Once again, they had name recognition and once again they were taken to a slightly elevated booth with a full view of the restaurant. She fought the urge to nibble on her painted thumbnail after the hostess left, thinking about the upstairs party that was soon to begin.
"Fuck I'm nervous." Jake looked at Amanda after she spoke. She continued, "I'm socially awkward. I'm glad that Shaw will be there as a familiar face tonight, otherwise I'll probably be clinging to your arm the whole fucking time we're there."
Jake was floored. At the camp, she was a social butterfly. He said so.
"That was different. I was fresh off of being a killer and worried that people might suspect the short new woman was the short former Pig. I forced myself to not be withdrawn because I was afraid it might look weird. It's easy now but that first month at the survivor camp was terrifying. And I had to play a careful song-and-dance to make sure I didn't tell them more about myself than I should."
Jake smiled. "I never knew. Listen, just be yourself. Be who you are now. You saw how much Mr. Shaw was entertained by you. Just be that. It's tough on a ship, I know. You know absolutely no one but me and basically him, but just ask someone how their day is. You and I can make some friends on here and we've got plenty of space in our stateroom to invite a few people over if we get close to some of the other passengers. All it takes is one bold move to make a friend."
Amanda nodded and looked around the restaurant. Her eyes fell on an older guy sitting alone at a table next to theirs. Her heart beat nervously but she said, "See that guy next to us? He's got his drink already so he's obviously not expecting anyone probably. You said be bold, so what would you think about inviting him to join us?"
Jake smiled. Go for it."
Amanda scooted over to Jake's side of the booth and turned to the other table, saying, "Excuse me, sir?" The older guy looked over at her. He was burly, about 60, the black hair graying but still pretty thick on his head. He looked like he might be Italian. Amanda said, "Are you by yourself?" He nodded. "We've got plenty of space here. Would you like to take the other side?"
He beamed and exposed a gap between his teeth. "Sure, I'd like dat a lot." The accent was a dead giveaway to him being from Brooklyn. He snagged his drink and sat across from them. "First timers?"
Amanda giggled, "Jesus, is it that obvious? Me, yes, but my husband here has been a few times before he met me. I'm Amanda, this is Jake." He shook both their hands and introduced himself as Mike Rogo, a server approached with menus. "I've already ordered," Rogo told him. The server nodded, he had taken Rogo's order himself, though the passenger seemed to have forgotten.
They chatted idly while Amanda and Jake perused the menu. The waiter returned with a bottle of Pinot Noir Amanda had been clever enough to order, before both settled on prime rib with mashed potatoes, green beans, and two Caesar salads. Amanda chose medium, and Jake preferred medium well. Did they want it grilled? Amanda and Jake both declined the offer.
After the waiter had disappeared with their orders, their new table guest spoke again. "These new ships are nice," Rogo said, but there's less of a chance ta get ta know ya fellow passengers. On the older cruise liners, they used to assign ya tables so you immediately met two new people from da start. But these are damn fancy, dat's for sure. I mean I never got to ride tha Queen Mary but I did tha tour at Long Beach and she ain't got half a what this ship offers. "
And then they exchanged details about each other. Rogo was indeed from Brooklyn, though he'd retired with his wife to Long Beach in 1997. He was a retired mechanic making his first cruise since losing his wife, Linda, to breast cancer in late 2003, while Amanda and Jake gave a watered down version of their own lives, using the brief time they'd spent in the real world before returning to the realm for good, and said they were New Yorkers themselves, from Manhattan. He knew a little bit about the Park name, but was surprised to hear Jake was Jack Park's son. Rogo was in the Aqua Class, just a tier below them, and he grinned when they told him they were in the Owner's Suite. "A fancy room for a very fancy lady, But how could it not be with a hubby from the Park family," Rogo said.
