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Subject: {ASSM} The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - Chapter 10 (MF, FF, Slow, Romantic Mystery)
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Author's Note:

All,

The 2006 Golden Clitorides are open for nominations until January 17,
2007. I urge everyone to go nominate the stories and authors they like.
If that happens to include me, I would be thrilled.

My links, if you need them, are:

The Lady in Blue: http://storiesonline.net/story/46048
Finding Elvis: http://storiesonline.net/story/47292
Playing Doctor: http://storiesonline.net/story/48677
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end of the year.

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Thanks all,

Wine

Hawk and Gretchen are finally going to take the cruise they've been
waiting almost a year to take. Join them as they rejoin Ted and Lisa,
as well as make new friends to form a spider's web of passionate heat.
And, of course, Death wants to join the party.

This has a real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than
just a wanker.

Read this story on several sites and vote on each for me. Voting for my
stories encourages me to write more. Remember to vote for each chapter
on Literotica and on the last chapter on Storiesonline.

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The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

(c) 2006 by Wine Maker. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter Ten: Catching Our Breath

Gretchen

Everyone was subdued when we closed the suite door behind us. I took
charge and went straight to the bar. The clock said it was almost four
PM and that meant the sun was over the yardarm.

"Drinks are on the house, people," I said, "name your poison."

Once everyone was served, I took a seat beside Trish. "I'm not going to
sit here all evening thinking or talking about what happened today.
There'll be time enough to do that in the morning. Hawk'll get to the
bottom of this and we'll help her."

That brought nods from everyone. We sat and drank quietly for a while,
rising to refresh our drinks as we needed to. After a few libations I
was feeling much better, though I was worried about Hawk. She didn't
need to spend so much time on her feet. I wished she'd let me stay with
her.

Lisa looked over at Sandy with a smile. "I heard that you didn't let
new surroundings stop you from indulging last night. You sounded like
you were having a good time."

Sandy grinned back and raised her glass slightly. "I sure did. Keven is
a very considerate lover."

I laughed. "Was she loud? I can't believe I slept through it all." I
turned to Trish. "Did you sleep through it out here on the couch?"

Trish was blushing brightly. She shook her head and smiled. "No. I,
ah..."

I raised my eyebrow and waited for her to continue.

"Can we talk about it in the bedroom?" She finally asked with a shy
glance at everyone else.

I nodded and rose to my feet. "We'll be back in a little bit."

Jo waved her hand nonchalantly. "No problem. We'll come up with
something interesting to occupy our time. We can't let this gloomy
atmosphere get us down."

Trish preceded me into the bedroom and I closed the door behind us. She
sat on the edge of the bed and I sat down beside her. I waited for her
to speak when she was ready.

"It was me," she said softly, her expression uncertain.

A light went on in my head. "You mean making the noise?"

She nodded.

I took her hands in mine and shook my head. "I thought you were going
to give me some warning. Didn't we talk about that?"

"I know I was supposed to tell you first, but you were right. When the
time came I got into the moment and stopped thinking," she admitted.
"Thank God they had condoms."

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders philosophically. "Well, at least now
you understand what I meant about 'being in the moment'. Did you
have as good a time as Lisa thinks?"

Trish smiled. "I think I had a better time than she thinks. Once it
stopped hurting, that is."

I pulled her into a hug. "Oh, Sweetheart!"

Trish held me close and trembled a little bit. "It didn't last long and
I won't have to worry about it again. I was a lot more worried about it
than I needed to be. They were both amazing. He was so sensitive. It
really helped." She looked at me with a palpable uncertainty. "What do
we do now?"

I pulled back so I could look at her. "Now we take it one step at a
time. Let's start off with you telling me what happened and how you
feel about it."

Trish nodded. "I was having a bad dream. You were falling off the ship
and I couldn't save you." Her eyes filled with tears.

