accidentally revealing that her sister and now brother-in-law had snuck off for some hanky-panky when they were dating, and he came home with her for family Christmas. Another time, Morgan illuminated the pair's nudist tendencies before they were ready to tell anyone else.

The shuttle only held the three of them as it trundled over to the port. On Morgan's last cruise experience, the transport from the hotel had been standing room only. Maybe we didn't stay at the cruise line's preferred hotel. She tried to reconcile the differences.

"That's the ship?" Morgan asked as the shuttle pulled down the pier. It was substantially smaller than the boat that her family had cruised on a few years ago. Morgan looked at the other piers in the area, and the ship was around the same size. Maybe our last cruise liner was just a giant.

"Smaller and more personalized. Also, all-inclusive this time!" Ava nodded. "This is going to be fun."

There was a line onto the gangway where the captain and crew were checking tickets and documents. Oddly, there were no groups of passengers on the deck getting their bearings before the ship left. People liked to wave goodbye as they left port, and no one was. She'd seen a line of people filtering onto the boat, but no one once embarked.

"Have your passport out. I've got the tickets on my phone." Ava nodded as she tapped her passport on her iPhone to illustrate her point.

"Still don't know why I couldn't put my ticket on my phone." Morgan shook her head. It was odd, but Ava was probably worried that Morgan would lose the phone and her ticket. At least ten years have passed since I lost my phone. Ava never forgot Morgan losing a phone that she begged for after a few months.

"It's fine, baby sister." Ava shut her down. Her tone wasn't typical.

Beyond the crew welcoming them, the view darkened as no one could be seen once they stepped on the ship. Morgan hadn't seen kids or families running around like on her first cruise, but Ava had told her that this excursion was strictly for adults.

"Tickets and passports ready, please."

"Welcome aboard. There's a changing room right inside." The attendant who checked their tickets motioned for them to step inside. "Careful on the main deck until we're at sea."

"Changing room?" Morgan couldn't figure out why it was needed.

"Remember the rules on the ship. They're not optional." The captain gave Morgan a stern glare.

"We signed the paperwork." Ava nodded and shoved Morgan forward.

"Hey, you don't need to be so pushy!" Morgan tutted. She had to walk through the door, and then another before the sight ahead of her stopped her in her tracks. The couple that had ducked in before them was stripping out of their clothes. "What's going on?" Morgan tried to turn around, but Ava and Mason pushed her forward.

"For fuck's sake, Ava! Did you tell her!?" Mason rolled his eyes at his wife.

"Tell me what!?" Morgan felt her heart race. Her fight-or-flight response was choosing to flee, but getting through Mason and down the gangway might not be easy.

"Nope, ripping off the Band-Aid." Ava giggled but also turned beet red, like she'd been caught doing something as a child. The crowd behind them surged forward and forced them into the changing room.

The couple that stepped into the room in front of them were now stark naked. They zipped their clothing in their luggage and headed out the other side, bags dragging behind them.

"It's an all-inclusive cruise with all the fun things I showed you, but it's also a naked excursion, Morgan!" Ava pulled off her top as soon as they got into the changing area. "Hurry up! There's a line."

"My fucking nudist sister!" Morgan fumed. "Did you forge my signature on the paperwork?"

Ava responded with a shrug and a smirk.

"Makes sense why I don't see anyone on the boat. Don't think this state allows public nudity!"

"I remember having a partner in crime before Mason!" Ava stepped out of her yoga pants.

"Sorry, I thought she told you, and you were on board." Mason blushed as he pulled off his T-shirt. He'd evidently been preparing all winter for the cruise, as all the excess flab he had last summer was now toned. "Thought you had to sign the paperwork."

"It's been years, Ava!"

"Exactly! You can either get naked, sis, or go beg to be let off. Two weeks in paradise or spend your time trying to get back home." Ava shrugged out of her bra. Her breast reduction had done wonders for her figure. She'd never been shy before, but now she wanted to show off.

"I can't believe you didn't tell her," Mason grumbled and shook his head.

"She would've weaseled out of having a good time, and she needs this after Tommy!" Ava invoked the name of the bastard ex that had broken Morgan's heart so thoroughly that it was only partial remains half-heartedly stitched together a year later. "Not like you don't see Mason and I comfy all the time." Ava took off her panties and folded her clothes. She'd gotten waxed in the last couple of months.

Mason and Ava were nudists. As long as the guests in their home were aware of their predilections, they did everything in the nude. Morgan had gotten used to it, but being stuck on a ship together was different.

"Should've known you two would find a way..."

"Not like we wouldn't have been naked in our cabin, anyway." Mason shrugged as he stripped the last of his modesty.

"Choose, sis, nude up or jump back on the pier." Ava had a wicked smile as the sound of the gangway retracting echoed through the changing room.

"Shit." Morgan shook her head. Every hint was coming together. The sparse shuttle service, Ava's nervousness, and even her sister's playing coy about parts of preparations. She was probably nervous that she was cutting the shuttle too close.

"Free cruise! You just have to pull your tits out!" Ava laughed as she put her and Mason's clothes in their rolling bag.

"I'm doing this under extreme protest, Ava Duchess!" Morgan invoked her sister's peculiar middle name as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. Her red locks were an instant giveaway that she and Ava were biologically half-sisters, though they never felt that way as they grew up. Morgan's fair skin and red hair didn't come from the same combination of DNA as Ava's eternal tan and raven mane.

"You'll get used to it!" Ava cackled.

"You'll get used to my foot kicking your ass!" Morgan grumbled as she pulled off her shirt. One blessing of having different fathers was that Morgan hadn't gotten the same genes that made Ava's breasts too large and gave her back issues. Morgan's pair were large, without getting outrageous, but still perky.

"Maybe for a day or two, but you'll be thanking me by the time we disembark!"

"Makes sense now that you took me to get waxed." Morgan shook her head. "Thought it was just about looking good in my tiny bikini!" Other groups were moving through the spacious changing room faster than theirs.

"She made me go, too." Mason shook his head. "Apparently, my razor wasn't good enough." Ava and Mason didn't want any stray short and curlies, so they both took care to groom their nethers. Mason shrugged after he pulled off his briefs. Ava was a lucky woman for far more reasons than her husband's endowment, but it didn't hurt.

"There, I'm naked. Happy now?" Morgan threw her hands wide to show off. She wasn't a fan of the bright tan lines, but two weeks of paradise was calling.

"You will be soon. Come on, let's look at the ship! At least the parts we can get to before we get away from civilization."

Coming out of the changing room, there were paths to the staterooms and cabins and others up the stairs that led to the recreation parts of the ship. The three wheeled their luggage to their cabin before exploring. The boat was chocked full of attractive people, mostly in pairs, walking hand in hand through the spacious corridors.

Morgan had been hoping that the suite would have a pair of bedrooms, but the two queens were in the same room. The suite referred to a small sitting room, but there was a spacious bathroom with a sumptuous-looking shower.

Once their things were stowed, Ava led them on the grand tour, or at least most of it. The outer sections of the deck were cordoned off with opaque barriers so as not to break any local public indecency laws. There were a pair of swimming pools. One was in use as walls surrounded it while being open to the sunny skies. This one had a swim-up bar on one side, and groups were putting all-inclusive drinks to the test before they left port.

"This isn't always a nude ship," Ava explained as they looked around. "They lease it from one of the other cruise lines a few times a year." There was a plethora of recreation choices, from pickleball to exercise rooms. "Take a towel everywhere you go. There are stacks in every room if you forget, but always sit on a towel."

"I know the nudist rules." Morgan rolled her eyes. Back in college, she used to participate, but she grew out of it.

"Don't need you embarrassing me around my people," Ava teased.

The ship was much larger than it appeared from the outside, but perhaps Morgan had unfairly compared it to the absolute monster they had cruised on with the whole family a few years ago. The staff was a mixture of clothed, which would break the rules if they were guests, and nude, like the passengers. Though, no matter what, they wore at least the barest of accessories that included a color-coded lanyard and name tag. It looked like anyone handling food had to be clothed, but not the bartenders.

"This is nice and all. However, I'm going to spend my two weeks in the cabin reading," Morgan said at the end of the tour.

"Wait! We need to go get our smart bands!" Ava grabbed her hand and stopped Morgan's retreat.

"Smart bands?" Morgan stopped and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh-huh, you won't want to carry your purse everywhere, and it's how you pay for everything and unlock the cabin."

"I thought it was all-inclusive." Morgan raised the other eyebrow.

"It is, but a quick scan when you order is how they track inventory and make sure that you aren't just handing out drinks. Not everyone paid for the all-inclusive pass like Mom and Dad did," Ava explained. Dad referred to Morgan's biological father, who had raised them both. Ava had never even met the man who gave her half her DNA.

"You can also communicate with it through the ship's network. It's some neat tech." Mason went into a full explanation as they crossed the ship again. He was a gadget nerd.

Morgan spaced out most of Mason's nerding as she took in her surroundings. People were all friendly, smiling and waving. Morgan gave them a courteous wave and a subtle nod. No one seemed to stare or ogle her, but she still felt uncomfortable. Unlike her sister and brother-in-law, Morgan hunched a little and tried to cover her nudity. They were standing tall and proud as they walked.

Once they had their exceptional watches that worked as keys to their cabins and credited their all-inclusive for all purchases, Morgan made good on disappearing into their cabin. She had books to read with her e-reader. Her bed, under the covers, was a comfortable spot. Once they were well away from shore, she spent part of her time out on her cabin's balcony, trying to get her tan lines to fade.

For the first day, Morgan seethed at her lack of agency. I can't believe Ava would surprise me like this. She tried to let go of the anger so she could enjoy the first vacation she'd been on since she started her MBA program. Blowing up at Ava would feel good, but only for a few minutes. She loved her sister even when she made it difficult. It didn't hurt that Ava repeatedly apologized once they were at sea and Mason wasn't in the suite.

Morgan only emerged from the cabin for long enough to take a walk through the ship a few times a day and get food or drinks to take back to her haven. Ava and Mason were rarely in the cabin, out enjoying themselves and flaunting their bodies like it was no big deal. Morgan knew she was attractive, but had no desire to join in the revelry.

On the third day, Ava gave her an ultimatum. "Go out and have some fun, Morgan, or I'll throw you out! You can't spend two weeks in our cabin reading."

"There'll be excursions to go to in a couple of days!" Morgan sighed. The planned excursions off the ship were a mixture of their own private, nude resorts, and other places where the people had to be clothed. Those were the ones that Morgan was looking forward to.

"Well, I won't give you a choice! I'm ovulating, and Mason's going to put a baby in me. I don't think you want to stick around for that."

"Damn it, Ava." Morgan shook her head.

"Don't think you can just go out on the balcony or the other room. The soundproofing is good between the cabins but not within, and Mason makes me scream." Ava gave her a lopsided grin.

"FINE!" Morgan fumed. "I'll give you two a few hours, but that's it!"

Mason was standing awkwardly in the room, with a towel in front of him, but not entirely concealing his excited state. He was blushing hard. "Sorry, my anatomy is kinda stupid, and he knows what's in store for him." He said while looking down at the floor.

"Let me get my book and put on sunscreen before you two grunt at each other."

"Thought you'd need something from in there. That's the only reason I'm not hiding in the bathroom." Mason shook his head, but wouldn't meet Morgan's eyes.

"Good looking out." Morgan forced a laugh as she grabbed her bag, sunscreen, and an extra towel. She couldn't help taking a curious glance in the mirror to check out Mason's endowment. She'd never seen him erect before, and the man thought he was blocking her view. He didn't know about his reflection.

"We'll message you on your smart band when the room's clear." Ava followed Morgan so she could engage the privacy bolt lock.

"And aired out a little, I hope." Morgan laughed.

"Yeah, sure. See you for dinner, then?"

"That thing fits in you?" Morgan whispered to her sister and pointed at Mason as discreetly as she could manage.

"Several times a day, usually. Though it takes effort and screaming, it's the fun kind." Ava gave her a shy grin. "You know not everyone on the boat's taken. You should get out there and enjoy yourself. Have you gotten any since Tommy?"

"No." Morgan blushed. "Don't think I can date in my altogether."

"Your loss. It's hard to hide things in the nude. I met Mason at a naked beach." Ava shrugged. "Now, get out of here so my husband can get me pregnant!" She laughed as she playfully pushed Morgan out the door.

"Well, shit. Guess I'm sexiled." Morgan muttered to herself. She wouldn't wait around and find out if the cabin was as soundproof as her sister thought.

Wandering the massive ship, Morgan looked for the quietest corner where she could be out of the way. She found a booth by the walled-in pool. Although a few people were hanging out in the water, it was far less hectic than the pool out in the sun near the stern. Now that they were away from land, people enjoyed being out in the sun and in view of the open sea.

The booth was a comfortable place to discretely people-watch and get into her fantasy novel that she hadn't had time to read back home. I'll get some sun a little later in the day. She thought. Her fair complexion burned quickly, even with liberal amounts of sunscreen. Morgan was in the shade but had enough warm sea breeze that it felt comfortable.

"Let me have a guess." A British accent pulled Morgan's attention out of her book. At first, she thought she imagined the accent as she was internally using it for characters in her book.

"Huh?"

Morgan looked up to see a gorgeous, tall woman with a skin tone somewhere between caramel and cinnamon. The light pink tint on her lips stood out boldly. She had no tan lines, posh bright pink sunglasses, and a myriad of gold jewelry. There was a loop coming out of her left nostril. Her right arm had a thick bracelet of multiple gold wristlets with her smart band somewhere in the mix. On her left, there was an intricate, curvy piece of jewelry over her biceps.

Each of the woman's small but incredibly shaped and perky breasts was skewered through the black nipple with gold barbells. Her flat, toned stomach had a gold loop at the top of her belly button. It could have been the twin for her nose ring. A glint at the top of the woman's vulva caught Morgan's attention. A pair of barbells sat on either side of the woman's clit, and she was standing in a manner that begged Morgan to stare.

Gold always seemed too flashy for Morgan; she preferred silver or white-gold to the bold look of other precious metals. On this woman's delightful skin tone, gold made the ideal contrast. Even the woman's long, black hair was held in a ponytail by a cage of gold that matched the design on her biceps. A pair of gold gladiator sandals completed the naked ensemble.

Wow, she's hot! A part of Morgan's psyche that had been silent before screamed in her brain. She felt confused by the new feelings.

"I said, let me have a guess." The woman repeated. Morgan hadn't imagined the intriguing accent.

"Guess what?"

"You didn't know this cruise was nude before you got on the ship." The woman giggled. "May I have a seat, or are you waiting for someone?" She motioned to the far side of the corner booth.

"It's a free ship."

"I'm Ella, and you are?" The woman was even elegant in how she sat in the booth, her back straight and posture perfect.

"Morgan."

Ella - That same time

"Lovely name," Ella commented.

"Thanks." Morgan blushed.

Ella's new friend had the stereotypical girl-next-door look. She carried a pound or two of extra weight, likely because of an indoor job, but it looked incredible on the woman. Even slumping behind the table at the booth, Ella could tell that Morgan had a stunning figure. She should be out having a good time, not hiding away like some pariah. Her red hair fell behind her shoulders and went to a blonde at the tips. There was a subtle wave to the locks that gave them extra body.

Morgan had an envy-inducing heft to her spectacular pair of breasts. The areolae were a delicate pink, while her thick nipples were a darker tone. Her round face had a delicate smattering of freckles and intense green eyes. The color of her lip gloss was subtle but unmistakable. The woman was a beauty who didn't yet understand the power she had over men. See if we can change that and find some fun on the boat. Ella thought.

Ella's heart thumped peculiarly, a manner that she'd never felt in the presence of a woman. Something stirred deep within her, focusing on the cute woman in the booth.

"So, was I right?" Ella prodded. When Morgan didn't respond, she continued. "It's the third day, and I know I haven't seen you around the ship yet. I'm kind of a social butterfly."

"You might be." Morgan set her e-reader upside down and turned her delightful green eyes toward Ella.

"I was in that spot once, finding a place to hide since I was stuck on the ship. I even hunched over to hide my body from anyone walking about. I didn't have the cracking set of tits you have, but the hunch was the same. So, who didn't inform you about what the trip was until it was too late?" Ella asked.

"My sister and her husband."

"Ah, sexiled, I presume."

"Uh-huh. You guys have that term in England?" Morgan asked. She was sitting up a little, showing off more, and doing less hiding behind the table.

"Probably, haven't lived there in fifteen years, but we get inundated with Yank media," Ella said, then leaned back to get more comfortable in the booth. "It was my parents the year I graduated from university. The wankers told me they were nudists as we were getting on the boat." Ella hated the way they surprised her, but she'd since embraced the lifestyle.

"That's awkward."

"Innit." Ella nodded in agreement. "Even said 'April Fool's' like it was some elaborate joke, but I was stuck on the boat for a month."

"A month!"

"Yup, long enough that I had to be the one wearing panties by the end."

"Wearing panties?"

"You must've noticed it, Morgan. Only passengers allowed to wear anything are women on their monthlies and only panties."

"Oh, huh? I hadn't noticed." Morgan said.

"You must really have not been out of your cabin." Ella shrugged. "Took my parents three days to tire of me hiding in my cabin. Kicked me out and locked the door until nightfall. I found this very booth, well, not the same. It's a different ship, but it's the same model. I hid until an older lady became my sherpa for a few days. My goal on the ship is to do the same if I see the past version of myself."

"That was nice of her." Morgan's posture continued to change as she was warming up to Ella.

"Started that way, didn't end so nice, but that's for another time. I promised to be the better version of the nude cruise sherpa." Ella squirmed a little as memories replayed in her mind, some good and others that made her feel gross even half a decade later. A filth that wouldn't wash from her no matter how many showers she took.

"Oh, what happened?"

"A lot, but I don't want to get into that with someone I just met." Ella waved away the question. "Half English, one-quarter Pakistani, and one-quarter Indian."

"Huh?" Morgan raised an eyebrow.

"I could see that you were trying to figure out how I got blessed with the stunning skin tone. The subcontinent, by the way, not the old lie that somehow got perpetuated for generations. Columbus couldn't admit that he didn't discover a route to India!" Ella added with a flourish with her hand.

"What?"

"Type of Indian."

"Oh," Morgan giggled. "I'd assumed since half English was a thing."

"Dad was half Indian, and Mom was half Pakistani. It's a real melding of nations. Their attempt at world peace." Ella grinned.

"They take you on another cruise?"

"Nah, they aren't here. I wouldn't have in half my jewelry if they were. They don't need to know I pierced certain things, now do they?" Ella giggled.

"Suppose not. They look stunning on you. Gold's usually a bit much for my eye."

"But it goes well with cinnamon and black hair, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"So, Morgan, done anything fun on the cruise so far?"

"Read about half the first book in this fantasy series." Morgan held up her pink-backed e-reader. "One of those types that you'd be scared to put on the top shelf lest there's an earthquake; it falls and crushes you."

"Reading can be fun, but would you be opposed to doing something a little more? Want to get a massage?" Ella raised an eyebrow.

"Thought you had to book those a few days in advance."

"Months, actually. Just so happens that I have one scheduled."

"I can't take your massage." Morgan shook her head.

"You're not. I scheduled a couple's massage ten months before the cruise, but my dumbass ex-husband decided he liked another woman better than me." Ella stood and offered a hand to Morgan. "Figured we can get to know each other a little better while Heidi and Estaban work us over."

"Ex-husband? You look too young for that." Morgan stood beside her. The woman was only a couple of inches shorter than Ella's tall height.

"Twenty-seven." Ella shrugged.

"Wow, would've pegged you for twenty-two, max."

"I did say my parents took me on my first cruise after university." Ella raised an eyebrow.

"Figured that might happen at a younger age in England or something."

"Did graduate half a semester early. Went to an Ivy League in the States." Ella didn't want to get too far into her academic career, as she was doing nothing related to the degree.

"Huh."

"You're what, twenty-one? I know you have to be old enough to drink in the States to get on the ship."

"Twenty-five. My parents paid for this cruise to celebrate my graduating master's school and a late honeymoon for my sister and her husband."

"Sharing a cabin on their honeymoon?" Ella stopped and looked at Morgan as they walked through the corridors of the ship.

"They've been married for five years." Morgan shrugged. "Didn't have the time or money when they got married. Had to do a staycation honeymoon. Really weird when Mason and Ava are working on a baby, though. She handled the arrangements. I hear the choice was between two small cabins or one suite with a balcony. My parents have no idea that it's a nude cruise."

The woman was a beauty, even if she didn't know it. Ella tried to stand with confidence, hoping it would be infectious, and it appeared to be working. Morgan had a flat tummy, shapely hips, and a smoothly waxed pussy that looked cute with delicate tan lines that showed she preferred a tiny bikini when hanging around a pool. Her bum, though, was her best feature. Guys wouldn't stand a chance if she got some confidence. Gals either.

"At least you didn't show up for the cruise with a full fucking shag carpet down here." Ella circled her crotch as she ruefully laughed. "Took care of it with a razor in the shower in a jiffy, but had to walk through the ship to get to that. Mum gave me a cross look when I took it all off."

"I couldn't imagine!" Morgan blushed in empathy.

"Why do you think I wasn't faffing about getting through the ship!? But yeah, I told my mum she should've given me a warning. There's a reason she's always waxed now." Ella circled her crotch again to show which she was referring to.

"Ava insisted I get waxed before the cruise. I usually like a little strip of red, so guys I bring home know the red hair's natural."

"It's gorgeous either way." Ella blushed slightly. She wasn't typically into girls, but Morgan was triggering something new in her. "Would you prefer Heidi or Esteban?"

"Either would work for me; take your preference. I'm the one glomming on to your appointment."

"Damn, I was hoping you'd want one more than the other. I was having trouble deciding."

"Flip a coin?"

"Aces." Ella smiled as Morgan fished one out of the tote she was carrying with her.

"Heads Estaban, tails Heidi?" Morgan asked with an adorable smirk.

"For whom?" Ella clarified before Morgan flipped it.

"You're the one that can't decide."

"Go for it then."

Morgan flipped the coin, caught it, and slapped it on her wrist. "Sure you don't have a preference?" She held her hand down. "My grandpa always said the coin flip clarified what you want while it's in midair."

"Smart man, but I genuinely have no preference."

"Okay, looks like you get Heidi, and I get Esteban."

"Cheers." Ella grinned and nodded.

It took a few minutes to get into the appointment and onto the massage tables. The woman who checked them in knew Ella well and didn't sound convinced that Morgan was there for a couple's massage with her, but didn't mind a pair of friends taking the time slot.

"What do you do so that you can afford a two-week cruise often, Ella?" Morgan asked as Esteban worked her over.

"I'm a sculptor, a rather successful one at that. Went to school for business, but my heart wasn't in it. I know I have an advantage that my parents were well connected, but I'd like to think I'm making it on my own now. Oh! Right there, Heidi." The masseuse was pushing deep into a knot on her back.

"Oh, wow. That's impressive, Ella."

"What do you do, Morgan?"

"Just got my MBA. Trying to use it for good." Morgan blushed.

"I wasn't calling out all business, Morgan. It just wasn't for me, although it probably helps me with selling my works."

"I know. I get defensive whenever I explain I have an MBA. People our age think of the guy that comes in and suggests layoffs to make the short-term numbers go up." Morgan sighed. "Trying to do the opposite and make my company healthy for the long-term."

The pair talked about a wide variety of topics during their hour-long massage. Morgan was funny and gained confidence as they spoke. She's going to be a force of nature once she realizes the power she has over men. Ella thought for a moment. And women, apparently.

"Oh," Morgan commented as they were walking back to the less busy pool. "Looks like my sister's finished getting filled." She giggled at her crass wording. Her blush seemed to highlight her freckles.

"You going back into hiding?" Ella asked, hoping that Morgan wanted to hang out some more.

"Nah, seems like there's fun to be had. Would like to go change shoes, though. Didn't realize I'd be walking all over the ship."

"You want to grab some early dinner and a few bevs?" Ella suggested.

"Sure, maybe you could tell me what happened on your first cruise." Morgan grinned.

"If you agree to go on the prowl on the dance floor afterward. If I do something scary, you gotta do the same." Ella dared Morgan with a toothy grin.

"Dancing? Naked? Is the story that bad?" Morgan swallowed visibly.

"It was a double-edged sword, but yeah, kinda." Ella blew out a long breath.

"Alright, deal, Miss Ella." Morgan held up her smart band. "Exchange contacts so I can find you? Or do you want to wait here?"

"It's Mrs. Ella." Ella corrected and winced. The dissolution of her marriage still hurt. She'd been head over heels for him, but he evidently never felt the same. She pushed a button and tapped her smart band on Morgan's. "Capital idea. I'll go grab us a reservation."

"Funny, I don't see a ring." Morgan smiled, then waved and pranced away on her thongs. Ella was happy for her mirrored sunglasses as she watched every sexy jiggle of the beauty's bottom as she retreated.

You don't like girls like that. Ella tried to tell herself that she was only helping a new friend who was in the same position she was in half a decade ago, but she didn't have the same dark motives. Right? Ella couldn't be sure that there was something besides friendship, and trusting herself violated her most ardent rule. That's the first thing I tell Morgan. She nodded at her reflection as she went to grab a reservation at her favorite restaurant on the ship.

Better check into two in case Morgan doesn't like sushi. It was early enough that the pair would probably have a choice of anything, but Ella wanted to give her new friend a choice.

Morgan - A few minutes later

Ella's fun. Morgan thought as she plodded through the halls in her flip-flops. She's also impossibly beautiful. A twinge of a thought echoed in Morgan's head. She was suddenly thinking about her interest in a woman for the first time in her life and simultaneously deciding that the exotic sculptor was out of her league.

When Morgan opened the door to her cabin and stepped through a tiny sitting area that made it somehow a suite, she heard an inane reality show playing on the TV. Mason must be out. He hated reality TV, so when Ava watched it, he was elsewhere working on a hobby, such as hunting, fishing, or working his way through restoring a Mustang from the eighties.

Morgan was not expecting to walk in on her sister lying on one end of her bed, head hanging over the edge. She was watching the TV upside down. The comforter and pillows looked like a grenade had hit them, and they were carelessly hanging off both the bed and chair. Ava's legs were up and on either side of her body, her waxed pussy on full display.

"What are you doing?" Morgan cocked an eyebrow.

"Internet says if I put my legs up for a half hour after we finished, it can keep Mason's sperm closer to my egg," Ava said, then giggled. "I don't believe it, but we've been trying for months, and I'm getting desperate."

"Okay, then." Morgan shrugged.

"If I don't get pregnant this month, we're going to a fertility specialist, but we wanted to give it the best shot at our most relaxed. It's..."

"It's what? Dear sister."

"It's part of the reason for the trickery."

"The fuck's that mean?"

"I've been worried about you, Morgan." Ava stared at her with a softness in her eyes. "Probably my biggest worry, other than being scared about not being able to start a family. You finished your MBA, but you haven't seemed like yourself in a year."

"So, you thought haranguing me into a nude cruise without prior knowledge would be a good idea?" Morgan's anger bubbled up again.

"Sort of..." Ava shook her head. "I was thinking about these things that you lost during your time with Tommy, and you were always happier without your clothes." Her smile was slightly off-kilter, upside down.

"Maybe." Morgan winced. "You could've convinced me instead of surprising me."

"Believe me, I considered it, but you've been blowing me off to sulk for almost a year. This was my only chance, at least in my mind."

"I know you meant well, Ava, but I'm going to be mad at you for a while, even if I'm begging the universe for you and Mason to finally start your family."

"I'll bet you wanted to get it out any time you and Tommy finished." Ava swerved the conversation with a smirk.

"He never finished in me. At least not while he wasn't wearing a condom, and even then, it was an accident. I was always trying to avoid getting knocked up."

"Someday, you'll want your own little clone."

"Well, down the road, maybe. Gotta find the right partner first." Morgan tried not to focus on saying, partner. She would always say man before. Ella has me flustered for no reason. She's pretty, but she was married to a guy, stupid. She silently admonished herself.

"It'll happen sooner than you think, sister, my dear."

"Where is your partner?"

"Picking up dinner for us so we can go dancing or go to a show later."

"Don't let me stop you. I'm going to hang out with a friend. If you two need to top up, send me a text. I'll avoid the place for a while."

"Sorry, sis, I really thought a suite would mean two bedrooms!" Ava shook her head.

"This you're apologizing for, but not the surprise nude cruise?" Morgan asked as she pulled her overstuffed bag from the closet. She'd brought three pairs of shoes with her besides the tennis shoes she wore on to the boat. Her heels were cute, but not great for dancing, at least not for long. She had a pair of dressy flats that would do the job.

"Who's this friend? Someone to make you get over your ex-fiancé?"

"Don't get your hopes up. It's a woman." Morgan tried to tamp down her sister's runaway imagination.

"As long as she's cute enough for my baby sister, I don't care." Ava giggled.

Would she support me? Morgan questioned. Ella was cute enough for her. She wasn't just out of her league, though; she was orders of magnitude out of bounds.

"Well, I'm going to go get some dinner and hang out with Ella. Then we're going to find some guys to dance with, if we can." Morgan pulled the small jewelry box from her suitcase. It wouldn't compare to the gold that adorned Ella, but she had a diamond and garnet pendant necklace. With the matching earrings, it looked cute on Morgan.

"Tell me about her," Ava ordered before her watch chimed. "That's a half hour." She twisted and sat up on the end of her bed.

"Twenty-seven, tall, caramel-colored skin. A lot of piercings and jewelry. Posh English accent."

"Oh, those are dangerous, Mor," Ava smirked. "English exchange student my freshman year on a softball trip. I had a lot of sex between games."

Morgan gave her a bewildered look.

"What!? There was a time before Mason!"

"Like a semester!"

"A semester and a half. Spring break, to be exact. We were just sex buddies for another year and a half after that. Took him a while to ask me on a genuine date, and I wasn't monogamous until he did." Ava shrugged. "Some of the road series ended in orgies, though Mason was the star of one of those! Come to think of it, we were the stars of the orgy. Just me and Mason. Suppose it wasn't much of an orgy then, at least not for us." Ava proudly smiled. "Find you one that's not scared to have sex with you alone with an entire naked, horny softball team on offer."

"Damn, you were wild, sis."

"Still am. I just have a permanent co-star now, and I couldn't be happier. The softball team had to settle for going lesbian for that orgy. I only participated once when pussy was on offer. It was fun having several girls tend to me for my first time with women, but it's not for me. I'm glad I tried, so I know." Ava fixed her brown eyes on Morgan. They seemed to pierce her like she could decipher the simmering feelings Morgan had for Ella. "You better get to dinner before someone else scoops her up."

"I will."

"Have fun! That's why we're here!"

"That better be your comforter! You're dripping, Ava!" Morgan pointed out the mess her sister was making since she sat up.

"Oops." Ava giggled. "Mason had better top me up when he gets back!"

"Pretty sure that's not quite how that works, but don't let facts stop you from having a fun time."

Morgan left her bag and book and only took her smart band with her. She had a feeling that she wouldn't need anything else to entertain her.

'Where do you want me to meet you?' Morgan tapped out on her smart band and sent it to Ella.

'Sushi place? It's my favorite. Unless that scares your Midwest sensibilities.'

'Sounds good, but is the fish fresh?'

'Dropped off by a tender this morning. It's the best place on the boat!!!' Ella's three exclamation points sold Morgan.

'See you there in five minutes.' The autocomplete of the smart bands encouraged entire sentences and didn't allow emoji, which irked Ava and delighted Morgan. Not that she was opposed to emojis, but making her sister mildly irritated made Morgan chuckle.

As she wound her way through the ship this time, Morgan couldn't help walking a little more upright. She was no longer trying to stay in the shadows. It didn't feel necessary. Something about Ella's positive attitude was rubbing off on Morgan profoundly.

Rounding her way up the grand staircase, Morgan paused when she saw Ella. There was no mistaking her bracelets and other jewelry or her cinnamon skin, even if this was Morgan's first decent look at her backside. It was round and toned, with the barest hint of her pink pussy showing between her parted legs. Holy Shit! I want to take a bite out of that. Morgan shook her head. I'm not a lesbian. She told herself as she quickly hopped up the last stairs.

"Ella!" Morgan yelled and waved before she got caught standing and staring.

"Morgan!" Ella spun around on her gladiator sandals with a slight heel. "Thought you would've taken the lift." She pointed over her shoulder.

"Nope. Got stuck in one for an hour as a teenager and avoid elevators like the plague. Unless there are more than a dozen floors, I'm walking if I can."

"Now your strong glutes make sense." Ella chuckled with a daring smirk. "Oh, wow! I like the necklace and earrings. That's an ace color with your hair and eyes! Like the blonde at the tips."

"Thanks. Went for something different. I thought if you accessorized, I should, too." Morgan did a little shimmy, unconcerned about being seen by others. All that mattered was winning a tiny grin from Ella.

"I like confident Morgan." Ella smiled. "Let's eat some scrummy sushi and get a little sloshed." She motioned for Morgan to follow her.

Morgan stayed a step behind her, wanting to watch her incredible rump in motion but not look too obvious. You've never watched a girl's bum before. Morgan tried to shake herself out of her stupor, but the subtle heel on Ella's gladiator sandals made her sway in a hypnotizing manner.

"Was I right about being from the Midwest?" Ella spun around as they walked.

Did she catch me? Morgan tried to respond quickly and not make things awkward. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"It's the accent. Think I could even narrow it down further if you'd let me." Ella's taunting smile was incandescent. "This is our table. In the back, not to hide you, but my story is rather salacious. Can't have it overheard by just anyone."

"You don't have to."

"Codswallow." Ella slid into the booth and motioned for Morgan to take the opposite seat.

"Huh? Not familiar with that Britishism." Morgan took a seat and looked into Ella's killer pair of amber-brown eyes.

"Means nonsense. I promised to do something scary if you do. I keep a promise." Ella nodded and handed over a menu.