Amanda blushed. "Oh I can cuss up a goddamn storm as good as anyone. Jake can back me up on that. I think my rough edges were part of the appeal for him marrying me. I say things that reveal that in spite of the attire, I'm far from fancy sometimes." Rogo laughed. Jake nodded vigorously. Since Rogo's server was the same as theirs, so he brought their salads together along with bread. They shared the wine with Rogo, who admitted he wasn't much of a wine drinker but that it was delicious. Amanda told him to wait to taste it with the steak he'd ordered.
Rogo regaled them with his experiences of liners of old, and talked of how his wife hated going on their first cruise, only to love it by the end. Amanda told him that she'd found herself fascinated with the idea of going right from the moment Jake suggested it, and had no regrets since. She agreed with Rogo about the amenities, and said there was almost enough to do on-board that they didn't actually really need to leave the ship, though they were going to.
Their steaks arrived, Rogo's being a t-bone. Everything was excellent and there was something about the au jus sauce that just make the mouth-watering prime rib all the more delectable of a steak. She noted that Rogo appeared to be a steak connoisseur, as he ate it without any steak sauce. Amanda, if she didn't have prime rib, was an admitted A-1 user. All three were happily stuffed by the end. When the server asked about desert, in tandem, Jake, Amanda, and Rogo waved their white napkins in surrender, and then they all shared a good laugh.
As they prepared to separate for the evening, Amanda asked him, "Will you eat here regularly?" Rogo said, "I usually do lunch in the cabin but yeah, this is my dinner spot. I love steak, and with what you pay for the cabin, I figure I'll make up for it if I get a steak every night," He laughed broadly.
Amanda grinned, "Then it's ours too, we'll be here around six tomorrow if you'd like to join us again."
"Sure!" Rogo said with a grin. "I got lots more stories left to tell, trust me, you're gonna know more about ships than ya'd ever know from huntin' through Wikipedia." And off he went. Jake smiled at her. "You know what's funny?" he asked her.
Amanda shrugged. "Both of your newfound friends are old enough to be your dad. But hey, you are out of your comfort zone and if at the end of the nine days you're friends with every over-50 male on the ship, hey, it's progress."
Amanda giggled. "I hadn't noticed that, but I'm glad we asked him to come over. That was really fun and I could tell it meant a lot to him to be invited. All over-50 males who are alone on the cruise, honey. That's my MO. And I promise I'll resist the urge to give them a night to remember, even the guys who are at death's door. I'd hate to be responsible for sending any elderly men down to Dr. Bricker."
Jake laughed, "Please do. I can imagine that poor FBI guy with his head in his hands over the news that Jigsaw's former apprentice banged a man into a heart attack. Besides, I've got to earn my $20,000. You can make friends your own age, just remember, no lesbian orgies without my presence."
Amanda looked at him and arched a brow. "You know, you talk about that a LOT more than I do. I think you want it to happen more than me." Jake just looked at her innocently. Amanda continued, "But yes, there is no cock on this ship that fills me better and that I want to ride on more than yours. I talk a big game but you know at the end of the day, I'll crawl across broken glass to have you inside me."
Amanda spoke a bit too loudly, and a couple waiting to be seated overheard and stared at her, wide-eyed. Amanda leaned over to them. "He's 28 and built like a horse. If you hear any screaming, it's me." The couple scurried away.
"Jesus, Amanda," Jake looked at her and couldn't help but giggle.
Amanda shrugged. "People fuck. No use getting uptight about it." She pressed herself to him. "And no sense being bashful over the fact that I'm in my 30s and have a hot young cock that gets hard for me in an instant. Don't think I'm ever going to get tired of the fact that I can make your cock swell from a single touch, or just by getting naked. It's an ego boost, I'll admit. Now...Lets go get to that party so I can fucking grind all over you on the dance floor.
It was 7:35. They took the long way up to the Constellation Lounge and arrived at 7:51. Jake gave their names and the crewman at the door looked at his list and nodded. He'd seen many of the occupants of the Owner's Suite at this first night party during his three years with the Princess, and he had to admit they were the most casual in appearance. The guys were usually older with a younger woman on their arm, but the crewman put Amanda at just slightly older than her husband. Usually they were dressed in super expensive clothes. Jake and Amanda's attire wasn't cheap, but it wasn't the level that the others had worn. Also, they weren't stuck up at all. Despite the fact they were in the best stateroom on the ship, they seemed very down to earth. Park...He wondered if it was the son of the guy that ran Park Industries. It could be.