My heart melted and I pulled her back into my arms and held her while
she cried softly. "It's okay," I whispered in her ear, softly patting
her back. "You saved me. If you hadn't dove into the rail I'd have
fallen into the ocean." I felt a bolt of fear myself and had a
momentary flashback. In a second I felt like I'd just gone through that
terrible ordeal all over again. My bruises seemed to throb in time with
my heart and I shuddered while my subconscious reminded me of how it
could've ended.

Trish must have felt me trembling. Somehow even though we didn't move,
she was now the comforter. I buried my face in her hair and cried. I
thought I'd cried myself out last night with Hawk. I guess not. I
expected her to say something but she just held me and rocked me
gently.

Her hair smelled like strawberries. I blinked at the unexpected
thought. Involuntarily, I drew in a deep lung full of her scent. Her
skin smelled of soap and woman. Hawk had been my only foray with a
woman and I'd never been attracted to any other - until I'd met Trish.
When I'd told Trish that we'd very likely be having sex during her
training, I'd had to admit - at least to myself - that I was looking
forward to it. I wanted her.

I pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Hawk and I talked about you
last night."

Trish swallowed and gently cleared her throat in surprise. "What did
she say?"

"She told me that she understood we'd be together - for training and
maybe other times," I said calmly. "I expected her to have reservations
and restrictions but she didn't. After you saved my life, she said they
were gone. She did ask me to promise that if it started coming between
her and me it had to stop. I can work with that, can you?"

Trish's eyes twinkled and she nodded. "I found out last night that I
liked women more than I expected, but I like men better. I'd never come
between you and Hawk. Or anyone else for that matter. When I find the
right man, he'll be unmarried."

"It's not easy but you need to remember not to be looking for that in
the men you work for," I said quietly. "Let yourself get used to this
first, and then we'll talk about it again."

I shook my head and grinned. "So, you and Sandy made love last night,"
I said, putting my hand on her leg. "Tell me about it. What did you
like or dislike? What surprised you? Did you come?"

Trish blushed but didn't look away from me. "I was nervous. I was
having a bad dream and Sandy asked me to sleep with them. I didn't
want to be alone so I did. Later, I woke up to them both playing with
my tits. Sandy told me they wanted to make love to me and asked me if I
wanted to. Gretchen, she was so wonderful. She talked me through
everything and guided Keven. I mean, being with her felt good but not
like when I was with Keven. Oh, God, the man is amazing."

I laughed. "Guys can do that you. Hawk's taught me that a woman can,
too. It's not the motions, it's the emotions. If you don't feel like
sleeping alone, my bed is always open to you. Just slip in with Hawk
and me."

Trish smiled gratefully.

"Tonight," I continued, "I think you should make moves of your
own after dinner. I'd like to see you take the lead - be the
aggressor."

She nodded without the embarrassment I was expecting. "I can do that. I
have to admit that now I've had a taste of sex, I want more. Will Hawk
be with us?"

"I think so," I said. "It depends on what's going on in the
investigation and how she's feeling. You've never seen her 'on the
job' before today. She is so focused that eating and sleeping take
second place to the mystery. I certainly want her there. Are you okay
with a group scene?"

"You mean you, me, Keven and Sandy? With possibly Hawk?"

I shook my head. "No, I mean with Ted, Lisa, Jo and Earl there, too.
I'm talking about all nine of us in a room-shaking orgy. This may be
the one time where Hawk and I do this and I don't intend to miss out.
If that makes you feel uncomfortable, though, don't do anything you
don't want to do."

"I don't know," she said uncertainly. "I'll have to think about it and
take it one step at a time. Let's just start and see what happens? I
know that if you're watching over me I don't have anything to worry
about."

The bright trust in her eyes melted my heart. I pulled her back into a
hug. "That means so much to me."

There was a knock at the door and Lisa opened it. "We've decided to
split up into couples and scatter out to do whatever strikes our
fancy." She smiled at our embracing on the bed. "I suspect you two can
entertain yourselves for a while."

