Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
But Maggie had already moved on.
“I met a guy too, he was really cute,” she smirked, giggling a little. “Name is Charlie. He was so ripped. He says he does amateur body building contests.”
I sighed. No man could compare to the twins, not even close. Especially not a body-builder type, those blown-up muscles, their physiques amped on steroids and tanning cream. But I pretended to be titillated.
“Oh my god, really?” I asked in a hushed voice. “Did you feel it? Did you feel his muscles?”
“I did more than that,” my friend confided. “I felt him down there, you know, like way down there.”
That got my attention. “A hand job?” I giggled.
“Yeah,” Maggie confirmed, licking her lips lasciviously. “I pushed and pulled until he came, and Tina, there was so much cum afterwards, rope after rope, all over my hand, the floor, it was so sticky and hot.”
Eeeew! Steroid-laced man cream sounded bad to me, although I was no one to talk. I’d done a thousand times worse with the twins last night, taking them up my bottom and cunt, but that was by the by now, and it was good that Maggie no longer seemed mad because it seems she’d gotten over the whole twin thing thanks to this dude Charlie.
“I guess we did well on our last night home, huh?” I said lightly, standing and grabbing my suitcase handle. “We did good our last time together. Besties forever!” I said, holding up a hand for a high five.
My friend smacked my hand even as the airline called my flight, announcing that it was time to board. It was time for reals to say goodbye to my best friend, the girl I’d seen almost every day since I was four years old.
“Bye Tina,” said Mags mischievously. “Hope your finishing school in St. Venetia is fun.”
Oh yeah. I rolled my eyes and retorted, “Hope your finishing school in France is ten times more fun.”
At that Maggie laughed. “They’re going to have us locked up in chains, pert and pretty for the guys to inspect. God, it’s gonna suck,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
I nodded, but now it was really time to board.
“Bye honey,” I said, air-kissing her cheek one last time. “Stay in touch!” And I dragged my roller board over to the check-in counter, the lady taking my boarding pass and gesturing to the gate.
“Thank you, Ms. Sterling, this way,” she said.
I turned towards the jet bridge, letting the cold air-conditioning blow on me, gripping my suitcase firmly in hand before striding forward purposefully. Because it was going to suck at finishing school, Mags was right, it was going to be so boring, learning etiquette and doing dumb stuff like riding horses.
But at least I wouldn’t be living at home anymore, the world was my oyster now. So I was looking forward to it, kind of, sort of … with a delicious secret that was all my own.
KATO
“You think she’ll remember us?” I asked as we stuffed our duffel bags full. It was time to head back to the USS Tompkins, shore leave was over. It’d been the best R&R ever. After all, it’s not every day that the hottest piece of ass you’ve ever had blows into your life.
“Oh yeah,” grunted my bro, “she’ll remember. Everyone always remembers us.”
That was true. The likelihood of Tina forgetting that she’d been done two ways, with two men in both her holes was pretty slim. But then again, the brunette had been curiously nonchalant when we said our goodbyes.
“Bye Karl, bye Kato,” she’d purred after we’d helped her back into that leather get-up. Her hair was adorably mussed, and in the grey light of early morning, god, she was so young and nubile.
But sassy too. The girl pecked us each on the cheek before turning to the Uber she’d called, wiggling her ass flirtatiously before looking over her shoulder. “Au revoir, mes amis,” she said, before blowing us a kiss one last time.
Now my French sucks, but doesn’t mes amis mean “my friends”? She’d called us her friends? The two men who’d just come hard in her ass and cunt, and that’s all we were? My brother looked at me, just as dumbfounded.
“Girls,” he said shrugging. “Who knows?”
Because Tina hadn’t asked us for any contact info, nor had we asked her for hers. I guess this really was a fly-by-night encounter, she clearly had no intention of keeping in touch. And I didn’t blame her. Sailors aren’t exactly known for their fidelity, and hell, as far as she knew maybe we kept a girl in every port.
But still, the brunette hadn’t even asked. I shrugged and turned back to packing, stuffing my bag full before heaving it over my shoulder.
“You got that junk we picked up?” I asked my twin.
Karl merely grunted in assurance, not even turning to look at me. Our next port city was Tripoli, and after that, Cairo. Not exactly the safest places these days, but they don’t pay us good money to be on a luxury cruise. The Navy these days is fucking dangerous, even as a merchant marine. The U.S. government might call you to back-up some warrior class destroyer on a moment’s notice, and fuck, we were dangerously close to Syria and the mess going on in Sudan. It wouldn’t be the first time my twin and I sailed into some seriously messed-up shit.