Then Amanda demonstrated how non-stuck up at all she was by leaning into the crewman and quietly saying, "I get nervous in crowds. I'm going to need something to make me relax. Where's the fucking bar?"
The crewman let out an embarrassed giggle and pointed. Amanda walked over. She was hardly feeling tipsy at all from the wine they had during the meal, partially because she had unwittingly consumed enough water to counterbalance the wine, at least for now. She considered the options and asked for something sweet. The bartender suggested a strawberry margarita, and Amanda gave it a shot. It arrived and she was taken aback. It looked like a big slushie. She took a sip and it was strongly sweet. While it may be surprising considering her punk background, when Amanda was younger at those bars, she stuck to beer. Punk was an image that couldn't afford to be soiled by fruity drinks like this one or something like a glass of wine. So she was a beer drinker until she found her drugs. Her favorite was Corona.
They entered the lit club area and Amanda decided as she sipped that this might be her new favorite drink. Holy shit, how many fucking years had she missed enjoying these when she'd been having Coronas instead? I mean, it was nice and all, but this was amazing. She could taste the liquor but the sweetness almost overshadowed it completely. A number of couples were already there and Jake and Amanda joined them in small talk while Amanda kept sipping. She was definitely getting another one of these. Amanda watched the door and at 7:57, Shaw and Julie McCoy walked in in their fancier uniforms. Julie was looking decidedly nervous.
Amanda hollered "Hey there! Get your damn selves over here." Jake looked at the expressions on the other couples' faces and grinned. Amanda was definitely her undisciplined self and he enjoyed the looks on some of their faces that the VIP wife of her husband was fraternizing with the crew as if they were the best friends in the world. He loved his dad and he was glad they'd mended fences, but he loved sticking it to his perceived image as the son of a billionaire, and truly, he'd married a woman who was not only perfect and incredible, but was the complete opposite of who society perceived he should have married. And who needed that shit? She was beautiful, wicked, super funny, and God did they please each other in bed. He'd bet everything he had that the couples that were in his parents' high-society circles didn't have anywhere near the exciting sex life that he and Amanda did.
Jake had been a horny youth, but he'd grown out of it. But Amanda's lust awakened his own. She was constantly horny and he found that being with her made him constantly horny too. He thought of the lingerie she'd be wearing for him tonight and had to fight to keep a tent from forming in his pants. Yeah, anyone who said they were just as horny for their wives as they were 23 years ago was full of shit. His heart beat like mad every time she spread her legs for him and he'd never stop wanting and needing the feel of her tight wetness wrapped around him. The fact that he knew she felt the same, and was probably wet herself thinking about him being inside of her as she was wearing that lingerie made it all the more hotter.
Amanda made Julie feel right at home and they snagged a table. "I grew up in a trailer, Julie. You can take the girl out of a trailer, but..." Julie gasped and giggled. At eight, there was applause as a man walked to the microphone. Shaw whispered, "Captain Catalano."
He was a tall man, and his last name indicated his Italian ancestry, his officers, first, second, third, staff officer, safety officer, and apprentice deck officers were all from a mix of countries. Catalano had been staff captain of the Costa Serena, with the Costa Cruises line, until he was lured to Starlight in 2003 with the promise of being master of the Ocean Princess, along with a hefty salary increase. He still followed up on them from time-to-time, the most recent story he could remember was that they'd launched a new ship, the Costa Concordia, in 2005. But it was nowhere near as elegant as the Ocean Princess. Francesco Schettino, who had recently been announced as the Costa Concordia captain, had served with him as a safety officer while he'd been staff captain. They'd become friends. He wished Schettino well, but could admit his pride was stroked by the fact that he was already in command of the much-finer Ocean Princess.
