The Love Boat

I’ve been attempting to challenge myself with “NEW” over the last few months… trying to constantly expand my comfort zone and continue to have “first time” experiences in my life.

Sometimes my “first time” isn’t so much a, “Wow, I really can’t believe I’m doing this…” and rather more of a “Wow, I really can’t believe I’m doing this… with you…”

I decided bit ago to do my NEW, to go to an island that I hadn’t been to before, and ride on a boat in the ocean for the first time. (I have always been nervous about getting sea-sick).

I went to the island with one of my girlfriends… The boat that we took has a private room (available for a small fee) on a first come, first serve basis. We were unable to reserve it on the way to the island, however we were able to snag it for our return trip home.

The morning started off with mimosas during brunch on the dock… on the boat we had beer and Bloody Mary’s… once on the island we had the very important (self-designated) sight seeing duty of the interior of many bars along the main strip.

Needless to say we were feeling G-U-D good by the time we had our special boarding privileges to the “Captain’s Lounge” and our champagne was served to us by cute stewards, home for the summer from college.

Now we all know how I can be when a bit on the intoxicated side. I love everyone. And by love, I mean I want to be a make-out bandit… I don’t discriminate.

I am an equal-opportunity saliva swapper. Race, age, religion, sex and sexual orientation are not factors that would cause me to shun a tongue when feeling in the mood…

In addition to being open to the possibility of a good make-out session, I flirt with the subtly of a freight train. This would include said girlfriend I was on the trip with. She and I have always flirted as I playfully do with many of my girlfriends.

The stewards showed us where the extra champagne was located and left our room. There we were… two uber drunk chicks whose conversation quickly turned into, “you would totally be too nervous to kiss me”. (She and I turn everything into some sort of challenge to one another).

I won this one as I leaned across the couch we were sitting on and kissed her. She kissed me back. The two of us alone in our “Captain Lounge” began one of the best make-out sessions ever. Low cut tops proved to be easier access as we went right past that, “wonder if she’ll actually kiss me stage” to the “she sucks that ever-so-well”.

The Captain’s Lounge, as private as it seemed to us, had two big drawbacks causing it to not be private… doors. One led to the actual Captain steering the boat, the other to the public portion of the boat. The stewards would pass through from time to time. We would hear them coming, regroup ourselves (read: put the girls away) and sit there laughing and trying to think of something to do to not look so guilty.

This worked every time, except for when it didn’t. One of the stewards walked in as we mauled one another. We quickly broke apart, started laughing, regrouped and moved to separate couches… for our own safety… from ourselves…

In the following minutes I saw more ship personnel go through our room then I had even noticed were on the boat when we pre-boarded. College boys slowly walked through our space with goofy-wide-tooth-grins.

I opened the second bottle of champagne, poured some glasses and she and I playfully proceeded to blame each other for causing it to get so out of hand… (BTW- It was totally her… after all I’m not the one who pulled down the front of my pants and gave me a little lick…)

The boat docked and several of the stewards came to us asking us to come back very soon… wonder why?

After our departure she pointed out that there had been several cameras in our room. Genius. At least the tickets were reserved in her name, so I don’t need to do a daily Google check to make sure that OCG Gone Wild isn’t all over the net.

Something new indeed…