"Guess away as far as where in the Midwest."

"I don't hear any ya'betchas, so more of the southern range of the Midwest."

"Maybe I'm hiding them to keep you guessing." Morgan shrugged.

"Kansas, Missouri, Nebraska, or Iowa?"

"You're good, Ella. It's one of those."

"Hmm... I'm going to guess, and it's just a wag."

"What's a wag?"

"Something dog's tails do, or a wild-ass guess. You want a cosmo?"

"Never had one, but this cruise is for trying new things, right?"

"Been my experience, though I recommend some guardrails. Mind your p's and q's and all that." Ella made a motion with her hand. But Morgan had to resist watching the way it made her little breasts move. "Iowa." She grinned.

"Yes! Des Moines, actually. You're excellent, Misses Ella."

"It's Arkwright if you need to throw out a last name. Though, use a Miss with that as my mum is the Misses."

"Carswell for me. Arkwright sounds very British."

"Dunnit. Anything with tuna or tempura is the tits here."

"Is that another Britishism?"

"Nah, just inspired by the brill pair sitting across from me," Ella winked.

They made their order when the waitress popped by with their drinks, and Morgan let Ella down most of her cosmo before she prodded her for her story on the first time she was on the cruise.

"Sure, I'll tell you everything, but first, I need to tell you my mantra. It's come to me as of late, but it doesn't make it any less true."

"What's that, Miss Arkwright?"

"Never trust an artist." The professed sculptor leaned back with a wry smirk on her pink-stained lips.

Ella - That same time

Morgan came back with a boost to her confidence. Ella smiled as her new friend processed her words. The garnet necklace and matching earrings were simply stunning on her. How they brought in the heat from her dark red hair and complemented her eyes was intriguing. The necklace also hung low, bringing Ella's vision delightfully to Morgan's round, perky breasts. It helped that Morgan was no longer slouching and didn't look frightened of being seen.

"Wait, you're an artist. Am I not supposed to trust you?"

"I didn't use a qualifier, did I?" Ella sighed. It extends to not trusting myself. She hid the wince at the thought. "I don't mean to impugn all artists, but I had my run-ins with a pair that shaped my young adult life." She wasn't sure if she could trust herself and the new feelings that were brewing about the beauty she had spent the afternoon with.

"Okay, I know about the ex-husband, but was the other the woman that was your cruise sherpa?"

"Yup. My ex-husband was a modern artist who caught my eye. I fell fast and hard for him. Perhaps I should have known that he would even think that his marriage was ephemeral." Ella shook her head. "Blindsided me when I came home, hoping to broach the topic of starting a family. He told me he was fucking the curator at the museum." She downed the rest of her cosmo. "What about you? Any relationship land mines I should avoid asking about?"

"I didn't get married, but I was six months from the altar. My then fiancé was opening his new dental practice, and I wanted to surprise him with lunch." Morgan shook her head. "Dumb bastard gave me the code for the door at his practice, so I snuck in, hoping to give him a thrill, but he was already getting one."

"Cheating?" If Morgan could be perceptive, so could she.

"With the dental hygienist that was fresh out of school. They were doing things with the chair that I assume would give the inspector, who was supposed to be coming through in a few days, an aneurysm. Didn't even have the decency to wear a damn condom. We never went without!" Morgan set her jaw as tears welled in her eyes. "He also had his favorite sub sandwich to clean out of the new carpet, and I may have broken a TV screen when I hurled my engagement ring at him and missed."

"Ouch."

"Yup. That was a year ago yesterday." Morgan sighed. "I haven't even worked myself up to dating since. Think you can add rat-faced dentists to the lists of people not to trust?"

"Noted, but my mantra only extends to artists for now. I'll have to mark something special down for him elsewhere. How long did you date?"

"Since my twenty-first birthday." Morgan sighed. "I was out on the town for my birthday and his dentist cohort at the university was out celebrating a milestone. Our groups merged at the club. Tommy was older, handsome, safe, and mature. At least, I thought. Think I was just redhead arm candy for him, though." Her lips curled into a snarl.

"So, you're twenty-five now, and if it was a year ago that you figured out he was cheating, you dated for three years?"

"Uh-huh. Dated for two, engaged for one before he fucked someone else."

"Anyone other broken hearts before the dumb cunt? Oops, you Yanks think that's too harsh." Ella blushed.

"No, he deserves it. Go full Brit on him." Morgan flashed the briefest of smiles as she held back tears. "I was a serial monogamist before him. Dated four guys total. Not a lot to say about the others. Just didn't work out."

Four guys. A bit of logic screamed in Ella's head. There was no mention of girls in that. Don't get your hopes up. Besides, you wouldn't know what to do with her if you made a move, and she was amenable. Ella kept her face placid as thoughts roiled her mind.

"Pretty similar for me, other than my time on cruise ships. Only had three lovers outside the confines of a cruise. Most of my experience comes from the first cruise, though there have been other adventures on different ships." Ella nodded. Her cruises let her break out of her shell.

"So, what type of artist was the woman on the first cruise?"

"A photographer." Ella sneered. "Don't mean to unfairly make it seem like all photogs are dodgy, and it also put me on another life path, but she was poison dressed up like an indulgent slice of cake."

"Want another?" Morgan held up her mostly empty glass.

"Please, make sure it's just one more, though. Don't need to get sloppy when I'm trying to show you the sights on the ship."

Morgan flagged down their attentive waitress and ordered another pair of cosmos. They each had to tap their wrist on the tablet to take the order to ensure that they were both all-inclusive passengers.

"Never trust an artist isn't so much about artists being perjurers. It's about not understanding what they want."

"Huh?"

"Some people think artists are some special breed that isn't driven by the same things as everyone else. Money, sex, and fame drive us as much as anyone else, not looking for beauty, though that is an urge to. But bringing something beautiful into the world isn't everyone's goal."

"We all have things we want or need to survive." Morgan nodded.

"Perhaps I'm a bit cynical, as I've seen the darker side of the art world in the last few years." Ella sighed. "Again, never trust artists. We might not know exactly what we think of things, either." She gave a short, mirthless laugh. "Art somehow takes on special properties in peoples' minds. Like it can't be judged or always comes from a place of beauty. That's not always the case."

"Think we've gotten off topic. Tell me about your first cruise."

"Before that cruise, I had plenty of experience, but just with one chap at university. Didn't have the charisma I do now back then." Ella made a quick dance move in her bench seat. Morgan's green eyes followed her moving tits. "We broke up over spring break. Found out that his parents disapproved of him dating the girl from the 'third world country.'" She couldn't help the acid in her words. "And the dumbass took their side!"

"Not that there should be anything wrong if you were from anywhere else. That's a shitty thing to say to anyone! But you're from fucking England!" Morgan shouted with a flash of anger in her eyes.

"I know, right? Bad part for those wankers was I didn't look like daughter-in-law material."

"Guess that was the reason for the shag carpet when the cruise came around."

"Uh-huh. Thought I was going to see some NASA shit, not go on a month-long naked cruise!"

"Damn." Morgan giggled, and it was a musical sound in Ella's head. "A posh British nerd? How come you don't have guys lined up?"

"I could, but I'm looking for the right one after the last dumbass." Ella shook her head. "I went for quantity instead of quality on my first cruise. It didn't make me any happier."

"Thanks, Roberta." Morgan grabbed their drinks from the waitress as she came by. "Story before sushi?"

Ella had known their current waitress from previous cruises, but she didn't mention it to Morgan. Instead, she observed how her new friend treated the waitress. Morgan read the name tag and spoke to her respectfully. It was another plus in Ella's mind. Ella discreetly gave Roberta a nod and a wink of acknowledgement to the woman.

"Yeah, sounds like a blinding idea."

"Give us a minute, Roberta. Let us know if we're taking up too much time in this booth."

"We're not too busy. Take your time, ladies. You're cute together." The waitress beamed and turned around.

"We're not..." Morgan tried to explain, but Roberta was already gone. She shrugged as she blushed. "So, back to the cruise." She wanted to play it off like nothing happened.

"Third day." Ella played along. "Mum and Dad kicked me out of the cabin, so I had to socialize."

"Mum! My favorite Britishism yet."

"Sounds better than mom." Ella did her best imitation of an American accent.

"Oh, I agree." Morgan gave a radiant smile.

It was so close to the waitress's comment that Ella's brain buzzed with possibilities, but she shook it off to continue. "It wasn't the same ship as we're on this time, but it had a similar pool where I could hide in a corner booth and read. That's where Kimberly found me."

"The photographer?"

"Uh-huh. She was older, forty-five, maybe a touch beyond, but she asked me if it was my first naked cruise and then said I reminded her of her youngest daughter." Ella's stomach churned, knowing how things with Kimberly would end a few days later. "Showed me the sights and explained the hidden things going on around the boat. I plan on showing you a few of those tonight." She smiled, forcing memories of that cruise out to enjoy her present company.

"Oh, there're plans other than finding some guys to dance with?"

"Of course. Now, this tale is going to get extraordinarily bawdy from here on. Let me know if it gets to be too much."

"I'm not a prude, Ella." Morgan grimaced. "If it's germane to the story, I need to hear it."

"I'll hold you to that, Morgan." Ella nodded. "I hung out with Kimberly for a few days, anything to keep away from my cabin for as much of the day as possible. I was pissed off at my parents and didn't need to see them enjoying being nudists."

"Yeah, being here with my sister is weird enough."

"Nudism may run in my family, but I don't need it to be a bonding event with my folks."

"Only child?"

"Yep. They tried for more but only got me."

"I have an older sister and a younger brother. Ian's almost seven years younger. He's just going into college this fall."

"I much prefer autumn to fall."

"Autumn sounds better in your accent, but I got you off-topic."

"Yeah, revisiting tough topics, but it was a necessary week for me to go from being a good girl and going into business because that was what my parents expected me to be, to me becoming an artist. Kimberly had an ulterior motive. A photo that she wanted was stuck in her head, but I wouldn't know that for a few more days when I helped her model that image. It wasn't in the exact form she wanted, but enough to push me out of my shell."

Ella picked up her cosmo and gulped down some more. "I can understand the pull of needing to get a specific image or project complete, but it was too far. Sometimes, I get fixated on creating a project, and it's difficult to do anything else."

"Doesn't give someone an excuse to mistreat people." Morgan frowned.

"Kimberly and I bonded over art. It was a passion that I had hidden from my parents. Ceramics and sculpture were what I loved to do, but I was too scared to tell my parents. They would've been supportive." Ella sighed. She could've taken an easier path to reach where her life had gone.

"On our third day of hanging out, we arrived at the first of a couple of private islands on the cruise. Speaking of which, we'll arrive at one of those on this cruise in two days. Want me to show you the sights there, too?" Ella tried not to sound too hopeful.

"I don't know. I might get bored with you by then." Morgan teased.

"I can assure you that you won't."

"Well, someone told me not to trust artists," Morgan smirked before taking a sip of her cosmo.

"Smart woman. Well, we spent two days on the first island. The first day, Kimberly brought her camera out with her. Cameras aren't allowed on the ship, but on excursions, you can take them and your phone. She warmed me up slowly before she asked if I wanted to be in the pictures. I allowed it as long as my face wasn't in them. Kimberly wanted pictures of the cinnamon-colored girl on the white sand beaches for the contrast."

"Sounds a little daring, but innocuous so far."

"It was, but Kimberly was easing me into her ultimate goal and my sexual awakening." Ella gulped. She was worried that Morgan wouldn't think fondly about how she behaved the following day and the weeks after that. "That night, she showed me another secret of the island, the orgy that occurs at a hidden cove, and introduced me to her husband, Alan." She shook her head.

"It had all been a setup. Kimberly and Alan were only on the ship for a week this time, and she needed something from me on their penultimate day. She wanted to show me a hidden beach on the island, and this time, Alan came along. I'll admit the beach is gorgeous, but that wasn't the goal. Showing me the hidden sex all around me had made me randy."

"You were young and had only been with one guy. Can't really blame you for getting horny." Morgan had pain in her eyes, no doubt guessing the turn the story was taking.

"That would all change on the cruise. Alan was merely the trigger on my sexual awakening." Ella shook her head. "Alone on the beach with the two, I was again the subject of Kimberly's lens when she propositioned me and told me the picture that she was dying to have. Well, photos. She had several she wanted along the way to her goal."

"What'd they do?"

"It was simple. Did I want to have sex with her husband? He was a good-looking bloke for being in his early fifties, so I asked if he had a condom. They had an entire box in the camera bag, though I suspect they would've rather gone without. Kimberly was obsessed by the contrast of our skin tones as we came together. Again, their fucking kids were older than me!" A shiver passed through Ella.

"Weird." Morgan shook her head, but her body language didn't close off.

"The sex was stellar. There's something to be said about experience, even if his endowment wasn't anything to write home about. I didn't..." Ella blushed. When she told the story to other people, she left out a part of it.

"You didn't what?"

"I'd never had... I had a boyfriend for three years at university..." Ella babbled.

"You're not explaining." Morgan reached across the table and put her hand on Ella's, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"You're going to think me daft."

"It's possible." Morgan shrugged. She was straddling a line of injecting levity and being supportive.

"I'd never had an orgasm before that day in the sand. Sex with my boyfriend was fun enough, but I never got the screaming and leg-shaking release until that day."

"You poor girl, no toys?"

"Not before the cruise. Masturbation had no goal before then." Ella shrugged. "I have a full toy chest now. Even brought the greatest hits with me on this trip." She smirked.

"Good to be prepared. I only brought a little bullet vibe with me." Morgan sighed.

"Poor girl. My library can be checked out if you can be trusted to keep them in good order." Ella winked at her new friend.

"Think we're getting off-topic again." Morgan blushed. Ella wanted to know the perverted thoughts running through her mind.

"You have that effect on me," Ella giggled. "So, I had sex on the sand with Alan. His wife not only watched but took photos and posed us. I screamed and writhed in pleasure as this old guy plowed me again and again. I tried every position imaginable. On the rocks, in the sand, pushed against a tree as the beach gave way to the rainforest, and even in the surf, he fucked me hard. I was his plaything."

"Sounds like you had fun, at least."

"I did. It was the ending and aftermath that colour the situation. While I was delirious from a series of climaxes, Kimberly told me the photo she was stuck on from the moment she saw my cinnamon skin. That was all the encounter was for her; it had nothing to do with me or my personality, only the color of my skin." Ella shook her head.

"Kinda the opposite of what your boyfriend's family thought about you, but still only seeing your beautiful skin, not you." Morgan had pain in her green eyes.

"Yeah."

"What photo did she want?"

"My pussy covered in her husband's white sperm. Thank the heavens that I was cognizant enough to tell her no. If she and her husband were doing this to me, I doubted I was their only conquest, and that seemed counter to staying safe with the condom. Every few minutes, she'd find a different way to ask for the same thing. Even had the gall to ask if he could take off the condom and finish in me to watch it leak out." Ella's stomach churned.

"Gross."

"I went a little wild after this, but only my ex-husband ever got to do that." Ella shook away a tear. Her ex still brought out potent emotions. Nearly a year later, she refused to invoke his name. "I convinced Kimberly that Alan finishing on my breasts would be the contrast she was after."

"Never my favorite part of sex, but guys seem utterly enthralled by where they can throw their stuff when they finish." Morgan grimaced.

"Don't they? Well, after some notable sex, Kimberly's endless propositions were killing my buzz. When Alan pulled out, I felt the need to put a hand over my pussy." Ella gave a demonstration at the table, and Morgan had to peer over the tabletop to see the action. "To ensure that Kimberly didn't convince him to try something for that photo. He covered my tits, and Kimberly spent five minutes taking photos before I could escape to the surf and rinse him off."

"Yuck."

"Uh-huh, but the indignity wasn't over."

"Really?"

"Nope. We cleaned up and hiked back to the pier, where we'd catch the boat to meet where the ship was anchored away from the island. Kimberly and Alan's three daughters were waiting for us there." A shiver ran through Ella. "All three were older than me! They asked if I was their latest vacation conquest and if they got good photos!"

"And I thought going on a naked cruise with my sister was weird."

"The five of them spent the trip back discussing their adventures on the boat. They had been quite busy. There is being open about sex with your parents, and then there was this, and it was creepy as hell. Then it got worse. They asked him about how sex with me was and if my pussy was as tight as it looked. They weren't asking me. I was just an object to them. The young exotic cunt that their dad fucked while their mom took photos. It was bizarre and a little incestuous."

"That's awful."

"Uh-huh. Got weirder. They moved to compare me to other conquests. Asked their father to rank me. I tuned out once they started talking about that. They didn't even talk to me again when we got back to the boat. Think Kimberly was pissed that I didn't let her take the photo she wanted, and Alan got my pussy already." Ella sobbed once.

"I'm sorry, Ella."

"I thought this was something special. Kimberly told me that many times as she was baiting her trap." Ella closed her eyes and sighed. "Come to think of it, none of the girls wanted to know who I was. Wait, Alan never asked me my name or told me his. I only knew it from Kimberly."

"That's terrible." Morgan looked like she had just eaten something bitter.

"I wasn't a person to them. Kimberly acted like I was, but that was part of her insidious plot to bed the exotic girl for her husband. I was nothing but a warm, wet hole for him to thrust into with a pair of petite tits and a pert bum. He did like spanking that." Ella shook her head.

"But you said that he made you orgasm. That has to mean he was at least a little attentive to your needs," Morgan argued.

"Oh, but Alan got his reward in my screams and how my pussy tightened around his cock when I came. I appreciate you trying to lift my spirits, but I hadn't put those pieces together before. You're better at this than my therapist." Ella smirked.

"I'm just listening. Anyone could do that." Morgan's cheeks turned red, as if she had trouble taking any compliments.

"I should've known better about what Kimberly and Alan really wanted. I was so embarrassed when I came back that I endeavoured to spend as little time in my cabin as possible for the next three weeks. I could've had a ton of threesomes, but I wasn't into girls." Ella hoped that her perceptive partner could hear her using the phrasing 'wasn't' instead of not. "I went wild."

"How so?"

"I guess I found out what an orgasm was, and I needed more! Had at least a partner every night. I never slept in the same cabin. Turns out there are a lot of couples who like to watch their man with an exotic woman. All-inclusive covers condoms in the ship's general store, too. In case you're curious. I went through boxes! I tried everything I could, including anal."

"Never tried that." Morgan shook her head.

"I could take it or leave it with cock up there, but a plug or anal beads are fun. They make you feel full in a different way. I did a speed run to find out what I liked and didn't care for on the boat. I like to be tied up, but humiliation or being degraded dries me up instantly. If an encounter doesn't involve romance, kisses churn my stomach. If there is love involved, they're like manna from the heavens. Nourishing body and soul."

"Always good to know more about yourself, I suppose."

"It's important." Ella agreed. "The last night before I woke up with a UTI, I even went airtight."

"Airtight? Is that another Britishism?"

"No, it's from the Urban Dictionary. It means I had a cock in all three of my holes concurrently. While being watched by their partners and others." Ella grimaced. She wasn't proud of how far her libido had driven her in her quest for more orgasms.

"Jeez, can't really blame you. I went a little crazy myself when I found out what an orgasm felt like, but I was in a safer place and had the teachings of my very open sister to guide me." Morgan grabbed Ella's hand again and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Her new friend wasn't getting scared away.

"I had to visit the ship's clinic and then go back to my parent's cabin. My mum, God bless her, didn't judge me. Instead, she asked my father to give us some space so we could talk. I confessed everything. Not just about my time on the ship or on the beach, but what happened with my boyfriend in college and how it all made me feel shitty. Mum comforted me. I felt like utter tosh, and she was supportive."

"That's what mums are for." Morgan nodded. The word mum sounded funny from her lips, but Ella didn't point it out.

"The most vital thing I confessed, though, was that I didn't want to join Dad in the family business."

"What's the family business?"

"When I was a lass, it was oil, but Dad and Mum went with the spun-off part of the business that's concentrated on renewables. My family's loaded, Morgan. It's the only way I could get away with starting a career in art and not starving."

"You said your encounter with Kimberly was a double-edged sword earlier. How so?" Morgan didn't seem to react to Ella saying she was rich at all.

"You're an attentive listener. That could be dangerous." Ella giggled.

"It could be, but I try not to use it for evil."

"I felt like shit, like rubbish, but passion is key to my sculptures, and it let me put my first foot forward on making it a reality. What do you say we order some sushi now that you know my secrets?"

"Sounds good."

Morgan - A little later

The girls went to safer topics until their sushi arrived. Roberta was flustered as she came back with their plates. "Sorry, sorry. I guess you two're friends, not a couple. I look at too much through my lesbian lens."

"Don't worry about it, Roberta." Morgan waved the concern away. "Does your wife work on the ship, too?" She couldn't miss the diamond ring on her left hand.

"Uh-huh, Yuuka is the itamae." Roberta proudly smiled. The term was unfamiliar to Morgan.

"Yuuka's a spectacular chef, Roberta. I've only been on the ship for a few days, and it's already my second time here!" Ella complimented the chef and explained the term. "If I come back, will she let me go omakase?"

"Oh! She'd love that! It's our last cruise. At least for a while. Yuuka's restaurant is opening in a month!"

"Where?"

"Toronto, where I'm from!" Roberta beamed. "We met on a cruise ship, and it let us see incredible places while we fell in love. It's time to settle down and grow a family. I should probably put my computer science degree to work someday." She sighed.

"What's your language of choice?" Morgan asked. "The place I'm working at is hiring up for an enormous project, and if you're as diligent with code as you are with service, we could use you." It would be a little odd working with someone who had seen Morgan on a nude cruise, but Morgan was always looking to give talented coders a start. "It's fully remote, and we hire people in the US and Canada."

"Really!?" Roberta's face lit up. "Go, Python, and JavaScript."

"Excellent. We have programmers who work in all three. Backend or frontend?" Morgan knew just enough to help manage her programmers but ceded to them for expertise in the field.

"Both. I actually worked on the code for those." Roberta pointed at the smart bands.

"Was it your idea to eschew emoji?" Morgan grinned.

"No, but I implemented the chat on my boss's orders." Roberta blushed. "It irks Yuuka sometimes, but it's fun to be the right type of irritating to my wife."

"I'll drop a card by sometime. Don't have any pockets in this outfit." Morgan giggled. "I can't give you a technical interview, as it's not in my wheelhouse, but I'll put in a word with the head of my crew."

"Thank you! I'd been striking out because I didn't have enough experience. It would mean a lot just to get past the automated resume filters and get an interview!" Roberta bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. "Can I get you another cosmo?"

"No thanks, Roberta, but we could use a couple of waters. We're going to go prowl the dance floor and see if we can find some cute blokes." Ella grinned.

"Yuuka says there are several, and I defer to my bisexual soulmate for all things guy-related." Roberta giggled. "Don't need to scan your smart bands for water. I'll be right back." She scampered off in her white, naval-themed uniform. Any employee who handled food couldn't be nude on the cruise.

"Professional Morgan looks good on you." Ella grinned. "You're not just a fresh MBA; you're a boss bitch!"

"I try." Morgan's cheeks felt like they were on fire. She popped one piece of spicy tuna sushi in her mouth. The taste was robust, with a punch of wasabi heat and savory umami throughout. "Holy crap, this is phenomenal!"

"Isn't it?" Ella nodded as she took a piece of the eel roll and savored it. "So, you said you're a serial monogamist, but are you looking for a little fun on the cruise?"

"I haven't gotten laid in a year." Morgan shook her head. "I guess I wouldn't be opposed to a little cock."

"A little cock? We can do better than that! At least medium!" Ella scrunched her nose before she giggled. It was the cutest thing that Morgan had ever seen. "Bet we could find large with a little work."

"As long as the guy knows how to use it!"

"True. Worst sex I ever had was a guy with natural gifts and no skill. Guess he thought he didn't need to try since nature blessed him."

"That's disappointing."

"It was," Ella agreed. "Even if I don't go crazy like I did on the first cruise, I intend to put one more notch on my bedpost before I leave."

What if Roberta wasn't wrong about us being cute together? A thought meandered through Morgan's head, leaving a smile on her face as she tried a different bit of sushi. It was one of the eel rolls Ella enjoyed.

"Too intense?" Ella asked, as she looked at Morgan. Her amber eyes seemed to have a soft, internal glow to them. "They can be an acquired taste."

"My expression that obvious?" Morgan asked as she reached for some shrimp tempura to cleanse her palette.

"You're quite easy to read," Ella shrugged before giggling. "Favorite topic of the day. Told you all about me. You've got to have a few corkers when it comes to sex."

"I don't know. I'm pretty vanilla. About the most exciting thing in my love life is sex in a car."

"It's a good place to find some privacy. A nice dark road late at night can be a cracker if you're too skint to get a hotel room. Or in too much of a hurry." Ella agreed before savoring another eel roll.

"Skint? I'm guessing that means too poor based on context clues. When have you ever been too skint for a hotel room?"

"You got a point there. So, it's just been the whole in-a-hurry thing for me. Anything else?" Ella smirked.

Morgan thought about all that Ella had unloaded earlier. "Yeah, actually." Her cheeks went red again. "I enjoy tying a guy up and having my way with him." She'd only done it twice with Tommy, but it'd been fun. "Putting a condom on him and then riding him until he's begging to let him release and not letting him until I've gotten my fill." Morgan had no idea what possessed her to admit that to her new friend, but it felt natural.

"See, you're kinky, too, Morgan." Ella grinned.

"Silk ties make decent restraints."

"I prefer silk ropes. Shibari looks like it can be fun if you're looking for more than just tying someone to the bed."

"What's shibari?"

"Maybe you should ask Roberta, I'll bet Yuuka would know." Ella flashed a devious smile.

Morgan perceived that her platonic date for the evening was being ornery but played along. It has to be platonic. You're not a lesbian. She raised her hand, and Roberta appeared almost instantly.

"Yes, did you need something? Is the sushi not to your liking?" Roberta asked apologetically.

"No, no, no! Nothing like that." Ella shook her head while she blushed. Cinnamon and red went well together. "I just wanted to order one more helping of tempura. The sushi is sumptuous." She quickly shifted to a smile.

"Oh, of course, right away." Roberta had a knowing smirk, as if she'd overheard at least part of the conversation before she spun on her heels and walked away.

"It's a Japanese art of rope tying," Ella said once Roberta was gone. "Not that I was trying to insinuate that she was into it because she was Japanese. I was just feeling a mite cheeky, and Roberta seemed like a playful target." She was adorable while flustered. "Naked rope tying, but that seems redundant on the cruise."

"Oh?" Morgan raised an eyebrow as she picked up a tempura vegetable.

"I always see it using red rope, and you can tie it around your arms, body, tits, and pussy. I have pictures of it on my tablet if you're ever curious."

"Have you tried it?" Morgan smiled as she pictured Ella crisscrossed with red ropes. Her breasts stood out further as she writhed on a bed, awaiting Morgan's touch. I might be a little gay. Morgan decided. She'd never been so much as interested in a girl before, but Ella had her titillated.

"Researched, yes. Tried, no. I asked..." Ella shook her head with a sigh. "No, that's not a strong enough word. I begged my ex-husband to try it." She blushed again. It didn't look as cute on her when mixed with sorrow.

"Dumb cunt." Morgan smiled as she used Ella's British phrasing.

"Yeah. He was even working on knots for one of his modern art installs." Ella shook her head.

I would love to figure out how to do that for you. Morgan thought and wanted to say it, but she'd only known Ella for a single day. It had to be a bout of lust, not authentic feelings. She didn't believe in love at first sight. "Why's it appeal to you so much?" Morgan popped another tuna roll in her mouth and savored the twin heat from the spice and wasabi.

"I already confessed to liking to be tied up, right?" Ella shrugged and downed another eel roll. Morgan didn't interrupt, letting the silence lead to a confession. "I think it's the ritual of the whole thing. Have no idea how long it would take, but the knots are so intricate."

"I think I need an example to understand."

"It seems like it would take hours with me naked and him spending all his time making my body look incredible. Making these little things stand out." Ella pointed at her chest.

"I think they look cute as is." Morgan smiled as she devoured another tempura shrimp.

"Can you imagine all that anticipation and focus on you before getting your pussy in on the game? Being wet for hours and then practically exploding the first time something touches your womanhood? Cock, fingers, tongue, I wouldn't care what. I'd fucking explode without my partner having to do much."

"That sounds like fun," Morgan almost whispered as a vivid image of Ella in bliss, her body ensconced with red rope, played in her head.

"Would you do it?" Ella asked, sounding as if she were asking Morgan to do it with her. "Your tits would look even more incredible." She pointed a tempura asparagus at Morgan's chest.

"If I had the right partner? Yeah, I'm up for a lot with the right person." Morgan was utterly deliberate with the words partner and person, not saying man.

"Think that's where I am in life. I had my week of wild debauchery, and now I want a loyal partner. Might find a little cock to hold me over until, though." Ella smiled.

She said partner, too! Morgan would have to be oblivious to miss it. Make a move. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"Here's your extra tempura!" Roberta appeared. "You two look engrossed in conversation. Anything fun?"

"Ella was just telling me how she'd like to try shibari," Morgan said with a smile. "Couldn't get her ex-husband to try it."

"Oh, Yuuka could show you some knots!" Roberta didn't miss a beat. "It's what I wear when I have a day off on the nude cruise. Yuuka's trying to teach me to do it for her, but my hands are stupid with rope. I'll be on the island in a couple of days, and Yuuka always loves to show me off after she ties me up. We leave the arm and leg tying at home for just us, though." She blushed a little. "Kind of an unofficial class."

"Bet it looks dazzling on you, Roberta." Ella smiled.

"How about I get Yuuka to teach you as a thank you for giving me your card? It doesn't have to be a sex thing. It would drive the guys on the dance floor wild." Roberta beamed proudly.

"That could be fun." Morgan nodded. "Let's not make it an exchange for the card, though. Don't need anything to sound unethical."

"Oh crap, sorry! That sounds bad! If you want to give me your business card sometime, that would be awesome. If you're on the island with Yuuka and me and want to learn some shibari, so be it. We teach a couple of unofficial classes." Roberta laughed. "If you need anything else tonight, though, give Cindy a wave. I'm off for the evening, but I wanted to bring you your tempura before I left."

"Thank you, Roberta. We might have to look you up on the island." Ella thanked their server.

"Thanks, Roberta." Morgan waved as their server walked away. "Would you?"

"I need to see what it looks like on Roberta." Ella grinned. "Finish up. We have some dancing to do."

Ella - Hours later

"Where are we going?" Morgan followed her through a maze of stairways and mostly dark corridors. They were treading where passengers rarely walked.

"You're not afraid of heights, right?"

"Depends. We're not doing something like going to the tippy top of the radar mast, right?" Morgan asked.

"Not that high, no." Ella desperately wanted to grab Morgan's hand as they navigated the path that she had memorized.

"You didn't answer my question." Morgan caught up to her.

"Not everything Kimberly showed me was bad." Ella flashed a smile at the spectacular redhead. Her wearing nothing but flats and a gorgeous necklace was going to be running through Ella's head when she gave into her nightly ritual to get to sleep. First time a woman will be in my fantasies.

"Again, not explaining!" Morgan giggled.

"It's a surprise."

"As long as it's not a beach and an old dude while you take pictures, I'm good."

"I don't know. The sex was superb before it wasn't." Ella teased. It was fantastic until it became degrading and impersonal.

After a fantastic sushi dinner, the two women went to the nightclub where the interior pool had been earlier in the day. She and Morgan staked out the same booth where they'd met a little over twelve hours earlier. Although it was in a corner, it was far from being the sleepiest part of the ship once the pool was covered abutting the swim-up bar, and the bar was raised above the dance floor.

The pair danced like fools for hours before going on a tour of the other naked nightlife. Morgan had a beautiful singing voice when they stopped by the karaoke bar and ran into Roberta and Yuuka. The ladies made a handsome couple. Yuuka was tiny and fierce, while Roberta was a gentle giant. Both ladies were confident in flaunting their birthday suits once their shifts ended. The four of them took up a booth in the club to sing along and nurse drinks.

Ella recognized the anime theme songs that Roberta and Yuuka sang in a gorgeous duet, but not the language. She was astounded to discover Roberta was fluent in four languages, Japanese, English, Spanish, and her native French. She'd evidently learned Japanese in a flash when she'd started dating her now wife. It was another point in the woman's favor when she interviewed with Morgan's company. Yuuka extended an invitation to learn about shibari on the island.

Their tour next stopped by the ice cream parlor, where they ran into Ava and Mason. Ava looked very little like her sister, but when Morgan told her later that she was a half-sister, things made more sense. Morgan's sister invited them to go see a show, but Ella and Morgan were already booked to meet Yuuka and Roberta at the second dance club on the boat. Ava gave Ella a peculiar look and a nod of approval before they went to the show.

At the second nightclub, Ella and Morgan had a little more success finding partners to dance. A couple of cute brothers asked them to dance, and they weren't doing bad. Unfortunately for the pair, dancing close in the nude with attractive women could cause issues, and they both had to retreat with a towel over their crotches. The cruise expected guys to bow out if they couldn't control their anatomy.

"To bad. They could've been fun." Morgan laughed as they cleared the floor.

Finding cute guys to dance with was entertaining, but the highlight of the night was the couple of songs they couldn't find guys to dance with, and Morgan became Ella's partner. They sort of danced like a pair of middle schoolers afraid to get too close. That was until Roberta and Yuuka mocked them. That threw out their inhibitions, and Morgan against her was like a shock of electricity.

Ella was done trying to argue that there wasn't a spark between them. Morgan had taken her breath away the first time she saw her. The only reason she'd said something was that she thought Morgan caught her staring at the table's reflection and had to think fast. It wasn't her smoothest delivery, and she had honestly stopped the scourge of people like Kimberly on other cruises, but Morgan was different.

"We're dancing." Yuuka declared after Morgan and Ella came back to the table to quaff down water. Sweat was rolling down their bodies, making Morgan even more attractive.

