Crossing the Rubicon

Author's note:

Don't try this at home folks. It's 100% make believe and any resemblance to anyone or anything is coincidental.

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I grew up with four older sisters and was the runt in our family. My siblings were all five foot eleven or above, by age 17. They were all state and national junior volley ballers, in between being valedictorians and part time models. I was a shunned dweeb. My dad always wanted a son he could do manly things with, he was from Norway and looked like a modern day Viking, standing over six feet eight inches tall and a pick axe handle across the chest, and he got pint sized me...and hated me for being so tiny. My mom was a teen beauty pageant winner in Denmark and then fashion consultant before meeting him. One day just after my final high school exams, I got busted by one of my sister's, dressed in an old bikini of hers, jacking off into a pair of her underwear. Fucked up right?

I got given a fistful of money and got kicked out of home. That was eight months ago. Since then, I'd fallen for a girl at the College I'd attended last semester, only to find out she was psycho and using me as a 'revenge project', been outed as a cross dresser in a small town I'd ended up in, and continually moved westward, trying to find myself and some happiness. That's when I met Sam, left Sam, joined a megayacht crew and had Sam reappear and demands a night of hot sex in my room.

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I was running on fumes when I finally made back on board and by the looks I got from some of the crew, I knew that Pepper, or Wayne, or both, had discussed with the crew my unexpected night with Sam.

That night I extricated her stained thong from my clutch purse. It stank of sex. Clutching it, I made my way to the bathroom facilities down the hall and got a scalding hot shower going. I hand washed the underwear and then got myself in under the water and pulled the small piece of fabric up my legs and over my raging hard on.

Just 24 hours ago, this had been pulled aside from Sam's glorious pussy whilst she sank down on my cock. I'd pumped load after load into her and so much of it had ended up in this fabric. The feel of the fabric on my skin, the burn of the water, the image of that woman and the memory of the feeling I had in my dick as it slid into her had me on edge in seconds. I took a hand, soaped it and ran it over the front of my thong covered erection and tremored with delight. The other hand was added and in moments I was cumming, flooding it with my semen, requiring it to be washed again.

It wasn't until 24 hours later that Wayne cornered me in the crew mess and asked me about the rest of my night, starting off with a "Good morning, legend!" greeting. Pepper, overhearing this, laughed and was quick to come over and join in on the debrief.

"So let me get this clear in my head," he said after I had done my initial explaining. "This girl, who you'd only known for a week or so, months ago, leaves you in Utah and then somehow appears here in the Islands. She demands a night of 'no talking' sex in your room, which you oblige her with, and then ghosts you in the morning."

I took a sip of my coffee and smiled into the cip. "Yep, that's about the extent of it."

He looked at Pepper. "We walk along side pint sized demi-Gods without knowing it, Pepper!"

"I don't even know her surname, or her number."

He looked at me, then at Pepper and then back at me. "God damn Erin. She's either a bunny boiler or your evermore. You realize that, don't you."

"Evermore?"

"Your soul mate. The story of you two is the kind of 'That's how I met my wife' kind of story."

"I hadn't quite thought of her, or us, in those terms."

He looked at me, then at Pepper. "And even the demi-Gods can sometimes be quaint." He said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"So, are you going to try and find her?" Pepper asked me. "She's got to be here in Honolulu somewhere."

I took another sip of my beverage.

"I mean we fit together so naturally and perfectly..." blushing as soon as I said those words, "and I wanted her to come with me when I left Colorado, but she had some stuff going on in her life that she needed to deal with."

"Ohhh, spicy stuff?" Pepper asked, leaning in, obviously hoping for some juicy story.

I shook my head. "Her parent's divorce for one. She found out her father was cheating on her mom. She needed to sort things out. I think there was also an old love she'd never quite given up on. So, I don't know. Maybe I was the right person at the wrong time. I just don't know. I hadn't really got to know her beyond the sex."

"But it was great right?" Pepper asked. I could see the wheels spinning in her head, possibly comparing herself in bed with Sam, and I knew there was a wrong answer to that question, so I just let it go.

