Chapter 4

Callie rolled over from her wife, panting a little as she zipped her boy shorts up and adjusted her bra straps. She turned around to look at Addison who was still breathless, her sweat glistened nipples still puckered with the cool breeze of sea blowing around them and Callie swallowed again, she was such a boob girl. Addison turned to face her with a satisfied grin as she pulled on her bra and panties that were rolled down to her knees. Sex with Callie, no matter how many times they do it, is always off the charts, Addison thought to herself as she followed Callie's gaze which has now averted from her boobs to the deck. It's a bit unsettling to see Callie so mesmerized by Arizona when she just satisfied her just few seconds ago. Addison knew there's something more swirling behind Callie's soulful browns that Callie isn't aware of herself. Addison hasn't seen Callie this enamored since Erica, the first girl Callie ever loved. Addison knew that Callie loves her but she also knew that Callie isn't 'in love' with her. And everytime it stung a little 'cause she was head over heels in love with Callie.

"I'm talking about business, honey. Why don't you go below aft while I attend to a little more pleasure?" Callie commanded with her gaze still glued to the deck.

Addison stood up, rubbing the reddened place on her neck where Callie had marked her just about now. She followed her gaze up to the bow of the boat.

"I just hope she gets it as rough as me" she complained.

"Whew, what a tiger!" Callie laughed, as she handed her her empty glass. "Take this with you when you go."

Addison took the glass, and turned, climbing out of the cockpit, made her way to the aft cabin, where she disappeared, unsmiling, down the companionway.

Callie lit a cigar and taking a long drag, she watched her go. She was a good woman, she decided, and the best lay she'd ever had. That's why she had married her, and that's why she'd stayed married to her for so long. But she couldn't stay faithful to one woman no matter how she tried. Not that she ever had tried. Her attention returned to the problem at hand. Arizona lay on her stomach now, awake, gazing forward as the Vera cut her way through the calm seas. Callie couldn't take her eyes off the slim curves of her spine as it arched in perfect symmetry up from her small, rounded buttocks, and disappeared enticingly under her long blonde hair. Callie's sure she never felt this way about any other woman, that all encompassing feeling around her heart was a bit new feeling to handel, but she never worked with her heart so she brushed it off as a quest worthy sexual desire that only Arizona Robbins can satisfy.

Damn, she thought to herelf, it would be so much nicer if she'd cooperate. But then she smiled, as she remembered some of the best fucks she'd ever had had come only after a pitched battle. Well, maybe she'd have to use the old "bitchwell" ploy, as she liked to call it. She'd have to have that cunt Boswell's help, but she'd done that before,.and that's why she has kept Lauren around anyways. The Dutch woman knew just what was expected of her. Let Boswell molest the girl just a little, and then the only person she could turn to would be the sweet and tender Calliope Torres. And Callie Torres was a past master at manipulating a sobbing girl's relief in having someone to talk to in a receptive state of sexual arousal. It wasn't the best way to get at a woman, but sometimes it was the only way. She decided that in Arizona's case, because she didn't even recognize any of Callie's sexual advances, it was the only way.

Callie stood up, and walked back to where her gorgeous captain was sitting lazily with one hand on the wheel. Callie knew she'd have to be careful how she handled her. Because off lately Lauren was getting out of hand. She was forgetting who's the boss here. Callie flicked the cigar she was smoking and approached her

"I'm getting tired of waiting, Boswell," she said, taking over the wheel at the same time.

"Waiting for what, Ms. Torres?" Lauren asked, though she knew very well what Callie was tired of waiting for, and realized simultaneously that this cruise was going to be one of the good ones.

"Arizona Robbins," stated Callie simply, and waited for Boswell to make the next move.

"Oh yeah, right," said Lauren, unable to keep from wetting her lips lewdly with a quickly darting tongue. "Well, Ms. Torres, Mam, it sure would be a shame to pass this one up."

"I don't have any intention of passing her up, Lauren, and you know it. I'm just trying to decide on the best way to go about it."

Lauren sneered inwardly at Callie's obvious discomfort in having to ask another woman to do her advance work for her.

"Well mam'" she said, "I could always warm her up a little, you know, knock her around some so she'd have to come running to you for help."

"No, not knock her around. You couldn't hurt her, you know that. Don't you even dare think of that" Callie intently stared Lauren down until Lauren lowered her gaze and cowered a little.

"But do you remember how you warmed up that little redheaded model from Miami, what was her name?" Callie asked after a while

"Penny," Lauren said. "Yeah, I remember her. And Saddie, and Jo, and Heather and..."