"I got the redhead." Roberta smiled and took Morgan's hand. A surge of jealousy pulsed through Ella, but she trusted Roberta. This wasn't her first cruise with Roberta as a waitress. Finding out that she was married to the astounding sushi chef was high on the list of pleasant surprises for the day.

Yuuka pulled Ella to the far side of the dance floor, far away from the object of her affection. "Let's see if you can boogie near as well as Roberta." Yuuka challenged her as a bassy rumble thumped through the floor.

"I'll try my best, but there's something to be said about someone that dances to the same cadence, isn't there?"

"Why yes, there is, Ella. I hear that you're going to let me go omakase on your next visit to my restaurant." Yuuka smiled. She was more than half a foot shorter than Ella, but somehow, her stature towered above everyone else on the floor.

"It would be an honor, chef. Your restaurant is the highlight of every cruise. I guess I'm going to have to visit Toronto once a year since you won't be on the ship any longer."

"No, I shall not. It's time for me to find my spot on dry land and start a family with the woman I love. I was a castaway before her. My family is back in Japan... Let's just leave it as they are no longer in my life, and I'm better for it. Roberta anchors me in the best way." Yuuka grinned.

"That's sweet, Yuuka." Ella only realized what she said after it left her mouth. "Not the part about your family, but how your wife anchors you."

"I hope I can find a donor that's half-Argentinian and half-French Canadian when it's my turn to be with child. Never thought I'd want children, and then Roberta appeared on my ship. She was a passenger and only there for a week. We've been together for five years and married for three now. The sea can be magical, Ella. It can sweep aboard the greatest of surprises that can bring your heart back to life." Yuuka glared at her.

"You two are so cute together."

"So are you and Morgan," Yuuka smirked.

"That's... I'm not..." Ella shook her head.

"Not gay? Not a lesbian? Which lie are you trying to tell yourself?" Yuuka raised an eyebrow.

"I've never been with a woman. Never even looked at one before Morgan."

"Ah-hah! You said before Morgan!" Yuuka raised a finger like a TV detective solving a case.

"I... I can't deny that... She made my heart flutter in a new way."

"Brought you back to life?" Yuuka smirked.

"I... how did you know?"

"You're me half a decade ago when this beautiful customer came into my restaurant." Yuuka nodded. "Tell you a secret? I'm not bisexual like I tell my wife. Straight save for Roberta. I have a veritable buffet of attractive naked women coming through my restaurant, and I've never even looked askance at any of them. Only Roberta makes my heart patter! You only have two weeks to figure it out. Don't let destiny slip away because you think you're straight."

"Neither of us is gay."

"Bullshit!" Yuuka spat the word. "Might be a challenge to figure out sex, but you're smart girls." She laughed. "Come learn shibari, then let her devour your pussy. It's a good time, even if she takes a while to figure out the knots."

"I don't know."

"Then figure it the fuck out!" Yuuka growled. "You know Roberta is having a similar conversation with the woman that you loved at first sight."

"I don't know."

"Fine, do this the hard way! It took my lead chef helping me put my head on straight for me to figure it out. At least come learn shibari on the island. They never let me create an actual class for it, but what are they going to do? Fire me?"

"As long as..."

"Yes, yes, as long as Morgan's a part of it. Now, don't let me monopolize your evening. Go dance with your destiny so I can hold my wife!" Yuuka let her go and then snaked through the crowd to find Roberta.

Ella shook her head to clear the thoughts from dancing earlier. The cruise had plenty of nightlife, but everything official came to a halt at midnight.

"What did you and Yuuka talk about?" Morgan switched subjects.

"Her and Roberta's history. Did you know Roberta was only on the cruise for a week and somehow that was long enough for forever for them?"

"Yeah, Roberta mentioned the same. She spent the week trying to get Yuuka to notice her." Morgan laughed. "Roberta learned serviceable Japanese in a couple of days because she thought Yuuka didn't speak English."

"It's an incredible story. Yuuka noticed her the first time Roberta walked into her restaurant. It just took her a week to decide that she could be in love with a woman. Unbelievable." Ella shook her head as she grinned.

"Yet, somehow true." Morgan beamed as they reached the end of the hallway.

"Okay, get ready to see the true nightlife of the naked cruise ship."

"Is it better than karaoke and dancing in the nude?" Morgan asked with a smirk.

"You have an angelic voice, Morgan." Ella nodded as she clutched the doorknob. "And the dancing was wondrous."

"Was I better than Yuuka?" Morgan put her hands behind her back and pivoted on one heel. The naked goddess attempting to look innocent was highly effective.

"No question. I didn't see Yuuka making any guy leave because he couldn't control himself."

"My British partner in crime managed the same feat, if I remember correctly."

"We make quite the pair, scaring guys off despite our best efforts."

"That's what you call scaring?" Morgan giggled.

"Scaring, making them too randy to carry on, same difference. We'll do better tomorrow."

"What do you have planned?"

"You interested in pickleball?"

"I played tennis in high school, so I think pickleball is supposed to be a mortal enemy."

"Oh, goody, so I can kick the newbie's pretty, plump arse tomorrow."

"I always had a fantasy about playing tennis in the nude with one of the other seniors when we were both eighteen. Don't think I ever got past a volley or two before I was getting drilled in center court."

"Think I need to add public sex to your list of kinks, love." Ella used another Britishism and almost paused with the L word, but figured it wouldn't bother Morgan.

"Think it had more to do with the outdoor setting than the public part, but I'm willing to test it in the future." Morgan winked.

Test it with me? Ella shook her head. "I'll have to quiz you on the next cruise. Come on, this might be as bawdy as my story earlier." She opened the door to a lookout that wound its way around the upper levels at the back of the ship. It overlooked the pool that was open to the sea. "So, this isn't an official ship activity, but the rear pool becomes a den of debauchery every night after the clubs close."

"Oh, wow! Look at the stars out here!" Only the ship's navigation lights remained on up here, while the pool level had a soft glow from downward-facing lamps.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"It'd be romantic without the sounds of sex in the background." Morgan giggled. "Is it an orgy down there?"

"It can be, but usually, it's just people that want to show off with an audience. Maybe do a little swapping." There had to be a dozen couples below engaging in various sex acts. "Not everyone is an active participant. It's where I went airtight the last night I went wild." Ella grimaced.

"Oh, so were you suggesting public sex because you wanted another supporter of your kinks?" Morgan teased.

"Maybe." Ella shrugged. "Would have to be with the right partner instead of randos, though." She used a partner instead of a man, as her world expanded to encompass an additional possibility.

"So, we need to find you public, outdoor sex with you tied up in shibari?"

"Wait, I said nothing about outdoor sex! That was you."

"Oh, it was, wasn't it?" Morgan blushed, then looked lost in thought for a moment. "Let's see, a pair of threesomes." She pointed down at the sex acts below. "One with two dudes and a lady and the other with two ladies."

"Oh, there's Roberta and Yuuka." Ella pointed at a pair of loungers in the middle of the pool deck.

"This feels invasive." Morgan shook her head. Ella understood that attitude. She'd shared it before her first cruise.

"Thing is, Morgan, they could be in their cabins. It's not like this place wants for space. They came to the pool deck because they aspire to be watched."

"Are they tribbing?" Morgan focused on the pair of married lesbians.

"No, look closer. There's pink between them."

"Double dildo? How's that work?"

"Practice. It looks like they're having fun, though." Ella nodded.

"Might be a pleasant change of pace, but if I were having sex with the woman I love, I'd want there to be kissing," Morgan said and then blushed the deepest red that Ella had ever seen.

"Agreed." Ella tried to let it slide, but the words 'woman I love' reverberated through her brain, getting louder with every bounce. "I already told you my opinions on kissing." It felt like they were having a moment under the stars, but it was getting too real for Ella. "Holy shit! That woman's wrestling a python." She was facing away from them as she rode the most enormous cock that Ella had ever seen.

Morgan looked over curiously and then quickly averted her eyes. "And now I know what my sister looks like having sex with my brother-in-law. I mean, good for her, but I don't need to see that."

"Oops, kind of a buzz kill."

"Yeah, oh well, the night was going too perfect anyway. Gotta leave some way for tomorrow to live up to today."

"True. Mind if I walk you back to the lift?"

"Not at all. I enjoy spending time with you, Ella. Thanks for getting me out of my funk." Morgan held open the door so they could walk away from their secret spot.

Morgan - A few minutes later

I thought she was going to kiss me. Morgan sighed as she walked down the spacious corridor to her room alone. I would've kissed her back. She thought wistfully. Today had been spectacular, far more fun than Morgan had imagined the cruise to be before she discovered the naked component.

Going to need some vibe time tonight. Morgan decided as she tapped her smart band to the lock of her suite. Ava and Mason are going to wonder why I'm taking such a long shower. Time with her vibrator to end the day was one way to clear her head, at least temporarily, and get some sleep. She had a ton on her mind that she needed to clear out before sleep would come, and she wanted to be at her best for tomorrow.

When I get to hang out with Ella some more. Morgan was lost in thought as she walked through the sitting area and into the bedroom. When she finally noticed the sound emanating from Ava and Mason's bed, she froze.

"Harder, Mason! I'm warmed up!" Ava had her legs spread around her husband's waist as their bodies clapped together. Mason's massive cock looked like it was on the verge of tearing Ava in two, but her joyful noises argued she was enjoying it.

"I thought there would be a sock on the door!" Morgan yelled to interrupt.

"Shit!" Mason yelped, then pulled out and covered himself with the comforter.

"Aww, sorry. Thought you and Ella would still be hanging out." Ava looked apologetic but didn't hide her nudity.

"Seriously, you could've sent a message on this! I would've wandered around a little longer." Morgan shook her head and laughed. Would've given me an excuse to spend more time with Ella.

"We'll go finish in the shower. I need another dose for baby-making!" Ava hopped out of bed and grabbed Mason's hand to pull him into the bathroom.

"Good thing I brought my noise-canceling headphones!" Morgan went to grab them out of her bag.

'So, my sister and her man didn't stay at the pool. I saw her wrestling the python twice in one day!' Morgan sent to Ella as she rifled through her bag for her headphones.

'Good, you got home safe.' Ella sent back. 'You know, if they need some alone time at night, I have a suite, too. You can crash on my extra bed.'

An image of being in Ella's company again flashed through Morgan's head. Ella was unadorned, as there was no way she slept with all her jewelry in place. Of talking and laughing about any subject with the beauty. That might be overkill for tonight. She didn't trust herself this evening, but she didn't want to shut off the possibility.

'They went to the shower for tonight, but I may have to take you up on the offer sometime.'

'Shower sex can be fun!'

'That's my sister!'

'I know, it's just fun to tease you, and I bet I got you to do that adorable blush!'

'Guilty.' Morgan sent back. As she grinned at the mirror.

'Pickleball courts at 10am. Don't forget your tennis shoes! I don't need any excuses when I kick your arse.'

'I'll be there, but you're the one that'll have her pretty ass thoroughly kicked.' Morgan laughed as she took off her smart band to charge. The functionality meant that it would eat through the battery in a day and needed to be charged as they slept. Fortunately, they'd built in several chargers that dotted the room so they couldn't get lost or be taken with a passenger when they left.

Morgan took off her necklace and earrings and put them away. Her bullet vibrator was in the same pocket of her suitcase, and she couldn't ignore the device. Ava and Mason will be busy for a bit. She tried to reassure herself, but it wasn't like Ava hadn't caught her before. There was no way she would sleep with her mind buzzing like it was.

Reclining on her bed, Morgan let her imagination fly as she twisted on her vibe. A more sensible girl would at least cover herself with her sheets before she masturbated. She had her headphones on with instrumental music playing from her phone, upping the likelihood of getting caught. To her, masturbation was as much a visual medium as it was a physical sensation.

Morgan leaned back and let images roll through her head. Despite her telling herself that she wasn't gay, Ella was the star of her fantasies. Morgan held the vibe to her clit as she envisioned Ella crisscrossed by the red ropes that she was so insistent on wanting to try. She could see herself tying the knots around Ella, torturously slow. Ella would drip before Morgan tried anything.

Curling a pair of fingers into her pussy, Morgan gasped as sensation pulsed through her. She spread her legs further, imagining Ella between her legs. She already knew the feeling of the tall beauty against her from the dance floor. The barbells in her breasts added a hard and smooth component to her pointing nipples.

Was she as turned on as me? Morgan daydreamed that Ella was. She could feel her taut, tall form against her, smothering each other with kisses. Ella would curl a pair of fingers into Morgan as her amber eyes stared her down. The potent specter of Ella didn't take long, driving Morgan crazy. In just a few minutes, the combination of imagination, vibration, and practiced fingers made her cum hard.

Gold and red washed over her eyes like the waves breaking against the bow of the ship. The sensation was unrelenting as bliss fired through her body. Morgan gasped and pushed her hips against her fingers as a robust orgasm rolled through her.

When Morgan opened her eyes, she lolled her head to the side and saw Ava standing next to her suitcase with a shocked look on her face. 'Sorry.' She mouthed and held up a bottle of lube with a shrug.

Morgan shook her head with a giggle, returned the shrug, and then laid down under her covers and closed her eyes. A fitful sleep met her quickly.

"Morning, Morgan." Ava was propped against the headboard, reading a book on her e-reader.

"Morning, Ava." Morgan stretched and tried to get her bearings. Ella had been the through-line for every dream that pulsed through her head last night. "Where's your hubby?"

"Went to get us coffee. Sorry about getting caught last night and catching you. The shower can dry things out somehow and I needed more lube."

"Really should've gone with the two smaller rooms!"

"I thought there would be more room in the second room, if not a bed, room to stretch out, if you know what I mean."

"Room for Mason to stretch you out? Holy shit, he has a horse cock!" Morgan giggled.

"He barely fits, and I have to warm up." Ava shrugged. "Once I do, holy fuck is it fun!"

"Good for you, sis." Morgan hopped out of bed and grabbed her smart band. Her heart fluttered when she saw that there was a message waiting from Ella.

'Wearing my Wimbledon whites to kick your arse this morning. I look cute. Maybe we'll have more success on the pickleball court than we did on the dance floor.'

Look cute? Is that a hint? Morgan shook her head before she replied. 'Sounds good, other than who is going to kick whose ass, Miss Arkwright.'

'We'll see, Miss Carswell. We don't have to wait until ten if you're already up.'

'Give me a minute to tie on my tennis shoes, and we can arrange for an early ass-kicking.'

"Ella?" Ava asked with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, glad I made a friend on the boat." Morgan smiled, and her cheeks felt warm. "Going to play pickleball with her."

"Pickleball? Are you sure she's just a friend?"

"We're both straight, so..." Morgan shook her head. The feelings were strong, but logic argued that even if there were authentic feelings, Morgan needed longer than a week and a half for something to develop.

"So, you'll have to figure out how to please a pussy? You seemed pretty good with your own last night." Ava giggled, a little too proud of herself. "I haven't seen two people look at each other like that, maybe ever."

"No way." Morgan tried to deny it.

"You know your family won't care if you bring home a woman. Well, it might break Ian's brain if you pull a girl hotter than he can." Ava laughed. Ian was their younger brother who fancied himself a ladies' man. "Ella is caliente!"

"No question, but I don't know, sis."

"Yes, you do. Follow your heart, sis. You've got a splendid one and a decent head on your shoulders. Besides, that British accent is dangerous as fuck!"

"I know, right?" Morgan sat at the edge of the bed to tie on her shoes.

"See!" Ava threw her hands up in victory. "Kiss and see how it feels. If it makes you both wet, go from there." She giggled.

"Anyway. If you and Mason need the room for baby-making, text me. I have a place I can crash."

"With Ella?"

"Yeah, but not sharing a bed. She has a 'suite' too." Morgan put up quote fingers.

"It would be nice to make long, slow love instead of feeling like we have a ticking clock. Baby-making is fun but can get exhausting."

"Just send me a text and I'll find somewhere else to be."

"Why don't you plan on that?" Ava grinned. "Mason and I need a romantic night instead of just fevered fucking. Destressing is supposed to help with trying to conceive."

"Well, for the record, you and Mason are going to be kickass parents. Just don't surprise them with a cruise in twenty years."

"I'm sorry about the trick, Morgan, but you know you're having a good time. Besides, I think Mason and I are going to keep this nudity thing private once we start a family."

"That's what Ella's parents thought, then surprised her with a cruise." Morgan grabbed her toothbrush and started scrubbing.

"Her parents are here? That's got to be weird."

"Not this time, when she was younger, after university, as she says." Morgan felt like the attempt at an English accent wasn't effective. "They told her she was going to Florida to see NASA and, boom, nude cruise."

"No more surprise naked cruises, I promise!"

"At least you convinced me to get waxed. She was wild and wooly when she had to strip in the changing room." Morgan's cheeks turned pink in empathy.

"Oh, my!" Ava shook her head. "Don't forget plenty of sunscreen and shade, Missy. You don't need any more freckles!"

"Not all of us have your delightful perma-tan. I got my tote and SPF 90. Have fun, sis." Morgan slung the bag under her arm and prepared to leave.

"You, too. Don't forget to kiss Ella and see if it makes your ginny tingle! I'll bet it does!"

"You're incorrigible." Morgan rolled her eyes.

"But I'm right!" Ava yelled as the door to the bathroom swung closed.

It took a minute to pick her way down the halls and through staircases to find what had once been tennis courts that had been retrofitted into pickleball. Pausing to put on sunscreen took a little longer. Morgan was still a little irked that her favorite sport as a teenager was having its territory subsumed by the new one, but she couldn't wait to see Ella and find out what her version of Wimbledon whites was.

In a couple of hours, Morgan would officially have known Ella for a day, but, paradoxically, although it felt like she'd known Ella forever, the day went by in a flash. She already knew far more about the charming Brit than she knew about most of her close friends. Hard to hide things in the nude. It was something that Ava used to say that made sense on this trip.

A jolt of jealousy hit Morgan like a bolt from the blue when she turned the corner into the pickleball space to see Ella talking to a tall, handsome, bearded, blond-haired young man. Being possessive of a friend is never a good look. Morgan scolded herself.

Instead of the gold that she'd worn yesterday, Ella had adorned herself in pearls. Around her long, slender neck was a stacked trio of pearl bands making a choker. Like the gold, white was a terrific contrast to her toasty skin. Her right wrist had a trio of pearl bracelets around them above her smart band. Morgan missed the unique jewelry that had been on the beauty's left biceps yesterday, but around her waist, she had another set of tiny pearls that extenuated her curves.

A pearl-capped barbell surrounded either of Ella's nipples. Morgan couldn't see the piercing at the top of her womanhood but knew that Ella would've matched it perfectly. A teardrop-shaped pendant hung over her belly button. She was wearing a pair of stark white tennis shoes that had adorable frills at the top from a pair of unique socks. Pearls didn't hold her dark ponytail but a fetching white bow.

"Morgan!" Ella's face lit up as she smiled. "This is Gavin, a fellow Brit and nudist."

"You're the gal she's been crowing about for the last fifteen minutes." The man grinned.

"Me?"

"Who else would the cute American that I've been hanging out with be?" Ella suddenly blushed.

She thinks I'm cute! The thought almost eroded Morgan's ability to listen.

"We Brits aren't known for letting it all hang out much, and she seems to be on the ship as oft as my wife and I. We kinda had to become mates, even if she's a lousy Hot Spurs fan."

"Manchester United ain't havin' a very good year, are they?" Ella's English accent got more intense and less posh in equal measure.

"Can't win 'em all, can we?" Gavin chuckled. "I better get the Misses a coffee and the news!" Gavin gave a curt wave. "Pleasure to meet 'ya, Morgan. Take care of Ella, right?"

"As long as she doesn't kick my ass too hard in pickleball."

"Cheers." Gavin waved and jogged off.

"What news does he have?" Morgan asked, thinking that the Brits must have been discussing it.

"I can tell you, but there's a slight change in plans." Ella grabbed a pair of pickleball paddles and a ball.

"Oh? Are we not going to hang out this morning?"

"Certainly not going to cancel that, but we're going to play doubles."

"Against whom?"

"Roberta and Yuuka." Ella smiled. "We got a few minutes to practice. They made it to the courts without their equipment."

"Probably a good idea. Not done much with a net except fantasize in years." Morgan smirked. "So, what was the news?"

"Yuuka, let Gavin and Fredricka join her shibari class tomorrow."

"Good for them. I guess someone else likes to be tied up."

"Yup, Gavin." Ella smiled.

"Too bad he's taken. That could be fun."

"He was," Ella smirked. "One of the few experiences I don't regret from my first cruise. Fredricka tied me up, and then Gavin had his way with me."

"Oh..." Morgan couldn't help but flash her brain to an image of a slightly younger Ella with Gavin. She could see her tied to a bed in one of the staterooms. Ecstasy decorated her features as she strained against the ropes. Jealousy surged in Morgan again.

"He's got a decent willy, knew how to use it, and wanted to put on a show for his then-girlfriend." Ella shrugged, then giggled.

Morgan and Ella practiced for a few minutes. Her tennis skills were not only rusty, they also didn't translate well, but there were plenty of laughs. Watching Ella in motion was also a treat. Morgan couldn't figure out how Ella was comfortable moving and sweating in her jewelry, but it didn't seem to slow Ella at all.

"So, what are we playing for?" Roberta asked as she and Yuuka walked in, holding hands.

"Fun?" Morgan shrugged.

"That's a given, but it's more enjoyable with some skin in the game," Yuuka smirked.

"What are you thinking?" Ella twirled the paddle in her hand as she tried to pull off intimidating. Confidence was a given, but menacing was a stretch.

"Easy. If we win, you two have to come to our class tomorrow." Roberta grinned.

"Kinda want to do that anyway," Ella whispered to her. Morgan wasn't sure she hid her smile.

"What if we win?"

"You won't," Yuuka said. "But my typical bet is a full dinner for two at my restaurant. Of course, that would mean you have to visit us in Toronto. Not an acceptable bet for here since you two are both all-inclusive guests."

"What if you do omakase for us if we win? Don't know when I'll get up north soon." Ella suggested.

"You two get that anyway." Roberta nodded. "Name the night. Toronto for shibari class. It sounds fair to me."

"Are you sure, Ella? I know you really want to do shibari, but it seems pretty intimate." Morgan whispered as they put their heads together.

"I'm game if you are." Ella winked at her.

Morgan's heart raced at what would happen if they lost. She was competitive, but this was a no-lose situation. Would Ella want to visit Toronto together? Morgan thought before answering. She was already dreaming of time beyond the ship with Ella. "Let's do this."

Ella - A little later

The first match went quickly. Yuuka and Roberta moved around each other with practiced grace. Ella couldn't blame Morgan for being a little ungainly on the court; it wasn't like tennis skills and pickleball could directly translate. The gorgeous redhead let little get by her, but her aim and power with the paddle were off, causing the ball to end up out of bounds or in the net too often.

For her part, Ella only really played on the ship. She didn't have the time or a partner outside of her vacations. She'd poured her life into creating and selling art. It would absorb her if she allowed it to control her. Abstract pieces would pop into her head, and they needed to be carved into clay or chiseled into stone before she could do anything else. Ella spent her time in her studio at the detriment of anything else since her divorce, but those images were drying up.

Ella took about half the first match to get into a rhythm. She'd like to blame her rust for the slow start, but, in reality, her distraction came from watching Morgan move on the court. Her firm, prodigious bum looked even better in motion. Then there was how her round breasts quivered and shook with each swing.

"We'd take our victory now, but you two seem to be getting in a groove and we have time before we have to be at the restaurant. Best of five?" Yuuka suggested.

"We've got the late shift tonight, so no karaoke or dancing for us." Roberta stuck out her lower lip in a pout.

"You good for more?" Ella whispered to her partner.

"Bring it on. My tits are going to be a little sore. Not going to play this without a sports bra in the future, but I don't like to lose." Morgan nodded.

"Noted." Ella agreed with a nod. She was competitive herself.

"Sure your jewelry isn't chaffing?"

"Sweet of you to be concerned, but I've grown rather accustomed to my decorations."

"Guess the price of a loss wouldn't be so onerous, though," Morgan smirked. "We serve to start the next match?" She asked their opponents.

Ella's thoughts were muddled with a longing to do shibari. She remembered encountering the concept on the internet in college. It invaded her thoughts, much like her hyperfocus on an idea for a sculpture. Ella waited until she'd dated her then-boyfriend for a few months, and then she brought him into her confidence. He liked the pictures but didn't want to bring ropes into the bedroom.

If Ella lost this matchup against Yuuka and Roberta, she had no doubt that she and Morgan would have sex tomorrow. It was how every shibari fantasy ended for her. It was never a female in her fantasies, but it felt right with Morgan. She couldn't imagine her and Morgan being close for as long as it took to make the knots without something giving. The thought of kissing Morgan had her more titillated than making her pervasive, years-long fantasy a reality.

The second match was much closer than the first but ended familiarly. Morgan was a savant, though. It had only taken her a match and a half to key in on the right amount of power in her swing. The game had to go to seventeen points before Roberta and Yuuka won.

Ella was torn by what she wanted to happen. Her need to win was diametrically opposed to making her eight-year fantasy a reality. Ella, though, refused to throw the match.

"I think we're getting sharked." Morgan giggled between matches when Roberta and Yuuka went to grab a few sports drinks for them.

"Huh!?" Ella was confused. It wasn't a familiar term for her. Morgan looked incredible, with a sheen of sweat coating her body, and Ella's ability to follow context clues was taken up by covertly ogling the woman. "Only thing I can think of for that term is guys that just walk around the club all night hitting on every girl without stopping."

"Guess that's a type of sharking, too." Morgan nodded before she smiled. "I mean like pool sharks." She made a motion like a guy leaning over a table and lining up a pool cue.

"Oh, yeah. You should be a little concerned when a guy has his own cue stick and they have their own paddles. They didn't throw the first match to bait us in, though."

"No, but they acted like it was an innocent match but have their own paddles."

"If we lose, you don't have to... I can think of something else..."

"Nonsense. Trusting an artist might be a dubious idea, but you can trust me, Ella. That means keeping my bets and promises." Morgan stepped closer. Ella could feel her gravity drawing her close, wanting to meet those soft pink lips.

"You two are getting better." Roberta appeared with a bottle of sports drink apiece for Ella and Morgan.

"Think you ruined a moment, my dear." Yuuka grinned behind her.

"A little," Morgan murmured, barely audible to Ella, who was a step away from her.

If you can't take that hint, there's no helping you. Ella silently admonished herself as Morgan blushed and stepped away. "We're not going down easy."

"Funny, that's just about what Yuuka said the first time we hooked up." Roberta laughed. "She did, repeatedly. Then again, so did I."

"I wanted to propose to her that night!" Yuuka laughed.

The third and fourth matches went markedly better for Ella and Morgan. They found a rhythm together. Barks and calls for who was going to return felt natural. The third match was a close win, Morgan scoring the last point to put them two over Yuuka and Roberta. Her pirouette to celebrate was adorable.

The fourth match went their way, but it wasn't even close. Ella got the eleventh point before Yuuka and Roberta scored six. "Nice shot!" Morgan cheered before smacking Ella's bare bottom with her paddle.

"Ouch!" Ella giggled. The swat wasn't hard, but it made Ella tingle.

"Alright, enough playing around. This match settles the bet." Yuuka gave them a predatory grin. "You must not want to get tied up."

"I very much do. I don't like to lose." Ella could feel the ropes biting into her arms, a dream nearly a decade in the making come true. Still, she wouldn't submit to her challengers to achieve the dream. Yuuka and Roberta would have to earn it.

"Nor do I." Determination blazed in Morgan's eyes.

"We'll see." Roberta grinned as she served the ball to start the match.

Yuuka had been toying with them. A winner-take-all match brought the dynamo to life. The petite woman hammered anything near her back over the net. Morgan moved with a ready grace to return the volleys. She couldn't get to everything despite her best efforts. Ella tried her hardest, but speedy, low shots were her kryptonite. They made the match competitive; however, there was no stopping Typhoon Yuuka.

Even if it was Yuuka who carried her team to the win, Roberta was the one to land the coup de grâce. Morgan dove for the volley but couldn't get to it before the drop shot hit the court.

"Winner!" Yuuka laughed as she threw the paddle up with a victory sign on the opposite hand.

"See you two tomorrow!" Roberta picked up her wife and spun her in a circle. "Time for my prize now." She leaned in and kissed Yuuka as she put her back on the ground.

"Damn." Ella shook her head. "Good game anyway, Morgan." She brought down the paddle on Morgan's ass, and a loud clap issued out to the courts. It was far more audible than Ella had intended.

"Oh!" Morgan moaned instead of jumping and looking perturbed. "Oops!" She blushed.

"You two are going to be formidable opponents with a little practice," Yuuka said as she put her paddle in her bag. "Here's the map to find us on the island. Do you have your own rope?" She asked Ella.

"I do, a few, actually." Ella felt her cheeks burn.

"Excellent. I can show you the chest and hip harnesses that Roberta loves." Yuuka grinned.

"Before I forget..." Morgan scampered over to her tote. "My card. If you get a minute, fill out an application online. I'll email my tech lead to let him know to expect a resume from an incredible candidate." She grinned.

"Oh, you were serious." Roberta blushed. "Sorry, gotten my hopes up a few times since I graduated and had the rug pulled on me. Thank you so much!"

"I'll tell him about the apps on the smart bands. It's excellent work, Roberta. I'll probably not tell him what type of cruise it is, though." Morgan nodded.

"Thank you, both." Yuuka gave them a small, respectful bow, which Roberta imitated. "A chance to get her foot in the door is huge."

"You're very welcome."

"Come on Yuuka, I was promised a strap-on before work if we won, and I also need to fill out an application."

"Of course. Sorry, Roberta needs fucked." Yuuka wiped her forehead as if it was a terrible labor before she smiled. "Have fun, you two." The charming couple departed.

"You look incredible shiny." Morgan grinned at Ella. "And your version of Wimbledon whites is remarkable! Think they could increase the viewership if they listened to your recommendations."

"Thanks, wanted to impress someone." Ella winked at her partner. "Don't think they'd go for the improved outfits. Can I interest you in a croissant and an iced coffee?"

"I get to spend my time with you, right?" Morgan smiled.

"I insist."

"Oh, before I forget and walk in on something again tonight, were you serious about me crashing on your extra bed?"

"Of course. Maybe I went too far telling you to never trust an artist." Ella shook her head. "We can have a soirée pyjama without the pajamas." Ella giggled.

"Never had much use for those anyway." Morgan grinned.

The pair found a delightful spot outside the faux French bistro where they could sip their drinks and talk in peace.

"I'm still trying to figure out how we saw Ava and Mason last night, and they got back to my cabin before me."

"We stopped to talk by the lift bank for at least ten minutes. Probably longer."

"That's right... How come it always seems like time passes so fast when we're just talking?"

"Time flies in the right company, yeah?"

"Uh-huh. I guess I didn't get enough embarrassment last night. My sister caught me finishing my nightly ritual when I go to bed."

"Oh, what's that?" Ella asked.

"The reason I brought my bullet vibe with me." Morgan grinned and looked away as a bright pink stained her cheeks.

"Oh! I do that when I can't sleep. Which is most nights." Ella giggled.

"I'd been getting my me time in the bathroom, but Mason and Ava were using it. Ava came out for some lube at the worst time."

"Which was?"

"Legs spread, over the covers, vibe on my clit, and two fingers in me. I had my eyes closed as I... finished." Morgan got redder with each word but didn't stop her explanation.

"Better than your parents walking in on you." Ella shrugged, then giggled. "Ask me how I know."

"Do your piercings help in the bedroom?" Morgan swerved them to a barely tangential subject.

"Yes. A lot, actually. Especially the one that goes under my clit." Blindly, Ella reached down and tapped her pearl-capped jewelry. Morgan's eyes followed along. "Triangle piercing. They weren't my idea, but I'm keeping them."

"Weren't your idea?" Morgan asked as she popped her last bite of a croissant into her mouth.

"Nope. At least not the ones in my tits and clit. The nose ring and belly button I had since spring break of my first year at university. The others were his." Ella sighed at the mention of her ex-husband. "I think I was always far more invested in the relationship than him. I was a bauble to be collected and altered to his whims, not a heart to love."

"Wait. He asked you to pierce your breasts and hoo-hoo and couldn't tie knots around you? He's a dumb cunt." Morgan was scowling but giggled when she used the C-word.

"Nope, should've been a warning sign."

"How long were you two together? Not all that much time in five years between your first cruise and now. Sorry if this is a painful subject."

"Seems fair, you told me about Tommy." Ella took a steadying breath. "I met him six months after the first cruise." She still wasn't going to use his name. "Married the bastard after dating for six months."

"Wait, if you married him that soon after the cruise, what about your other adventures on other cruises?"

"That started after we had been married for a year. Took time for my piercings to heal. My ex-husband liked to share me." Ella dropped her head as she shook it. Her willingness to follow his plan

"Take it that wasn't your idea either."

"No. Marriage is supposed to be sacred, at least to me. When I get married again, there will be no straying or sharing." Ella paused to sip her coffee, trying to read Morgan's reaction to that pronouncement. "Not to say that some of my encounters weren't fun or to disparage that in others. It just wasn't my idea, and both partners should be on the same page if they want to explore."

"Agree with you on marriage." Morgan nodded. "Was sharing you," Her face contorted into a grimace. "So he could have fun of his own?"

"Sort of. Mostly he watched and wanked his willy." Ella sneered. The sniveling woman that she was before still bothered her. It was another reason for her personal mantra. She couldn't even trust herself not to fall into the same trap again.

"Yeah, I did too much to appease Tommy." Morgan reached over and gripped her hand.

"So, is nudism part of your life, or just for the surprise cruise?" Ella changed topics.