Management trusted him, and the Ocean Princess sailed with the minimum requirement of officers and deck hands. Since the Owner's Suite and Concierge Class cabins were all full this voyage, it saved on the overhead, for sure.
Catalano smiled to the assembled crowd of VIP guests, who's tastes for the finest class aboard ship definitely boosted the finances of the cruise line. He said, "I won't be able to stay long, driving a ship and alcohol do not mix, I'm afraid." He smiled and the room chuckled. "We always love to welcome our VIPs, because it takes many parts to make a ship run, and one of them is the people who sail with us. For us who sail on her for the entire season, she is our home. While you will only be with her for nine days, she's your home as well. We welcome you into our home, and we wish you nothing but the very very best enjoyment for your entire stay with us."
Catalano rattled off some of the special VIPs in attendance, including Amanda and Jake. Amanda, feeling a little looser from the margarita, let out a whoop, drawing a few stares from the older crowd, which was a decided majority among the assembled passengers. Had she been paying attention, she might have wondered if their fiber supplements were mixed into their drinks. When he got to the end, Catalano said, "I've wasted enough time. Ladies and gentlemen, have fun, and get this party started."
He exited the stage and shook a few hands before leaving the club. The DJ fired up "My Type" by Saint Motel. Amanda was immediately in the mood for dancing, and she dragged Jake to the floor as Shaw diplomatically offered Julie his arm. Julie, feeling more comfortable with the fun-loving Parks, readily agreed. Shaw had told her about the invite, and even after meeting them briefly in the office, it had made her nervous thinking of hanging out with two people she barely knew, but Jake and Amanda definitely didn't have a prissy nature. Also, based on the way Amanda was grinding into Jake as she and Shaw danced more demurely, she also guessed that they were who they were all the time, and damn anyone who they didn't meet preconceived expectations of.
Other couples had also joined them on the dance floor, and when "My Type" ended, they danced through the next, "Dead or Alive's song, You Spin me Round," and then Kool & the Gang's "Celebration." Jake noticed that the song selection had a decidedly 80s feel, which didn't bother him. Even "My Type" had a decidedly 80s flavor. Both he and Amanda's tastes in music seemed stuck in the 80s, and modern songs were only really enjoyable to them if they too had an 80s vibe. After grooving through David Bowe's "Let's Dance," the four of them took a breather and retired back to the table.
Amanda was glowing in a sheen of sweat. She was also decidedly thirsty. A waiter passed by. Amanda and Julie ordered margaritas, Jake a rum and coke, and Shaw vodka martini. With the obviously U.K. accent, Jake knew he'd have been unable to suppress a giggle if Shaw had ordered it shaken, and not stirred.
The music blared and they shouted over it for quite awhile and past a second round of drinks. Shaw spoke of his wife and Wales, Jake and Amanda told the PG-13 details of their life with many omissions. Jake noticed as she was sipping her third margarita that Amanda was definitely feeling the effects, and it made her even more blunt in some of her statements, which of course Jake found all the more amusing. She hadn't had a chance to get tipsy and cut loose in who knew how long, but he'd watch her and do what he needed to do to keep her from getting too sloppy.
Julie revealed that she and Dr. Bricker had both served on the Princess Cruise Lines MS Pacific Princess until 2001, which drew a loud giggle from Amanda. "You went from one Princess straight to another, but the other ship was stuck in the Pacific, the Ocean Princess is the Princess of EVERY ocean." Julie giggled at that as well. She said her sister, Judy, was still aboard the Pacific Princess as a junior assistant cruise director. Julie said she'd been a full cruise director but it was a demanding job, and the salary she got in her current position was much better than what she'd been making on the other ship, plus, it was a lot less work.
"After all, he's the boss. He has to do everything, I just have to make sure I don't screw up anything he's done. And boy, have I come close a few times." Julie and Amanda both giggled.