"I'd call you a perv but I was more than half-thinking something along
those lines," I laughed. "Actually, I think I'll see if Trish will join
me in doing a walkabout, too. Getting frisky can wait until after
dinner. I'd like to see about getting to know everyone more closely
this evening. Are you up to it?"

Lisa's eyes widened. "All of us? You mean an orgy? I've never had more
than a threesome."

Trish stood up and walked over to Lisa. "I slept with Keven and Sandy
last night. Sandy showed me how to be with another woman, but you were
the first to touch me. I want you, Lisa. I'm nervous about all of us
together, but if you and Gretchen are there..."

Lisa laughed and hugged the younger woman. "Of course I'll be there for
you. Ted and I have been planning to get together with Hawk and
Gretchen. What's adding four more people for fun? Why don't we ask
the peanut gallery?" She turned and stuck her head back into the living
room. "Hey, they want to schedule an orgy for after dinner. Is that a
good time for everyone?"

Everyone burst into laughter. "I'm serious," Lisa said mock-crossly.
"I'm game, if Ted is. How about the rest of you?"

Earl cut everyone else off. "Hell, yes!"

Jo laughed and swatted her husband. "Yes," she said.

"I'll be right behind you, baby," Ted told Lisa.

"I bet you will, you perv," I shouted back as I stood up. "Will you be
a good boy and get behind the rest of us girls, too?"

They were just standing up when we came out of the bedroom. Ted came
over, pulled me into his arms, and gave me a kiss that steamed up the
inside of my eyeballs. It had been almost a year since I'd been with a
man and I felt my libido revving. It took a real effort of will to pull
back and not start tearing his clothes off right then and there.

"Does that seem willing enough?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," I said huskily. A glance at Lisa showed her smiling at us.
"That reminds me, Hawk and I want to talk with the two of you about
something - just a heads up; I want to get the same treatment Hawk got.
I want to have a baby."

Ted smiled and didn't even seem surprised. "Hawk beat you to the punch.
She talked with us before the cruise and said that you wanted to talk
about it. Lisa and I hashed it out. So long as we get to be a part of
the baby's life, then we're okay with helping you out. Besides," he
said with a wink, "you might get jealous when Lisa starts showing."

A huge grin broke out on my face and I squealed as I grabbed Lisa up
and hugged her. "You're pregnant? Ohmigod! I'm so happy for you!"

She kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you." Then she gave Ted a look that
boded ill for him. "We were going to wait till the end of the cruise to
tell you both."

I kissed her back on the lips. Her eyes locked onto mine and she parted
her lips, inviting my tongue to come play. We kissed deeply for a
minute and only stopped when Ted broke us up.

"That's for after dinner, girls. Why doesn't everyone that feels like
kissing someone else get that out of their system now? Then we can let
our imaginations run wild until later."

That sounded more than a bit like teasing but I was game. I pulled
Trish into the center of the room and kissed her as deeply as I'd
kissed Lisa. Once again her scent aroused me. I wanted her and was
startled to feel her breasts under my hands. I didn't even remember
moving my hands. Trish broke away with a laugh.

"That was hot! You kiss totally different than Sandy. But you're being
a naughty girl! No feeling me up!" she said, her eyes twinkling. They
were still twinkling when Ted and Lisa finished kissing the Bellers.
Trish took a turn in Earl's arms and then Jo's.

Jo's body was sending mixed signals. She was self-conscious but still
getting into the kiss. Tonight was probably going to be an eye-opening
experience for her if she let her infant bisexual side hang out.

Earl picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed.
He was so strong! I wondered if he could fuck me like this.

Jo peeled me off her husband. "Down, girl. Save some for me."

"You want it hot?" I asked with a sly grin. Then I pulled her into the
same position her husband had held me. The light oriental woman was
easy to hold up and I let my mouth ravish hers while my hands roamed
her tight ass. Jo groaned into my mouth and sucked on my tongue like it
was a cock. She ground her pussy against my belly in need.

Ted and Earl pulled her off me before I managed to tear her blouse
open, and held us apart - panting.