"It was before Tommy. Ava and I used to roam the house naked when we were home from college for the summer. As long as my brother was at camp." Morgan scowled for a moment. "Tommy didn't like it, and I cut it out of my life to be the woman I thought he wanted. Not more than his dumb blonde hygienist, though. Shit! I guess Ava getting me on the ship was a good thing! No telling her that!"

"Yeah, you met me and made my cruise infinitely better." Ella grinned. "Your secret's good with me."

"What about you? Is this a part of your life for more than a yearly cruise?" Morgan leaned forward.

"It wasn't until my surprise cruise that I discovered a power in it and..." Ella looked down. She never went this deep into her artistic process, not with anyone since the divorce.

"And?" Morgan cued her to continue.

"My curves, nudity, and sexuality pervade everything I make. My awakening on the first cruise changed my art for the better. Like I said, double-edged sword. My works are abstract in clay, stone, and metal, but I can point to a single night or vibrant orgasm that inspired each one. Even the times he shared me." Ella explained. "It's weird seeing the works in museums and private collections and recalling the night or act it came from."

"Wow." Morgan was unsuccessful in trying to hide her grin.

"To answer your first question, as long as I'm working in a medium without needing safety gear, I'm nude in my studio, helps that it's attached to my house. It's a quirk of my methods that has been chronicled in a few of my shows, though I don't tell them about the true inspiration for each work. I let the observers assign their own meaning to it. Art is collaborative with society, after all. And my process is too personal to let out." Ella couldn't believe she had admitted this to Morgan already.

"You said you had photos of shibari in your cabin. Do you have pictures of your art?" Morgan looked fascinated by every sentence.

"And my process. I look hot in only this and splotches of clay from the slip."

"You look hot in anything." Morgan smiled.

"My ex wanted me to get my tits done." Ella sighed. It was another subject she'd never shared that she felt comfortable telling Morgan.

"And ruined perfection?" Morgan raised an eyebrow.

"I know. Thing was, I considered it. Probably would've given in to him in a month or two. That curator he left me for had enormous fake knockers."

"I wanted to blame our loss on my boobs getting in the way and slippery sunscreen on the paddle."

"Why did you slop on sunscreen already? The pickleball court is indoors."

"You underestimate how easily I burn. The curse of red hair and a fair complexion."

"You wouldn't look as ravishing without it," Ella smirked. "Wanna hit the pool? I have a lot of vacation fun to get in today and can't think of anyone better to spend my time with."

"Perfect. I'll have to bathe in sunscreen every hour."

Morgan - That night

"Where are you going?" Ella stood curiously by the elevators. "Thought we had a sleepover planned."

"Where am I going?" Morgan stopped with a mutter. "I guess I was on autopilot." She shook her head and laughed as she walked back to Ella.

"Got everything you need?" Ella pushed the button to summon the elevator.

"Toothbrush, toothpaste, and face wash." Morgan tapped her bag. "Didn't bring my makeup or body wash, so I'll have to run by my cabin before we go to the island tomorrow."

Go by the island, and everything will change between you and Ella. Morgan was a bundle of nerves. What if you kiss her, and she says she's not gay or something? Her fears wrestled with the hopes in her mind. I have to know. They were dancing around each other, not like a planet and moon, but more like a binary star, each influencing the other.

"Suppose you don't need sleepwear." Ella grinned.

"Almost never do. That's one place my nudism never faltered to Tommy's foibles." Morgan admitted. "I slowly pushed things in the morning, taking longer to get dressed than he wanted. I enjoy being naked more than I liked being with him."

"It would never work out, then."

"No. I obsessed over what I should've done differently for months after I found him and his hygienist. After I got over being furious." Morgan unconsciously followed Ella into the elevator. Her new friend had to press her smart band to the bank of buttons to choose her floor. "I'm concluding that I'm happier without Tommy than I was with him. I don't know; maybe it was a fear of being alone."

"I know the feeling. My ex never had his heart in our marriage. I questioned what I'd done wrong so that he never felt tethered to me like I did to him. When I open my heart again, it's going to be for someone who is as invested in me as I am in them."

Could it be me? Morgan wondered. She wanted to reach out and grab Ella's hand, spin her around, and then push up on her tiptoes to meet those pink-stained lips. You're not a lesbian. What are you going to do after the kiss? She had ideas, but she was worried that nothing she could do in the bedroom would make Ella happy. Complete your promise tomorrow and go from there.

"Same." Morgan nodded as the elevator came to a stop. They stepped out into a wide hallway that looked mostly like the one where her cabin resided, but there was a touch of added elegance. The hall corridor was brighter, with fresh flowers in vases near the elevators instead of the silk and plastic ones on her own floor.

"You didn't freak out on the lift." Ella grinned.

"Oh, I guess I didn't." Morgan felt a brief influx of worry, but it abated. Being near Ella seemed to pull thoughts elsewhere.

"I think I can use this to get in through the stairway, but I'm not sure."

"Guess I can't surprise you and just drop by your cabin, can I?"

"Damn, hadn't thought of that. That'll teach me to befriend one of the plebians." Ella giggled. "After enough cruises, they give you a free upgrade." She shrugged. "I'd be happy in a single cabin if it wasn't a free bonus."

"How often do you cruise?"

"Once a year, twice if I'm lucky, or I have something to celebrate. I have to afford to pay my way, which means I must be doing well selling my pieces. I know my parents gave me a boost to get started, and I'm blessed to have that, but I need to be my own woman. To succeed or fail on my own." Ella blushed. "Oops, that was way more than you asked."

"That's fine. I like listening to your accent talk about anything. It's really the only reason we became friends." Morgan tried to say matter-of-factly but couldn't help cracking up.

"I'm just hanging out to keep getting peeks at those tits!" Ella laughed.

"Huh, I guess there are those two perfect peaks, too. That and seeing how you decorate every day."

"Almost out of outfits. I just have my ruby collection for tomorrow and a smattering of random pieces." Ella shrugged. "We're here." She stopped them at the end of the hall.

Ella opened the door into a room soaking in dark, luxurious woods. The sitting area was the same size as Morgan's cabin, but everything was gilded in something extra. When she opened the door to the bedroom, the space was larger, not significantly so, but noticeably. Instead of a pair of queen-sized beds, it was a pair of kings.

"You've got to see the balcony." Ella walked them through the room. "That one's yours." She pointed at the second bed in the room.

A vision of being spooned up against Ella flashed through Morgan's head. She longed to feel more of the warmth of the cinnamon-skinned beauty. They'd spent their time dancing again tonight, though this time they didn't leave the floor for slow songs, and if the girls were dancing together for that song, they kept going, undaunted. There was no space between them as they swayed to the music. Ella pressed against her felt right.

"Oh! Wow! This is like double the size of our balcony."

"Plenty of room to dance!" Ella did a leap and then pranced on her toes.

"Ballet?" Morgan marveled as the woman spun and moved.

"Until I went to uni." Ella nodded. "Harder without toe shoes."

"I'll bet."

"Actually," Ella stopped and turned red. "I was in a ballet at university. Wearing toe shoes, this, and a mask."

"Naked ballet?"

"Uh-huh. That was before I knew I was a nudist." Ella stopped. "I never tell anyone about that. It wasn't all nude. I just slowly lost my kit as the story went along. The prince did, too. It was arthouse and had like a dozen people in the audience for that show in total."

Morgan concocted the show in her mind as she gazed at Ella, who was still spinning across the balcony. "Sorry I missed it."

"I was good." Ella stopped and spun to face the balcony. "I always wanted to have sex out on this balcony, but my ex said no." She sighed. "I swear, if you were with me when I walked by an ATM, I'd tell you my PIN code!"

"Hard not to trust an artist when she's so truthful." Morgan joined Ella at the rail. "Wow, the stars are pretty."

"Almost as gorgeous as my new friend." Ella turned and grinned. Morgan felt like Ella's gravity was pulling her in again. "Oh! I promised to show you shibari, didn't I?" Ella threw her off like a gravity assist, launching a probe deeper into space. She pranced back into the cabin, and Morgan followed in her wake, watching every quake of the beauty's bum.

"You did, and your artwork!"

"Sorry, don't know if I can get my mind off doing something I've been dreaming of for almost a decade. I feel like tomorrow's Christmas!" Ella giggled and blushed. She slid a massive tablet from her backpack.

"I'll try to live up to your fantasy." Morgan nodded and took a seat on the bed beside Ella.

"Probably exceed by far." Ella nodded. "I keep these in an encrypted folder." She pulled down the settings and turned off the Wi-Fi connection. "I'd say that my nude pictures should never hit the internet, but I know Kimberly posted pictures of me and Alan." Ella swallowed hard. "Luckily, those were all closeups. Don't think anyone has connected them to me."

"Sorry, Ella."

"It was good sex and taught me what an orgasm was." Ella shrugged. "It didn't feel dehumanizing until after we finished." She tapped in her password without looking, revealing a series of folders in an encrypted section of the tablet.

"Still sucks to have happened."

"This is shibari!" Ella tapped to open a folder and then tapped the first image. A pale woman was crisscrossed with vibrant red ropes in intricate patterns of knots around her breasts. They separated her tits and made them stand out.

"Wow. These are beautiful!"

"Aren't they? This part of shibari has an elegance to it." Ella slid to the next photo with a bustier woman and what looked like diamond shapes in the dark blue ropes. "I want to walk around in a chest and hip harness. Show off your work." Ella grinned.

"Hopefully, I can live up to your expectations. Bet it'll look luminous on your cinnamon skin."

"Yuuka will make sure you can," Ella giggled. Yuuka was a perfectionist if her sushi was any indication.

"I wanna try these someday, but probably in private." Ella showed a woman with her arms bound behind her back. "A lover having their way with me while I can't fight back!" She giggled. "Then there's this." The woman in the picture's arms were bound to her legs, her womanhood on full display.

"Kinky." Morgan laughed as an image of Ella tied up flashed in her brain. She would devour the woman's pussy while she couldn't fight back.

"Add a plug in my bum and a cock or strap-on railing in and out of me..." Ella squirmed. "Sorry, getting a little too eager thinking about it."

Cock or a strap-on. Does she want it to be me? Morgan desperately wanted to fulfill Ella's fantasy. To live up to a dream that she'd had for nearly a decade. I need to know if her delighted screams have an accent.

"It happens. I don't want to get too excited before tomorrow. Wanna show me some of your art?"

"Oh! Yeah, of course." Ella tapped back to the series of folders. "This was the first piece that I sold." The photo she opened was an abstract piece with sensuous curves and phallic protrusions. "I'm trying to capture my first orgasm."

"Huh," Morgan said while she admired the image. "I didn't think it was possible to capture that in brass, but I stand corrected."

"Here's me working on the piece." Ella tapped the next image, and she was naked, hands covered in clay and body splotched with slip as she worked. It was the sexiest image Morgan had ever witnessed. "I create it in clay first and then make a cast from it."

"Holy shit, you make that look amazing!" Morgan cheered. "You say every one of your works comes from an orgasm?"

"Or a night of passion, yeah." Ella blushed. "I can name each and every one of them. For example, this was from when Fredricka tied me up, and Gavin had sex with me." The bulbous forms looked like the sculptor tied them to the earth as they undulated together. The curves were in motion even in the still of the photograph. "It's in a modern art museum in Milwaukee, on loan from a private collection."

"That ever get awkward?"

"All the time. You'd think I'd get used to it, but no." Ella shook her head.

The subsequent work was busy, with more phallic protrusions than the sensuous curves. There was a violence to it, with outbursts of multicolored heat that had to have been created by some other process with the metal. There was passion and pain on display, as well as pride and disgrace. Glee hummed in the piece despite an ill at ease feeling emanating from it.

"Let me guess," Morgan consciously aped the first words that Ella said to her. "This came from the last night of sex on the first cruise."

Ella blinked at Morgan, her amber eyes radiating first confusion before she grinned, showing all her teeth as she nodded. "How?"

"Based on your stories and the feeling I get by looking at the image, It just seemed obvious." Morgan shrugged.

The pair went through her gallery of photos, Morgan basking in Ella's proximity and excitement to finally tell someone the genesis of the sculptures. Morgan loved the way her face lit up on each one and that she could nearly feel the emotion in the pieces more than see it. Ella was an incredible artist.

"One more folder. Say no if you don't want to see it, but I need to share it." Ella's finger hovered over a folder named 'The Beach' without preview images.

"Is this Kimberly's work?"

"Uh-huh." Ella was now shaking nervously as her finger hovered.

"Show me, please." Morgan reached over to grasp Ella's hand.

"I don't know why, but I have to show you everything. Let someone know who I really am behind my artifice and jewelry." Ella trembled.

"I'm here, and I want to know all you'll allow me." Morgan grabbed Ella's shoulder and pulled her close.

"This may be too much."

"Never."

The first image, when Ella's shaky hand finally tapped the folder, was an intimate view of Ella's womanhood. Sunlight was glistening on her folds as they spread for the lens. Morgan had taken peeks at Ella the last couple of days. It was a compulsion, but she'd never seen her aroused like this. She was several shades toastier than her current deep cinnamon, and pink could be seen from her tunnel. Drops of nectar, grains of white sand, and Ella's pink clit poking out of her cinnamon labia completed the image.

"Kimberly wanted to show off how horny I was for her husband, her words." Ella shook her head. "She wasn't wrong. I hadn't had sex in months. Even though I hadn't had an orgasm before this point, I needed the connection." She blushed.

"Understandable."

Ella flipped through the incredibly personal and intimate photos. A condom-covered cock splitting her labia streaked with feminine excitement. A breast crushed by a pale hand. Morgan could feel each picture, and although they should be at least a little titillating, she could feel the pain to come.

"How many people have an image of them screaming as they experienced their first orgasm?" Ella flipped to a photo of a closeup of her unadorned lips in an O as she screamed.

"No one recorded me and my first vibe together." Morgan started as a joke but kept her voice somber. It felt trite to make light of the image. "Kind of incredible."

"Yeah."

There were more images of Ella and Alan. Pushed up against a tree, her fingernails biting into Alan's back, drawing a trickle of blood. "Kimberly told me to scratch him until I broke skin." Ella blushed. There were pictures of them in the surf, foam washing over her chest. "Once she got close to the image she wanted, she got obsessed."

"I'm sorry, Ella."

"I... I haven't seen these in years. Too painful." Ella wiped a tear from her eye. "Only a couple more, and I can lay this folder to rest."

The following image was another closeup of Ella's crotch; only her legs were tightly closed, and a hand was barring entrance.

"I can feel the fear in this one."

"What was I going to do if Kimberly and her husband decided to get her photo at all costs? I wouldn't overpower them, and no one else was in earshot." Ella shook her head, tears welling in her stunning eyes. "An artist that wanted to get her image." She sneered. "I was scared when he took off the condom."

"Thank goodness they weren't that much of monsters."

"One more. I'm going to delete this after. I needed to share with someone and let it go."

"Alright, Ella. I'm here." Morgan squeezed her close. This was the most intimate thing that Ella had shared with her, and Morgan was going to be whatever support she needed.

The final photo was a closeup of Ella's left breast covered in grains of sand and proof of Alan's enjoyment in stark white globs on her black nipple.

"I did that." Ella shook her head. "It awakened my soul and stained it permanently, concurrently."

"Let it go, Ella. It's only part of your story." Morgan squeezed her close.

"Thanks, Morgan. I had to show someone. You're still coming with me tomorrow for shibari, right?" Ella brushed a tear away from her eye.

"I promised, Ella. A Carswell sister's promise is absolute. I'll tie knots around you until you plead for me to stop if you need me to." Morgan smiled.

"Okay." Ella pushed the delete button, and she erased the past that she was holding onto from her tablet. "Rather look at a little more shibari, anyway." She smiled as she sniffed back a tear.

"Perfect." Morgan luxuriated in the closeness of Ella.

Ella - A little later

Catharsis and excitement fought through her system as Ella showed Morgan a few of her favorite looks from her shibari folder. Ella hadn't realized that she needed to confront her past and delete the photos that she'd been carrying for so long. Thank you, Morgan.

Ella was enjoying the position of her new friend beside her. She casually leaned over to look over Ella's shoulder. Morgan's naked breasts felt warm on her shoulder. Ella dearly wanted to revel in the touch all evening, but it might be too far.

"I don't know if that would feel good." Morgan pointed at an image with a rope that went lengthwise down the model's womanhood and tied into a cerulean band around her waist.

"Really? I mean, it might irritate long term, but that might be the right amount of friction across here." Ella didn't point at the image but used herself as an example. She traced her finger up her labia and across her piercing. "As long as the rope doesn't catch on my barbells." She twiddled them between her fingers as she giggled.

"That can happen?"

"Seldom, but when it does... fucking ouch!" Ella shook her head. "So far, my stronger orgasms have outweighed the pain."

"Damn, not sure I'd want that risk." Morgan giggled. "Looks spectacular on you."

"It's why I usually take it out at night. Scared the crap out of my ex a few times when I fell asleep without managing that." Ella tapped to change the image.

"You sure you want to try something like that?" Morgan asked as she studied the image. It was a woman restrained with her arms tied to her legs, leaving her womanhood wholly exposed.

"Not much different from getting each arm and leg tied to the bedpost, is it?" Ella shrugged. "It looks like she's enjoying it." She pointed out how wet the woman looked in the image. "Would take a partner that I utterly trust."

"Must take a while to tie those knots. The anticipation would be a lot." Morgan reached out to touch the knots.

Ella squirmed a little as her imagination formed an image of Morgan devouring her pussy in that position. "Yes, but imagine how intense the climax would be when your partner goes down on you. I would cum so hard."

"Don't think that's on the menu for tomorrow's lesson." Morgan giggled.

Double-tapping the image, Ella went to the next before her imagination got the best of her. She wanted to turn around and kiss Morgan's plump lips. Maybe allowing her to be a roommate was a bad idea. The last bastion of pure logic argued in her head. It was too late to listen to that portion or the tiny niggle that argued that Ella wasn't a lesbian. Classification didn't matter; she needed more Morgan.

"Go back and forth between those two," Morgan requested a couple of images later. "Wow, different knots look better on big and small tits."

"Maybe I should try this one tomorrow." Ella pointed to the small-chested woman.

"Nah, yours are at least medium." Morgan laughed. "Seen them enough the last couple of days now."

"Been studying them a lot?" Ella grinned. She wasn't the only one falling for a new friend.

"Uh-huh."

That's a giant hint. Ella thought. All she needed to do was turn around and kiss the woman who had subsumed all her thoughts. Then what? You've never been with a woman. You'd disappoint her and drive a wedge between you. She would let tomorrow take them where it would. Ella would allow Morgan to make the first move.

"Darn, looks like that's everything I have saved," Ella said as she reached the end of her research material.

"I can't wait to help you live out a dream, Ella." Morgan pulled away now that she wasn't watching images on the tablet.

"You don't have to, Morgan." Ella turned toward her.

"I do. I'm going to have to show you how important a promise or bet made by a Carswell sister is to us." Morgan smiled, her green eyes seeming to sparkle in the low light of Ella's cabin. "Speaking of which, do you have your ropes ready to go?"

"I imagine Yuuka would be quite cross if I forgot that." Ella hopped up. "Red silk. Tried to tie myself a time or two over the last year, but it's not the same without a partner." She plugged in her tablet before skipping to her luggage and jewelry box. "You can help me select my jewelry for tomorrow." She motioned for Morgan to come over to the chest of drawers.

"Thought you were going with rubies." Morgan bounced over to join her.

"I am, but there are choices." Ella unfolded the box to reveal a trio of sections that held gold, pearls, and rubies. "Showy or subdued?" She felt a few of the ruby pieces.

"Subdued. Let the ropes and your beauty do the talking tomorrow." Morgan grinned. "Maybe with an armlet again. That was sexy." She blushed.

"With or without a waist chain like this?" Ella removed the pearls around her hips.

"Think it might impede the ropes."

"Fair play." Ella nodded. "Oh! This would look so cute on you!" She opened a drawer and pulled out a white gold chain with emeralds.

"Is it going to be too small for me? You've got a much narrower waist than me."

"Of course. You might not have as much hanging behind your back, but this fits a variety of figures." Ella handed the chain to Morgan. "I put it on in front before working it around my hips." She demonstrated with the pearls she'd just removed.

It took Morgan a minute to work out the clasp. "Like this?" She crept it around her hips and stopped as the extra length built into the chain hung down on her right hip.

"I usually like to put the stray chain behind my back, so it sags to my bum, but on your hip like that looks glam!" Ella had never tried that look, but it was positively gorgeous on Morgan. "Frames what little is left of your tan lines and your cute little pussy." Her mouth watered. She may not understand what she was doing, but Ella was desperate for a taste. "Wanna borrow it for tomorrow?"

"That would be terrific." Morgan skipped to the bathroom to get a peek at herself. "It makes me look cute!" she cheered.

"Irresistible," Ella murmured. Tomorrow, everything changes. She promised herself. She was going to put her heart on the line and see if Morgan smashed it. Her desire to engage in shibari barely kept her from making a move tonight.

"What was that?" Morgan must have heard something, but it was not clear enough to incriminate Ella.

"I was just agreeing, love." Ella's heart thumped as more of her Britishness slipped and revealed her true feelings. "You're definitely going to catch someone's eye tomorrow wearing that."

"That's the plan." Morgan nodded, then held her gaze on Ella before she giggled. "See how far it gets me on the island."

"So, you wearing the emeralds and me with the smaller rubies?" Ella asked and spun around to the jewelry box before she did something stupid. Or something right. She thought.

"Perfect. I'm getting as excited about tomorrow as you!" Morgan smiled.

"Impossible! I've been anticipating this for nearly a decade!" Ella shook her head.

"Yes, but did your fantasy involve a woman tying you up?"

It does now. Ella thought but held her tongue. "Think I can make an exception for you. Can't be too picky if I want to get tied up." She smirked. "Now, the rope is in my toy chest." Ella unzipped the smaller of the two bags she brought with her and flopped it open.

"Wow!" Morgan's eyes got wide. "You weren't kidding about a selection!"

"Been ten months since I got cock. I need variety." Ella shrugged. She had a couple of dildos, a pair of vibrators, a few coils of rope, along with assorted other toys.

"Guess I can't judge. I have a fine selection in my nightstand. I just thought I needed clothes for two weeks and ran out of room to pack." Morgan laughed, then reached to grab the rope. "Wow, this is heavier than I thought!"

"Yeah, needs to be stout to restrain these guns." Ella flexed, then laughed.

"That looks fun!" Morgan pointed to a rabbit-style vibe. "Always wanted to try one of those."

"Anytime you want to borrow it." Ella blushed. "I may be an only child, but I'm great at sharing my toys." She winked at Morgan.

"What's in the bags?" Morgan pointed to a pair of silk drawstring-secured bags.

"Special toys." Ella grabbed the first bag and opened it. There was a clamshell-enclosed butt plug. "Only fun if I have a partner, at least in my experience. One's a plug, and the other is anal beads, both still in their packaging. Weirds me out if someone goes through my luggage and finds these used. I'll toss them in the rubbish if they get opened."

"Looks like a sapphire on the cap of that one."

"Uh-huh. Almost brought some sapphires to accessorize if I used it." Ella blushed. "Set the ropes aside. Suppose we should turn the lights out and get some sleep for tomorrow?"

"Think I need clear thoughts to tie some of those knots!" Morgan nodded. "You're going to look so pretty wearing only red ropes."

The pair may have turned the lights out and tried to get to sleep, but the conversation just kept flowing. Ella learned about Morgan's life growing up and her brother Ian's scholarship to Iowa for their space physics program. That allowed Ella to nerd out a little on math and physics. She'd gone to school for business to follow in her family's footsteps but loved anything space or engineering-related. It helped her create her art in a manner that allowed it to stand.

"Okay, we really have to get to sleep." Ella declared after they talked for an hour.

"Getting me in trouble for talking too long?" Morgan snickered.

Ella tried to close her eyes, but the excitement kept bubbling up, keeping her tossing and turning in her bed. "Screw it," Ella muttered as she sat up. She intended to get up and take a toy to the bathroom. A climax was the only way she knew to release some tension and get some sleep.

"Can't sleep either?" Morgan looked over.

"No, too excited. I can't undersell how much I'm looking forward to shibari." Ella didn't mention that every fantasy concerning tomorrow ended with her and Morgan making love on the beach.

"I was about to sneak off to the bathroom and perform my ritual for getting to sleep." Morgan blushed in the dim light cast by the charging smart bands and stars reflecting into the cabin.

"That was my plan, too!" Ella flipped on the light. "Screw it! I'm going to grab a toy and get off so I can get some sleep. You want one?"

"Borrow a toy?" Morgan pulled the comforter off her body and swung her legs off the mattress.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Seems a bit personal." Morgan giggled.

"Get over it and get off!" Ella winked at her and stepped over to the toy chest.

"Fine!" Morgan rolled her eyes and bounced over beside Ella.

"Ever masturbated with another woman before?" Ella asked as she pulled out her toys.

"I have, a few times, with my roommate and my sister... she taught me how to orgasm." Morgan blushed.

"Story there?"

"Kinda." Morgan sighed. "I had sex for the first time after prom when I was eighteen. Cliché, I know."

"I waited until I was in university for a year."

"Didn't miss much from that encounter. Not his fault. We were both virgins going in. He didn't last long. My sister asked how it went. She was home from college. I complained, and she introduced me to toys." Morgan shrugged. "I went to college in the fall with a very sheltered home-schooled girl, and I returned the favor when she asked about my vibe, which had fallen out of a suitcase. She bought her first vibrator the next day."

"Damn, wish you'd been my roommate back then. I wouldn't have had to wait until after I graduated to discover climax!" Ella laughed.

"It wasn't just my alone time that improved. Knowing my body made my next encounters with my boyfriend better, and practice helped him not to finish so fast. We had things down pretty good before we went to opposite parts of the state and broke up." Morgan sighed.

"Which one do you want?"

"Me?"

"Aye, you're the guest." Ella nodded.

"Always wanted to try the rabbit-style vibe." Morgan blushed.

"Good choice. It's a bit too intense with my jewelry in. I'll go with vibe and dildo." Ella grabbed her gold curved barbell from her jewelry case. She took it out for sleep, but it enhanced masturbation and sex.

"It really helps?"

"Why do you think I'm putting it back in?" Ella threaded the piercing on with deft and practiced hands. "Lube's in the bathroom. I might have had me time in the shower this morning."

Ella's libido had been ravenous since she encountered Morgan. She needed to calm her nerves, and reeling imagination before her stares at the gorgeous redhead became too obvious.

"That's why you had an extra spring in your step this morning." Morgan winked before she giggled.

"Yup." Ella didn't deny it.

"This looks like fun!" Morgan sauntered toward the bathroom, and Ella stared at her round bum.

Ella's thoughts wouldn't be on previous encounters but on imagining what the morrow would bring. We're going to kiss tomorrow, at the very least. Spending that much time in proximity together was going to be impossible to resist. You only have a week and a half before the cruise ends. The ticking clock meant Ella couldn't take her usual time to nurture a relationship. She was typically a slow burn, but Morgan required another approach.

"Find the lube? I could've sworn it was just on the countertop." Ella skipped to the open door of the bathroom. "I wash my toys." She shook her head when she saw Morgan scrubbing her borrowed treasure.

"Yeah, the problem is, an adorable woman told me not to trust an artist." Morgan scrunched her nose and snickered.

"Smart woman." Ella smiled. "I could use some of the lube, as well." She really didn't need it. Morgan had her wet in a way that many of her male lovers hadn't achieved, but her friend didn't need to know that.

"Oh, here you go." Morgan handed over the bottle as she dried off her toy.

Ella wanted to lean in and kiss the beauty, quench some of this simmering desire. What would you do after that? She couldn't answer that. Ella had never been with a woman, and even if every heartbeat was thudding for Morgan, she couldn't get over the fear of what would come next. She couldn't push Morgan away.

"Whoo, look at that go!" Morgan tested the settings on her borrowed vibrator.

"It feels phenomenal on your clit." Ella briefly flashed to her best times using the lavender toy. "One of my favorites."

The girls went back out to their opposite beds and covered themselves with their sheets before they got started. Ella and Morgan had seen each other naked, and there was no denying what they were doing with their toys, but casting off the covering seemed too far. Although she tried to stop herself, Ella kept looking over to the other bed, watching the sheet rise and fall on Morgan.

Morgan caught Ella's errant peeks several times, and each time, Ella looked away, trying to not stare at the beauty.

"Screw this!" Morgan repeated Ella's outburst from earlier.

"Is this too much?" Ella stopped toying with herself.

"No. This is hot." Morgan kicked off her sheet, revealing her spread legs and the lavender toy between them. "Masturbation is a visual thing for me. If I want to cum anytime soon, I need to see my work."

"So do I." Ella smiled as a blush tinted her cheeks. "Thought that might be too far."

"Not like we don't know what we're doing. I could hear the whirring and your cute little sighs." Morgan beamed.

"True." Ella pulled off her sheet.

The ladies watched each other play with themselves, frequently meeting one another's gaze. Go over there and kiss her. Ella had a feeling that Morgan would be receptive if she followed her instincts, but fear of changing things kept her on her bed. Shibari and another week with the beauty seemed too important to risk for one night, giving into her desires.

Morgan had the same technique that Ella preferred with the rabbit-style vibrator. Her wrist twisted, leaving the tines of the device surrounding her clit as she provided friction to her tunnel. Slowly, as their session continued, both ladies seemed to turn from parallel with their mattress to perpendicular, giving the other woman a better view. Ella envied Morgan's toy and how she could use it and still play with her nipples.

"OH!" Morgan bellowed, freeing Ella to give in and stop stifling her sighs.

"Mmm..." Ella moaned as she worked her dildo faster, in and out of her pussy. Her excitement streaked the pink surface, lube proving to be superfluous. Leaving her vibe on the bed beside her allowed her to twiddle the piercings in her nipples.

Morgan was the first to give in to her climax. Ella was enthralled as Morgan fell backward onto the sheets, her pale legs shaking as she screamed. Bliss seemed to undulate through her as she writhed and tangled in the sheets. With the added visual stimulation, Ella twisted her vibe and held it to her clit.

Moments later, before Morgan finished moaning, Ella's body detonated as ecstasy radiated into it. She gasped for air as she flopped backward. Ella needed an influx of oxygen to scream and put the efficacy of the cabin's soundproofing to the test. Her eyes clenched closed as red pulsed against her eyelids. The potent climax had been a constant companion in her life since the beach half a decade ago, but this was a different magnitude.

"That looked like fun." Morgan smiled when Ella's orgasm let her go.

"A corker, to be sure." Ella nodded and set her toys on the nightstand.

"Sometimes, I think you're fucking with me with your Britishisms." Morgan chuckled. "Thanks, Ella. Would've taken me hours to drift off without that." She set her toys down and flipped off her light. "Night, Ella."

"Night, Morgan." Ella flipped off her lamp and soon drifted off to sleep, satisfaction temporarily overtaking her fantasizing about Morgan.

Morgan - The following morning

"Morning, Morgan!" Ella smiled as she delivered a cup of iced cold brew and a cookie to her bedside table next to the toy Morgan used last night.

"Oh no! Are you a morning person?" Morgan rolled her eyes as she sat up and let the comforter fall away from her. She was trying to find a flaw in the incredible woman.

"Only when I'm this eager. Sorry, it feels like Christmas!" Ella spun around on her toes. Her smile was infectious, and Morgan grinned despite just waking up. "First boat'll be here in an hour. We have two and a half before we need to meet Yuuka and Roberta."

"Already?" Morgan grabbed her smart band from the table. "Damn, I slept in!"

"Always easier after a fantastic orgasm." Ella tapped the toy on the table. "Yours sounded and looked powerful!"

That's because I got to watch you while I played. Morgan wanted to say but held her tongue. "That's because it was! Yours didn't exactly sound meek." She smiled; there was no regret in giving in to her need last night, to watching her new friend shudder in bliss with her pair of toys. "Need to get one of these when I get home." Morgan tapped the rabbit-style vibe on the table.

"It's one of my favorites." Ella nodded.

"Cookies for breakfast?" Morgan tried to look shocked, but it sounded delicious.

"Strictly for special occasions, and we're going to be hiking a lot today. You're still coming to tie me up, right?" Ella's confidence faltered.

"What did I say about Carswell girls' promises? Besides, I'm almost as excited about this as you. How could I not want to help you achieve your dreams?"

"Thank you!" Ella nearly tackled Morgan with a hug. Her warmth and jewel-equipped breasts felt incredible against Morgan. "Oops, I forget I'm nude after a few days on the boat." She blushed as she pulled away.

"I'm not complaining." Morgan stood and pulled Ella close for another embrace. She wanted to lean in and meet those lips, but her first kiss with the woman wouldn't involve morning breath. "And I'm not forgetting you're naked." She giggled. Her wrist shook.

'Shower's available if you want it.' Ava sent.

'Oh, yes, please. I'll be there in a few minutes.' Morgan took a step back.

"Hate to take my breakfast and run, but I need to take a shower and get ready." Morgan sighed and gathered her tennis shoes.

"My shower works as well as yours." Ella looked hurt.

"It doesn't have my makeup." Morgan shrugged before pulling on a shoe.

"Oh! Don't forget to take this." Ella scampered to her jewelry box to get the silver chain with a few tiny emeralds on it.

"Are you sure?"

"It looks so sexy! I bet no guys on the island will take their eyes off you."

Guys on the island aren't important; you are. Morgan again filtered what she wanted to say. "Thanks, Ella." An image of what it looked like on Morgan's hips flashed through her mind.

"I got something special planned for you," Ella smirked. "It'll be a surprise!"

"Excellent." Morgan sipped her coffee and stood. "Meet you at the claw machine? I'm going to win that ocelot stuffie before the end of this trip." She'd given it a half dozen attempts last night between the pool and dancing.

"You looked adorable trying."

"Thanks for the cookie and coffee."

"Need you energized for today." Ella nodded. "Those knots look intricate."