"That's right, Penelope. Well, I want you to work this one the same way. Get her down below, I'll take the wheel for a while. Give her a few drinks, and then just throw a little scare into her."

"Yessss Mam, Ms. Torres, I know exactly what you mean."

"But don't overdo it, Lauren, you hear me? Just shake her up a little bit."

Lauren looked Callie in the eye, and smiled obediently.

"Ms. Torres, you don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing."

"All right, go on then. But just remember what I said."

Lauren nodded as she leaned down to pick up her cotton shirt from the deck beside her.

She climbed out of the cockpit, tying the cotton shirt around her belly, keeping the above three bottons open to show off ample cleavage encased in a enticing black bra. Trying to keep herelf calm, trying to keep control of a great, lewd grin that threatened to twist her bony face into some kind of obscene Halloween mask.

She leaned over the side, scooped up a handful of seawater, and let its freshness soak her clother a little, making them see through. Lauren knew she's attractive, and she has also noticed Robbins checking her out a bit when she was doing cardio yesterday morning.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Shepherd?"

Arizona twisted around quickly from her stomach around onto her elbow, and threw a frightened look up at Lauren's face suddenly so close to her.

"Oh, my ... you startled me."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that Mrs. Shepherd. I didn't mean to scare you." Lauren smiled almost sweetly.

"No, no," Arizona said quickly, sitting up. "You didn't scare me, I just ... it's Mrs. Robbins by the way or just Arizona..." Her voice trailed off as she stared at the gorgeous figure looming above her, half silhouetted by the late afternoon sun. Lauren Boswell was one heck of a beautiful woman, Arizona concluded. But her and Addison's beauty was nothing compared to the Latina that owns it all. Snap. She didn't knew she was finding Callie that attractive. She should have compared everyone to Amelia's beauty but somehow her sub conscious mind compared it to the breathtaking Callie Torres.

"Well, I'm sorry to have startled you then. Ms. Torres asked me to take you down to the bar, and see if we couldn't get you fixed up with a little something."

"How kind of her. And of you, too, of course. I'd like that very much." Arizona took the hand Lauren offered her, and was surprised at the ease with which she raised her from her sitting position and pulled onto her body. For a few seconds her body was flush with Lauren's and she could just feel her hot breath on her face.

"Just let me get my robe and things." She said, distangling herself from Lauren's embrace.

Lauren watched as the young woman bent to the deck, allowing her firmly rounded breasts to drop down as far as her bikini top would permit. Her cock was already beginning to come to life, its first tentative hardening pushing insistently at the zipper of her jeans. If she saw that ...

"I tell you what, Mrs. Robbins? I'll go below and crack some ice ..."

"No, I'm done, I'm ready." Arizona gathered up her suntan lotion, towel, and the books she'd been reading earlier, and then struggled to get her robe over one shoulder where it had fallen off.

"Here Ma'am, let me help you with that." Lauren bent down over Arizona's tiny figure, and drew the robe up over her creamy shoulder, letting her hand run ever so lightly across the smooth, tanned flesh.

They both shivered a little.

"Thank you," said Arizona, gathering her things up inside her towel. "I think I'm ready now."

Lauren smiled, and led the way back along the rail to the main companionway, which led to the large cabin midships. Shee didn't look at Callie as she passed, but she knew Callie was looking at her.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Torres," Arizona said, "I didn't know it was already happy hour."

"For the last time, Arizona, the name is Callie," and she smiled warmly as she let her hand rest on Arizona's arm for a while.

"Oh, I'm sorry ... Callie ... I forgot." Arizona shivered at the touch as her gaze stared intently into Callie's big brown eyes. There was just something in Callie's eyes that tug at her heart a little but Arizona brushed it off as her missing physical intimacy for a while now.

"Don't worry about it. Go on down below, and let Lauren take care of you." Callie said as she broke their staring. For some reason she was feeling guilty. She never felt guilty about her conquests.

"That sounds good," Arizona replied. "I'll be right back."

Callie watched as her research assistant's beautiful body disappeared down the looked at her watch, smiled to herelf, and swung the Vera onto a southwest heading.

"What can I get for you," Lauren asked, when they'd both reached Callie's well stocked bar.

"Oh, I don't know. Something cool."

"How about a gin and tonic?"

"That's fine." Arizona set her towel-wrapped bundle on the table and looked around the cabin, amazed as always by the luxuriousness of the furnishings, and the amount of money those furnishings must have cost. "I can't get over what a beautiful boat this is," she said, in an effort to break the curiously charged silence that surrounded them.

