Sirens Of The Caribbean

“You’re so prudish!” said Serena.

“Just because I haven’t been as adventurous as you doesn’t mean I’m prude,” Eve responded. “I mean, I could if the opportunity arose, but it hasn’t. It doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t do it. You’ve just been the one with all these wild experiences to flaunt.”

“Yes, I have and I don’t regret any of them. Too bad I’m involved with a bunch of Puritans,” said Serena.

“Hey, that’s not true!” Eve yelled.

“No, it’s not,” added Emma defending her friends and herself. “I’ve never slept with a woman either but that’s only because I never had the opportunity. Give me one and I’ll take it. Does that qualify me as being prudish?”

“Yes, because until you do it, you don’t know if you can actually go through with it,” answered Serena.

“Oh please!” Emma shouted. “That’s bullshit, Serena. I’m not in the mood to get into a discussion about what prudish means. The bottom line is that we know you’re the wild one. You don’t have to constantly brag about your adventurous lifestyle.”

“I didn’t realize that I was bragging; I’m merely more open about my little secrets,” Serena stood up from the table to get another drink.

“Why is it that you two always end up on some silly argument?” asked Eve as she turned to face Emma. “It’s nice of you, Emma, to try to defend me against the mistress of sarcasm here but I’m not ashamed of my reservations. Serena is obviously looking for attention – as always.”

Serena spun around and threw her arms up in the air. “Here we go again. Brainy Eve is going to give us a lecture again,” she said. “Quick everyone, get naked and jump in the water before we get sucked into another one of Eve’s ‘right or wrong’ lectures.”

Abruptly, Serena slammed her beer on the table, untied her swimsuit and dove into the Caribbean Sea.

Emma, Ginger and Eve sat paralyzed in their chairs and stared at each other, mouths open as they gently rocked on the calm sea, not surprised by her spontaneous action but shocked at her over dramatization. They had planned this evening for several weeks, reworking schedules for a free day in the sun. Serena and Emma had known one other since grade school and have stayed great friends despite their constant power struggles.

Both had a dominating personality and competed against each other but their history had somehow kept them friends. They met Ginger and Eve in college and clicked, becoming each other’s support.

Serena’s father let them use his pride and joy, his 1927 wooden Trumpy. He spent weekends restoring it; the inside needed more work but he had finished the deck so that the family could enjoy his gift to the family. This was the first time Serena’s father let them use it. On deck, away from the main house and separated by a wall of palm trees, the girls were in their own world.

“She is unbelievable!” Eve continued, pushing her plate away from her.

“Yes, she is,” Emma said, “but to be honest, I think Serena’s whole point was about the fact that it’s more fun to be in the action rather than looking at it.”

“Sounds like you’re taking her side,” Eve said. “I’m not prudish, am I?”

“No, Eve, you’re not…much,” Emma responded with a giggle. She turned her head to face Ginger, the quiet one. Emma agreed with Serena but didn’t want to hurt Eve’s sensitive feelings. “What do you think Ginger?”

“Don’t pull me into this conversation. Notice how I’ve been sitting here quietly.”

“What is Serena’s obsession with sleeping with other women anyway?” Eve asked.

“Why are you harping on it?” asked Ginger.

“I’m not harping on it. I was just asking a question. Besides, I thought you didn’t want to be in this conversation.”

“No, Ginger’s right –“ Emma intercepted, but got cut off by Eve’s emotional burst.

“Why are you taking her side?”

“Eve, come on. Relax,” said Emma. “Can’t we just have fun? Let it go. We all know how Serena can be sometimes – ok, most of the time – but what’s the point of arguing with her?”

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who started up with her,” Eve responded.

“I was just trying to ease the tension I saw coming. I disagree with Serena’s definition of prude and wanted to help you win this time,” Emma said, sparing Eve the truth about her perfect image.

“Thanks, but I don’t think I did win this time. She just drives me crazy. I hate the fact that she had the audacity to stereotype me just because I don’t sleep with women or that I don’t sleep with every man I see. I think she’s a slut.”

“Then that makes you even, doesn’t it?” Emma said. “Anyway, what’s it to you? As long as you know you could sleep with another woman, what does it matter what Serena thinks?”