"Plus, Yuuka as an instructor. She seems like the demanding type of teacher." Morgan nodded as she gathered her stuff in her tote bag.

"Don't forget plenty of sunscreen!"

"Trust me, after a burn or two, it's unforgettable. Like a certain Brit I know." Morgan grinned. "I can get off this floor without a key, right?"

"Yeah, I just have to tap it on the way to this floor via stairs or lift."

"Where are the stairs? I won't have someone to distract me on the elevator this time."

"Third door on the right." Ella pointed as she saw Morgan to the front door.

"It was the best soirée pyjama I've ever attended."

"Come back tonight. My cabin is going to seem empty without you." Ella gave an exaggerated pout.

"Might have to take you up on that offer." If we can share a bed. Morgan nearly added but held her tongue.

"See you in forty-five minutes!"

"Don't forget your ropes!" Morgan waved and then spun on her heels and aimed for the stairs.

Finding her way to the main level of the ship took a minute, as it didn't look the same from the stairway from Ella. Glad I didn't go get coffee in the morning. Morgan could've seen herself getting locked out and not being able to get back to Ella. Would've ruined the surprise. She took another sip of her cold brew. The kick of caffeine was wholly unneeded to wake her up.

Getting back to her and Ava's cabin was easy once Morgan got to the main deck and reoriented her bearings. Morgan opened the door and walked in to find her sister in a familiar position on her bed. Her head was hanging over the edge of the bed, and her legs were up.

"Hey, sis! How was your sleepover?" Ava asked with a goofy, upside-down smile.

"Good, got my own king-sized bed. Mason leave another deposit?"

"He did and went to the gym." Ava giggled. "This is going to be the month, Morgan." Her eyes shined as she got dourer. "Your own bed? That's too bad."

"Ava!"

"What? You two are cute together!"

"I'm going to take a shower. Are you and Mason headed to the island today?"

"Yeah, we're going to check out some of the aquatic activities. You want to meet up for a late lunch?"

"Maybe. I don't know how long my plans with Ella are going to keep us tied up." Morgan barely kept from giggling at her terrible dad-level joke.

"Just text me on the smart band. They work all over the island, too. Bring Ella with you, Mason and I need more time to evaluate her. See if she's future sister-in-law material."

"Will do." Morgan didn't engage any further. "As long as Miss Arkwright is willing."

Morgan took her time in the shower, blowing out her hair and applying makeup. She wanted to impress Ella as much as the woman was impacting her. Everything is going to change today. Morgan nodded to her image in the mirror. Whatever was building with Ella was going to come to a head. Kiss her; it's the only way to know if these feelings are real.

"Where's my perfume?" Morgan muttered. "Must still be in my bag."

Ava was still in her awkward position when Morgan stepped out of the bathroom. "Oh, wow! You're trying to impress someone, aren't you?" Ava grinned.

"Maybe." Morgan shrugged as she found her perfume and dabbed a tiny amount of it on. The vanilla and cinnamon scent was her favorite. Another reason to enjoy this aroma. The thought of cinnamon reminded her of the woman that consumed her thoughts, both waking and dreaming.

"Holy crap! This is serious." Ava finally pivoted to a sitting-up position.

"It is, and I'm scared, Ava!" Morgan admitted.

"Why?"

"Ella has more experience than me, and... what if... what if we make love and I can't get her motor going? I've never... looked at a woman before Ella." Morgan turned around to talk to her sister.

"More experienced in total, or with women?"

"Does it matter?"

"Uh-huh, bet she's just as nervous as you."

"She's never been with a woman, either. We masturbated together last night." Morgan blushed. It was hard to keep things from her sister.

"I was wondering how you were going to complete your nightly ritual before bed." Ava giggled.

"My what?" Morgan tried to play dumb.

"Come on now, we lived in adjoining rooms for how long?" Ava asked. "I caught you the night before last!"

"You may have a point."

"And you've never felt this way about anyone, have you?"

Morgan had been engaged, months away from marrying Tommy, but her sister was right. "No."

"I know. Mason and I have only met her once, but this is different."

"How?" Morgan knew the truth in it but wanted an outside perspective.

Ava sighed. "Tommy destroyed you, Morgan. The light in those green eyes flickered out after you caught him balls deep in the hygienist. I... I never had a good feeling about Tommy. I held my tongue because you were ga-ga over him, but I won't do that again. Not after I saw what heartbreak looks like on you. I'll apologize again for the surprise of this trip, but you needed a wake-up, a rebirth. If that's what it took to make you smile again, it's worth you being ticked at me."

"What's that have to do with this?" Morgan grabbed her socks and shoes and sat on her bed to tie them on.

"The way you look at her is just as important as how she looks at you. You were all in with Tommy, but he never had that look in his eye. You were convenient for him, not the love of his life. Ella, though, isn't holding anything back. I promised myself that even if it injured our relationship, sis, I wouldn't hold my tongue again. Your British friend lets me keep that promise. What plans do you have with her?"

Morgan fidgeted, not knowing if sharing would erode things shared in confidence with Ella. "Do you know what shibari is?"

"Sounds vaguely familiar." Ava tapped a finger on her chin for a moment. "That the naked knot-tying thingy, right?"

"Uh-huh. Ella wants me to tie knots around her, and I know being close to her for that long will lead to a kiss." Morgan pulled on her other shoe.

"Good. We only have a little more than a week on the ship; it's time for you to know if those thuds in your chest are real." Ava nodded. "Then you can spend the rest of the time trying to figure out how your parts bang together." She made V shapes with either hand and smooshed them together. "Repeat until you both scream."

"Okay, sis." Morgan nodded. "You're leaking again."

"Oops." Ava pulled a sheet over her crotch. "Someday, you'll find the person you love and want to add a member to your team, too. Though, if it's Ella, it's going to be a little different."

"Ava! We've known each other for two days!"

"When your soul finds the piece that completes it, time doesn't matter." Ava smiled.

"I'll text you about lunch."

"Please come and bring Ella! And don't forget your sunscreen!" Ava yelled as Morgan stepped out the door.

Shit, almost late. Morgan sped to the stairs and took them two at a time. Her legs burned when she arrived at the door to the main deck. Wait. She stepped back into the shelter of the stairwell and pulled the silver and emerald chain from her bag. Morgan carefully wrapped it around her hips before meeting the girl of her dreams. Hate to disappoint her now.

Ella was standing beside the claw machine in the boat's little arcade. Both hands were behind her back as she swayed on her feet and whistled, trying, apparently, to look nonchalant. Her ruby and gold flavor of jewelry looked fantastic on her. The straps of a backpack framed and enhanced her bust.

"Hey, gorgeous." Ella greeted her with a nod.

"Made it just in time." Morgan smiled.

"I may have been here for a while, a little over-excited."

"Oh, are you?"

"Uh-huh, I don't know if it's fulfilling a dream or walking across an island with you, but I'm looking forward to more."

"It's all time together, so neither is the wrong answer in my book."

"Won you something."

Morgan glanced over to see that the ocelot was still ensconced in the machine. "Did you?"

"Yup. Left the spotted one so you can win it for me later." Ella grinned and pulled a stuffed sloth out from behind her back. "For you." It had cartoonishly enormous eyes and a look somewhere between a smirk and stoned gracing its face.

"Wow, it make you think of me?" Morgan teased. The sloth wasn't a flattering character of her.

"It has the same dopey look on it, like when you get confused." Ella giggled. "Really, it was this or the shark that looked easy to get to, and this suited you better. I'll save the shark for Roberta and Yuuka."

"Thank you. Speaking of Yuuka, you got your rope and the map?"

"I have the rope, and I don't need the map."

"You don't?"

"Nope. I know the way to that beach by heart. It's the same one Kimberly and Alan took me to. It'll be nice to plaster a better memory over it."

"That's why showing me the photos was so important last night."

"Uh-huh. Time to say goodbye to that. Come on, they'll be loading the first boat to shore any minute." Ella grabbed Morgan's hand and pulled her toward the boat and destiny. Morgan was smiling deliriously as everything was about to change, and Ella, holding her hand, was the herald of something incredible.

Everything isn't going to change. It has changed. Morgan decided before they got to the boat that would ferry them to the island. No backing out or acting scared. Morgan steeled her resolve. Ella liked the confident version of her, so she was going to give the woman all the confidence that she could handle once they reached the island.

Ella - A little later

"I think we all have the basic knots down," Yuuka said encouraging things, but it came with a scowl. She didn't seem happy that her ten students were down to just a few pairs. Ella hadn't realized how close to an actual class activity it was before they got to the beach.

Ella was practically floating. She and Morgan held hands all the way from the ship across the forests of the private island. However, at some point, it went from palm-on-palm to fingers intertwined. Their relationship had changed; it was unspoken but unmistakable. She felt like a younger, more innocent version of herself where handholding was the height of joy.

Forgetting that Morgan was naked was an impossibility. Ella was thankful for her mirrored sunglasses as she peeked at Morgan whenever she got the chance. I wonder if Morgan is using her emerald shades to do the same. The woman's subtle perfume wafted off her and added to Ella's burgeoning addiction. It had marvelous hints of enchanting cinnamon and vanilla that had Ella a titter.

Yuuka took her time discussing history, tradition, and how she'd gotten into shibari. Ella hung on every word, but evidently, she was in a minority. Most of the passengers that had come for the class wandered off when she went into the different types of rope and how they needed to be treated. She even went into storing rope before she got a rainbow of the kinds out to finally make the lecture practical.

The chef-turned-instructor devoted the next hour to the knots it would take to make their first harness. Another couple left in frustration. Even if only one person in each pair was going to do the tying when they started working on the harnesses, Yuuka wouldn't start teaching them until they all proved they could make the twists and turns in the material to her satisfaction. One more couple left, leaving only Gavin, Fredricka, Ella, and Morgan as the students.

Yuuka held her stern expression until the last couple left the beach. Then she beamed. "Excellent! My apologies if you don't like my methods, but shibari requires utter trust between partners, and you four were the only ones that give off that kind of energy."

"Took you longer than usual this time, my dear." Roberta giggled.

"Losing my edge." Yuuka shrugged. "Think I need to drone on a little better at the start?" She looked over at her wife and got an exaggerated nod. "Now, I need my two volunteers to be restrained."

"Yes, ma'am." Gavin stepped up beside the rock that was serving as a table.

"My turn." Ella took a step forward, releasing Morgan's hand. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She'd never been this turned on. The fantasy that often consumed her was about to be pulled into the material world in a manner that Ella had never imagined.

"There are several harnesses that involve both the chest and groin, but I'm going to teach you those one at a time." Yuuka walked up and down a furrow in the sand between the volunteers and their partners with her hands behind her back. "The single harness probably wouldn't be a pleasant time with your jewelry, Ella, or on the male anatomy."

"It's a good time, though. May have to have Yuuka use me to demonstrate later." Roberta grinned.

"Sorry, Gavin, I don't know about much of the ties for cocks and balls, but they exist, and I've heard they can be fun." Yuuka stopped in front of the bearded Brit. "You'll have to look that up on your own and apply the knots you learn here to that."

"Yes, ma'am." Fredricka nodded with a smirk. Her dark skin and dreadlocks looked good on the confident Jamaican woman, and pink lipstick increased the potency of her expression.

"There are two ways that you can use this half-diamond chest harness I'm going to teach you today, with or without restraining the arms." Yuuka grinned with devious glee. "So you two don't think about interfering with your partner's knots; we're going to restrain your arms. Roberta, please bring me a pink rope and a purple one."

"Of course."

"This is going to take a pair of ropes. Pick a couple off the table, Fredricka. I believe Ella brought her own, correct?"

"Yeah, silk, in my bag," Ella said.

"Perfect. I always like bamboo unless I'm being suspended, but silk is so soft." Yuuka nodded.

"Man. U colors, huh?" Ella asked when Fredricka selected her ropes.

"I know what my man likes." Fredricka giggled.

"Before we get started, Fredricka, Morgan, I need you to reach out and examine your partner's chest." Yuuka demonstrated with her wife. "Feel the heft and what it will look like when we give their breasts or pecs a little lift and separation."

Morgan smiled and looked at Ella before touching her, silently asking for consent. Ella returned the grin with an eager nod. "Please," she whispered.

Ella felt like her skin was ablaze, and only Morgan's touch could temporarily quench the searing flames. Morgan wasn't timid as she felt around Ella's swells, caressing her with gentle but insistent pressure. Ella had to hide the shudder that tried to course through her body. She'd lusted after Morgan from the first moment she saw the woman, but in the last few days, she'd fallen for her heart and soul, too.

"They're perfect," Morgan murmured, barely audible over the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

"Don't be afraid to touch your partner's sensitive bits. There is going to be incidental contact as we do this tie, so let's get it out of the way." Yuuka swirled her fingers around Roberta's nipples.

Morgan's smile broadened as her middle and pointer fingers on either hand traced around Ella's nubs, brushing against the ruby jewelry. It shouldn't have been enough to pull a sigh from Ella's lips, but she had been on boil for two whole days. Masturbation last night had done nothing to cool her longing.

"Your nipples are so stiff. I can't wait to get you back to your cabin and explore these two for hours." Morgan leaned in with a husky whisper. It sent a shiver through Ella. They'd yet to do anything more than hold hands, but this was no longer a platonic relationship.

"As long as I get to return the favor."

"Might have to tie you to the bed so I can explore at my leisure." Morgan grinned.

Ella was already so thrilled by shibari that her pussy was soaked; Morgan's whispers had her dripping. Sex was an inevitability. Ella was hoping for so much more from Morgan, though.

"Oops, I think we've given your partner too much attention." Yuuka giggled as she looked over at Gavin. His cock was standing tall with an upward curve.

"Sorry, my wife has this effect on me." Gavin blushed.

"Understandable." Yuuka shrugged. "Shibari is sensual and, at least for me, always involves sex."

"Fantastic sex." Roberta beamed at her wife.

"Let's begin." Yuuka demonstrated on her wife who had to take a seat for Yuuka to walk around her. "If you want to walk around and show off your harnesses, I can show you a different version of this, but no help from our partners." She wrapped rope around the back of Roberta's neck, then across her chest, above her large breasts. "There are other ties that work better for big breasts like this and others that work for those that are flat-chested. This is a middle ground."

"That's what I think I'll do when I get you back to the ship," Morgan whispered in one ear before imitating the start of Yuuka's knot. "I'll tie you up in the middle of the king-sized bed, then slowly explore every sexy millimeter of your body." She murmured in the next ear, sending a shiver through Ella, alighting on every pleasurable nerve. Nectar was dripping onto her thighs.

"You don't have to tie me down to do that," Ella said as Morgan passed in front of her to form the first knot.

"Oh, but someone warned me not to trust an artist. I need to explore every erotic curve on your body." Morgan leaned close. Something had changed in her. She was radiating irrepressible confidence. "Besides, I've never made love to a woman, and I need time to experiment before I can make you scream." She smirked as she repeated the pattern of rope over Ella's other breast.

A single touch would set me off. Ella thought but wanted to keep playing the game. She could feel her flower opening a touch. Morgan must see her effect on my body. "Deal. If I get to explore you as well."

"I think I could make you partake of my delights." Morgan wrapped the ropes around Ella's arms and then stepped out in front of her, legs askance to beckon a glance at her womanhood.

Ella had known giving into lust, letting her animal instincts take control of her body. She thought she knew love, being head over heels for a suave modern artist. It had only been two days since she met Morgan on the ship, but Ella realized that everything before had been a pale imitation of what she felt at the moment for Morgan.

In her head, the process of shibari took hours, while it was only a quarter of an hour for Morgan to wrap Ella's arms and torso up in soft, deep red rope. Ella was restrained as she dreamed but not uncomfortably restricted. The whole while, Morgan taunted and teased. If this had really taken hours, I'd be a puddle in the sand. The restrained passion would have dissolved her.

"Excellent work, Morgan." Yuuka walked around Ella. "Don't you love the contrast of red on her warm skin tone?"

"Yes, ma'am." Morgan nodded.

"I wasn't sure that this would be the right tie for her breasts, but I'm happy to be mistaken. She's an incredible woman, isn't she?"

"Very."

"You know this isn't the first cruise Roberta and I have seen her on, right?" Yuuka asked.

"I didn't." Morgan shook her head, her beautiful red locks flowing around her as Ella stared.

"We've been watching from afar on prior trips. I'm sure she's told you she's the hit-it-and-quit-it type, but not for you. You can't see her eyes through those sunglasses, but watch those eyebrows give away where she's staring." Roberta joined in the discussion. Yuuka's knot work on her tall wife was exquisite.

"You've done a lovely job as well, Fredricka." Yuuka wandered away. "Though I don't believe that he's started behaving himself yet."

"No, ma'am." Fredricka had added a rope into the middle of Gavin's harness. "I'm going to have to borrow your ropes for a little while. There's only one way to reduce the swelling once he's tied up. You would know a little about that, Ella, wouldn't you? Though you were the one tied up for that." The woman smirked at Ella, but she didn't take the bait. "Of course, he doesn't need to wear a condom with me."

"There's a nice little alcove about a quarter mile down the shore if you two wish to get amorous." Yuuka pointed down the beach.

"Good thing I have a leash, well, two of them if I want." Fredricka pulled Gavin along with her as they headed down the shoreline.

"Now that we only have the star students, how about I show you a hip and thigh harness?" Yuuka asked, looking directly at Ella.

"Please," Ella said.

"Perfect. I know quite a few ties that will put pressure here." Yuuka reached out and cupped Roberta's womanhood. "But I don't think that'll work for Ella. Grab two more lengths of the red rope, Morgan." She pointed at the table.

"Will these two work?" Morgan held up two more lengths of Ella's silk rope.

"Nicely," Roberta answered for her wife.

"I really hope you two come back for another lesson. Several ties would look exceptional on Morgan's curvier body style." Yuuka grabbed her own rope from the table in a lavender and pink pair. She knelt in the sand in front of her wife. "First, do a couple of test wraps to make sure that we have enough rope." She demonstrated by wrapping the rope around Roberta's hips.

"Like this?" Morgan asked as she wrapped the red silk around Ella's waist twice, taking time to examine Ella's bum as she worked.

"Looks good. Now, my next move is only for experts or those aspiring to be." Yuuka paused.

"I would like to be." Morgan clenched her jaw as she straightened her back.

"I need you to wrap the rope around Ella's thigh, then lean in and give her pussy a lick." Yuuka's tongue flickered out against her wife. "We've had them on simmer long enough. Time to turn up the temperature a bit."

Morgan looked up at Ella, sunglasses down on her nose so that her green eyes could stare at her.

"Please! I need it." Ella tried to keep the desperation internal, but it leaked out as a demanding whisper.

A wide smile burst onto Morgan. She leaned in, grasping either thigh as her tongue gently slid between Ella's labia. Her lips were hungry, and her tongue curious. She lifted and toyed with Ella's triangle piercing before moving lower.

"Oh!" Ella gasped as Morgan's tongue wriggled deep into her pussy, igniting a conflagration within Ella. There would be no quenching her body now, not without much more Morgan in her life.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Roberta stamped a foot in the sand. "We're skipping a step! They haven't kissed yet!"

"Oh, can't have that." Yuuka stood, taking the rope with her.

"No, we can't," Morgan murmured as she leapt to her feet and embraced Ella, pulling her close.

Ella fought against her restraints. She wanted to hug Morgan close, but the ropes prevented her. Morgan's arms would have to be enough. When her crush's soft lips met her, there was a taste of Ella's nectar on them, but more than that, it was a passion that Ella had never felt. Their tongues wrestled against each other as one kiss turned into a flurry. The fire engulfed them both, fanning the desire higher.

Morgan's body was against her, thudding heart hammering in concert with Ella. This was different, incredible, addicting, and a hundred other adjectives that passion was crowding out of Ella's mind. More than anything, kissing Morgan felt right.

"Holy..." Ella gasped when their kiss broke.

"You're mine." Morgan went with confidence again.

"What do you say we leave these two the beach? Let them figure out lesbian sex without voyeurs. We can ensure their secluded beach remains private." Yuuka said as she untied Roberta's arms. "Might want Ella to use her hands the first time." She grinned. "Tongue and lips only are fun, but maybe not for your first experience with a woman."

"Hands help." Roberta chortled as she and Yuuka walked away.

Morgan leaned in for another kiss as she reached back to undo the knots on Ella's arms. It may leave some slack in the rope, but Morgan could tie her to the bed later.

Morgan - That same time

The moment that Ella took Morgan's hand on the ship, this was an inevitability. The simmering feelings that started the moment that Morgan first saw the tall, sinuous woman were now on full boil. Morgan took her time to untie Ella's arms, using the opportunity to steal numerous kisses.

Morgan had been fantasizing about kissing Ella since their dinner at the sushi restaurant. When their lips finally met, it was beyond anything that Morgan could dream up. Her ruby red tinted lips were plump and soft yet had more hunger and passion in them than any previous lover.

"Maybe I should leave you tied up." Morgan paused before she undid the last knots to free Ella's arms, watching Ella straining against the ropes.

"Later, Morgan," Ella begged for her arms to be untied.

"But I could throw you down and take my time to explore this incredible body." Morgan grinned. She didn't untie the stunning Brit, not without exploring the woman's nipple jewelry. "Get back to you in a minute." She twiddled the barbell that was skewering one nipple. Even if Ella seemed to be turned on, the nipple hardened in between her lips.

"Oh!" Ella gasped. "If I get any more eager, I might bend a piece of jewelry!"

"Risk we'll have to take." Morgan giggled.

"Free me, Morgan!"

"I could, but in a minute." Morgan wanted to keep her confidence high and tease her new lover. Internally, she was questioning every move, but Morgan let the passion she was feeling take control. "I need to move you to the shade first." She grabbed the rope in the middle of Ella's chest and pulled her toward the shadow.

"Why's that?" Ella asked as she plodded along behind Morgan.

"Two-fold." Morgan turned around and leaned in for a kiss. One taste of the woman's supple lips was only demanding another. "Maybe three." She grinned.

"Care to elucidate them for me?" Ella asked after grabbing a quick smooch.

"It's a little warm in the direct sunlight. Shade's probably comfier." Morgan pulled Ella into the dark, which was caused by a massive boulder along the otherwise soft, white sand of the shoreline.

"Aww, but I like sweat-shiny Morgan."

"I have thoughts for vigorous activities that will ensure that. They involve you and your tasty pussy."

"Fun."

"Second, it gives us a touch more privacy," Morgan said as she undid the last knots on Ella's wrists.

"Outdoor was your fantasy, and public was mine." Ella nodded before grabbing Morgan and embracing the woman. Everything about their bodies together felt right. Ella's booming heart reverberated in Morgan's chest, where it joined Morgan's steady rhythm, forming a perfect song.

"Why do you think I licked you with an audience?" Morgan beamed before kissing her dream woman.

"Good call. That and not insisting that we continue with two instructors watching. Might give us pointers, but it'd ruin the romance."

"Reduce, maybe, but not ruin. Don't think that's possible." Morgan held Ella close with one arm as her other explored the woman's backside. Her round bottom was toned and solid. "Need practice before I show you off." The passion was readily evident, but Morgan had little idea about what she was doing.

"What's the third reason for the shade?"

"This is by far the most important. We can eschew our sunglasses. I need to see your sizzling eyes as we make love." Morgan removed Ella's pink-rimmed sunglasses.

"Convenient. I want to get lost in your emerald irises." Ella nodded.

Morgan quickly scampered out of the shadow to put their glasses beside their totes and grab a beach towel that might help keep sand from interfering with their fun. She spread it in the shade before embracing Ella again. Hungry lips and desperate tongues battled against each other as Morgan dipped her woman and laid her on the towel.

"I've never seen a more beautiful woman," Morgan said as Ella spread her legs and invited Morgan in.

"Codswallow." Ella used a Britishism. "You've seen a mirror, right?"

"I have, but that doesn't override my comment." Morgan smoothed her hair back and corralled it with a scrunchy that had been in her tote. She didn't need her scarlet hair to get in the way as she explored. "I intend to make you mine." She leaned over Ella's long torso to meet her lips.

"Please, Morgan! No more foreplay!" Ella begged after they separated.

Morgan nodded before sucking Ella's nipple between her lips. The woman squirmed underneath her hips, thrusting her smooth mound toward Morgan. Every time her triangle piercing encountered Morgan's fingers or torso, Ella sighed. Morgan had thought prior lovers had aroused her, but it was all puffery compared to how she was feeling now. Ella, crisscrossed with red ropes, was breathtaking.

"Let's see if you're as eager as me." Morgan grinned as she traced around Ella's nectar-slicked labia with a pair of fingers, tracing over her enticing twin petals. She sank her middle finger into Ella, watching her eyes get wide as her jaw dropped open. "You're soaked." Morgan met Ella's lips before she could reply.

"You're fulfilling a dream I've had for years and one I never knew about until I saw you." Ella nodded. She wasn't passive, as Morgan explored. Her right hand swirled around Morgan's breast, causing a shiver to pulse through her. "You got to explore mine already." She grinned.

"Can't decide if I improved perfection with my knots or not." Morgan contemplated as she moved her finger in and out of Ella's slick pussy. The woman was tight and burning hot. Perhaps the heat was a product of the sizzling passion burbling from the pair. "We're working with values approaching the infinite, and that was never the math I was into. I could be convinced now, though. That is if the math involved you."

"Improved. It got me preheated." Ella nodded with a giggle.

"No guy ever turned me on the way tying knots around you did." Morgan watched Ella's expression as she slid a second finger into the woman. She had plenty of experience toying with her own womanhood, but this was far more alluring. It would take time, but Morgan wanted to memorize everything she could touch and study its effect on Ella.

"Oh!" Ella screamed.

"Every moment gets better." Morgan kissed Ella again before slowly meandering her way down her new lover's body. This time, she avoided Ella's perfect breasts. She kissed each rib before getting to the woman's hips. While keeping the pressure up with her fingers, Morgan skipped past her target to kiss down Ella's long legs.

Morgan hadn't been the only one to put on perfume this morning. Ella's flowery scent, mixed with her perspiration and musk, was a heady experience. Once she got to Ella's knee, she skipped across to her other spread leg and marched back down her cinnamon thighs. A closer look at her smooth skin had Morgan somewhere beyond addiction. She needed Ella as much as she needed water, sustenance, or air.

"Gorgeous." Morgan looked up to meet Ella's eyes as she got to her woman's nexus.

"Not like you haven't seen my fanny for the last few days."

"That means pussy in your UK parlance, doesn't it?" Morgan smiled.

"Uh-huh."

"Doesn't change my opinion on your womanhood. Besides, I hadn't gotten this good of a look earlier." Morgan leaned in and gave Ella's labia a kiss.

"Not even when she had a dildo splitting her?"

"That was incredible, but no, I was much further away. She didn't have this much nectar on her cute petals." Morgan lanced her tongue out to sample the dripping honey. Her lover didn't taste the same as Morgan. Her flavor was far more delicate and delectable.

Ella's pussy had a pair of inner labia that curled out like blooming petals on an incredible flower. They were more pronounced as Ella got excited. Morgan curled the pair of fingers inside Ella against her vaginal walls, cherishing the change in the grunts and sighs. Her tongue joined in the fun as Morgan explored and teased.

The triangle piercing showed the efforts of an expert piercing specialist. It appeared far too easy to nick or disturb Ella's clit as her jewelry was placed. Morgan loved the look of the pair of ruby gems capping the ends. She flicked her tongue against it without touching her clit directly.

"RIGHT THERE, MORGAN!" Ella bellowed. "EXPLORE LATER! I NEED TO CUM!" Just a tap of the piercing changed Ella's calm demeanor into begging and demanding.

"This is why I should've left you tied up!" Morgan teased. She didn't take off the pressure. Her tongue circled around Ella's nub, following the motion of her hips as Ella bucked her hips into Morgan.

"Later!" Ella gasped.

Worrying about this being the first encounter and being unable to please Ella would have to wait for later. Morgan was letting passion take control of her movements. She moved her fingers faster, bouncing between a curling motion and thrusting them quickly in and out of Ella's tight tunnel.

Nectar flowed freely as Ella's legs spread further out and up. She squirmed and moaned in the sand. Morgan tried to split a touch of attention to watch Ella's fingers as she teased and rotated the jewels in her nipples. She lapped up any of the offered honey as Morgan attempted to vary her techniques to keep Ella guessing. The only guide she had to follow was what she'd liked when guys went down on her.

She also had to make trips to meet Ella's soft, intoxicating lips in between changes in strategy. Each smooch sent a shiver through Morgan, reinforcing the need to make Ella experience the heights of ecstasy. Morgan's body was boiling with a passion that would need to be sated at some point, but not until she knew she could please Ella. She needed to put the inferno her caramel goddess had kindled within her to use.

Ella triggered a warmth and tingle in Morgan's nexus that was magnitudes more impressive than any guy that she'd been with. She could feel honey-like dew on her thighs. Her pussy was desperate for a touch, but not before she finished driving Ella crazy. Morgan's pleasure was intertwined with the bliss she could get her new girlfriend to experience. I have a girlfriend! There was no way to deny her bisexual leanings now, not after a single kiss from Ella.

Think this might go past merely being bisexual. Morgan thought as she gazed at Ella's blazing brown eyes. It was beyond desire for a woman; she was falling entirely for the Brit. However, I don't think it extends to any other women, just Ella. Morgan had plenty of exposure to naked, attractive women on the cruise, and although she could appreciate the beauty of their curves, none of them made her tingle like Ella did.

Oral sex had been a recent rarity for Morgan, but she had plenty of prior experience. Tommy hadn't enjoyed licking her pussy. The way he only did it begrudgingly so Morgan would suck his cock never led to a satisfying conclusion. It was bad enough that she stopped asking. Should've been another mark against him. Morgan thought briefly as she tried to focus. Her scattershot technique was eliciting groans but hadn't pushed Ella into bliss.

Ella's moans escalated when Morgan toyed with her triangle piercing, so she concentrated her efforts there without ignoring the actions of her fingers. Morgan wrapped her lips around Ella's clit and jewelry. Her tongue poked and twisted at the pair of rubies as Morgan slowly built suction on Ella's sensitive nub. She knew she was on the right path when Ella's shouts and moans lost coherence, making the outbursts unintelligible.

"OHHHH!" Ella cast her hands off her breasts and thudded into the soft sand as her eyes flew open and then snapped shut. Her long legs shook as they encroached on Morgan. An arched back sent Ella's impassioned screams toward the boulder, reverberating it back toward the girls making love in the sand. This wasn't mere sex. That terminology lacked the depth of their souls knotting together like the pretty rope wrapped around Ella.

Around Morgan's fingers, Ella's vagina pulsed an unsteady, robust rhythm. Morgan kept the pressure on with her digits as she relinquished her attacks on Ella's nub. It was always overwhelming if a lover kept up the pressure on Morgan's clit as she was climaxing, so she thought that would translate to Ella as well. She kept her fingers moving as she watched the cinnamon divinity in utter ecstasy.

I need to see this as often as possible. Morgan smiled as Ella shuttered and shouted. Every moment with the incredible Brit was weaving around Morgan's soul, awakening a part of her that had been in deep hibernation for longer than Morgan could remember. Ella has to be feeling the same thing. Morgan said a silent prayer. This couldn't be a one-time experience. Morgan needed as much of Ella as she could get.

"Hold me, Morgan." Ella gulped as her eyes opened.

"Always." Morgan snuggled close to embrace the woman of her dreams as she slowly crashed back to earth, accepting every offered, fiery kiss.

Ella - A little earlier

The blazing desire and passion that Ella was feeling consumed her. Morgan controlled the flames and focused them like a pyromancer, keeping the heat from boiling away all consciousness and pushing it where it was needed. Her green eyes focused and danced with glee as she summoned pleasure within Ella and awakened dormant nerves.

Over the past year, Ella's desire had died. With the loss of her marriage, she thought passion had expired when the man decided Ella wasn't enough. She'd driven herself to orgasm several times in the interim, but they were rote. It was a tiny blip against her numbness. The first spark, energizing her as potently as lightning had started Frankenstein's monster, was when she saw Morgan.

In her weeks of debauchery or dabbles, Ella tried a myriad of things in the bedroom. She hadn't thought of having sex with a woman before she saw Morgan. It had never even crossed her mind. She'd had invitations for threesomes involving another woman and a man, but Ella had politely refused. It wasn't that she thought there was anything wrong with it; she just didn't know it was for her. She was ecstatic to be incorrect.

Before Morgan's appearance, the cruise had a pallor over it. Ella had done all the things that she'd loved before, at least the things on the boat that didn't involve sex. The food was good, and the shows were entertaining enough, but it didn't move the needle for her. For much of the first day after meeting Morgan, Ella had thought that the joy she was feeling was primarily due to sharing the fun with someone else.

Then she confessed everything from her first cruise to Morgan, and the woman didn't suddenly look at her like she was a leper or unclean. Morgan supported Ella with hand squeezes, smiles, and those incredible green eyes. She knew everything, and it didn't change how Morgan treated Ella.

Ella would be lying if she said that there wasn't something intriguing about Morgan the first time she saw the woman. It had awakened something new in her that Ella didn't want to admit for most of the day. Then they shared a dance, and Ella knew that their relationship wouldn't be purely platonic. If it weren't for butterflies in her tummy that first night, Ella would've welcomed a kiss. Instead, she panicked and deflected.

Every excuse or denial of her feelings was dead by the following morning when Morgan showed up for pickleball. It was a simple smile and light in those killer green eyes that eroded the last of her defenses. Any fragment that remained burned the moment they held hands on the way to the beach. Morgan had her heart roaring back to life.

"OHH!" Ella squirmed and moaned. After her first boyfriend, oral sex wasn't a stranger in her love life. Her first boyfriend tried, but his heart had never been in it. She'd had lovers with far more experience at it and displayed unquestionable skill, but never the degree of passion that Ella felt with Morgan. She'd started curious and unfocused. Within moments, Morgan had figured Ella's body out as if she was made to make Ella scream.