"That's it," Ted said firmly. "If we stay here one more minute, the
orgy will start without Hawk, so let's get out of here now."

With an anguished groan of need, I let the laughing Trish pull me out
of the suite. "Come on. Let's go find something to do until dinner."

I was starving right now and not just for food. With a sigh I gave in
and all of us scattered down the hall.

-----

With uncharacteristic assertiveness, Trish almost dragged me to the
Promenade deck. "I have an idea for another outfit. Let's go see if the
dress lady can put something together for me."

I smiled indulgently and let her pull me along. "What kind of outfit?"

She gave me a grin over her shoulder, almost mowing over a woman
dragging her kids in the opposite direction during her momentary
distraction. "I want to surprise you but I think you'll like it."

I shook my head and laughed. "That's fine. Surprise me."

The clothes store was more crowded than the last time we'd been there
but someone still touched base with us quickly. Trish whispered in the
woman's ear rapidly.

The woman's eyes widened and she laughed. "I know exactly what you're
looking for and while we don't specifically stock that, I think I have
some separates that will create the desired effect." She looked around
at all the people. "It may be a bit before I can find everything. I'll
need your measurements."

Trish nodded. "That's fine. I need to go get my hair and nails done
anyway. You have my measurements on file already under Trish Walton."

The woman nodded. "By the time you get back I should have something for
you to try on."

"Now you really have my curiosity stirred up," I said as we walked out
and back towards the hair beauty parlor. "Do I at least get a hint?"

Trish grinned again and shook her head. "You'll have to wait and see."

I nodded approvingly at her standing firm. That was a welcome
improvement.

The beauty shop was busy, too. Trish signed up on the waiting list for
a rinse and hair styling, and then wrangled a seat at the nail tables
to get a manicure and pedicure.

Trish spent the next hour getting her nails painted a deep red, and
having her hair worked on. When she came out of the back the change
she'd decided on was striking. She'd had her shoulder-length blonde
hair braided into two lengths that swung across her back as she walked.


"What do you think?" she asked as she modeled for me.

I walked around her and looked at her hair while trying to suppress the
visual of a man using her braids to ride her from behind. "It looks
good, though more men like loose hair." I smiled and whispered, "I call
braids like that 'fuck me' hair."

She blushed and smiled back at me. "Then it'll look good with my new
outfit."

I smiled back and followed her back to the clothes shop. The crowd had
thinned out some. Our saleswoman spotted us and waved Trish into the
dressing rooms. While I waited for her to try on her clothes, I looked
at the belts.

When Trish came skipping out of the dressing room, my jaw dropped in
shock. She was wearing a tight button-up, short-sleeved white blouse
and a pleated, mid-thigh length dark blue plaid skirt. Her long legs,
encased in white, knee-length stockings, vanished into patent leather
black buckle shoes. It took me a moment to notice that she'd added some
makeup. Her cheeks were reddened slightly and eyeliner brought her
bright green eyes more sharply into focus.

She skipped right up to me and assumed a bright-eyed pose. The skirt
swirled around her thighs and I thought her well-endowed chest might
pop a button on her blouse. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Werner! Do you like
my new outfit?" she asked in a perky, innocent voice.

"Ohmigod!" I said with a smile. "A Catholic Schoolgirl?  You're going
to drive the men crazy. I think you look wonderful! Where did this idea
come from?" I walked around her as I spoke, having to sternly tell my
hands to keep off her in public. I know the schoolgirl fantasy was a
male one, but she looked very hot.

"I caught part of an episode of NCIS where the crime lab lady dressed
up like this," she admitted. "Do you really think they'll like it?"

I laughed throatily. "Honey, trust me. They'll have instant hard-ons.
You're not only pushing their buttons, you're locking the switch in the
'on' position."