When the D.J. fired up Duran Duran's "Hungry Like the Wolf," Amanda pulled Jake back to the dance floor. Even Shaw once again offered an arm. But both were married. Julie's husband was a man named Anthony, and their "date" was strictly a plutonic one.
The hungry looks and grinds Amanda did on him definitely made Jake's pants tent uncontrollable, and Amanda smiled wickedly as she felt it rubbing on her. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you soon. I'm gonna fuck you until your fucking balls explode," Amanda said loudly in his ear. Jake couldn't wait. They also enjoyed Prince's "Let's Go Crazy" and Human League's "Don't You Want me" before they returned to more shouted chatting at the table. After her fourth margarita, Amanda 's small frame coupled with her alcohol tolerance, started to get quite slurry, and Jake, who enjoyed drinking but knew the steps to take, had her counter it with more water.
Surprisingly, while Jake expected the party to go all night, it actually wrapped up right at 11. It seemed the party guests, primarily older, won out over the younger VIPs, though they were invited to stay and enjoy the lounge if they liked. But after all the grinding, and all of the anticipation, both Jake and Amanda had a different type of dancing in mind. Amanda felt like her body was a four-alarm fire in her sudden lust. The water had thankfully sobered her enough to fight the urge to fuck Jake right there on the fucking floor.
"A wonderful evening, and we appreciate you getting us on the invite list. Come down to my station tomorrow and we'll get some day trips organized for you when we get to our ports in South America," Shaw said.
Julie and Amanda hugged and Julie's eyes were lit with excitement. "This was so fun!" She also hugged Jake and then Shaw shook both their hands before leading Julie back down to their own quarters on the crew decks. Amanda swayed slightly on her feet and Jake had her drink one more glass of water before they walked down to their cabin. Amanda slipped off her high heels and carried them as they walked.
"Three new friends, but I'm not sure if Julie is ready for lesbian sex," Amanda said sticking her tongue out at him. "Shaw seems nice, but he's classy, he'd probably apologize if I gave him an erection. It's time to face reality." Amanda hiccupped. "Your cock was tailor-made for me and my panties have been soaked in anticipation of it for the past fucking hour."
Jake said, "Good, because if you're up to it, I'm ready. If I don't get this tent in my pants taken care of soon, it's going to become permanent. Thank the good lord the crotch is baggy."
Amanda giggled and swayed. "Me? Not up to it? Fuck that, I can last longer than you." Then she tangled up her feet and Jake grabbed her before she fell and she pressed her face to his chest giggling.
"Come on, lightweight," Jake said.
"I guess those slushies weren't as slushie as I thought," Amanda giggled. "Or maybe it's just because I haven't had alcohol in a long time. The water helped though. But it's weird, I really don't feel the urge to piss at all."
They got into the elevator and returned to deck eight. Amanda was usually horny, but the alcohol had her turned up to 11 and when Jake opened the cabin door she jumped on him and he fell through the doorway on his back and his foot banged the door which shut it behind them.
She made out with him. Passionately. He could taste her lust in addition to the alcohol. "Wait for me." Amanda said in a sultry voice before rising to her feet and swaying. She walked in an odd line into the bathroom. Jake went to the bed and sat down and guilty wondered if maybe she shouldn't just sleep instead. The water definitely hadn't done the magic completely. But after she stripped the dress and underwear off and appeared at the foot of the bed in the purple lingerie, she seemed steady on her feet, as if the allure of the sex they would be having had sobered her up considerably. And FUCK was she hot. His dick quivered and seemed to tell him that there was no way it was going to let him sleep before it came in her tight, wet pussy.
She teased out her long, dark hair with her fingers and she gently pushed him on the bed and pulled his clothes off. His cock was erect already but she still got beside him with her feet towards Jake's head and sucked him some as he rubbed her clit with his fingers and savored the wetness that seemingly dripped from her. God, the lingerie she was wearing was so fucking hot. It was even more joyous when she straddled him and pulled her breasts out above the romper. She didn't guide him in, instead, she rubbed her slit against him, making him slick with her juices before her pussy seemed to act like a mouth itself and sucked his cock deeply into her.