There was something unique about Morgan. She'd thought the concept of love at first sight was a bunch of faff, but Morgan had made her a believer. Outside of cruising, Ella was a slow burn, taking her time to fall for a man. She'd only known Morgan for a couple of days, far too short of a time for any relationship to develop. Morgan tugged at her like a potent magnet yanking ferrous metal toward it. She was bound to the woman stronger than the red silk ropes lashed to her body.

Ella wasn't sure what enraptured her more, Morgan's attention on her sensitive jewelry or when she came up to meet Ella's lips, passion soaking in her kiss. They were paradoxically the softest that ever met hers while maintaining power in the kiss that was unrivaled by previous lovers.

Two days ago, Ella was numb, trying to force herself to have fun. Meeting Morgan started cracking her out of the callous over her heart. When Morgan went back down to concentrate on Ella's womanhood and jewelry, Ella opened another front in the assault, toying with her nipple jewelry.

Never one to stay passive, Ella wiggled her hips as Morgan played. She needed relief from the roaring flames that were consuming the need for anything but the ecstasy Morgan was providing. Morgan's tongue had started tentatively as it probed and prodded, making her first forays into pleasing a woman. Her fingers were pumping and curling as Morgan ramped up her confidence and pressure.

For a woman who had never given oral to someone with similar reproductive equipment, Morgan was a prodigy, but that wasn't surprising based on the dynamic woman. She didn't let apprehension stop her from moving forward. This is more than a fling. Ella's heart and mind declared in unison. She'd thought her heart was sterile after her husband, but it was thudding with a new, steady rhythm from the moment that she saw Morgan.

Morgan only attacked Ella's intimate jewelry with glancing blows, driving Ella mad as the need for some kind of release built in her. She had to twiddle her nipple piercings to both add to the flames and keep all consciousness from being wholly consumed by an outlet. As the pressure became overwhelming, even Morgan's ostensibly magical touch wasn't enough on its own.

The temporary prohibition on clitoral stimulation ended before Ella had to do something drastic to keep from being consumed by passionate flames. Morgan's pink lips wrapped around Ella's clit while her tongue flickered at the triangle piercing like a match flaring to life. Ella was dry, unkindled wood, begging for a spark.

Other lovers may have had more experience than Morgan. One man Ella had been with on her second cruise prided himself on his skills with his tongue. The guy hadn't been merely bragging about his abilities; he played Ella as if he'd discovered a hack to her system. Even with all that going for him, the guy was a pale specter of how the rookie was making Ella feel now.

Passion sizzled in Morgan's emerald eyes as she locked them on Ella. They didn't fluctuate as Morgan started adding suction to the mix. Her fingers intensified their thrusts and curls against Ella's vaginal walls, packing more pressure into Ella's already straining system. The redhead toyed with Ella's jewelry, then jabbed at her clit, caressing it with her powerful tongue. Eye contact didn't break as Ella thrust her hips toward Morgan.

Ella involuntarily curled toward her lover as the conflagration had to be a few heartbeats away. Two days with Morgan and a near decade of dreaming of shibari provided ample amounts of fuel to be consumed. Morgan's actions slowly gained focus as she played and fanned oxygen into the equation. The unquenchable passion between them was providing the heat.

Like drought-afflicted timber, Ella was primed for an inferno. When it came, there was no single point of ignition. Instead, there were simultaneous strokes of lightning. Ella crashed to the ground as the flames utterly consumed her. She shouted and yelled as she crashed backward onto the towel, hands clutching at the powdery sand. Nothing felt intelligible as her legs shook.

Fire brought with it not pain but bliss in blazing passion. Nothing was going to be left after the inferno passed. It had to be using every bit of fuel it could find to sustain the ecstasy flaring through her. Against clenched eyes, the flames weren't the typical colors. Instead, the flickering fire was primarily pink. There were bursts of the red color of the woman-she-was-falling-for's brilliant hair color dancing at the edges as Ella gulped for air.

Before the cruise, all that was left of Ella's heart and soul was a desiccated husk, dehydrated by a lack of passion feeding her. The flames were igniting the calloused debris, burning it away. It wasn't like the blaze of wildfire, though it shared the intensity. Those were indiscriminate as they scoured the land, leaving a scar of carbon in their wake. This was far closer to the mythical phoenix, the ash leading to immediate rebirth.

As her climax released her, Ella suddenly felt overwhelmed by the loss of numbness. Morgan had been slowly bringing her back to life, but this wasn't the inexorable trickle undermining the damn. It was the concrete bursting. The newly exposed nerves were singing a blissful tune, but the volume was too intense.

"Hold me, Morgan." Ella gasped when she could speak again.

"Always." Morgan curled next to her on the towel, smoothing her hair back before leaning in for a kiss. Ella welcomed the smooches like the rain after a prairie fire, priming the land for regrowth.

The taste of Ella's nectar on Morgan's plump lips added an extra layer of succulent flavor to the kiss. They lay together for a few minutes, Ella luxuriating in Morgan's closeness and welcoming slow kisses. Ella was typically ready to go again after an orgasm, but this was something far more profound. She could feel her lover's heart pounding against her, the perfect bass accompaniment to her own.

"Holy shit! Sex with a woman is incredible!" Ella broke the welcome silence. It had allowed the newly exposed nerves to find an equilibrium.

"Uh-huh. That was fun!" Morgan cheered. "Are the kisses welcome?" Her smile faded.

"Like manna from the heavens, Morgan." Ella nodded. It was an admission that this wasn't a hookup. This was something far more. She leaned in to meet her love's pink lips.

"Goody!" Morgan's green eyes radiated mirth.

"Are... are you okay with..." Ella had to look away as she swerved the conversation.

"Am I okay with what?" Morgan leaned up on her elbow to meet Ella's eyes.

"I was a bit of a whore before. Are you okay with being with a harlot?"

"You're not a harlot, Ella. I don't know how I would've reacted when I learned what an orgasm was in a target-rich environment." Morgan grinned. "You found out what you liked in a speed run. I want to get to know you, Ella. Make you shudder like that again and again."

"Far more of a corker than last night!"

"Pussy is delectable!"

"Suppose I need my taste, then." Ella pushed Morgan over onto the towel before climbing atop her with smothering kisses leading the way.

"Knew I should've kept you tied up!" Morgan protested. "I wasn't done exploring."

"There'll be time enough for that when we get back to our cabin," Ella said. "I need to explore the woman that has spent two days running around my mind."

"Yes, Miss Arkwright."

"Be patient, yeah? I have no idea what I'm doing, but I know I need to do it."

"You don't have to. I had fun!"

"No, I need to do this more than I needed to orgasm, love." Ella blanched when she used her Britishism. That might have been too far.

"That bad, huh?" Morgan asked.

"Aye."

"Been staring at you as covertly as possible for the last couple of days."

"Sounds familiar. Thought you caught me doing the same several times."

"Didn't take you long to go from trying and failing to hide these beauties to shining with complete confidence in your body." Ella marveled at Morgan's twin swells. They were big, round, and far more perky than they had any right to be.

Fading tan lines showed off what Morgan's bikini must have looked like. Ella imagined a dark color making the rounded triangle afterimages, something that would contrast extraordinarily with pale skin and green eyes. Her pink areolae were about the size of a pound coin. They were a circular gradient, almost blending in with her pale breasts at the edges. The thick nipple was several shades darker.

"Being around you just bolsters my confidence." Morgan smiled and leaned up to collect a kiss.

"Tell you a secret?"

"Uh-huh."

"I've got to fake it in public. That was until I was around you. Now it's natural as breathing."

"Really, Miss Arkwright?"

"Hard to lie to you, despite my ardent warnings on the sketchiness of artists." Ella leaned in and sucked a nipple into her mouth. The thick nub magically hardened between her lips, growing both longer and broader.

"Mmm..." Morgan moaned as she laid back on the towel. "But you look so confident in the pictures of you sculpting."

"A. Had to take several discarded pictures to get those shots. B. It's very different when I'm in private. Who's going to judge me? The mirror?" Ella asked rhetorically as she swirled circles around either nipple. "These are fun."

"Uhhh-huh!" Morgan squirmed.

Ella moved so she could give Morgan's incredible breasts her full attention. She had to go from straddling Morgan's flat tummy to straddling a creamy thigh. Her womanhood on Morgan's smooth skin sent a flutter through Ella. She could get off in no time with a slight application of pressure. Maybe another time, she would be enticed to do so, but her full attention was on Morgan.

It was going to take practice to figure out how Morgan worked, but Ella was happy to experiment as long as it took to get her girlfriend off. Much like she did with her sculptures, Ella concentrated on a single part of the whole until she was happy with it. Ella thought about what she liked with nipple play, especially before the addition of the jewelry.

Pinching the nipples lightly, Ella twirled the hard nubs between her fingers. If she did it the right way, there was nowhere for the nipple to escape, compounding the pleasure firing through her. Based on Morgan's grunts and sighs, it worked as well on her as it did on Ella.

Friction against her pussy was inevitable as Ella worked on Morgan. She bounced from breast to breast, going from intense teasing to exploration of the swells instead of the most sensitive bits. She wanted to build Morgan up before moving down to her womanhood. When she wrapped her lips around Morgan's nipple and sucked, the woman seemed to levitate off the sand and towel.

"Guys don't work like this," Ella smirked before meeting Morgan's lips.

"I'm... oh! Not sure I worked like this before!" Morgan nodded as Ella went back to work.

"Goody."

Ella kept prodding and teasing, trying to preheat Morgan to the extreme. She needed her girlfriend to experience what Ella had.

"Right there! Suck a little harder!" Morgan gasped. Ella complied immediately on one breast and used her pinch technique on the other. "Ohhhhh ffffffffff... ffffff... FUCK!" she screamed and crashed against the beach. Her leg vibrated beneath Ella as Morgan climaxed. Her stomach flexed to bring her up, and then she fell into the sand, her groans getting quieter as a blush bloomed on her pale skin. Ella was enamored.

Watching as Morgan thrashed in the sand, Ella couldn't help but shift her hips slightly so her jewelry was in constant contact with Morgan's vibrating legs. Coupled with the glee of watching Morgan in bliss, Ella tumbled into orgasm after her girlfriend. Compared to the all-consuming one earlier, this was meek. It was still far more intense than anything Ella managed on her own.

Ella closed her eyes as her breath caught. Ecstasy reverberated through her system like an echo bouncing off a flat canyon. She flopped against Morgan, relishing in her girlfriend's booming heart. Pink flashed against her eyelids as Ella puffed for breath.

"I..." Morgan gasped before a shudder coursed through her. "My tits don't work like that, Ella!"

"Clearly..." Ella turned her freshly opened eyes to Morgan's glimmering emeralds. Her orgasm wasn't done with Ella. One last shiver robbed her ability to finish the sentence. "They do." She gasped after a moment.

"Never before." Morgan grasped Ella's cheeks and pulled her in for a scorching kiss. "Then again, I've never had you toying with me before. You feel better against me than you look. That's no mean feat, Ella."

"You're utterly enthralling."

"Have fun using my leg?"

"What can I say? Watching you get off is one of my buttons."

"Sex with a woman is..."

"Amazing?"

"Don't know if that's a powerful enough word."

"Plus, no proof that sharing sex organ types is what made it stellar. Think it might be the fact it's you, Morgan."

"I think, and I'm just spitballing here, it might be the combination of Ella and Morgan."

"Aye, I could be convinced of that." Ella pressed Morgan for another kiss. "Still need to devour your pussy, though. I'm famished."

"I was wondering why you didn't get a nosh already."

"Got distracted by a brill set of tits. Best on the planet, and I've been on several nude cruises for comparison."

"Think you're discounting these two still." Morgan swirled her fingers around Ella's breasts.

"I do like the way you stare at them." Ella nuzzled in to nibble on Morgan's earlobe, tonguing an emerald stud that went with her waist chain and incandescent eyes.

"Mmm... That'll turn me to mush, Ella."

"Kinda the point. Need to pay back all the teasing you gave me."

Ella was deliberate as she proceeded down Morgan, planting kisses on everything Ella considered even mildly erogenous. Morgan, bucking her hips into Ella, argued that it was the correct procedure. This time, she skipped Morgan's breasts, fearing that she'd get distracted again. Before making Morgan cum, she'd been nervous about her performance. Morgan was indescribable, and Ella needed to give back as much as she got.

"This looks so much better on you than it ever did me." Ella kissed several jewels on Morgan's waist chain. "And the way you're wearing it dangling down one hip... Wow!" It was an asymmetric detail that made the chain Morgan's.

Her girl spread her legs when Ella kissed either inner thigh and turned her vision to Morgan's pussy. Her ex-husband had been a connoisseur of female anatomy, pointing out types of womanhoods on cruises. Ella had a tulip, while he would have said that Morgan had a coin-slot pussy. Nothing hung outside her outer labia like Ella's twin petals. When she wasn't excited, her clitoral hood barely poked out from the smoothness.

Now, Morgan was in bloom, her glistening pink interior enticing Ella to explore. At the bottom of her clitoral hood, her light pink nub peeked out, begging for attention. Ella leaned in, stroking her tongue along Morgan's labia and getting her first sample of nectar. She had a robust, delicious taste that Ella was going to snack on as often as she could. Once she had her first taste, Ella leaned in to sate her hunger.

Morgan - Moments later

A pair of amber eyes kept meeting Morgan's as Ella supped with gusto. She hadn't gotten her fingers in on things, using her tongue to explore surprisingly deep in Morgan's flower. She flickered and caressed but didn't get Morgan's clit in on the fun for anything more than a glancing blow or two from the cartilage or smooth ruby stud in her nostril.

Morgan pushed up on her elbows to marvel at Ella's work. The woman hadn't been tenuous as she explored for the first time. Is it because we're good together or something more? Morgan had feared that it was going to take time to examine and suss out how to please each other, but they were already finding a rhythm. This feels natural.

The next orgasm was building like soft snowflakes falling on the side of a mountain. Each seemed light and innocuous, but when they got enough of their friends together, they would cascade into an unstoppable avalanche, taking out everything as they tore down the side of the slope.

Typically, Morgan was quiet with a partner. She'd been used to living in a dorm room, an apartment, or sharing a wall with her sister. Places where she couldn't give into the shouts and moans that she freely released on the secluded beach. It started as a strategy to aid Ella, but it eroded the mental blocks that had been in place. Morgan was more than herself around Ella; she was unencumbered by fear or embarrassment.

Before the avalanche roared down Morgan's body, Ella stopped and kissed her way back up Morgan. Each smooch or nibble sent a tingle into Morgan. She was a changed woman, her heart beating wildly for the sizzling Brit. When their lips met again, the charged electricity hit like a stroke of lightning.

"Pussy tastes incredible!" Ella grinned when she broke her kiss with Morgan.

"I tried to tell you that!" Morgan laughed before accepting a nectar-tinged kiss.

"Best get used to me making a meal of you as oft as I can."

Ella's lithe form atop Morgan felt right. Her cinnamon skin tone, dark nipples, and red ropes were an incredible compliment to Morgan's pale complexion, light pink nipples, and a smattering of freckles. Morgan held on to her girlfriend's hips as their tongues and lips wrestled against each other.

"Don't know what's more distracting, having a snog with you or toying with your tits."

"Hard to say. The kisses are succulent, but you did make me cum, only playing with these two." Morgan shimmied her shoulders to shake her chest.

"Think if I had a toy so I could kiss you, play with your breasts, and fuck you at the same time." Ella used her hips to mash her mound into Morgan.

"Don't know. I need the kisses, but I usually need my clitty played with to cum."

"Do you?" Ella asked. "That's not what I remember happening a few moments ago." Her amber irises gleamed as she smirked. "Guess this'll have to do for now." She broke eye contact and leaned her weight onto a single hip.

Ella's long, exquisite fingers traced around Morgan's labia, setting burbling ripples of pleasure flowing through Morgan. It was a minor touch, but since Ella was the one doing it, she gasped in anticipation of more. Her middle finger pressed into Morgan, finally providing the friction she was craving.

"Unh..." Morgan moaned and pushed her hips into Ella.

"Does my girl like it more like this?" Ella thrust her finger quickly in and out of Morgan's tunnel. "Or is this better?" A second finger joined the first and curled against Morgan's vaginal walls in the perfect spot.

"OH!"

"Think that's a vote for the second." Ella pulled her fingers out of Morgan and made a show of licking the honey from her digits. "You're so wet, Morgan."

"How could I not be? I made Ella Arkwright cum!"

"You did indeed."

"I need this, Ella!"

"I'm sure you do, but someone had to tease me before she brought this woman into play."

Morgan shuddered as Ella traced around Morgan's clit. An intense ping of bliss fired out from her nexus, echoing and amplifying when it found the edge of her body and bounced back.

"Ffff!" Morgan hissed. None of this should have been sufficient to make her react, but because it was Ella, everything had an unrivaled intensity.

"This is going to be fun!" Ella said before coming in for a slow kiss. Her long fingers slid back into Morgan, curling again in the motion that she preferred. "Your little pussy is so tight! Are you sure my toys will fit?"

"Mmm... Seemed to take your toy just fine last night."

The dynamic sculptor molded Morgan's body to her will like she was clay in her expert hands. No way am I her first woman. Her skill seemed too refined. Has she ever lied to me? Morgan thought. Ella told her to never trust an artist but had shared everything with her, even if it put her in a bad light.

"That was a good show, but I'll bet making you orgasm will be an even better one."

Ella fluctuated between meeting Morgan's lips and toying with her nipples. Morgan wasn't sure if her tongue or fingers showed off more of Ella's enviable agility. Each touch caused Morgan's hips to gyrate, trying to get her body in on the action. Her dream woman varied her technique between thrusts of a pair of fingers and her curling maneuver. Both were effective in making Morgan shout.

This wasn't technically a private beach. Any of the passengers on the cruise could wander onto the sands. Morgan didn't care as she gave in to passion. Ella had to be shown how Morgan needed her touch. When the Brit brushed against Morgan's clit, her whole body lurched at the sensation. A gleam in Ella's eyes gave away that there was nothing accidental about her attention.

"You're dripping down my fingers," Ella whispered as she sucked on Morgan's earlobe.

Morgan felt like she was melting into the sand. Her whole body dissolved into bliss and was no longer capable of holding its form. It wasn't orgasm, that was still building. It was something else that Ella was the only one capable of summoning. Perhaps it wasn't the most skilled of any lover that Morgan had been with, but there was a passion and earnestness in her efforts that all others were lacking.

"Fuck!" Morgan screamed toward the rock providing shade. She moved her hand from clutching Ella's hips to her womanhood. It took all that remained of her concentration to sink a finger into Ella. "So... are you!"

"Mmm... naughty girl! Guess you still have too much consciousness left." Ella swirled her thumb around Morgan's nub, causing her to pull her fingers free of Ella so she could throw a hand on the sand to stabilize her. "Think I found the right spot!"

"I'm close, Ella!"

"I'm aware," Ella said with feigned disinterest. The smile curling the edges of her lips gave away her enjoyment. "You started this with your teasing. It made me cum so hard, so it's time I must return the favor." She amplified her accent from that of a scalpel to a bludgeoning hammer.

Ella wrapped her lips around Morgan's right nipple as her left hand circled the opposite areolae. Working with her hands and clay often must have allowed her to have a great separation of movements with her hands. Her fingers curled in Morgan's vagina while her thumb tightened its revolutions around Morgan's clit.

"GAH!" Morgan gasped, her body no longer capable of complete sentences as ecstasy exploded from every spot Ella was teasing. It was a sudden siren blaring to life to announce the intense climax. Morgan toppled backward into the sand as she writhed. Popping like strobe lights against her clenched eyelids were the shades of Ella's jewelry. Ruby, pearl, and gold heralded the arrival of a devouring orgasm.

Morgan shuddered and shouted as her legs closed, wrapping around Ella. Her girlfriend didn't slow her fingers, pressing the bliss burning through her body to unbelievable heights. It had never been this good. Not on the full weekends of lovemaking that punctuated the start of her journey with Tommy or any other lover she'd experienced.

Her lungs emptied as Morgan yelled her pleasure to anyone within hearing distance of the pair. The world had to know Ella's potent effect on her. Her first climax on the beach had been a surprise as she suddenly tumbled into bliss. This one had been warning its arrival for what seemed an eternity. Morgan quaked with every clench of her womanhood around Ella's still-moving fingers.

Before Morgan came down from the stratospheric heights of her climax, Ella gleefully kicked her over the precipice to a second climax. Usually, continued attention during her orgasm elongated the pleasure but didn't cause her to succumb a second time. Ella was different. Morgan jerked from the sand and hollered toward the sea. Her whole body clenched and released as the bliss fizzed through her like bubbles in champagne.

The colors that had ebbed for mere moments returned and intensified, adding new colors to the rainbow. Heat rolled from Morgan's vagina as Ella worked, scorching bliss in its wake. Ella's continued attention guided Morgan through the intense ecstasy. Sex, though her love life hadn't lacked fun or joy, had never been this good.

When Morgan finally opened her eyes, Ella struck like a coiled snake, meeting her lips in a torrent of kisses. Morgan welcomed the kisses and the feel of Ella's lithe body pressed against her. She could feel her woman's heart booming in harmony with her own.

"It's even more fun making you cum than it is climaxing!" Ella's radiant smile was as addicting as their lovemaking.

"I've never done that before." Morgan drawled, still recovering from her twinned orgasms.

"I know, we've established that neither of us has had sex with the fairer sex before."

"True. But that's not what I meant. I've never climaxed that soon after a previous one. Are you certain that you've never made love to a woman before?" Morgan raised a single eyebrow.

"Nope, I just listened to your body and thought about what I liked. You're a cracking guide, Morgan."

"Well, I think I need more practice. Why don't you bring that pretty pussy up here so I can have another taste."

"Sounds like a smashing plan." Ella leaned in for one more slow kiss before complying. Morgan hoped that they would be on offer for longer than a single cruise.

Morgan leaned back as Ella shuffled up her body on her knees. Her girlfriend's twin petals were more exaggerated than they had been before Ella's stint in control. Even better was the abundance of honey flowing from her as Morgan wrapped arms around Ella's thighs and pulled that delectable flower toward her. She pressed her tongue between Ella's folds and lapped up every drop of nectar she could get.

"Ohn!" Ella sighed.

"There's more honey than my last sample."

"Seeing you in ecstasy is more of a turn-on than shibari!" Ella nodded. Instead of her proper, upright posture, she was slumped a little to maintain better eye contact.

With her hands busy, Morgan couldn't use her fingers this time. She made the most of her tongue, lips, and even her nose to tease or caress Ella's soft cinnamon skin. A single taste of her pussy gave Morgan an unquenchable desire for more. Her moans and sighs add seasoning to my meal. Morgan thought as she listened to changes in tone, guiding her more clearly than Ella could do in words.

After a few minutes, Morgan only ever teased the triangle piercing, which was an easy catalyst for Ella, her girlfriend moved back.

"Awe, but I was savoring my meal."

"Why should you be the only one to get a scrummy snack?" Ella grinned before turning around. It showed off Ella's fantastic booty before Ella backed up and lowered her pussy back to Morgan's waiting lips.

This was a new viewpoint for more than one reason. Morgan had tried a similar position with male lovers, but she was never the one on the bottom. The inverted view of Ella's pussy did allow Morgan to get her fingers in on the fun, wriggling into Ella. They pulled more honey that Morgan readily cleaned from her digits.

"Oh, fantastic idea!" Morgan yelped as Ella's lips met her labia. They gently prodded and tugged before her tongue drove into Morgan.

Although it was difficult to ignore Ella's ministrations, Morgan concentrated on bringing her girlfriend bliss. It wasn't an altruistic endeavor, at least not wholly. Morgan received payment as Ella's sighs and moans became more fevered. She needed her new girlfriend to be as enraptured with Morgan as she was with Ella. Giving Ella pleasure was also amplifying the burgeoning ecstasy coalescing in Morgan's core.

Ella's bucking hips made it challenging to keep on target as she followed the woman. She jiggled the triangle piercing with her flickering tongue as her fingers worked. Ella's attention on Morgan slacked as her screams intensified. Morgan used that feedback and trapped the piercing between her lips. When she sucked on Ella's clit, the woman went rigid as she yelled loud enough that those choosing to remain on the ship had to hear her.

Letting go of the jewelry lest the writhing cause a snag, Morgan kept up the pressure on Ella's womanhood as it pulsed around her fingers. Her lover's scream was an incomprehensible wail announcing the arrival of what had to be her most intense climax of the evening. Nectar gushed from Ella as her yell transformed into a whimper. Aftershocks pulsed through her before Ella rolled off Morgan and slumped into the sand.

"Dog's bollocks! You're incredible!" Ella turned around and sought Morgan's lips.

"Are dog's bollocks a good thing?"

"Aye." Ella nodded before a second deluge of soft kisses. "The best." She leaned back and smoothed some escaped, sweat-matted strands of dark hair back over her ears. Ella looked like a naked angel. "Sounds a bit profane, but it's not really."

"Do you have a book of phrases somewhere? I'd hate to get the wrong impression." Morgan sat up to find Ella's lips again.

"Nah, can't make it too easy on you. Besides, your aces at the context clues." Ella winked. "I need my own meal without distraction!" She playfully pushed Morgan back into the sand.

Morgan could only dumbly nod as her first girlfriend descended on her. Ella's amber eyes burned like a pair of coals as she nibbled on numerous spots on her journey. I didn't think I could have sex with a woman? Morgan questioned herself as she watched. It was odd that this was both the quickest she'd ever hooked up with a lover and that it seemed like they'd wasted so much time before they admitted their feelings were authentic.

Ella grasped Morgan's breast with an ecstatic smile on her face. The woman knew the proper amount of pressure to apply. It was not too soft, as if it was as fragile as an egg or too harsh as a few lovers had in the past. Whether it was knowing female anatomy better than male lovers or Ella could tap into Morgan's hints like no other, it didn't matter. Morgan was at Ella's mercy.

"How does your perfume smell better with a little perspiration?" Ella asked after she inhaled deeply.

"A mystery for another day." Morgan shrugged. "A little sweat made you taste better." She giggled.

Ella didn't respond verbally at first. Instead, she traced around Morgan's womanhood with her tongue. "Same. Got that salty and sweet thing going on."

Morgan wouldn't say that pussy was sweet, but it was certainly tasty. The added salt that came from their fevered exertion had a captivating contrast to it, but sweet was artistic license. Addictive and exhilarating, indeed, but not quite sweet. Morgan lost her ability to argue her point as a pair of Ella's fingers slid into her tunnel.

Ella's sucks and slurps would sound indecent at most other times in Morgan's life, but here it sounded like a symphony. Morgan couldn't help adding a steady beat of moans and sighs to the cacophony. In the short time they had between times Ella was in this position, the extraordinary woman had gained confidence in abundance. Nothing was testing or hesitant in her motions.

Flickering her tongue against Morgan's clit, Ella glared up, daring Morgan to give in to the sensation. Morgan fought against it, hoping to see more tricks from her cinnamon goddess. That didn't stop her hips from bucking into the motions of Ella's fingers and tongue.

"Ungh!" Morgan gasped as if she could dispel some of the energy compacting in her pussy.

"You're going to cum for me!" Ella declared during a brief respite, though her fingers kept curling against Morgan's vaginal walls, coaxing pleasure. "But not quite yet." She smirked.

Over the following few minutes, Ella built Morgan up. Several times, the Brit made it seem that the cliff was inevitable, only to back away and slow things down. Ella visited Morgan's breasts and showered her with kisses as she grew the pool of potential pleasure deep within Morgan's body.

"Please!? Please!?"

"I may be the one that likes being tied up, but my lover begging is incredible."

Ella couldn't keep the tease going indefinitely, no matter how much of a sorceress she was with Morgan's womanhood. There were physical limits to how long she could build Morgan up. Eventually, Ella surrounded Morgan's clit with her lips, holding it steady as her tongue tangoed around the most sensitive bundle of nerves.

Morgan threw her hands back into the beach to steady herself as she gripped the soft, white sand. Her abs and glutes worked her hips into Ella as she screamed. This caused Ella to add suction to her attention on Morgan's clit.

Tumbling backward into the sand, Morgan toppled into the immense pool of ecstasy that Ella had filled inside her. She shrieked her pleasure into the sky as her body shuddered. Her legs shook and tried to encroach on Ella, but Morgan managed a sliver of control amidst the drowning orgasm. All senses were occluded by ecstasy. This wasn't the slow ripples she'd experienced before; it was closer to an explosion, lighting every receptor at once.

Morgan writhed, kicked, and screamed. She'd never experienced bliss like this before, and it was all thanks to taking a chance on her inviting new lover. Ella stopped playing with Morgan's clit, but added fonts of pleasure to the experience as if unbothered by the hurricane of sensation enveloping Morgan.

After the initial explosion, more shockwaves pulsed through Morgan. Her vagina crushed down on Ella's fingers each time a wave passed through. Ella never stopped her curling fingers, driving the screaming Morgan to heights that were impossible before the charming Brit entered her life.

Ella - That same time

"Kiss me," Morgan demanded as one more shiver passed visibly through the bombshell beauty.

Ella wordlessly complied. Even after all the fun they had on the beach, she needed more of the redhead. Her lover's lips were as delightful as the woman's tempting pussy.

"So that's what I taste like, huh?" Morgan giggled. She'd already gotten several samples from Ella's lips but decided to make light of it now.

"Delicious, right?"

"Undeniably, as long as it's on your lips."

"I want to cuddle, Morgan, but I think I need to get you cleaned up and put more sunscreen on you," Ella suggested as she embraced her girlfriend. "Don't need to get you burnt. I have more exploring to do when I get you someplace secluded." She grinned. "The shade helps, but that white sand is reflective."

"Think I'm all full up on freckles." Morgan sat up. "How come no one told me that sex with women could be this fun?"

"I need to lodge the same complaint!" Ella snickered. "Imagine what happens when we have toys and a bouncier surface." She stood to her feet and helped Morgan up.

"This isn't just a one-time thing, is it?"

"Not if I have anything to say about it, no. Plus, I believe you promised to tie me up and explore every inch of me." Ella grabbed Morgan's hand and started toward the surf.

"Good to know that outdoor sex was better than my fantasies. Was shibari all that you dreamed of?"

"Better, though there's still more exploring to do. I thought it was going to take hours to tie the knots." Ella confessed. "Glad it didn't. I would've been a quivering puddle on the sand if you teased me much longer."

Morgan helped untie the knots around Ella before they dove into the gentle surf. "So, do you want to go to lunch with my sister and Mason?"

"As long as you tie that back on me, yeah? I need to show off my girlfriend's shibari skills."

"Say that last part again." Morgan gave her a shy smile. The confident vixen morphed into innocent again.

"My girlfriend's shibari skills." Ella grinned.

"Never had a girlfriend, but it sounds wonderful in your voice." Morgan leaned in and kissed Ella.

"We're dating, yeah? I know we don't have infinite time together, but I want to make the most of it." Ella blushed.

"Of course. Don't think I can get my fill of you."

"Perfect." Ella's head was reeling after the first kiss of what her future would bring. Sex in the sand reinforced those feelings. She wanted to say so much to the incredible woman but needed to walk a careful path that didn't scare her away. To fully divulge how her heart pattered for Morgan would doubtlessly frighten her, and Ella didn't think her soul could handle that.

The girls splashed, tickled, teased, kissed, and played as they enjoyed the azure waves. One round with Ella hadn't seemed to slake Morgan's thirst for more. They couldn't swim for long, or Morgan would sizzle in the sun.

"Would you want to go snorkeling tomorrow?" Ella asked as they toweled off.

"As long as we don't take sex completely out of our schedule," Morgan smirked as she leaned down to grab her sunscreen.

"Wouldn't dare remove that from our schedule." Ella nodded. "We need to be vigilant tomorrow lest we get left on the island when the ship leaves in the evening."

"Schedule." Morgan giggled as she tried to say the word with a faux British accent. "I could see sex with you completely blowing through my day. Do my back?" Morgan held out her sunscreen bottle.

"Only if you return the favor."

Ella took her time exploring Morgan's backside as she slopped on an ample helping of sunblock. The woman's bum might have been her favorite feature, but Ella needed more study.

"I think I can get those spots myself." Morgan giggled as Ella moved on to Morgan's front side.

"Don't know. Think there was a bucketful of friction applied to these spots and trust me, it's not fun with a sunburn on your cooch." Ella shrugged and got a raised eyebrow from Morgan. "Second cruise, last day on the boat. Spent a little too much time by the pool. Let me tell you, a sunburn down here is bad, but having to put back on clothes on burnt labia, ouch."

"Best to be careful, then."

"Hate for this to be off the menu when I need far more tastes." Ella grinned before moving on to ensure that Morgan's breasts were as well covered.

Morgan finished applying sunscreen to herself as Ella got out a weaker SPF for her own skin. Her new girlfriend returned the favor to cover Ella's back, then did her best to ensure that anywhere she'd applied heavy friction as the pair made love. Morgan was also frequently distracted by Ella's hungry kisses.

"Are you two decent?" Roberta broke up their fun. "We need to clean up and get ready for the next class."

"Yeah. We're mint." Ella said as she finished up with her sunscreen.

"So, how was sex with a woman?" Yuuka stepped down the path.

"Who's saying we had sex?" Morgan smirked.

"We were a ways away, but I fear your lover's screams carry." Roberta grinned.

"Took us a minute to figure it out. We got there, but I think further study is needed." Ella nodded.

"Should've been doing that since the first day on the cruise!" Yuuka shook her head.

"Didn't think we were lesbians." Morgan shrugged. "Happy to be mistaken. Could you show me how to tie the waist harness? I want to show off my girlfriend to my sister. Think I can redo the chest harness from memory."

"Of course. I didn't think I was a lesbian, and now, I couldn't imagine a day without Roberta." Yuuka smiled. "One condition on showing you this harness."

"That is?" Ella asked.