The saleswoman came up with Trish's other clothes in a bag. The smile
she gave Trish told me she knew exactly what was going to happen to
Trish tonight. Amused, I smiled back at her - she had no idea. She
probably thought Trish was going to surprise her boyfriend. I knew she
was going to have Keven, Ted, and Earl circling her like sharks. It
remained to be seen how Hawk reacted. She was always such a wild-card.
I suspected the ladies would like it, but not in the same - almost
instinctual - way the men would.

"We don't want to spoil your surprise, so go change back into your
regular clothes like a good little girl," I said with a smirk.

Trish tugged at her lower lip with one finger and twisted her feet on
the floor. "If I don't wanna, will I get a spankin'?"

"You're so bad!" I said with a swat on her arm and a grin. "Spanking is
only a punishment if you don't like it!"

The woman rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Too much information. If
you'll sign this receipt, I'll let you get on with your evil plans."

"Our plans aren't evil," I insisted as I signed. "We only use
our powers for good!"

She chuckled and walked off to help the other customers.

"Do I deserve a spanking?" Trish whispered silkily in my ear. A wave of
desire made my nipples stiffen and shot a bolt of heat into my belly.

"You most certainly do!" I asserted, taking her by the arm. I walked
her sternly back toward the dressing room. "And when I tell Hawk how
bad a girl you've been, I feel certain she'll take you across her knees
and paddle you."

A sly smile stole across her face. "Ooooooo... Promise?"

I laughed and pushed her toward the dressing room. "You've been around
Hawk too long. Get in there and change before you drive all the men
crazy."

Trish giggled as she ducked into the dressing room. In a couple of
minutes she came out with her new clothes in a bag. The saleswoman
double-checked the contents of the bag and promptly set us loose.

-----

We walked up the Promenade and window shopped for the next hour. Trish
chattered brightly about everything we looked at. I didn't even try to
suppress my smile at the happiness that poured out of her.

I was so busy looking at a necklace in the window of the jewelry store
that I missed the moment she fell silent. When I did notice and turned
to look at her, she was staring into the crowd behind me. No one caught
my eye in the flow of people.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I think that's the man that pulled you back onto the ship," she
said quietly. "Over there by the ice cream parlor."

I looked more closely at the people around the creamery. My memory of
the man pulling me up was distorted by the terror and pain I'd been in.
I wasn't sure if I'd know him when I saw him.

It wasn't as difficult as I'd thought. I spotted him at once. It was
the man that had walked past the lounge where Trish and I had been
cuddling. His eyes locked with mine as he sat at the table and I
realized, abruptly, that he'd been sitting there watching us.

His lips tightened in a small smile and I almost felt him nod rather
than seeing it. Then he stood up from the table he'd been sitting at
and stepped out into the Promenade.

I tried to get to him before I lost sight of him but he disappeared
into the flow of people. I ducked in after him, but fighting the crowd
was like fighting a mindless beast. For every two steps forward, I'd be
forced to take one to the side. In seconds I lost sight of him and
cursed under my breath.

Trish was right behind me when I stopped. "I think he left something
at the table," she said. When I looked back over at the table he'd
been sitting at, I saw that a CD case was sitting on the table.

I cut off the busboy cleaning the tables and snatched it up. It was a
plain CD case with an unlabeled disk inside. Also inside was a folded
piece of paper. I pulled it out and read the terse note.

This might help you find out who tried to hurt you. I wish I could do
more but if they find out I took this to give to you I'll be toast. The
video is crappy and it's dark but it shows at least the shape of the
guy that hit you. I'd try to do more but I'm already in hot water for
getting involved at all.

		Signed
		A Friend

I put the note back into the case and slipped it all into my purse.
Then I motioned for Trish to follow me.

"Come on," I said. "We need to get this into Hawk's hands and
then it's time to get dinner ordered."

Trish frowned at me. "But this is more important than dinner and
stuff. We should focus on this."

I shook my head. "I refuse to let this dominate my life. Dinner and
stuff is what I want to think about tonight. I need to have those
bright thoughts now."

Trish nodded and somehow managed to look both eager and apprehensive as
we started back toward the suite.

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