I dialed my mom’s number, my heart pounding.
“Please leave a message after the tone,” greeted the voicemail.
“Hey, Mom,” I said. “I’m on the cruise now, and I just wanted to say that I’m safe. Okay, bye.”
I hung up. I never defied my parents like this. Well, not to this extreme. I wondered for a second if my mom ignored the call on purpose, but I dismissed it. She was a busy lady.
“At least you called,” said Lori. “No need for you to feel guilty anymore. Gosh, if I had a conscious like you- I’d be locked up at home, not doing anything fun.”
“Haha, very funny,” I said, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom.
I needed to shower and get clean. I felt guilty in other ways. Letting a man touch me for the first time was one of those.
I scrubbed my body with the white loofah, covering my body with bubbly soap. I was aching again between my legs as the loofah brushed over my skin. My skin was warm down there and sensitive to any touch. I was a horny mess right now. Grant had relieved some of it, but I could feel an emptiness that needed to be filled. Like a hollow feeling in my belly. I quickly rinsed all the soap off, trying to think of other things instead. He said he was an alpha and that I was naturally inclined to obey him. It seemed a little weird, but it had me once again turned on at the thought. It felt nice to have someone understand me, and I didn’t feel so alone in my struggle to figure out who I was. I was determined to find out more about what I was and where our people truly came from tomorrow after the wedding.
As I lay in bed that night, memories of Grant’s large fingers strumming my clit had me wriggling and turning several times. The room was dark, and Lori was snoring full throttle, her arms hanging out the edge of her bed.
My breathing quickened, and my finger slipped underneath my panties. I closed my eyes, trying to replicate what Grant did to me. I moved my finger in circles over my pussy folds, teasing myself. The arousal in my abdomen grew worse, and then I quickly stopped. I didn’t want to struggle with masturbation while my friend was in the room.
I closed my eyes, frustrated and aroused.
The next day was a dark and gloomy day for the wedding ceremony.
I sat in the back row with Lori, an empty seat to my right. We were out on the deck, rows of chairs lined up for the guests and a beautiful arch in front of us. Everything was decorated in blush pink and white. Little flamingos decorated the arch with white flowers. The chairs had large white silk bows tied in the back. Everyone was chattering and talking loudly as we waited for the ceremony to start.
Everything was beautiful except for the dark clouds above us. It looked like it was going to rain.
I noticed Grant standing on the corner of the deck in uniform, his eyes trained on me. And there was something else in his look. Like he was thinking of yesterday’s events in the bathroom.
My breathing quickened as I looked away, my face hot.
“Look, this guy messaged me,” said Lori excitedly, shoving her phone in my face. She was messaging some guy continuously all day, and I wondered who it was but knew she’d eventually tell me.
“He’s cute,” I said. His face was youthful and round, with an innocent expression on his face. “How old is he?”
“Ugh, you don’t want to know.”
“Go on,” I said.
“Fine, he’s nineteen.”
“He’s kind of young for you,” I said.
“Come on. I’m twenty-five,” she said. “But I think he’s the one this time. He’s so funny.”
“I’m excited for you,” I said. “But how about your poor captain?”
I looked over at the captain steering the wheel. He kept glancing over at Lori.
“He’ll survive,” she said, laughing and looking at the captain. When she saw him staring at her, I could see her cheeks visibly turning pink.
“Someone’s blushing,” I teased.
“May I sit here?” said a male voice next to me. I looked to my right seeing a guy with long black hair tied into a ponytail. He had dark eyes and wore black clothes with chains on his shirt.
He was medium-height but built of muscle.
“Sure,” I said, already starting to warm down there. My body was going haywire without the pills.Goodness. Was I doomed to get horny whenever some dude looked my way now? I straightened my emerald green dress over my knees. It was a low-cut dress that showed off my shoulders and cleavage. I even put on quite a bit of makeup while Grant was in my mind. I straightened my hair and shaved my entire body. I enjoyed dressing up today, and it made me feel amazing that Grant had noticed.