"Any 'we' was just overshadowed by the issue with her parents. It sounds like her dad was a moron and they both were controlling." I added.

You could see them both deflate a little at the mundane sadness of the idea that this girl, who exuded main character energy, was also dealing with the shit that life can throw at anyone and everyone.

I couldn't help myself, I was enjoying my time in the limelight, so I took another sip of coffee and added that Sam found out about the affair her dad was having as she left my hotel room one morning, only to have her father leave the room next door at the same time with a woman who was not his wife, and a lot younger.

They both got caught up in this tasty addition to the story.

"So, he was really in the room next door?"

I nodded and explained how we had heard the goings through the wall during the night, and they knew we had heard, and made a bit of noise ourselves, knowing they could hear us, not knowing the weird father daughter connection in play.

"How awkward was it the next morning?"

"Oh, it was 12 out of 10. All the more so as her dad was trying to ignore and suppress the fact that his daughter was same sex attracted."

Pepper, knowing I'm actually endowed with a penis, shot me a split second 'questioning' look, but I didn't react.

Wayne didn't pick up on it, and just laughed.

"So anyway," I said, seeing Nina come over in our direction, "What did you say to the crew?"

"Nothing," Pepper said, feigning innocence.

"Nothing?" said Nina incredulously, "Pepper told me that some 9 out of 10 hottie came out of nowhere and begged you to take her to your room for a night of hot meaningless sex."

I took another sip of coffee and just nodded slowly. "Yep, that's pretty much what happened."

'No way!" said Nina.

"Way!" I replied.

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We eventually left Honolulu and made our way back to the West Coast, hitting my first real storm since joining the crew in the process. It was a scary experience, with blue water across the bow and some big holes in the ocean, but Captain Veers and Rhett, along with Dallas, got us through it with only a few broken bits of crockery, a minor engine issue and some bruised bodies.

We hit San Fran, picked up a new set of guests, a family of winemakers from the Napa Valley who had just cashed in their venture, and headed down the coast, destination central America, Panama and then through to the Caribbean.

The guests requested a stop in Santa Barbara so they could partake of some wagyu tenderloin in Miramar Beach and I ended up assisting Wayne and Dallas as we ferried the family to shore.

Leaving them in the care of a VIP driver service, Wayne suggested we head over to a grill where the Helm's kept an open tab available to the crew when they were in town, which usually meant staying at the resort next door. The resort was the location where I first met the crew and landed a job on board out of pure luck.

After thoroughly enjoying our meals, of which I had the Bouillabaisse, we headed for a walk down West Cabrillo and past the marina. It was there that we came across a group of towel toting and wet haired young women who had just exited the swim club.

One in particular gave me a familiar look.

"Shyla? Shyla Sanderson?" I asked hesitantly.

She stopped and I could see her try to join the dots on how I knew her.

"Erin?"

I nodded and she squealed, throwing herself at me and embracing me in a tight hug.

"OMG! Everyone, this is...this is, Erin. She's a cosplay model. Oh God, Erin, you look amazing." She then looked at Dallas and Wayne and I did introductions. She then pointed to the group and said, "This is everyone and I will catch up with them in a minute."

They turned and left us to talk, with one of them, a great looking brunette, giving us a curious look.

"Cosplay model?" asked Dallas.

"Long story. Fill you in later..." I replied.

After an almost awkward moment of Shyla silently looking at me, we engaged in some small talk. Gone was the self doubting emo loner I had met once upon a time. She exuded self-confidence and sported a killer tanned So-Cal body. I told her she needed to call Reika Haru, the Los Angeles kigurumi artist she had met through me. Reika wanted her to do some modelling.

"Really? Reika said that?"

"Yeah. I made a promise that I would tell you if I ever saw you again" I said, fishing for my phone, and then giving her the number. "Great seeing you. You look amazing Shyla. Please tell me that stunner at the back is Kallie..."

Shyla nodded.

"So you tracked her down?"

Another nod.

"Good for you. Now go!"

She pulled me into an embrace, whispered 'thank you' in my ear and raced after her friends.

I turned to see Wayne and Dallas looking at me dumbfounded.