"Let me show you Roberta's favorite harness for full-chested women so you can return the favor for your girlfriend," Yuuka said.

"My set may be slightly larger, but Morgan's are rounder and perkier. What do you say? Green to go with her eyes, or would that be too much Christmas-like color?" Roberta asked.

"That would be perfect." Yuuka nodded.

"What do you say, Morgan?"

"Sounds like fun."

It took about a half hour to get the girls tied into the pretty patterns. Yuuka told them she could show them other ties that could be even more fun in bed but would have to try that another time, as another group of ten was due in for the unofficial shibari lesson. Roberta informed them they were trying to get another couple of sets of shy travelers to give into the magic of the island, but Morgan and Ella had been their top priority.

"Sure you want to go to lunch?" Morgan asked before she tapped out a message on her smart band to her sister.

"Not hiding you, Morgan. Am I going to get interrogated?"

"Very likely. Ava is quite protective of her sister." Morgan blushed.

"I can take it, darling." Ella scowled and tried to look intimidating.

"Darling? I like the sound of that." Morgan giggled and stole a kiss. Her girlfriend looked stunning in the harness that Ella had tied on her chest. It framed the woman's incredible body, giving her breasts the spotlight that they deserved.

Walking through the jungle paths, Ella and Morgan held hands as they discussed plans for the next couple of days on the cruise. They didn't have a ton of time and wanted to maximize their spell together.

The island belonged to another cruise line, much like the ship, but the naked cruise had rented it out so they could accommodate their nude passengers. Ella explained how the workers on the island were a mix of those brought in special for the cruise and volunteers that could work in the nude from the typical crews on the island. Again, the only ones that were clothed were those working in the restaurants.

"Are you okay with spicy?" Morgan asked as they walked out of a clearing.

"White girl from Iowa spicy, or really spicy?" Ella asked with what she hoped was playful, teasing energy.

"They cook with a lot of Scotch bonnets where Ava wants us to eat. So, I think the actual spicy."

"You forget my heritage, darling. Spice is always on the menu when I visit my grandparents on either side. English food has a reputation of being dull, but not from my experience."

"Just checking. I had an ex-boyfriend that had to buy the extra mild salsa." Morgan giggled and shook her head. "Ready to meet Ava as my girlfriend?"

"Uh-huh." Ella smiled, displaying more confidence than she felt. There was a whirl of butterflies, highlighting the nerves in her tummy. She needed to impress Morgan's family.

"She and Mason can be a little scary when I introduce them to a lover. Can you roll with the punches if I try to throw them off their game?"

"Of course." Ella grinned. A squeeze of Morgan's hand buoyed her faith, making it easier to face Morgan's sister.

Ava and Mason were seated under an awning outside the jerk restaurant, sipping on fruity concoctions. Morgan waved at them when Ava looked over, never letting go of Ella's hand. There was a slight tremble in her grip, but Morgan projected utter confidence.

"Oh! Wow, shibari is pretty!" Ava cheered. "Did you tie this, Morgan?"

"Yes, I did. I had an exceptional teacher and a hypnotizing subject." Morgan tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Mason, Ava, this is my girlfriend, Ella Arkwright."

"I knew it!" Ava giggled and bounced out of her seat to give each girl a hug. "You owe me fifty bucks, Mason!" She told her husband, who was giving Ella an odd, unnerving glare. "Sit, sit! We need to know all about you, Ella!"

"I'm an open book." Ella pulled out a chair for Morgan. Her girlfriend grabbed a pair of towels out of her tote and set them on each of their chairs. Ella tried not to keep eye contact with Mason, who had gone from a withering glare to befuddled.

"What have you and Mason been up to on the island?" Morgan tried to change the subject.

"Went snorkeling. They have an artificial reef and an enclosure for my camera." Ava pulled an older, well-used DSLR camera from her bag. "Only a few days I can pull this out on the trip."

"Are you a photographer?" Ella asked.

"Not really. Just something I do on vacation. I'm an accountant by trade. Mason works for an insurance company. Not the same one as my baby sister." Ava grinned. "After snorkeling, we found a quiet spot, and Mason gave me a refill." The woman was fearless.

"Snorkeling and sex sounds like a fantastic plan for tomorrow," Morgan smirked as she grabbed Ella's hand under the table.

"I'd say we could swap agendas tomorrow, but I don't think Yuuka and Roberta have tomorrow off to teach knots."

"Who are Yuuka and Roberta?" Ava asked.

"The itamae of the sushi restaurant and her wife, who's a waitress at the restaurant," Morgan said. Ella was glad that the woman had remembered the term for a sushi chef.

"The head chef of the sushi restaurant? I heard that place was marvelous." Ava nodded.

"Excellent. Not something I say lightly. An itamae at her age is no easy feat. I've been to some incredible sushi places in my world travels. You two should try it at least once." Ella nodded as she looked at Ava and Mason, who had been silent since she sat down. Why is he giving me that sour puss look?

"Mason should. I'm being as careful with what I eat and drink as possible. No raw fish while I'm trying to get pregnant, in case Mason and I have been successful in our attempts." Ava lifted her frosty glass and swirled it. "These are virgin pina coladas. Mason's not drinking if I'm not. His idea, not mine."

"They have some cracking tempura, too. You should be able to find something to enjoy if you two eat there." Ella nodded. "I'm sorry, Mason, why's it look like I've forced you to try marmite for the first time?" She was trying to make an impression on Morgan's family, but she couldn't figure out why Mason was giving her an odd glare.

"Sorry." Mason shook his head and then looked around like he was trying to make sure they didn't have any eavesdroppers. "Are you that Ella Arkwright? The Naked Sculptress?"

"Aye, that I am." Ella nodded. She didn't go around trumpeting her accomplishments in her spare time, but neither did she shy away from it. "There an issue with that?"

"No... sorry, again. My CEO has one of your sculptures. Or had one. Guess he still owns it, but it's on display in Milwaukee temporarily. I was trying to reconcile the name. Do you really make all the sculptures in the nude?"

"Everything until I get to the metalwork. That requires safety equipment. Or if I'm working with stone, flying chunks of marble don't feel good on the sensitive bits."

"Hate to intrude, but I haven't seen wait staff." Morgan held up a hand.

"Oh, oops, you have to order inside, and then they bring it out. You tap your smart band to pay. They're short-staffed." Ava said.

"Want a pina colada?" Morgan asked.

"Sure."

"I'll go order. Round of jerk chicken for everyone at the table?"

"That sounds great, Morgan," Ava answered for her and Mason. Her eyes followed Morgan as she scampered off. "So, what are your intentions for my sister?" Ava's demeanor morphed as the delight in her eyes hardened.

"Last I heard, you were married. Your husband does all the photography that makes you the Naked Sculptress." Mason scowled and leaned forward.

"Ah, so that's why I was getting the look. I was married until ten months ago when I told my ex-husband I thought it was time to start a family, and he replied he was fucking the museum curator where he was installing his new modern art display." Ella leaned away from the table and crossed her arms. "My intention for your sister is to date her, to do my best to woo an incredible woman. I pledge to treat her right."

"Is it true that you've never been with a woman sexually?" Ava leaned forward with a scathing glare.

"That was true this morning." Ella returned the glare. She wasn't one to back down. "For the record, Morgan came on to me."

"Was it good sex?" Ava wasn't letting the conversation change.

"We both have a lot to learn." Ella started, attempting to throw Ava off balance. "We had no toys on the beach, but I've never had more passionate sex than that. Best I've ever experienced."

"They said it'll be a bit on the food as they cook it fresh, but drinks will be here in a minute. What'd I miss?" Morgan flopped back in her seat.

"Mason and I are trying to ensure that Ella is in this for the right reasons. Told us you two had sex," Ava said as she turned her glare on her sister.

"I thought I implied that by saying we planned to snorkel and have sex tomorrow." Morgan shrugged.

"We know her opinion on the first time you two smooshed coochies, but what about you?" Ava smirked.

"Smooshed coochies? Do you mean tribbing? Haven't tried that yet. It was the best sex I've ever had, no doubt." Morgan reached over and grabbed Ella's hand. "Right?" Her sunglasses were on, but Ella imagined her intense green eyes on her.

"Dead cert." Ella nodded.

"Good. I like you two together." Ava grinned, mirth returning to her eyes.

Morgan - A few days later

Waking up early enough that the colors of dawn were coming in from the balcony, Morgan stretched as she yawned and sadly discovered that her girlfriend wasn't in bed with her. She sat up, orienting herself. Ella was missing, but her smart band was still on the charger. Bathroom? Morgan got up and put her own band on before finding her girlfriend.

Bathroom's empty. Morgan took the time to relieve herself and brush her teeth before seeing if Ella was in the sitting room or on the balcony. She has to be close if she left her smart band. The front room was vacant, and the safety bolt was still on the door.

Morgan walked back through the bedroom and stopped at the pair of stuffed animals perched on the countertop beneath the TV. After snorkeling with Ella, Morgan insisted on stopping by the crane game and winning a partner for her sloth. The ocelot was long and sinuous, like Morgan's girlfriend. Ella arranged the pair of stuffies, which looked like they were smooching.

Balcony it is, then. Morgan crept out to the balcony. The woman she loved was sitting on the lounger, her big tablet resting on her knees as she furiously drew on the computer. Morgan stood and watched for a minute, observing an artist at work. She was biting her lower lip as she added pink to what looked like a conflagration on the page, only in pink instead of the familiar red, orange, or yellow of flickering flames.

"What are you doing up so early?" Morgan pulled the other lounger next to the beauty.

"Did I wake you?" Ella looked up with worry in her amber eyes.

"Not directly. I stretched, and you weren't there. Already gotten used to cuddling with you in bed."

"Sorry, something you're going to have to get used to, babe. Sometimes, the muse strikes me, and I must get an image down on my tablet or form it out of clay. Helps that my apartment is attached to my studio." Ella spun her stylus in her fingers.

"Explains why you brought such a big tablet on the ship." Morgan leaned over to find Ella's lips. She, too, had already brushed her teeth.

"Easier to travel with than clay." Ella giggled.

"What inspired this?" Morgan snuggled close to look at Ella's work.

"You and shibari." Ella tapped the back of the stylus on the image to point without adding a mark to it.

"Why flames?" Morgan leaned over Ella's shoulders.

"It's going to be a phoenix or an impression of one. None of my works are that explicit. It's more about emotions evoked when you see the image."

Morgan gazed at the illustration. There were pink flames and curvy forms in the blaze. None of the phallic objects were present in the other pictures.

"Is this inspired by the first time we had sex?"

"Close, well, I guess it includes the first time you touched me."

"When I discovered your pussy is delicious?" Morgan smiled.

"Uh-huh. I..." Ella sighed. "I didn't realize how dead I was from my divorce." Her knuckles were white as she gripped her stylus. "You brought me back to life, Morgan. Not necessarily on the beach that day, though it inspires the inferno here."

"Really?"

"I guess I'm being overly dramatic by saying my flame had died, but my heart was nothing but a smoldering coal. Then, I saw this adorable redhead, and she added oxygen and fuel to my fire."

"An incredible Brit did the same for me." Morgan smiled.

"Confession time?" Ella went back to nervously spinning her stylus.

"What kind of confession?" Morgan arched an eyebrow.

"I... I wasn't lying about trying to help girls like me out. To help them avoid hunters like Kimberly. I've successfully helped acclimate a handful of young women to the sights and fun of the nude cruise. I told you to never trust an artist, as I had an ulterior motive with you." Ella shook her head.

"Did you?"

"I wasn't lying about never being with a woman before you, Morgan, but I only started a conversation with you because I thought you caught me staring. My heart was pattering for you the moment I saw you, my darling."

"So, we had that in common." Morgan grinned. "It took me a couple of days to admit I could have feelings for a woman, but you took my breath away, El." She leaned in for a kiss. "Why do you think a simple question discombobulated me?"

"It was cute." Ella smiled. "And as you've picked up confidence? Irresistible."

"Had to be to keep up with you." Morgan nodded. "So..."

"So, what, my darling?"

"This ship is magical, but... We only have another week together before we disembark. How... How are we going to make this work? I don't want to wait until the next time I can go on a cruise..." Morgan fidgeted. They'd known each other for less than a week, but she was already talking about the future.

"I suppose I'll be getting familiar with Des Moines International Airport and O'Hare, too. Don't think there are direct flights to New York." Ella shrugged. "If it works out, I'll find studio space in Des Moines. I'm very much feeling this, but I'm scared to jinx anything."

"Prudent."

"You'll come visit me in Brooklyn at least once so I can show you the current studio and maybe help inspire another work or two. I will have to fly back on occasion for exhibits and art sales. Des Moines is nice, but it's not exactly the center of the art world. We'll take trips to London and Paris. I was doing the occasional trip to Dubai, but I think that part of the world is off-limits now." Ella scowled.

"That's not fair."

"No, but I was already getting warnings about my nose ring. Sucks that parts of the world aren't safe for us, but I'd rather be safe than a martyr. Let my art do the speaking instead of my presence." Ella looked at the sea and the rising sun.

"Are we getting ahead of ourselves?" Morgan asked as her heart fluttered.

"Probably, but it doesn't matter. Property is cheaper in Des Moines, so we can buy something on land with a house, studio, and enough distance between us and our neighbors that I can wear my favorite outfit whenever I want." Ella grinned. "Get a dog and a kitty. You're not allergic, are you?"

"Nope." Morgan dove in for a kiss. Ella's proposed future sounded delightful.

"I always wanted one of each, but my ex had me convinced that they'd mess with things in my studio." Ella looked as if she had bitten into a lemon. "I feel like I'm railroading the discussion. What do you want from life, other than a passionately interested Brit that's crazy about you?"

"I like it all so far. Maybe two dogs instead of one, so they have each other to play with. I would eventually want a wedding. We could either have a wedding wearing white dresses with our friends and family or something more intimate wearing our favorite outfits." Morgan shimmied to remind Ella that they were naked.

"Tough decision. I bet you'd look cute in white. You make a convincing argument for a nude wedding, though. Anything would be better than a Vegas wedding." Ella stuck out her tongue. "Yuck. Should've been a sign!"

"We settle down, then in a few years, I'm in no rush, but we figure out how we can have kids. Shit, do you want kids, Ella?" Morgan's heart pounded as if she was talking about a deal breaker.

"At least two." Ella blushed. "This is too early, isn't it?"

"Nope. I've always been partial to three, but two works, too."

"I just don't want to raise an only child. My parents were great, but it was a little lonely moving around as a girl."

"Sorry, El."

"No, it's not as bad as all that. I had a mint upbringing, but a sibling would've improved it."

"Okay, that's out of the way. What do you want to do tomorrow? It'll be the first time I see you wearing more than shoes and jewelry." Morgan leaned in for a kiss. Tomorrow, the ship would pull into a public port, and they would have to put on clothes to visit the shops and attractions.

"They have some superb jewelry stores, and I could use a little more variety. That and maybe some rock climbing?"

"Never done that."

"Could've done that on the other island, babe. The climbing gear is a mite awkward when you're wearing nothing else, though. You interested?"

"I think I've proved that I'm open to new things." Morgan tried to look offended. "Heights don't scare me."

"Good. It's how I keep in shape." Ella flexed her arms.

"It's a very sexy shape. I prefer running, though that's difficult on the naked cruise. Walking, dancing, and pickleball will have to do. So, shopping and rock climbing tomorrow?"

"I like having a plan."

"Then we need one for the day after."

"Why's that?"

"It's April first, and I can't let my sister's naked cruise prank go unanswered!" Morgan shook her fist. "Despite it working out phenomenally for me."

"I got an idea." Ella smiled and narrowed her eyes like an evil genius.

"Care to elaborate?"

"It's the second day on the island, so we wait for Ava and Mason to disembark. Then we clean out their cabin. Probably easier to hide their stuff in the bathroom than bring it back here. We could bring your luggage back, though."

"Devious, I like it. Too bad I can't get this set to let me get to this cabin on my own." Morgan jostled her smart band.

"Roberta might not have that kind of access, but I bet she could point us in the right direction to fix that. What about today?"

"Are you at a stopping point?" Morgan asked but didn't wait for an answer as she leaned in for a kiss.

"I could be convinced." Ella smiled and put her tablet on the table on the far side of her lounger.

"We still haven't made love out on the balcony." Morgan slid over onto Ella's lounger.

"That sounds fun, but it's more of a nocturnal activity." Ella grinned. "I think I may need to scream, and we haven't brought toys in on the fun yet."

The first time Ella and Morgan had sex on the island, it had been about a desperate need for release to quench the inferno whipped up by passion. When they got back to the cabin, it was a repeat when the flames returned. Last night, it was different. They made slow love to each other as they explored. Orgasm wasn't the goal. Being close to Ella was.

They talked, conspired, caressed, kissed, studied, and searched as they spent hours in bed without a goal more than connection, bodies and souls twisting around each other. That didn't mean that it wasn't incredible. Just that climax wasn't the only goal for sex.

"Oh, and we haven't put anything I learned about ropes to the test yet," Morgan smirked.

"And to think, I didn't make a move because I wasn't sure about having sex with a woman." Ella stood, grabbed her tablet, and offered a hand up to her girlfriend.

"It just means we need a lot of practice to get it right." Morgan let Ella step ahead of her so she could stare at her swaying booty.

"Practice!? You imply it's going to get better!" Ella spun, stopped, and let Morgan walk into her arms for another kiss.

"It has to," Morgan said as the kiss broke. "I need you to be addicted enough to come to Des Moines as often as possible."

"Careful what you ask for, darling; it may come true." Ella spun her around and pushed Morgan onto the bed before climbing atop her with desire in her eyes. "We'll bring the toys in on the fun, but first, I need a nosh on a starter. Think you could use one, too." She kissed Morgan and then turned around so Morgan had access to her womanhood and Ella could devour her girlfriend's pussy.

Ella - A couple of days later

"Shh! Shh! Shh!" Morgan held a finger to her lips, but a suppressed giggle was leaking out.

Ella held up her finger and nodded, hoping that her girlfriend's sister and brother-in-law panicked, at least for a moment. They were walking a delicate line, though. The last thing they wanted to do was explain their joke to ship security. Ava deserves a touch of payback. Ella thought back to her parents, dropping their surprise on her. Yes, she was happier with the path her life was on now, but no one deserved that kind of forced revelation.

"I need another dose, Mason!" Ava begged her husband as they loudly came into the room.

"You only need to ask, my love. My cock is as addicted to your pussy as I am to you," Mason declared between what sounded like a flurry of kisses.

"Are they even going to notice their stuff missing?" Ella leaned in to whisper.

"We won't let them get too far."

"Whoa!" Ava giggled as the sound of bedsprings crinkling made it to the bathroom. "You know I love it when you throw me around!"

"So much easier to do now that we have the cabin to ourselves. We got lucky!" Mason said.

"Not half as lucky as Morgan did. She's going to marry that woman," Ava declared between noisy kisses.

Ella looked over at Morgan, who blushed as she shrugged. That's how I'm feeling, Morgan, but it's far too early to voice that. She returned the shrug.

"You'd have to give me amazing odds for me to bet against that. You see how they look at each other." Mason said.

"They're adorable together. If they're half as good in the bedroom as they are on the dance floor..." Ava faded out as she succumbed to another bout of kisses from her husband.

"It's better than on the dance floor." Morgan leaned over and whispered in Ella's ear, sending a shudder of ecstasy down her spine.

"Get the lube and maybe the vibe," Ava commanded her husband. "The more we have sex, the hornier I get!" she giggled. "I need more cock, and my pussy requires more sperm!"

"A sacrifice I'm willing to make," Mason said between loud smooches. "Umm... babe!?"

"What? Too much?" Ava asked.

"Never. Don't think I noticed because someone had me distracted, but where's our stuff?" Mason paced around the room.

"My jewelry!" Ava shrieked as the pair tore the room apart.

"Sure we didn't leave it in the bathroom?" Mason's heavy footfalls revealed him pacing toward Ella and Morgan's hiding spot.

"April Fool's!" Morgan yelled as Mason opened the door.

"HOLY SHIT!" Mason yelled and jumped backward like an elephant, seeing a mouse.

"Got you!" Ella cheered and burst into a fit of giggles. Morgan joined in the laughter.

"I—couldn't..." Morgan struggled for words between giggles and guffaws. "Let the surprise cruise go unanswered! Wow, Mason! All that was missing was a high-pitched scream!"

"Nice one, Morgan!" Mason joined in the laughter as he rushed to the bed to grab a comforter and conceal his massive erection.

Wow! That's the biggest cock I've ever seen! Ella thought silently. She'd seen it from a distance a few days ago, but it looked far more massive up close.

"Imp! I guess we deserved that." Ava punched Morgan in the arm.

"I'm not done getting my vengeance!" Morgan declared as she shook her fist.

"For what!? Helping you find true love?" Ava sounded defensive, but her snicker gave away the fact that she wasn't that angry.

"We just started dating!" Morgan grumped.

"Uh-huh, you know how you two look together, right?" Ava asked. "I get to be your matron of honor when you get married!"

"Maybe someday." Ella shrugged and slipped her hand into Morgan's. "Now that we've played our trick, we'll let you two get back to baby-making."

"Wait." Ava put up her hand. "Sorry, Mason, going to give you a minor case of blue balls. I think it's time Morgan and I used the April Fool's Day Carswell sister's confession loophole. We're still in port and have cell coverage. If we wait, we'll be at sea."

"What's the Carswell sister's confession loophole?" Ella looked at Morgan.

"Ava and I can confess to my parents once a year, on April first. If things go poorly, we can yell 'April Fool's!' and try again later." Morgan explained.

"I need to tell them this was a naked cruise before someone else clues her in." Ava glared at Morgan.

"They are going to wonder why there are no pictures from the ship! Not like you wouldn't deserve it!" Morgan scowled at her sister.

"Again, I found you your soulmate!" Ava pointed at Ella.

"Fine, you confess first, though!" Morgan stuck out her tongue.

"Yeah, yeah. Come out on the balcony. There's better reception out there." Ava fished through her bag for a phone.

"Alright, let me tinkle first." Morgan stepped back and closed the door to the restroom.

"Nervous bladder," Ava explained for her sister. "Been that way since she was a baby. Think it's my sister's only weakness, though."

"Hey... um." Ella started a sentence but thought better of it and closed her mouth.

"What? You suddenly look morose." Ava peeked up as she turned on her phone.

"It's nothing..."

"Nope, you don't get to do that in front of your future sister-in-law," Ava smirked.

"What if... what if Morgan tells them and has to say April Fool's?" Ella blushed.

"Never going to happen." Ava sighed. "That's not what this is about. Neither of us has ever pulled a confession. It makes it easier to tell our parents things, pretending that it can be pulled back. I know April Fool's is for pranks and stupid fake announcements online, but Morgan and I used it differently."

"How does something like this come about?" Ella asked.

"Well, when I was nine and Morgan was seven, Ian was a newborn, and my parents were kinda at wits' end. I know Morgan probably told you I'm her half-sister, but her bio-father is the only one I've ever called Dad. Mom won't tell me much about the man who provided half my DNA, but from the stories I've heard, he wasn't a good man. Morgan's dad, though, he's a fantastic father to all three of his children. Never considered me lesser." Ava briefly smiled.

"Sorry, got off-topic." Ava wiped away a tear. "Morgan and I probably did more roughhousing than my brother ever even considered, but we were close. Still are. Anyway, we were wrestling about who got to enact our carefully planned April Fool's joke, the details of which I don't remember, but we weren't masterminds. We broke a candy dish."

"As kids do," Mason said.

"Yeah, don't know why we were so scared, kids, right?" Ava shook her head. "I have no idea what book Morgan and Dad were reading, but she was stuck on the word loophole. When she suggested we use April Fool's to admit what we had done instead of some asinine prank, I went along."

"Smart little girl." Ella grinned.

"She still is. A couple of years later, I needed to confess a poor grade on a quiz, and Morgan had gotten into trouble for talking in class. We invoked the loophole again." Ava smiled and laughed. "I bet my parents get a touch nervous on April first now." Her smile faded, and her features hardened. "Take care of her, Ella. Tommy broke her."

"I endeavour to do my best." Ella nodded.

"You love her, don't you?"

Ella gave Ava a silent nod. "It's too soon, innit?"

"Not at all." Ava nodded.

"What'd I miss?" Morgan asked as she stepped out of the bathroom. "Sorry, needed to psych myself up for a second." She slid her hand into Ella's. "It's a little scary to admit you're dating a woman, but if you're holding my hand, it's easier." She smiled at Ella. "Shouldn't you be on the balcony calling Mom?"

"You're not the only one that's slightly scared." Ava sighed. She didn't delay any longer, walking out on the balcony to connect her call. "Hi, Mom! You're on speaker. How's Iowa?"

"It's snowing again!" Ava and Morgan's mother answered on the first ring. "Your father and Ian are out shoveling."

"Hope it melts by the time we get home."

"Why don't you make this a video call? Show me your cabin! It's a suite, right?"

"Umm... Mom, I can do that..." Ava motioned for Ella, Morgan, and Mason to hide in the corner. "You know how Mason and I live at home..." Ava's cheeks got redder. "Mom, it's a naked cruise!"

"They have those!? Did your sister know what she was getting into?"

"Yes, they have those, and no, Morgan didn't know until she was on the ship." Ava looked down at the balcony as her blush deepened.

"Ava Duchess Carswell!"

"Morgan's fine with it now, Mom!" Morgan yelled.

"Good. Show me your cabin! I don't need to see your bits, but I want to see some of the ship!"

"I can't take my phone out of our cabin, but I can show you that," Ava said as she switched to a video call.

"Makes sense. Not everyone wants their tits recorded. What do you guys do for fun other than you and Mason working on my first grandchild?" Mrs. Carswell's image was on the phone even as Ava had the rear camera on. She looked a lot like Morgan, though her nose looked closer to Ava's. Her scarlet hair was peppered with gray, and her green eyes had a caring intensity radiating from them.

"Mom!" Ava rolled her eyes. "It's not just Mason and me on the call."

"I hope your sister's giving you plenty of space. I need a grandchild before I'm ancient!" She laughed.

Ava gave her a tour of the cabin and the balcony as the group carefully stayed out of the camera's arc.

"Looks nice, though; there's not a lot of room in the cabin."

"Morgan doesn't spend a lot of time in our cabin," Ava explained.

"Why's all your stuff in the bathroom?"

"Since it's April first, Morgan had to play a joke on us."

"You deserved it." Her mom chuckled. It sounded like Morgan's laugh, the one Ella wanted to invoke as often as she could. "Turn the camera around so I can see my firstborn's beautiful face. It's zoomed in enough that I don't have to see any tits." Mrs. Carswell giggled as Ava complied, and the other three scattered out of what was once a safe spot. "Oh, what's your sister doing for fun on a naked cruise?"

"It has the same amenities as our other cruises, just no one is wearing clothes." Ava rolled her eyes. "Dancing, spectacular restaurants, shopping, swimming, karaoke, but Morgan's been playing a lot of pickleball." She looked over at her sister with a smile.

"Pickleball? Your sister always turns her nose up at that! I keep trying to get her to play with your father and me."

"Helps that she found the right partner." Ava's grin got wider.

"Your sister met someone! On a naked cruise!?"

"Yeah, why don't I let her introduce you to her new friend?" Ava winked at Morgan and Ella.

"H... hi, Mom!" Morgan faltered as she grabbed the phone, carefully keeping the lens at face level. Her pale skin was a bright pink.

"Hey, dear. Who's this new friend? Am I not going to approve?"

"It's... going to be different. I'm praying that you approve." Morgan sighed and extended a hand toward Ella, which she readily accepted. "Mom, I want you to meet Ella Arkwright, my girlfriend." She pulled Ella into the picture.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Ella waved at the camera. Her heart was pounding. She needed to make a good impression on Morgan's mom. This relationship felt different and wonderful in a new way.

"Girlfriend?" Morgan's mother's face contorted in confusion. "Do you mean like I do when I'm talking about people from my Sunday school class, or?" Mrs. Carswell's eyebrow arched.

"We're dating, Mom!" Morgan leaned in and kissed Ella's cheek.

"British! Such a cute accent! Nice to meet you, Ms. Arkwright."

"You don't care that I'm dating a woman?" Morgan blinked with an adorable, confused look on her face.

"Are you happy?" Her mother asked.

"Very."

"I rarely approve of nose rings, but it looks cute on her! Gold looks so good on your complexion, Ella. Are you two having sex?"

"Mom!"

"It's an important part of life, Morgan Grace." Her mother shrugged.

"We are." Morgan blushed.

"Good. Don't need any details, but I wanted you two to be..." Morgan's mother thought for a second, "compatible."

"We're very compatible; I'll just leave it at that."

Ella was subjected to introductions to Morgan's father and brother before she and Morgan waved goodbye and carefully ducked out, avoiding the camera lens.

"Dating a woman?" Ian asked as they were leaving the cabin. "My sister has some pull!" Ian cackled.

"He's not wrong." Ella giggled as they shut the door and headed down the hallway.

"That went well." Morgan hadn't let go of Ella's hand since she'd pulled her into frame.

"Your family's mint, darling." Ella stopped them by the lifts and kissed Morgan. "Means I have to go back to the cabin and make a call of my own."

"Really!?"

"I hear there's an April Fool's Day loophole I can exploit. I'm not a Carswell sister, so I hope there's some transference." Ella grinned. "Quick warning?" She pressed the button to summon a lift.

"What?"

"I'm going to ring them on my tablet, and they're used to seeing me on a naked holiday. The lens is much more wide-angle than your sister's." Ella's cheeks burned.

"What are you saying?"

"They're going to see my outfit and yours if I introduce you."

"With your jewelry? I thought this was a secret." Morgan tapped Ella's intimate settings.

"Aye, they were, but might as well get all the scary done at once, right?"

"We can do this, Ella." Morgan nodded.

Ella's heart was pounding when she sent a text to her mum to see if she was somewhere secluded before she just connected with a video call. Her parents probably wouldn't answer if they were in public, but Ella was cautious. She also didn't know where they would be currently, and it may have been very early for them. A text was less intrusive than a call that Ella knew would bypass do not disturb if they were asleep.

Moments later, Ella's tablet rang as they requested to connect to her. "Ready for this, Morgan?"

"Yeah, nervous, but ready." Morgan nodded from the other side of the tablet.

"It's an adorable outfit. I'll introduce you in a minute, okay?" Ella wanted to embrace her girlfriend and borrow some strength, but she'd let her tablet ring long enough. "Hiya, Mum, Papa!" She waved as her parent's image appeared on the propped-up tablet. "Where are you two right now?"

Wherever her parents were, the sun was rising or setting. They were on a balcony overlooking a sprawling garden landscape. A smattering of clouds above seemed to glow a myriad of vibrant hues of red, orange, and pink, even through the lens of the mobile device they were using. Her parents were both wearing fluffy white robes as they sipped coffee.

"Brisbane. Your mum has me negotiating a new solar and wind set up about half a day's drive from here." Her father answered. His black hair had a few more streaks of gray around the temples.

"Have you doing nothing, my sweetheart. It was an excuse to get close enough to the Great Barrier Reef to make a holiday of it after we finish here." Ella's mother's typically styled hair was unkempt. "Looks like you've been getting some sun on your cruise."

"I have! Been having a cracking time on the ship." Ella smiled. "What time is it there?"

"Just a few minutes before six in the morning. I see a lot more gold on you, little lady." Ella's mother scowled for a moment. "I like the bracelets and armlet; not sure I care for the intimate piercings."

"She's an adult, darling. Let her make her own decisions." Her father argued.

"Guess our artist needs to show off on her cruise. I don't understand getting your fanny pierced! Your dad's right, though."

"It's just under my clitoris." Ellas rolled her eyes, then glanced over at Morgan, whose eyes went wide. Probably not used to being this open with parents about things that are usually hidden. "They were his idea," Ella said with acid in her words. Her ex-husband was never mentioned by name. "I'm not hiding it anymore, though."

"Just calling to catch up?" Her father arched an eyebrow. He knew Ella had something to share and was prodding.

"Yeah, at least for a few minutes. I have some critical news to share, but we haven't talked in a week!" Ella glanced up at Morgan, who gave her a nod.

Ella and her parents talked for a few minutes about the ship and a few of their adventures globetrotting. She liked Australia. They'd spent a year in Perth when she was a teenager while her parents oversaw a new renewable energy project. Her parents were planning on snorkeling around the reef in a few days. Ella invited them to the premiere of her next sculpture in a few weeks if they were anywhere near New York.

"We don't want to take up all your holiday time, and we have to get ready for a meeting." Her mother started to sign off.

"Wait!" Ella stopped them as her heart rate revved. "Before you go, I need you to meet someone. I'm dating again." She smiled and motioned for Morgan to join her on camera. Her girlfriend didn't hesitate as she stepped out in front of the lens. Confident Morgan made Ella's heart soar. Ella didn't want any confusion, if merely slight, like when Morgan introduced her. "Mum, Papa, this is Morgan, my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend!?" Her mother's eyes got wide. "Good for you two!" She smiled.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Arkwright. I'm Morgan Carswell." Morgan stood straight and projected utter confidence, even if there was a tremor in her grip.

"An American?" Her father asked. "I don't know about you dating another ungrateful colonist." He scowled but broke into a laugh in a few heartbeats. "It's a right pleasure to meet you, Morgan." The man smiled. Ella finally felt her heart rate calm.

"You're gorgeous, Morgan. I can see why my daughter is smitten with you. Take care of our little girl. We need to get ready for a meeting, or we'd talk more. Call us back tomorrow so we can interrogate your girlfriend. We love you, Ella! Nice to meet you, Morgan." Ella's mum ended the call.

"Hard to get a read on them. Did I do well?" Morgan clutched Ella's hand.

"Extraordinary, darling." Ella rewarded the woman she loved with a kiss. "They're a touch reticent about me dating another Yank."

"Thought I was going to pass out when I walked into the camera view."

