Page 55 of Sailor's Delight

“Are you busy tomorrow?” he heard Jenn ask, a smile in her voice.

Trey heard a kiss break off, then Chloe said, “We can beverybusy tomorrow.”

“It’s a date,” Jenn said. She relaxed her legs, and Trey pulled back just in time to see Jenn reach out, pull Chloe to her, and plant another deep, hungry kiss on her mouth.

The bulge in Trey’s pants gave one last little heave and gave up, easing his discomfort slightly.

Trey pulled the door to the Moonlight Lounge closed, the latch locking behind them with an audible click, silencing the groans and noises coming from Desire and Chloe, back at it on the dinner booth table.

Jenn didn’t say anything as she adjusted her dress and gave her gloves one more tug, stopping in front of the elevator doors.

Trey pushed the call button and watched Jenn out of the corner of his eye, waiting for her to speak first.

They waited in silence for a few moments, then Jenn said quietly, “Well,thatwas unexpected!”

Trey smiled as the elevator dinged. “So, you were definitely surprised… what did you think?”

Jenn entered the elevator and stared absently at the doors as they closed, one gloved hand brushing lightly at her lips. Finally, she said, “do I taste like that?”

Trey laughed. “Like what? I, uh… didn’t taste Chloe.”

Jenn’s eyes narrowed as she thought. “Slightly like tomatoes?” She asked, an awkward smile on her lips now.

Trey laughed. “Yes. I’ve always thought you tasted a bit like tomatoes.”

“Huh. Good thing you like tomatoes,” Jenn said seriously.

“And you?” Trey asked. “Do you like tomatoes?”

Jenn paused again as the elevators stopped and several passengers got on. “You know, tomatoes are growing on me. I think I could learn to really like tomatoes.”

Trey smiled as the other passengers all stared up at the deck indicator light, completely unaware of what was being discussed behind them.

“You seemed to really enjoy your tomatoes,” Jenn said with a smile, leaning into the game they found themselves playing.

“Oh, I always enjoy your tomatoes,” Trey said, taking the game a step further. One man glanced back at them quizzically.

“Yeah, the tomatoes I had were pretty good, too,” Jenn said seriously. “But, you know, I really felt like there was something missing that would have rounded out the flavor a little bit.”

“Oh?” Trey pressed, genuinely unsure where this was headed. “What’s that?”

“Some meat.”

Trey sucked both lips to keep from smiling too large and giving away the game. “Oh, yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah! I really enjoyed the tomatoes, but I just kept finding myself wanting some meat to round the whole thing out. Some ground beef.”

Trey had to look at the floor.

“Or some rump roast,” Jenn continued.

Trey had to plug his nose and cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

“God, I would have killed for some sausage!” With that, Jenn reached out with her gloved hand and clasped Trey’s penis through his pants. Trey snorted. Several passengers turned to look back at them now, some smiling slightly, others frowning.

“Well, then, next time, let’s get you some sausage with your tomatoes,” Trey said.

Jenn stared up at the deck indicator, her face miraculously deadpan. “Oh, hell no. I need some sausage tonight. Right now, in fact.” She reached out and pressed the button for Deck 12. There were a few chuckles as passengers in the know realized there were no restaurants on Deck 12.