She rose and fell on him, her breasts swayed up and down with her movements. They were both moaning and she passionately scratched his bare chest with her nails as she stabbed herself hotly on his swelled cock. The sex was everything he wanted it to be and more. Christ she was so hot, and beautiful, and the way she moved her body was exquisite. It's why he would never experience it better with anyone else. He didn't need anyone else, not Julie and Susie, not anyone. Who needed variety when he'd married a woman who knew how to move and squeeze him and do the things that made him erupt like a volcano every goddamn time they had sex? They'd seemingly known quite well how to fuck each other since the first time, and they'd only mastered it in the years since.
They were getting closer and closer to their intense orgasms when Amanda suddenly froze with a horrified expression on her face. Jake knew what it meant and prepped himself for a potential tidal wave, but Amanda kept it together.
She fled the bed and ran into the bathroom and Jake heard the margaritas, the wine, and probably some of the delicious dinner being vomited into the toilet. He hurried in and she said, "I'm fine, really. I'm sorry. Fuck." She flushed, got up, then thought against it and put her head back over the bowl and let loose one more time before she wiped her mouth with toilet paper and flushed. Her face was beet red, though Jake wasn't sure if it was exertion, embarrassment, or both.
"Ok...That's it. I'm sure of it." She pulled out her toothpaste and brush and cleaned her mouth and Jake snagged her a bottle of water which she drank half of before leaving the bathroom. They snuggled on the bed. "Fuck, I can't believe that happened. I guess I'm not as good of a drinker as I thought. I used to be able to handle that easily. Christ if I'd puked on you I'd have never been able to fucking live that down."
"It's your first time in a long time. It's okay. Just relax. Nothing to be embarrassed about." And he knew she was being honest. Amanda dwelled on mistakes sometimes, and even thought the last however many thousands of times they'd had sex had been perfect, she absolutely would have dwelled on this one time where she'd barfed on him halfway through.
"I'm not embarrassed about that. I'm embarrassed about having to tap out of sex halfway through...And I don't intend to go to sleep embarrassed." Amanda stroked his cock and smiled when it quickly rebounded.
"Amanda, your stomach is going to still be sensitive. It's best that you don't move it around. Really, it's..." Amanda pulled him closer and she had that look in her eye. Determination. She was going to fuck him hell or high water, if she had to do it with a vomit bucket next to her head. "I didn't spend 250 bucks on this to let it go to waste tonight. Making you cum is the only hangover cure I need. This is our first night on the ship, and I'm in serious need of being filled full by...semen." She rolled onto her back and spread her stocking-clad legs for Jake. "Get in me and finish what we started. I love you. I need you, and I definitely want our first night in this cabin to end with a bang."
And so he rolled on top of her and savored the feeling of her stockings brushing the outside of his thighs. He went gently to keep her stomach from being jostled, just in case, but Amanda urged him to move faster with her own body and he met her pace. They sweated and moaned and fuck was she so gorgeous. The thought of her leaned over the toilet only a little while ago was completely gone from memory. She craved him and was desperate for him and she was his and what an amazing end to their first day on the ship.
They were wrapped in each other as she cried out his name and came and he was so built up from the dancing that her pussy spasming around his cock pulled his orgasm from his cock and his balls twitched and he pumped what felt like a gallon of sperm deeply into her womb. They remained twisted in each other as their orgasms subsided and he loved feeling his body wrapped up in his wife's silky, lingerie-covered own, enjoying the contented, empty feeling in his balls after he had now filled her with his sperm for the second time that day.
And because she knew how much he loved it, she remained fully dressed in the lingerie as the excitement of the day finally caught up with them and they fell asleep wrapped up in each other.
It was indeed the perfect end to their night. They would go to sleep one more time in this fantastic bed in this fantastic cabin after another fun-filled day tomorrow. And then...
And then by the afternoon of the third day, the entire ship, including their cabin, would be under the waters of the Gulf of Honduras so deeply that she couldn't be reached by divers.