Eve got quiet. Her eyes looked away and she started to clench her hands, something she always did when she became uncomfortable.

“Eve?” asked Emma as she cocked her head to the side trying to peek through Eve’s hair.

“Hmm?”

“You’re turning red…is there something we should know?”

“No, why?” Eve said naively. “What? Why are you smirking at me like that? Get that silly grin off your face, Emma.”

“Ginger, look at her. She’s hiding something!” Ginger looked and smiled at Eve. “I didn’t want to get into this conversation but I did, now I want my reward,” Ginger said, “So, what’s this secret? Is it dirty?”

Emma shot a look to Ginger. “Dirty?” Emma asked. “If it’s a dirty secret by Eve’s standards, why are you even asking?”

Ginger sat back from her forward tilt and said, “hmm,” as her eyes grimaced marking a dark wrinkle on her forehead. “You do have a point”.

“Ok, I’ll tell you,” Eve finally said, “but you have to promise to keep it secret”. She felt her stomach tie up in knots. Eve opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, as if someone had just yanked her voice. She gulped down the rest of her Cosmopolitan, sat straight up and leaned forward to create an intimate circle while she whispered.

“I have secretly always fantasized about being with another woman. Serena just caught me off guard. I didn’t want to admit it to all of you, especially with her here. I don’t think she’d ever let me live that down. Plus, I figured she would dare me. You know how she is with those dares. I freeze up!”

“So?” Ginger said without hesitation.

Eve turned immediately toward Ginger, her eyebrows creased with confusion. “So? That’s all you have to say?”

“What?” Ginger responded, shrugging. “It’s no big deal.”

Eve turned to Emma for consolation. “So? Emma? What do you think?”

“Mmm”, Emma mumbled, munching on the last bit of shrimp she swallowed too quickly. “I don’t care, Eve.” Emma licked the last remnants of garlic butter that slid between her fingers. “I’m not judging you and apparently, neither is Ginger since she thinks it’s no big deal and …well, Serena doesn't give a shit since she's swimming naked. Seems to me you’re the one with the problem.” Her eyebrows rose with confidence as she sat back for a response.

“Yeah, it is a problem because I’m just not brought up like that.”

Ginger started laughing almost knocking over her drink. “No one is brought up like that Eve. Get real.”

“I agree,” added Emma. “Quite seriously, how many women don’t at least think about it? It has nothing to do with how you were brought up. Sex is sex. No one teaches you to experiment or think erotic thoughts, especially not your parents for heaven’s sake. Your family thinks sex is a dirty word; of course you feel weird about it.”

“So, anyone in particular you’ve imagined?” Ginger cut in with her usual direct approach.

Eve’s eyes shot open as she felt her face flush bright red. Even the hot summer air did not make Eve sweat so much but decided to talk about it anyway. She had to get her feelings out.

”Actually, no. I never see a face, just the body or think of the feelings. I think I’m too scared to think of a face as though it might make the attraction too real.”

“I know what you mean,” Emma said under her breath.

“Looks like Emma has something she’s hiding as well,” Ginger said. “It’s time for her to start talking.” Ginger and Eve started to chuckle.

“How did you get that out of what I said?” Emma asked.

“Because we know you,” Ginger and Eve said together.

“Yes, I have a secret too but you two are going to think I’m crazy and you have to promise you’re not going to say anything.”

“Oh, do tell,” Ginger said.

“Well,” Emma began, “I’ve always wanted to do it with Serena.” Ginger and Eve’s mouths dropped.

“Come on in girls. The water is fantastic!” shouted Serena at the most imperfect timing. “Come on Eve…I dare ya!”

Eve’s face turned red from anger as she felt steam blow from her ears. She stood up immediately and slammed her drink on the table. “You know what?” Eve said to Emma, “If you can think about fucking Serena, I can get naked and go swimming with her, even on a dare. I’m going to prove to that bitch that I’m not prude!” Eve striped down to her bare skin and jumped into the warm sea as everyone watched her bold moves with utter shock, especially Serena.

“Hey, girls, the water does feel great!” Eve shouted after popping up from her dive. “I can’t believe I’ve never skinny-dipped before. You have to come in!”

“Oh, hell! If Eve can skinny-dip, surely the rest of you can too,” said Serena.

