Caribbean Cruising by Rachel Hawthorne
Authors: Rachel Hawthorne
Tags: Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, New Experience, Dating & Sex, Adolescence, Dating (Social Customs), Cruise Ships, Caribbean Area
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might feel obligated to do as Walter asked, and watch out for me. I so didn't want to be watched out for. I wanted to be wild and have some uninhibited fun.
"So do you have any plans for the day?" I asked.
Brooke smiled brightly. "I sure do. I plan to find some men to run their hands amok over my body. Want to join me?"
CHAPTER 8
I t was called a "Four Hands Muscle Melt."
And it was absolutely divine: the most wonderful massage that I'd ever had.
All right. It was the first massage that I'd ever had. I couldn't believe that I hadn't included it on my list of things to experience while on this cruise.
Brooke had suggested we head to the spa for a little spoiling. So now I was wondering how I was going to possibly get off the table when my body felt fluid. The room had been dimly lit. Enya had echoed softly around me. And two masseurs had worked in tandem to melt every muscle I possessed.
Hence the title. Four Hands Muscle Melt.
When they were finished, the masseurs had left so I could prepare to leave. It took me several minutes to gather enough energy to roll off the table. I put on my bathing suit and the thick, downy robe that the spa provided.
I padded out of the room and to the bubbling aqua spa. Brooke was already there. I truly didn't know if I could endure being any more relaxed.
But I was willing to give it a go.
I slipped off the robe, draped it over a nearby chair, walked down the steps into the warm waters, and floated over to where Brooke was already sitting.
"I may stay here forever," she said quietly.
"It's definitely heavenly."
"The best way to prepare for dancing all night. And the best way to get into the mood to seduce."
Seduce? I suppose if I wanted a guy, that's the way I needed to think.
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"I was thinking about getting my navel pierced," I admitted.
"Go for it. Guys like it."
"They do?"
"Oh, yeah. Get your tongue pierced while you're at it." She stuck hers out. I hadn't noticed before, but hers was definitely pierced. She had a little black stud in the center. "Guys love a pierced tongue."
"Didn't it hurt?"
"You bet. But it was worth it."
I was having a hard time thinking that it might be worth it. I'd seen a TV show where a guy got his tongue pierced. It looked seriously painful.
I shook my head. "Think I'll just do the navel."
"Whatever. We can probably find a place on St. Thomas to get it done. We'll get you a tattoo as well."
"I could maybe get a tattoo," I said hesitantly.
She angled her head slightly. "It should reveal the real Lindsay."
I thought of her dragon, and was so afraid she'd suggest a bunny rabbit for me. Something tame and lame.
"A butterfly, maybe," she said. "I sense that you're evolving."
"Wow! I'm impressed. This is definitely a summer of change for me."
She smiled as though very satisfied with herself.
The idea of getting a tattoo was intriguing. As long as it was little, and in no place too private where the tattoo artist got to see more of me than I wanted him to see. Maybe on my shoulder, or my hip, or—
"So what's up with Ryan?" she asked suddenly.
I snapped out of my thoughts about tattoos as if someone had just stuck a needle into me. "What do you mean?"
She turned in the water so she was facing me. "I mean you said he was the best man. Did you know him before the wedding?"
"No, I met him yesterday evening, right before the wedding."
"And you've already slept with him? You are a wild woman! My kinda girlfriend! We are so going to get along."
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thought of as being a little…wild?
After all, I had plans to be just that.
"Was he really good?" she asked.
Yeah, he'd let me sleep, hadn't pressured me into anything,
"So do you have any plans for the day?" I asked.
Brooke smiled brightly. "I sure do. I plan to find some men to run their hands amok over my body. Want to join me?"
CHAPTER 8
I t was called a "Four Hands Muscle Melt."
And it was absolutely divine: the most wonderful massage that I'd ever had.
All right. It was the first massage that I'd ever had. I couldn't believe that I hadn't included it on my list of things to experience while on this cruise.
Brooke had suggested we head to the spa for a little spoiling. So now I was wondering how I was going to possibly get off the table when my body felt fluid. The room had been dimly lit. Enya had echoed softly around me. And two masseurs had worked in tandem to melt every muscle I possessed.
Hence the title. Four Hands Muscle Melt.
When they were finished, the masseurs had left so I could prepare to leave. It took me several minutes to gather enough energy to roll off the table. I put on my bathing suit and the thick, downy robe that the spa provided.
I padded out of the room and to the bubbling aqua spa. Brooke was already there. I truly didn't know if I could endure being any more relaxed.
But I was willing to give it a go.
I slipped off the robe, draped it over a nearby chair, walked down the steps into the warm waters, and floated over to where Brooke was already sitting.
"I may stay here forever," she said quietly.
"It's definitely heavenly."
"The best way to prepare for dancing all night. And the best way to get into the mood to seduce."
Seduce? I suppose if I wanted a guy, that's the way I needed to think.
mhtml:file://C:\Program Files\eMule\Incoming\+ Hawthorne, Rachel - Caribbean Cruising....
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"I was thinking about getting my navel pierced," I admitted.
"Go for it. Guys like it."
"They do?"
"Oh, yeah. Get your tongue pierced while you're at it." She stuck hers out. I hadn't noticed before, but hers was definitely pierced. She had a little black stud in the center. "Guys love a pierced tongue."
"Didn't it hurt?"
"You bet. But it was worth it."
I was having a hard time thinking that it might be worth it. I'd seen a TV show where a guy got his tongue pierced. It looked seriously painful.
I shook my head. "Think I'll just do the navel."
"Whatever. We can probably find a place on St. Thomas to get it done. We'll get you a tattoo as well."
"I could maybe get a tattoo," I said hesitantly.
She angled her head slightly. "It should reveal the real Lindsay."
I thought of her dragon, and was so afraid she'd suggest a bunny rabbit for me. Something tame and lame.
"A butterfly, maybe," she said. "I sense that you're evolving."
"Wow! I'm impressed. This is definitely a summer of change for me."
She smiled as though very satisfied with herself.
The idea of getting a tattoo was intriguing. As long as it was little, and in no place too private where the tattoo artist got to see more of me than I wanted him to see. Maybe on my shoulder, or my hip, or—
"So what's up with Ryan?" she asked suddenly.
I snapped out of my thoughts about tattoos as if someone had just stuck a needle into me. "What do you mean?"
She turned in the water so she was facing me. "I mean you said he was the best man. Did you know him before the wedding?"
"No, I met him yesterday evening, right before the wedding."
"And you've already slept with him? You are a wild woman! My kinda girlfriend! We are so going to get along."
I knew that I really should have confessed that all I'd done was sleep, but what would it hurt to be mhtml:file://C:\Program Files\eMule\Incoming\+ Hawthorne, Rachel - Caribbean Cruising....
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thought of as being a little…wild?
After all, I had plans to be just that.
"Was he really good?" she asked.
Yeah, he'd let me sleep, hadn't pressured me into anything,
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