"That was very brave, Ms. Carswell, and you looked quite confident. I know that's not normal for most, but my family's nudists. If I want to keep you around, I gotta rip off that bandage." Ella reached over and closed her tablet after ensuring she ended her call. "We have pickleball in an hour, but your bravery deserves a reward." She pulled Morgan toward the bed.

"Do I deserve a reward, or do you need a snack?" Morgan stopped them and leaned in for a slow kiss.

"Yes." Ella grinned and pushed Morgan onto the bed. Her girlfriend spread her sexy legs, and Ella took that as an invitation to devour the woman's tasty pussy. Morgan was impressively courageous on the call with Ella's parents. It was something that her ex had never done. Her girlfriend already owned Ella's heart, and every moment together fortified that notion.

Morgan - The last night on the ship

"Are the knots too tight?" Morgan asked. She wanted to portray confidence but didn't want to hurt her girlfriend.

"I'll let you know if something doesn't work." Ella flexed her arms and legs against the knots. It wasn't shibari, but effective for their needs. The red was still an excellent contrast with Ella's skin tone. She had a couple of pillows under her bum to elevate her womanhood and give Morgan better access.

"Remember the safe word?" Morgan asked as she leaned in to kiss Ella.

"Chrysanthemum." Ella nodded.

Morgan doubted the safe word would be necessary. She wouldn't be doing anything too intense this time, but the safe word had a dual purpose. Morgan had guardrails in place to let her lean into confidence without worrying about getting too extreme for her girlfriend. For Ella's sake, the safe word made her feel like she was approaching her boundaries. At least, that was what she told Morgan last night.

"And if you want to slow things down?"

"Warn."

Morgan didn't think they would need either of them, but the pair were through in everything they did.

"Someone planned ahead." Morgan pulled a new toy out of its packaging, thankful that she'd cut around the blister pack before they got intimate. That could've been awkward. "Silver and sapphires are a fantastic look on you." She leaned in and sucked Ella's nipple between her lips.

Using her tongue, Morgan twiddled the sapphire-capped barbell as she sucked on the hardening nub. Ella's adorable gasp reinforced Morgan's desire to drive her wild.

"Last chance to chicken out, dear," Morgan smirked as she coated the new toy with a liberal amount of lube.

"I brought it with me. I intend to use it!" Ella scowled before smiling. "Tonight's our last opportunity, so it's either you or me, darling."

"Think I might try something another day, but perhaps I start smaller."

"We can start with the beads and go from there. You do like to be spanked." Ella grinned. "I'll need to buy some pickleball paddles for more than one reason."

"Maybe." Morgan attempted to play coy.

"You don't think Roberta and Yuuka are going to be practicing for our rematch?"

"Every good battle needs a trilogy." Morgan nodded.

After a week of playing once a day, both against one another and challenging either Ava and Mason or Gavin and Fredricka, the women got a rematch with Yuuka and Roberta. Typhoon Yuuka was an absolute terror on the court, but Hurricane Morgan proved to be a match for the fierce woman. Ella and Morgan had an open invitation to come up to Toronto for a free dinner at Yuuka's restaurant.

"Think you're stalling, my dear." Morgan brandished the plug and spread the lube across the silvery body.

"Unh!" Ella gasped as Morgan pressed the plug into her tiny pucker.

"It goes with the rest of your sapphires. How's that feel?"

"Full. I need to get fucked, Morgan!" Ella begged.

"In due time," Morgan smirked. "I have you tied up. When else am I going to get a chance to explore?"

"Any time you come to see me, or I come to see you," Ella whined.

"Ah, but I've been told not to trust an artist, and I have one at my disposal." Morgan kissed, sucked, licked, and explored the body of the woman she loved. Long enough to get a petite, shuddering orgasm to flow through Ella. "Now you're ready." Morgan teased as she repositioned between Ella's legs. "I needed you fully preheated."

A jewelry shop wasn't the only thing that the girls found on the second island they disembarked on. Ella found a sex shop and the device that Morgan was currently wearing. A strap-on wasn't needed all the time or even regularly, but occasionally Morgan and Ella both confessed to needing fucked hard. Since neither partner had the equipment naturally, they used a toy.

Last night had been Morgan's turn. Ella bent her over the side of the bed and railed into her while applying a vibe to Morgan's clit. The harness used the dildos that Ella had brought in her toy chest. Each woman had been getting in some practice time with the toy since Ella bought it while the other showered or picked up coffee. Ella was pretty good, but Morgan had more fun riding until she came.

Morgan coated the pink phallus in lube before she slid it up and down Ella's labia. She took time to tease the clit jewelry before she aligned her toy with Ella's tunnel.

"Please, Morgan!" Ella begged.

"It's fun to torment you, but we have plans in an hour." Morgan tried for a nonchalant response but didn't keep her girlfriend waiting. She pressed her hips forward to fill Ella.

"Gah!" Ella screamed, her amber-brown eyes flying open. Morgan leaned in to kiss the woman as she worked her new toy in and out of Ella's first few inches. "Morgan titties while I'm getting fucked! Incredible! Too bad I can't play with them."

"Another time." Morgan grinned.

It took a while to get into a groove. Morgan was having to use her hips in a way that her body wasn't proficient in, at least not yet. Strap-on play may be a rare extra spice in their love life, but Morgan was determined to be prepared whenever the woman she loved needed to get fucked. When her glutes cramped up, Morgan had to take a break to devour Ella's pussy, but eventually, she made Ella scream from her fevered thrusts.

"Hold me," Ella whispered as her eyes opened after her climax. "Untie my arms."

Morgan wasted no time in releasing her girlfriend's bonds. "Good?"

"Different, fantastic, but different. I think I prefer when we just take time to explore, but I need fucking occasionally." Ella embraced Morgan and pulled her close for a kiss.

"I need more practice and maybe some more potassium so I don't cramp up."

"It was just what I needed."

"We can use this with a variety of sizes?" Morgan asked as she undid the harness.

"And shapes." Ella nodded. "I kinda dig a bit of a curve."

"Never tried a curved one."

"Need a bigger donger?" Ella leaned up to undo the ropes around her ankles.

"No, not that I won't want to experiment, but this gal made me giddy last night." Morgan tapped the pink phallus as she put it on the nightstand. "You need larger?"

"Need, no. I'd be delighted with just fingers and tongue, as long as it's you, Morgan. However, if it were offered on scarce occasion, I wouldn't say no." Ella grinned. "Could you take bigger?"

"Yeah, doesn't do a lot for me, though."

"Could you take Mason?" Ella smirked.

"Ella! That's my brother-in-law, gross!" Morgan felt her face contort, like when she tasted an eel roll for the first time.

"Okay, okay!" Ella giggled. The woman enjoyed pushing Morgan's buttons. "Sorry, that's just the biggest knob I've ever seen. Not him, but a dildo about the same size."

"With a lot of foreplay, plenty of lube, and warm-up?"

"That's a given. I can't keep my hands off you, darling."

"Yeah. You?"

"No fucking way. That would split me lick a piece of dry firewood!" Ella declared before descending into a fit of mesmerizing giggles.

The pair cuddled and talked until an alarm went off on Ella's wrist. They needed to shower and get ready for a busy final night on the ship. Omakase at the sushi restaurant, karaoke with Ava and Mason, and finally dancing with Yuuka and Roberta would consume their evening as they tried to stay busy and not think about returning to the real world, away from their love.

Ava pulled Morgan to the side after dinner. "Hey, Morgan. How are you doing? I haven't seen much of my sister since she met Ella."

"We've had lunch or dinner with you two most nights!"

"True, but I haven't seen you without Ella since before you hooked up."

"We don't have much time before the cruise ends..." Morgan looked at her woman, telling some animated story to Mason, who was half a room away.

"Tell me the truth, Morgan. Is she the one?" Ava twiddled the stir stick of her Shirley Temple.

"Yes." Morgan nodded without hesitation.

"I thought so. You never believed in that before, did you?"

"I..." It felt as if Morgan was battling against her previous trauma and the tiny particles of sand falling through the hourglass of her time with Ella.

"Tommy was never the one, Morgan. He never made you sparkle in his presence, and he never looked at you with any of the radiance that Ella does."

"No, he didn't."

"Then why are you so morose? Do you know how hard it is to find the love of your life?"

"We leave the ship tomorrow. How..."

"Ah. The perils of a long distance relationship, is it?"

"That's a start, yes." Morgan stared at the walkway.

"You know Mason spent every summer we were dating back home, right?" Ava leaned into Morgan's sightline.

"But you knew that the fall semester would come, and he'd be back."

"And Ella will be at your side again before you know it."

"You can't know that!"

"Yes, I can. She has my sister captivated, and the feeling is mutual. That's your soulmate, Morgan. Trust your heart."

"I'm trying."

"Don't let the impending parting cast a pallor on your time together, Morgan. Dance, laugh, and hold your woman while you can."

"She tells me not to trust an artist." Morgan shook her head.

"Okay, she obviously has a reason to be guarded. What's your heart tell you? Trust that, dear sister." Ava reached out to grasp her arm.

"It's never been in question." Morgan couldn't hold back her smile as she gazed at Ella.

"Then go to her. Nothing is guaranteed. Embrace the time you have." Ava grabbed Morgan's arm and walked them back to Mason and Ella. "I believe this is yours, Ella. May I have my husband back?"

"Aye. He's a nice bloke and all, but I much prefer dancing with my girlfriend." Ella beamed as they went to spend more time with friends and frivolity for their last night at sea.

When they got back to their cabin, they kissed and explored before they fell asleep in each other's arms. Morgan slept better cuddled with Ella than she had in ages. It wasn't until the morning, as the ship approached Miami, that fear crept into her chest. She'd found her soulmate on a cruise, and now they would be half a country away from each other. Morgan loved Ella but was worried that a sudden lack of propinquity would change things.

"You're coming to lunch with us, right?" Morgan leaned out of the bathroom as she brushed her teeth.

"I'd reschedule my flight if I needed to," Ella said as she was packing her suitcase. She had on the gold jewelry from the first time that Morgan had seen her. It went with the curve-hugging ivory dress that Ella was wearing. It was gorgeous with her cinnamon skin.

"Wow..." Morgan stared. "That dress is stunning."

"Thank you. Better than me naked?" Ella twirled around, the dress spinning out.

"No, but it's close!" Morgan smiled.

Morgan had initially planned to wear a T-shirt and shorts until Ella shared her planned wardrobe. Instead, she had an emerald dress Ava said matched her eyes. She needed to impress her girlfriend one more time.

"It's all I'm wearing." Ella pulled up her skirt to reveal her missing panties.

"Bold choice before taking a flight." Morgan smiled.

"Indeed, that's why I have panties in my handbag. This'll be our secret. No free shows if the security check gets a little handsy at the airport." Ella stepped over to Morgan and stole a kiss. "Minty."

"I'm going to miss this place, Ella."

"As am I. Now, get dressed before we get kicked out! Don't need you flaunting public indecency laws!" Ella giggled.

Morgan nodded and got dressed. After two weeks, putting on a bra again felt odd, but she needed support. She wasn't enough of a rebel to go without panties, either. Ella busied herself with packing, but she kept taking peeks as Morgan dressed.

"Can't wait to take those off you in the future." Ella grinned.

"It's going to be a novel experience, coming home from a date and undressing each other on our way to the bedroom." Morgan could see them living together soon, but there were several hurdles between the pair and paradise. Once she had her dress on, Morgan helped check to ensure they weren't leaving anything.

"Not like I'm going to find any shed panties." Ella giggled as she looked under the bed. The only time they had been clothed during the last two weeks was for island expeditions. For those, the passengers had to use the changing room on the way on and off the ship to don and doff clothing. The only exception to the rule was today when they wanted to offload the boat as fast as possible to get it cleaned and resupplied for the next group.

"Might be socks, though." Morgan held up a pink pair that had to belong to Ella.

"Oh, keen eye."

The last sweep of the room took Morgan to the balcony. It seemed odd without an endless expanse of gentle waves, wispy clouds, or twinkling stars. Instead, Miami loomed in front of them. "We never got the chance to make love out here." Morgan shook her head.

"Or have raunchy sex in public." Ella swept up behind her and whirled Morgan around to kiss her. "Gotta leave something for the next cruise."

"I want to travel the world with you, Ella."

"So many places I've yet to see. Been thinking about a trip to Toronto, but maybe we wait for summer."

The girls shared one more kiss before they trundled out of the cabin with suitcases in tow. Morgan held it together, coming off the boat, riding to the restaurant near the airport, and through her meal. She nearly started sobbing when Ava stopped her and Ella to get a picture of them together in their dresses. Ava needed a photo that could be shared with family.

"We need to catch a cab if we're going to make our flight." Mason stared at his watch.

The man putting a definite end to Morgan and Ella's time together brought tears flowing from Morgan's eyes.

"Sorry, sis. The real world beckons." Ava stood. "Mason and I'll get the luggage carried out. You two need a minute?"

"Please." Ella nodded, wiping a tear from her amber eyes. "Knew this was going to be difficult." She sniffled and reached out to grab Morgan's hand. "Wanted to make it easier, but I'm not going to hit buy without knowing if you can make it."

"What's this?" Morgan could see that it was an airline app, but her vision was bleary from tears.

"Two round-trip plane tickets. One for you and one for me. In two weeks, I have the debut of my latest work at a little gallery in Queens. If you have the weekend available. Fly out after work and back on Sunday with me for a week if you'll have me." Ella forced a grin as tears trickled down her cheek. "Invite myself to stay at your place and see if I can introduce myself to Des Moines."

"Sounds spectacular, but this is a lot, money-wise." Morgan didn't want to feel like she was leeching off her girlfriend's success.

"It's but a pittance, Morgan." Ella squeezed her hand. "I... I advised you against trusting an artist, but maybe I need to amend that slightly. You make it very difficult to stay cynical. To stay numb."

"Figured if I couldn't trust an artist, maybe that even included not trusting the one telling me not to trust her." Morgan smiled through the tears, blurring her vision.

"Thank the heavens for that." Ella looked around as if there might be eavesdroppers. "This cruise was going to be my last as a sculptor."

"What!?" Morgan's jaw dropped. Ella's art was her life.

"I hadn't formulated a new idea for a work since Terrance revealed his betrayal. I was only coasting on the last few works that I started before." Ella shook her head. "I hadn't even said his name in months! Now, my brain is boiling with ideas, both for sculptures and how I can put my whole heart into me and you."

"Glad to be of assistance."

"I don't want it to sound trite, that all this was worth was my ability to sculpt. Art is my soul, Morgan. My soul was dead and decayed before you came along. You didn't merely resurrect it; you took it to fresh places, better places. I love you, Morgan." Ella beamed.

"I love you, too, Ella." Morgan smiled as she sniffed back tears.

"This isn't going to be easy."

"Worth it, though?" Morgan squeezed her hand.

"That and impossible not to make such an endeavour."

"I can make it two weeks to see the woman I love." Tears kept flowing, but Morgan smiled through the blur.

"Then you can sell me on Des Moines." Ella leaned in to meet Morgan's lips. "I left you something when I put your sloth away." She held up a pair of fingers, slightly bent like she was making a bunny for shadow puppets.

"Oh, fun." Morgan grinned.

"Gotta leave you something since I can't be there for a few weeks." Ella shrugged.

"You brought me back to life, too, Ella, or maybe woke me up. It feels like I've been sleepwalking since the anger over Tommy drained. Even if it hadn't been a nude cruise, I was going to read a book until this beauty walked into my life and changed everything." Morgan pointed toward Ella's phone. "Order the tickets, please."

"See, this isn't goodbye. It's see you soon."

"Take care of my heart since I'm sending it with you. I know you were adamant about not trusting artists, but it's too late for that."

"If you do the same, my love." Ella leaned over the table and met Morgan's lips. "Your love makes me trust myself again so I can be the woman that you need, darling."

Ella - Five years later

"Where is your dress, Mrs. Carswell-Arkwright?" Morgan had on a pretty, green dress that went with the color of her emerald eyes and was reminiscent of the dress she was wearing when they parted from the ship.

"It's Yuuka and Roberta!" Ella shrugged before grabbing a kiss from her wife. "They left Sakura with her grandmother."

"Huh, I'm overdressed then." Morgan giggled and lifted her dress off over her head.

"It would be nice to see our unofficial niece, but it's not like she was going to get to go on the cruise anyway." Ella stepped close to her wife and grabbed the side of her tiny panties so she could push them down her wife's toned but pale legs. She couldn't resist leaning in and planting a kiss on Morgan's smooth mound.

"We'll have to get to Toronto this summer." Morgan reached back to undo her bra.

"Before or after you get me pregnant?" Ella grinned.

"I'll be there for every moment of your appointments, but I don't think I can accomplish that with my strap-on." Morgan folded her dress and undergarments to place them neatly atop the island in the kitchen. Ella's wife was fastidious, something that Ella had to learn to be to keep her mate happy, at least in the house. Her studio was more chaotic.

"Darn biology! We can certainly try, though!" Ella embraced her now-naked wife and met her lips.

"Frequently. Think you need to take the strapless one for a ride tonight." Morgan bounced her eyebrows.

"Don't know. We both scream when you do that. Yuuka and Roberta are staying over."

"Exactly! They weren't quiet when we visited them in Toronto!" Morgan smirked.

"I wonder how long they had to date for Roberta's screams to be in Japanese in the throes of passion, too."

"Though if you don't want to compete, I have ways of keeping you quieter." She winked.

"Fun."

"Love the Wimbledon whites, babe." Morgan leaned in for a kiss.

"Seemed appropriate since our opponents are going to be here."

"Think we have time for a match? Or should we wait for the boat?" Morgan grinned. They had their own court outside between the house and Ella's workshop.

From the moment they first kissed on the beach, Ella had no doubt where her life would go. At least not the broad strokes. Her future was going to be with Morgan. She hadn't known that she'd end up living in Des Moines, a city far less known for its art scene. Ella would've never been able to afford this size of house and studio in New York, at least not without serious help from her parents, and never with the rest of the sprawling property.

Morgan and Ella's home was on a twenty-acre parcel of land on the outskirts of Des Moines. The house had plenty of room for the two women, a pair of retriever rescue dogs, and a steel-colored kitty. They had more than enough room for Morgan's office, a nursery, and bedrooms for their future kids. The space had an in-laws' suite in the basement with their own entrance, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. It was a frequent stop on Ella's parents' world tours.

Outside the main building, there was a fenced-in swimming pool that their retrievers used more than the girls, at least until the summer heat warmed the waters. A short walk from the house, along a well-worn path, was Ella's studio. She rarely wore anything more than a pair of shoes when going between the two buildings, except for the extreme cold or her time of the month. Ella's passionate relationship with Morgan inspired many sculptures.

Ella and Morgan were married barely a year after they met. Morgan surprised Ella in Brooklyn with a diamond ring a day before Ella was supposed to fly to Des Moines for Christmas. She wanted her proposal to be in Ella's studio, beside the first completed sculpture inspired by their relationship. There was no hesitation, not even with how her first marriage ended. Ella said yes with an ecstatic smile. She'd been planning her own proposal, but Morgan beat her to the punch.

Their wedding comprised a pair of ceremonies, one official and one that all their friends and family could attend in Des Moines. The only ones present for the official one were Ava, Mason, Yuuka, Roberta, an ordained officiate from the cruise line, a trusted photographer, and her wife, who was serving as an assistant. They said their vows on the same beach where Ella's life had been twice changed.

There were a pair of photos in the front room from the wedding, one that was always on display and one that had to be taken down when polite company visited Ella and Morgan's home. The first was a close-up of Morgan and Elle's first kiss as a married couple, while the second was a photo of the sunrise and both girls' outfits. Nude, save for jewelry and the shoes that they would wear a few months later with white dresses.

Ella's parents could've attended the first ceremony, but she didn't like the asymmetrical feeling of only having one set of parents. Morgan tried to argue that having Ava and Mason there would counterbalance that situation. When polite company was at the house, they concealed Ella's favorite photo of the ceremony behind a picture of the two women wearing a pair of white wedding dresses that came a few months later.

Below the near-life-sized wedding photos sat a curious pair of stuffed animals that almost seemed out of place with the elegance of the rest of the living room. The sloth and ocelot were now guarded by a Lexan cube, like sports memorabilia would be displayed in, as Luna had disdain for anything sitting on shelves that she could easily throw to the ground.

The stuffies were together unless one girl was traveling. It was an easy, though somewhat covert, sign that their house was temporarily incomplete. They took a symbol of their love with them. The symbolism started when Morgan visited New York for the first time. They were now together far more often than they had been in the loving but challenging first months of their relationship.

Poppy and Bella started barking excitedly at the front door even before the doorbell announced Yuuka and Roberta. Luna hopped on the kitchen counter, meowing softly as she watched her canine siblings look foolish at the front door.

"Think they're here, love." Ella grinned and grabbed Morgan's hand to greet their visitors.

Oddly, they saw a vehicle with illuminated ride-share signs pull away, but no Roberta and Yuuka.

"Was that them arriving, or was the ride share lost, and were they using our driveway to turn around?" Morgan wondered after a moment.

"They rang." Ella unlocked the door and peeked out, using the door to corral the two retrievers and keep them from greeting visitors first.

"Told you they'd be naked!" Yuuka giggled, holding her dress over one arm. The petite woman with a slight build had an outsized aura of confidence.

"You win, my love." Roberta was removing her bra to join her wife in nudity. Jeans and a T-shirt were on the ground beside her. She towered over Yuuka and was even taller than Ella, but there was a gentleness that belied her heft.

"I'll take my payment this evening." Yuuka grinned and hopped over to her wife for a kiss.

Roberta looked like she'd gotten into even better shape two years after giving birth to their daughter. I hope I can look like that after we have our first. Ella looked toward her wife and got a nod with a knowing smirk.

"How were the flights?" Ella stepped out and embraced each of their close friends.

"The first plane was late leaving Toronto. O'Hare was madness, but we made the gate just in time. How are you doing, boss woman?" Roberta hugged Morgan, unconcerned about their shared nudity.

"I haven't been in your chain of command in years."

"Perhaps not, but you'll be in the C-suite before long, Miss Vice President. Gotta get used to it again."

"And you aren't destined for the CTO role in a few years?" Morgan raised an eyebrow. Getting Roberta an interview was one of the best decisions that she'd made in her first year in management. The brilliant woman was their head programmer for the insurance company that she and Morgan worked at.

"Not if it requires me to move to Des Moines." Roberta shook her head. "Yuuka's restaurant and my family take precedence."

"Thought you were going to say something disparaging about Des Moines." Ella playfully scowled. "It has something vital that I've yet to find anywhere else, and I've lived on three continents."

"What's that?" Yuuka asked as she hugged Ella in greeting.

"Nowhere else has a Morgan Carswell-Arkwright." Ella smiled as she reached out for her wife's hand.

"Funny, that's closely related to how I ended up in the land of snowy winters. Roberta Morin lived there." Yuuka pulled her wife close. "Now, there's a Sakura Morin, too."

"Odd what we'll do for the right woman," Ella giggled. "How about you two come in, and we can show you the compound?"

"Compound? That sounds a little ominous." Roberta said but grabbed her suitcase.

"I end up getting tied to a bed and ravished a lot!" Ella shrugged.

"Don't think you two have anything to worry about. Ella's the only one in danger of being restrained. At least by me." Her wicked grin foretold fun in store for Ella this evening. "Can't believe you two haven't been here since we finished the house." Morgan shooed the dogs back and opened the door.

"At least not when I had time to see the place." Roberta shrugged. She had to fly into the home office twice a year for various meetings, but those mostly involved flying in, staying overnight at a hotel, and flying right back out to be with her family.

"You could bring Yuuka along with you." Morgan shook her head. "What's new with you two?"

"The cruise will be to celebrate two things this year!" Roberta wheeled in her suitcase behind Morgan.

"Oh? Do tell." Ella prodded.

"Well, it's the last cruise before Yuuka's turn to be pregnant." Roberta smiled. "Sakura needs a sibling."

"We have that in common, Yuuka." Ella nodded.

"Surprised you two haven't already started a family." Yuuka blushed. "We're hoping for a boy this time."

"Also, someone's sushi restaurant earned a pair of Michelin stars!" Roberta excitedly hopped, getting Bella and Poppy to imitate the bounces.

"Two Michelin stars! That's huge! Congratulations, Yuuka." Ella cheered.

"Never would've done it without my family." Yuuka blushed.

"Amazing!"

"I like how you decorated." Yuuka switched subjects as the four walked into the kitchen. "Do you two cook a lot?"

"Morgan does." Ella smiled; her wife was a wiz in the kitchen. "If she'd shown off that skill, I would've ended up in Des Moines much quicker!" She leaned over and kissed Morgan's cheek, relishing the slight blush on her face.

"Got into it again when I had someone to cook for. Ella does the baking." Morgan leaned over and kissed Ella. She aimed for the lips instead of the cheek.

"I like biscuits." Ella shrugged. "Made a handful for you two, but maybe we'll wait until we go to dinner." She pointed out what the Americans would call cookies sealed in a box on the counter, then at the cat beside them. "That's Luna. Don't let her or her dog sisters con you into treats."

"Poppy's getting a bit round." Morgan backed her up as the tour went from the expanse of granite and rich wood into the living room.

"Oh wow! These came out pretty!" Roberta stopped in front of the photo of the naked brides. Morgan had a strand of emeralds on her hips, showing off her taut tummy and enticing curves. Ella was wearing gold and rubies for all her jewelry, including the clit piercing she no longer wore. Sex with Morgan didn't need assistance from the piercing, and it got snagged in the sheets one too many times. "You keep this up all the time?"

"Most of it, save for Morgan's parents, her brother's family, or when we host book club." Ella showed how they could hide it behind the photo of her and Morgan in their wedding dresses.

"Sorry we missed the clothed ceremony; your dresses were fantastic!" Yuuka nodded at the photo of the brides in their wedding dresses.

"You two were there for the official ceremony." Morgan let them off the hook. "You were starting a business."

"You and Yuuka get the in-laws' suite." Ella opened a door that looked like a cupboard to reveal a set of stairs. "Have to keep the fur babies out of the basement. My mum is allergic to cats, so Luna's not allowed downstairs. She gets all kinds of jealous if her sisters get to go somewhere in the house that she can't."

"There's even a kitchen down here in case you two want to spend time out here during the summer." Morgan showed off the amenities. Yuuka and Roberta would only be here a couple of days this time before the four of them flew to Miami for a one-week cruise. It was shorter than typical, but vacation time was already allocated this spring, and it was all that Roberta and Morgan could manage. They came here early so Roberta could attend the semi-annual meetings at work before the trip.

"As long as Sakura comes with you!" Ella demanded time with her unofficial niece. They typically had to travel to Toronto to see the toddler.

"Deal."

Yuuka and Roberta explored the basement for a few minutes and put up their suitcases.

"No ropes dungeon? I felt for sure that our star pupils would have something for fun down here." Roberta looked a little disappointed.

"Not in the in-laws' suite!" Morgan giggled and blushed. It was a darker tone than when Ella complimented her.

"Morgan's craft room converts." Ella shrugged. "We can even do some suspensions." She smiled.

"Told you they'd still be into shibari!" Roberta playfully elbowed her wife. "Guess we both get a round with the strap-on tonight." She winked at Yuuka.

"Morgan even lets me tie her up on rare occasions." Ella embraced her wife. Morgan wasn't fond of being restrained, but she did like the pretty patterns and how they made her full chest and plump booty look. "My wife and I will have to make each other outfits for the cruise at least once."

"Funny, Roberta finally got her knots down." Yuuka pulled her wife in for a kiss. "Want to show us the studio? Or do you have some secret project going?"

"Of course. There are some secrets, but my wife has taught me how to trust again." Ella took them out through the side exit of the in-laws' suite. They had to traverse a gentle ramp through a switchback to get to ground level. Stairs would've been more efficient, but Morgan and Ella intended this to be their forever home, and they planned around possible mobility issues for either set of future grandparents.

"Ella can wear her favorite outfit to work every day. She has to be careful when coming home, though, if I'm working from my office and on a webcam. Luckily, her only slip was while I was talking to Ava." Morgan shook her head.

"Not like she hasn't seen it!"

"They have three little ones now?" Roberta asked as Ella tapped her smartwatch on the lock for the studio.

"Yup. They conceived MJ on the first cruise, then, three years later, they were blessed by twin boys." Morgan explained.

"They run in the family?" Yuuka asked as Ella turned on the lights in the studio.

"In Mason's family." Morgan nodded.

"So, no twins when it's your turn?" Roberta asked Morgan.

"Unlikely, but I wouldn't hate it." Morgan shrugged.

"We did want two or three, and that beats a coin flip to decide." Ella thought about the first coin flip on the ship and smiled. It was a small thing, and Ella would have been thrilled with either outcome, but it was the start of something spectacular.

Ella tapped her smartwatch to the lock on the studio. The bolt opened with an audible thunk. The wristband secured the studio when there were several completed pieces ready to be shown and kept visitors from wandering into the private space. Having the key on her wrist meant that Ella rarely had to bring anything other than a pair of shoes to the studio.

"This is where the magic happens?" Yuuka walked around the three pieces that were in varying stages of completeness.

"Occasionally, but that mostly happens in the bedroom." Ella quipped.

"Or the kitchen, craft room, living room, in the pool, outside under the sun or stars... anywhere the mood strikes." Morgan grinned, then giggled as she blushed an even darker shade. The woman was brazen of speech, but her cheeks gave away when she thought she'd gone too far.

Ella had a slight concern that returning to a long-term relationship would quash her creative passion. It had squelched her output while she was married to her ex-husband and destroyed it when the marriage fell apart, but marrying Morgan seemed to have the opposite effect on her. Passion and ecstasy were still her twin muses, and Morgan provided that in spades. Unconditional love from her chosen mate added a new seasoning to the mix.

Morgan's success was at least as spectacular as Ella's, but her wife didn't depend on the public or art critics to provide a living. The incredible woman could afford the compound on her own, but Ella knew it would feel empty without their love filling the place.

"Did Morgan take these?" Roberta walked around the edge of the space, looking at the prints of Ella working in her favorite outfit.

"Some." Ella nodded. "Took some convincing to let me put these up against her competition." She smiled as her wife blushed a bit.

"Have you two heard of Quintessa Gossamer?" Morgan asked.

"Have." Yuuka nodded. "She called me to inquire if I'd be in one of her volumes of A Wandering Muse. I had to turn her down, as I'm never wearing this outfit when I'm in the kitchen."

"Well, she did these." Morgan pointed to several action shots on the walls. "Part of the fifth volume."

"She had to stage some of them when I was using my chisel on stone or pouring molten brass. I'm never naked for those." Ella pointed at a couple more. "Her wife goes by Avelina Gossamer and worked as her assistant. She introduced us to several lesbian artist couples." She smiled.

"It must have been hot pouring the brass." Roberta stepped closer to admire the photo. "Sweaty Ella looks good!"

"One of my favorites." Morgan nodded. "Makes her extra slippery! Yet to find a bad look for Ella."

"I know you two have heard of Gia and Caitlyn Quay. They're friends of Tess and Avery, the Gossamer's non-pseudonyms." Ella tapped two pieces of artwork on the wall. They were the only two that had her wife on them. "These are two from Gia. Morgan even agreed to model. Lesbians in my art scene flock together." Ella shrugged.

"Roberta and I each have a pair of GG Quay's high heels." Yuuka nodded.

"These," Morgan showed off a handful of images that were higher concept. You could tell they involved women and nudity but couldn't identify the woman playing the model. "Are from a woman that does this part of her photography on the sly."

"Hannah and her wife, Sydney, are a hoot, and they have a pair of adorable daughters we got to meet when we were planning the shoot." Ella smiled, hoping to have her own family soon.

"Who did the paintings?" Roberta asked as he ventured into that part of the private gallery.

"A couple we met on a nude cruise around Australia. Natasha is a spectacular artist. Like me, she needs her better half to inspire her. Her wife is a lot like mine, oozing with business acumen and heart in equal measures." Ella stepped behind Morgan and embraced her, putting her head on her wife's shoulder and taking a whiff of her scent. "Got to go see them last New Year when Mum and Dad were working on a project in Melbourne."

"It was weird being so warm over the holidays." Morgan ventured over to a few other photos. "Lest you think we only employ lesbians, this was from a friend of Tess and Avery's who just started branching out to photos of models other than his wife. Oh, that's the Gossamers' real first names."

Ella had once warned her now wife to never trust an artist, but Morgan thankfully eschewed that warning. Now, she had a close group of friends and found family that were artists in their own right. Yuuka and Roberta certainly qualified for that. Morgan bragged about the things Roberta could do with code, and Yuuka had a pair of Michelin stars, which were hard-earned.

Though she warned her wife against it, Ella made it her goal to never give Morgan a reason not to trust her. Ella's cynicism was born of run-ins and acquired trauma from less-than-reputable artists. Love from Morgan and an expanding friend group helped her heal. It was her wife's utter trust in her that showed Ella what genuine love was. Ella wasn't a bauble or plaything to Morgan. They completed each other, heart, mind, body, and soul.

"I had a good feeling about you two." Yuuka grinned as she looked at the nearly finished work that a passionate New Year's encounter between Ella and Morgan had inspired. She wouldn't tell that to anyone other than her wife, though. There were some secrets for just them.

"I'm finally coming around on the surprise naked cruise!" Morgan squeezed her wife close and came in for a kiss. Everything the pair had built was contingent on Ava getting Morgan on that ship. It didn't mean that she was forgiven for her impudence. An April Fool's prank was required every year, but Morgan thanked her for the push at her wedding.

It wasn't just Ella that made the cruise memorable, though Morgan told her frequently that she was the salient factor. Morgan was happiest when she embraced her nudist tendencies. Ella was happiest in the presence of her incredible bride. Life may get more chaotic as they built a family of their own, but they were prepared to face any challenges together.