"Yeah, it is that." Lauren mumbled as she concentrated on spiking Arizona's drink.

Arizona waited for her to add something to her remark, and when she didn't ...

"How long have you worked for Callie ... for Ms. Torres I mean."

"A couple of years."

Again Arizona waited, and again the gorgeous captain didn't elaborate. She looked around the cabin again, and then back at Lauren. It seemed to her that she was taking an unusually long time over a gin and tonic. She felt vaguely uneasy in her presence, vaguely threatened by her gorgeous body, and the way her green eyes never left her, even though she wasn't saying anything. She searched for some topic of conversation just to last until she had her drink and could go topside again.

"Do people tell you that you have pretty eyes? Are they blue? Hazel? I swear I saw them in a shade of azure when we locked our eyes on each other yesterday when I was working out" Lauren blurted out breathlessly.

To say Arizona was shocked would be an understatement. She was taken aback with Lauren's imposition. She immediately felt like changing the subject.

"Uhh ... I bet I can guess your astrology sign."

Lauren looked at her. She saw her discomfort, and reveled in it.

"Go ahead and guess."

"Uhh ... Taurus."

"Wrong."

"Scorpio?"

"Sorry."

"I give up, what is it?" Arizona asked wishing she'd never brought it up.

"Virgo." Lauren's lips pronounced the syllables slowly, like an obscene challenge.

"Oh, I really can't believe that," Arizona giggled uncomfortably. Lauren didn't laugh. She remained staring at her suggestively.

"My, that gin and tonic is sure taking a long time," she said nervously. "Remind me not to have you bartend my next party." She forced a very weak laugh.

Lauren paid no attention to the hint.

"Are you interested in astrology?" She asked.

"Oh, yes," Arizona replied uneasily, "Yes, I certainly am. Aren't you?"

"Sure." Lauren was enjoying herself, watching this small clueless girl so obviously intimidated by her overpowering self.. "I've got a book about it I think you'd really like."

"Oh, do you really?" said Arizona lamely, wanting only to escape the suffocating cabin and get back up into the refreshing sea breeze. "Well, I'd certainly love to see it some time."

"I'll get it for you," Lauren said, making her way through the main cabin to the door of the fo'c'sle, her cabin.

"Oh no," Arizona said quickly, "Please don't go to any trouble."

"No trouble at all. Come on." Lauren opened the door to her cabin and stood to one side. "I don't think you've seen this part of this beautiful boat."

Arizona hesitated. She had no desire to be alone with this gorgeous woman in her own cabin. Lauren came back to her, handed her her drink, and forced onto her face as much innocence as she could muster.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?" Lauren asked sweetly as she watched Arizona gulping down her drink in one go. She drowned her own drink in response and smiled at Arizona again. Everything is easier when inhibitions are lower.

"Oh no, of course not," Arizona blurted out, suddenly feeling a bit hazy. She felt ridiculous. Why was she so frightened of such a sweet and gorgeous woman? Nothing could happen to her for God's sake, not here on the boat. Other women would be pleased and flattered by Lauren's obvious interest in them. What's the matter with me, she wondered. I'm not a little kid. Once this thought had crossed her mind, there was no return. She had to accept the challenge. "Nothing's the matter. I'd love to see the book."

A chill of excitement sped down Lauren's spine as Arizona capitulated, and centered with a quivering tingle in her loins. She knew she had won, and she knew nothing was going to stop the inevitable from happening.

She breathed in the sweet scent of Arizona's sinful form as she brushed past her and stepped into her cabin. She walked the four steps to the end of the small space, and turned to her expectantly. Lauren felt her cock seem to jump out at her all at once, as if it were trying to span those four steps between them in a single bound. She quickly turned to close the door after her.

Lauren tried to control her breathing. Her chest was heaving now, and trying to stop it only made it worse. There was an unbelievable throbbing ache reaching out of her oins, grabbing her chest and twisting it mercilessly into a small tight knot. Her legs began to quiver with the knowledge that they would soon be heaving between the sensuous young beauty's hotly sweating thighs.

Arizona was discomforted by the fact that Lauren remained with her back to her. "Is anything the matter?" she asked.

"No ..." Lauren's voice squeaked as her throat suddenly contracted, choking off her breath. She cleared her throat, and desperately tried to bring her body under control. She couldn't. There was no time for playing around, no time for games, no time to try to ease into it. Lauren turned the key in the lock of the door with a click that resounded through the cabin. And there was complete silence except for Lauren's heavy, desperate breathing.