With slight hesitation or perhaps a little peer pressure, Emma and Ginger flung their bikinis and sarongs into the Caribbean wind, jumped into the crystal clear water and swam like mermaids under a milky way of early evening stars.

As they swam, floated and played tag beneath the low tide, Emma became aroused by their innocent play. When Serena brushed up against her nakedness she felt the temptation sting her like a giant jellyfish and linger without mercy. Serena’s caress was gentle as spider fingers running swiftly across her skin. Emma wondered if Serena caressed her between the thighs intentionally. It couldn’t have been, she thought but flirtations dominated the air as if the Siren’s call possessed the same magic for the female.

The mood was as sexy and mysterious as the hidden flesh underneath a Brazilian bikini, vibrant with sunset luminosity and lustrous as a pearl. Lush tropical scents mixed with the gentle breeze as the earthly elements simulated her body and mind. Emma couldn’t take the temptation anymore and climbed back on the boat.

Once on a solid surface, Emma was no longer hidden in the shallow waters below. Her ass faced the girls – she couldn’t bear to look at them now that they knew but the thought of Serena made her want to slip below deck and masturbate.

Emma dried off, bending over as she slid the towel to her toes. “Beautiful pussy, Emma. Have you dried it or is it still wet?” Serena’s voice echoed from behind. Emma stood up quickly, petrified. She turned to face Serena as she processed, in a millisecond, a worthy response.

“Would you like an answer or would you like to find out for yourself?” Emma asked.
Though surprised at her own answer, Emma decided to finally materialize her fantasies with Serena.

The girls smiled as they approached each other’s curiosities. Emma liquefied when she tasted the salt upon Serena’s lips and surrendered to the soft kisses that were returned. She listened to the gentle hum of palm trees and the soft rhythm of the tide blanketing the shore as her consciousness expanded into divinity.

As Emma and Serena basked in the flavors of each other’s flesh, Ginger approached the boat. When she climbed on deck, she gasped when she stumbled upon Serena and Emma’s erotic display, fondling and kissing one another. Shocked but curious, she took a seat to watch, with a slight smirk on her face. When Eve ascended from the water, Ginger signaled her to be quiet. Though taken aback, Eve giggled softly as if she was a teenager stumbling upon her first porn movie; her embarrassed glow could have lit the evening sky.

“Come. Sit.” Ginger whispered as Eve approached her. Still naked and wet with ocean water, Eve sat next to her and watched, but as Serena and Emma more entranced with their own movements, completely unaware of Eve and Ginger’s presence, it was almost too much to bear. Eve sat quiet, tenderly shy and astounded by her attraction to the scene in front of her.

Ginger took notice and without warning or care, knelt before Eve and slowly spread her legs. Eve looked down in shock and resisted the pull Ginger placed on her.

Ginger looked up at Eve and whispered, “Eve, I know your secret. Give in.” Eve felt her heart throb and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and let go. When Ginger felt Eve’s muscles go limp, she moved her head further between Eve’s legs. Eventually, Emma took notice as Eve’s moans echoed in the air and woke her from a momentary trance. She noticed a sea of bodies slithering together on the deck. She watched Eve exploring her fantasy with Ginger – she didn’t know Ginger liked women too. She witnessed their faces squirm, their puckered lips move and their sweaty bodies jerk under Aphrodite’s sky.

Emma then brought her attention back to Serena. She moved down Serena’s body and concentrated on every sensation her senses endured: the provocative fragrance between Serena’s legs, her taste – oh, that sweet aphrodisiac – and the familiar velvet touch of a woman.

Orgasms flowed as if by osmosis as their moans and screams became music - a beat they danced to without inhibition. Their wetness became paint upon their bodies while their scent mixed into a perfume of lustful pleasure and a sweet, powerful union.

Four women lay on the floor, warm bodies pressed together in a new comfort-zone, as each gazed into the heavens and silent with their own thoughts. Their hands continued to caress, though none of the girls knew whose body they touched. Their orgy left them breathless.

“So Eve, how was your fantasy turned reality?” Emma asked to break the silence.

“Great, and yours?” Eve responded, still watching for shooting stars.

“Fantastic.”

“What fantasy?” Serena asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Emma said. “Just a little secret you missed when swimming.”

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