She could be right. Her cousin looked like the definition of a bridezilla.
As we reached the front, one of the security guys looked up, tipping his hat up.
When I saw who it was, I froze.
It was freaking Grant. Out of allfreakingpeople.
I turned around, ready to run away, but Lori pulled my arm.
“What are you doing?” she hissed at me.
I noticed the line behind us. They were looking annoyed. Shit, I didn’t have a choice. Either go back to my parents or go on a cruise with some hot guy I met at a gas station.
I took a deep breath and turned back to face Grant, the security officer.
“We need to pat you down for any weapons,” he said in his gravelly voice. I almost forgot what his voice did to me. It disarmed me completely as I stood there waiting for his touch. I stood with my arms out to the side. Grant waved over the other security guard to take care of Lori, and then he stood in front of me. He wore a white uniform with a medallion on the front. He had on white gloves to match his sailor's hat.
When his hands made contact with my arms, my skin heated despite the cold. Immediately upon contact, my skin warmed under his touch. He rubbed my arms and slowly went down my sides. Deliberately taking his time in my bra area. My breathing intensified as his hands rested against my hips for a moment, then he released me.
“You’re good,” he said softly, looking at me with hooded eyes.
Flushed, I quickly walked onto the deck, my suitcase flopping behind me as I dragged it. Kids and families congregated on the large deck as workers directed them where to go. I leaned against the railing, waiting for Lori. I watched as the security guard checked her bag. Looking around the ship, I grew a little excited. Maybe this trip would be fun, especially with Grant on board.
“That was interesting,” said Lori. “Two hot as fuck security guys. We’re gonna have fun.”
For some reason, her comment didn’t sit well with me, and a stab of jealousy went through me. I bit my lip at how ridiculous I was being.
“Let’s figure out where our rooms are,” I said finally.
I unpacked my suitcase on my queen-size bed. I was sharing a room with Lori. She was already sprawled out on her bed.
“I’m starving,” she said, holding her stomach.
“You just ate cereal,” I said, my mind distracted as I thought about Grant’s hands patting me down.
“Well, it’s lunchtime,” she said, sitting up. She ended up wearing a purple crop top with purple leggings to the trip. She hated dressing up, which I knew since we were friends back in elementary. I tried to convince her to dress a little fancier, but she said she’d only do that on the actual wedding day, which was tomorrow.
“I don’t want to go upstairs right now,” I said, my stomach growling. I hadn’t had any breakfast since I was nervous about leaving my family for so long. Truth was, I was a bit nervous to be around Grant right now.
It was better hiding away here. I sat on the bed, feeling slightly dizzy and an incessant throbbing between my legs. I rubbed my warm forehead, hoping I wasn’t getting sick.
“Why not?”
“I’m just not feeling so good right now.”
“Alright, I’ll see you when you decide to come up.”
I nodded, closing my eyes.
“My cousin put us all the way in the back,” huffed Lori, looking around the room. “Typical. It’s like I don’t matter or something.”
At least we were here, I wanted to say. But I didn’t want to piss her off or act like I was on her cousin’s side. When Lori was hungry, there was no stopping her anger.
The door closed behind her. I finished unpacking and sat on the bed, clutching my abdomen. I felt minor cramps down there, but nothing too major. Twinges of arousal kept going through me, and my privates were clenching.
That’s it. I had to take care of this once and for all.
I walked into the tiny bathroom in our room and closed the door behind me. I had never masturbated before, so I was scared of what to expect. I’ve watched porn before out of curiosity but never needed any release until now. The pills really messed with me. Suppressing me my entire life.