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Jerry would. But maybe lovemaking wasn't intended to be
fun. Maybe it was supposed to be the joining of two people, while also the
joining of two souls. Although she'd felt that with Jerry, it had still been
fun, and funny, and exciting, until their heightened senses turned to
passion...
She sighed,
pulled open a dresser drawer and tucked the briefs under her clothes. She
didn't want Val to see them and maybe want to give them to Jerry. The thought
of him prancing around for another woman was troubling. Everything was still
too new.
Two hours
later, Andrea slipped into her green and tan sundress and put on a pair of tan
stiletto heels she'd purchased, along with a matching handbag, from one of the
specialty shops on the ship. She'd had her hair styled at the ship's beauty
parlor—trimmed, feathered, and moussed. Her father would be pleased. Just as
he'd be pleased when he learned she and Jerry would be calling it quits.
As she stood in
front of the long mirror on the wardrobe, she tried to imagine Alessandro's
lips on the swells of her breasts created by the uplift foundation. But what
emerged in her mind's eye was Jerry's expression the first time he'd seen her
in the dress. She'd been standing in front of a mirror, much as she was now,
and Jerry came up behind her, curved his hands around her, his palms adding a
little more uplift, and kissed the hollow of her shoulder, and whispered in her
ear, "Baby, you're really turning me on now." The dress came off in
half the time it took her to put it on, and Jerry took
over from there...
But it wasn't
Jerry she intended to turn on tonight, she reminded herself, and somehow she'd
have to remember that. Taking one last look in the mirror, she pronounced
herself desirable in the eyes of
Alessandro and headed for the grand salon.
Jerry was
already there. When he saw her coming he walked up to her, clasped her by the
elbow to lead her out the room, and said in a curt, dry tone, "What the
hell are you trying to do?"
"If you
mean by wearing this dress... the girls said to wear something to please. This
dress used to please you enormously," she said. "You said it made you
horny."
"It did
once," Jerry said. "Now it makes you look like a middle-aged
hooker."
" At least I don't wax my chest! "
Andrea snapped. "Of course I don't know what you might have waxed below
your waist, but I can always ask Val if I get curious."
"That
coming from a woman who had liposuction done on her thighs is ironic,"
Jerry said, as he led her out the room.
Andrea looked
at Jerry with a start. She'd had it done over a month before in an effort to
feel good about herself again. But things had been so
bad lately the occasion to show off her legs had not come up. Other than the
episode in the shower, she hadn't shown Jerry anything in months. Fun-filled
sex was history. For the past two years it had been something just to get
through.
"How did
you know about that?" she asked. "Have you been following me around
and spying on where I go?"
"I pay the
bills on line, remember?" Jerry grumbled. "What's coming next? A
$10,000 face lift, maybe a pair of $15,000 silicone implants."
"Well,
no," Andrea said, "I'm satisfied with my face. And what I have
here," she said, covering her breasts with her hands, drawing his eyes
down, ''is enough to fill a man’s hands to overflowing, if you remember."
Seeing his jaws clench, she gave him a furtive smile, and added, "I'm
surprised you noticed my legs."
"How could
I not, with your shorts sucked halfway up your butt?" Jerry retorted.
"I was sitting
on the exercycle," Andrea said, in reference to her wearing shorts.
"You could not possibly have seen my butt!"
"The
moment you saw your Italian stud on deck you sprinted off the machine,"
Jerry said. "Your butt was definitely showing. But you knew it when you
wore skin-tight shorts that would show off your liposuctioned thighs to your
Italian lover."
Ignoring the
dig, Andrea gave Jerry a rueful smile, and said, "If I'm not
fun. Maybe it was supposed to be the joining of two people, while also the
joining of two souls. Although she'd felt that with Jerry, it had still been
fun, and funny, and exciting, until their heightened senses turned to
passion...
She sighed,
pulled open a dresser drawer and tucked the briefs under her clothes. She
didn't want Val to see them and maybe want to give them to Jerry. The thought
of him prancing around for another woman was troubling. Everything was still
too new.
Two hours
later, Andrea slipped into her green and tan sundress and put on a pair of tan
stiletto heels she'd purchased, along with a matching handbag, from one of the
specialty shops on the ship. She'd had her hair styled at the ship's beauty
parlor—trimmed, feathered, and moussed. Her father would be pleased. Just as
he'd be pleased when he learned she and Jerry would be calling it quits.
As she stood in
front of the long mirror on the wardrobe, she tried to imagine Alessandro's
lips on the swells of her breasts created by the uplift foundation. But what
emerged in her mind's eye was Jerry's expression the first time he'd seen her
in the dress. She'd been standing in front of a mirror, much as she was now,
and Jerry came up behind her, curved his hands around her, his palms adding a
little more uplift, and kissed the hollow of her shoulder, and whispered in her
ear, "Baby, you're really turning me on now." The dress came off in
half the time it took her to put it on, and Jerry took
over from there...
But it wasn't
Jerry she intended to turn on tonight, she reminded herself, and somehow she'd
have to remember that. Taking one last look in the mirror, she pronounced
herself desirable in the eyes of
Alessandro and headed for the grand salon.
Jerry was
already there. When he saw her coming he walked up to her, clasped her by the
elbow to lead her out the room, and said in a curt, dry tone, "What the
hell are you trying to do?"
"If you
mean by wearing this dress... the girls said to wear something to please. This
dress used to please you enormously," she said. "You said it made you
horny."
"It did
once," Jerry said. "Now it makes you look like a middle-aged
hooker."
" At least I don't wax my chest! "
Andrea snapped. "Of course I don't know what you might have waxed below
your waist, but I can always ask Val if I get curious."
"That
coming from a woman who had liposuction done on her thighs is ironic,"
Jerry said, as he led her out the room.
Andrea looked
at Jerry with a start. She'd had it done over a month before in an effort to
feel good about herself again. But things had been so
bad lately the occasion to show off her legs had not come up. Other than the
episode in the shower, she hadn't shown Jerry anything in months. Fun-filled
sex was history. For the past two years it had been something just to get
through.
"How did
you know about that?" she asked. "Have you been following me around
and spying on where I go?"
"I pay the
bills on line, remember?" Jerry grumbled. "What's coming next? A
$10,000 face lift, maybe a pair of $15,000 silicone implants."
"Well,
no," Andrea said, "I'm satisfied with my face. And what I have
here," she said, covering her breasts with her hands, drawing his eyes
down, ''is enough to fill a man’s hands to overflowing, if you remember."
Seeing his jaws clench, she gave him a furtive smile, and added, "I'm
surprised you noticed my legs."
"How could
I not, with your shorts sucked halfway up your butt?" Jerry retorted.
"I was sitting
on the exercycle," Andrea said, in reference to her wearing shorts.
"You could not possibly have seen my butt!"
"The
moment you saw your Italian stud on deck you sprinted off the machine,"
Jerry said. "Your butt was definitely showing. But you knew it when you
wore skin-tight shorts that would show off your liposuctioned thighs to your
Italian lover."
Ignoring the
dig, Andrea gave Jerry a rueful smile, and said, "If I'm not
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