A shiver ran through Arizona's body as she realized what the captain was planning to do. This is crazy, she thought wildly. What is she ... she must be crazy. And all of a sudden Arizona knew that Lauren Boswell was crazy. Crazy with desire, crazy with a terrible lust which threatened to destroy everything that stood between it and the consummation of its fearful passions. Arizona turned to ice as she realized that the only thing which stood in the way of the Dutch woman's lust for satisfaction, was her own, helpless, defenseless body.

"Lauren!" Arizona tried, trying to control the unreasoning arousal in her voice. "What are you doing?"

The captain turned to her slowly, her face a mask of sinful desire. "What am I doing?" She echoed, taking the key and forcing it into the pocket of her jeans, which were stretched tight across her desperately struggling cock. "I'm just locking the barn door, before the cows get out. I'm just locking one door, and opening another."

Arizona watched in shock as Lauren's hand moved slowly down to the zipper of her jeans and fumbled with the clasp.

"Oh, no ..." The trapped young wife backed away.

"That's it, cry a little for me, baby," Lauren leered. "Why don't you try a little scream while you're at it. They'll never hear you up on deck."

Arizona knew that Lauren was right. With the noises of the Vera's motor and the sea ... She watched in arousing fascination as the powerful sailor finally freed the clasp of her zipper, and slowly pulled it downwards, exposing first a few wiry female pubic hairs, and then Lauren's lone, eagerly jerking cock sprang powerfully from its prison and stood straight out from her loins, growing all the time in size, swelling until Arizona though it would burst. Arizona was shocked. She has never in her life seen a woman with penis. It was frightening and intimedating at the same time.

She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out, and in those split seconds Lauren crossed the short distance between them, and covered Arizona's small mouth with her own, engulfing it, devouring it. Her arms shot out and scooped her to her, her hands biting into her arms and her mouth wrenching hers in a deep, searing kiss.

Arizona strained against her, but Lauren only wrapped her closer and began thirsting her wetly swirling tongue deeply into her mouth, while her hands now bit through the material of her robe and dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks and back, pushing her cringing body powerfully into her hardening genitals.

Lauren explored every ridge and hollow of the young housewife's velvet, wetly caverned mouth. Honestly she was expecting a bit more restraining from Arizona but seems like her drink has worked well. She held her straining and taut, every muscle tensed to rigidity, her hands and arms holding her prisoner, breasts squeezed deliciously against her own heaving globes, one thigh worming between her legs until her reluctantly cringing young cunt was pressed hard up against her.

Lauren's hands were coursing over her now, smoothing down over her softly rounded buttocks and cupping her small, tender breasts. Suddenly one of Lauren's hands reached around her back, and tore the catch on her bikini bra. Lauren's hand snaked under the flimsy top, and teased Arizona's nipple to instant hardness, and the warmth of that unexpected sensation stole through Arizona's veins and bloodstream. Unconsciously, Arizona sucked Lauren's probing tongue in her mouth of her own volition, and felt the ripples of pleasure chase down through her loins and breasts and belly.

"Oh yes, baby, you like it ... you pretend you don't but you like it." Lauren's mouth had left hers and was now working its way down her neck and under her chin. She felt her hands peeling off her robe, fumbling with it, trying to get it off her arms. Lauren fumbled for few seconds but then Arizona moaned unconsiously and she tored it off her body. Her mouth immediately latching onto Arizona's pink nipples as moaning audibly at the sinful taste.

That unconscious moan seems to bring Arizona out of her haze as well and she pushed Lauren away. Lauren stared intently into Arizonas panting form and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She then moved to take off her cotton shirt and black bra and stood in front of Arizona in all her glory.

This is where it ends, this where she has scared Arizona enough and enjoyed a bit as well. This is where she'll let Arizona walk away from her, probably running into Callie's arm. But she has other plans, she has tasted Arizona and now she wants more. So, she moved to the side of cabin and plugged out her camera. Holding it in front of her as she watched the soundless video montage of what just transpired in this cabin. She stroked her cock a little as she smiled mischievously at Arizona who was watching her with complete astonishment now.

AN - Do you guys want some Arizona Lauren action next?

AN - This is not a romantic story... yet. So the characters are bit dark but still original. Heck the story is still in dark place. This is where I can show the original traits of character before the story unfolds. Once I include that romantic angle, it won't be ethical to stray them anymore. This is where I can explore so be patient with me. Pls review. I enjoy reading your thoughts.