"Cosplay model?" asked Dallas again.

"Just the once, for a concert in LA, as 'Akune Kashu'." I dug out my phone and found a photo from the night and they asked a lot of follow up questions.

"And Shyla? Was she modelling?"

I shook my head. "No. She was there as an awkward emo loner, celebrating her 18th birthday. We somehow hooked up."

"And her parents let this happen?" Wayne asked.

"They didn't know. They were back at the hotel I also happened to be staying at. We...well.. we got it on...and then I got her down to them before her curfew kicked in."

Dallas and Wayne just shook their heads.

We took a step further along the sidewalk and resumed our walk.

"I've said it before Dallas. We walk side by side with pint sized demi-Gods..."

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Pepper and I still fucked once a week. I don't think she had ever got the whole 'Sam' thing out of her head as during one of these interludes she asked me to recreate what went on that night.

Sex with Pepper was enjoyable, but it was emotionally vacant. We both used each other, but I was not into any emotional blurring of the relationship just because she was comparing herself to Sam, or any other person I fucked. So I threw the idea of recreating things back at her. I told her that would not be possible unless she was willing to spend the whole night with me. This seemed like a bridge too far for her, so she left it alone.

One especially interesting voyage occurred some time later when we picked up a group of eight porn stars and their production crew, so about 35 people all up, in Miami and headed for Nassau. They spent the time making product in, and around, the boat, but were not allowed to have any shots that identified the vessel or crew. That didn't stop them from filming plenty to content on the decks, in the berths or jacuzzis.

There were some pretty hot scenes that I got a look in on, but seeing porn from the other side also showed that there was not just people getting down and dirty, but a lot of grittiness and 'work' happening.

There was sweat, not just from the actors, but lots of tape, reflectors, fluffers, caffeine, other drugs and the stubborn determination to get the job done. More than once, I saw a member of their production crew faceplant after tripping on their gear. Whilst there was a 'cleaner' on their crew, I also had to do numerous 'wipes', and sterilizes, of surfaces and even whole hot tubs, after shots were wrapped. It was certainly not glamorous work.

One scene I got to watch was a girl on girl hot tub scene involving two up and coming starlets, one a ginger, the other brunette. The scene started with the brunette in the tub and the ginger came into frame with a bottle of bubbly. The next thing you know, ginger is sitting on the edge of the tub, her feet on the seat and her long thin legs on display. Brunette makes a comment about being lonely since she broke up with her ex, and low and behold, ginger offers to make her feel loved.

The two kiss and shed their bikinis, revealing their silicone enhanced chests and shaved pussies and begin fondling and petting, and then ginger pours some champagne down her body and brunette goes in top lap it up...and then I was called away. I got to return a while later to find the two of them scissoring on the edge of the tub, a location that looked incredibly uncomfortable, but offering a view great for the camera. Some exaggerated body movements, lots of fake moaning and a false orgasm later, and the scene ends. It may have been a little manufactured but I was leaking between my legs, and feeling very flushed, as a result of it.

When we got to Nassau we tied up alongside the cruise ship berths and the guests headed off to a mansion off Eastern Road where they engaged in two days of content creation.

One of their sound guys was unwell and stayed on board till later in the day. Wayne had arranged a people mover for the crew and guests to use, and he invited me to come along for the ride as we dropped the guy to the location.

The gated mansion was huge and must have cost a fortune for the short term rental, but porn is a lucrative business by the look of it. We were invited to go in and have a look around and curiosity got the better of us both.

Several scenes were being shot. A FFM inside in a kitchen, a girl was giving head to a guy on the narrow beach out the back and a huge gym bro, all muscles and tan, was giving a 'yoga' lesson to a slavic blonde who must have been just days over 18.

She was astonishingly nubile, with a tight milky white body. She was skinny but fit with long limbs and a small but rounded pair of tits. Her exotic cheekbones and a defined jaw line gave her a real x factor and her thick blonde hair was tied back in a cascading ponytail. Her deep blue eyes were captivating, even from 30 feet away

Wayne and I watched as they went through the pretend yoga lesson several times, the camera guy moving here and there and then the direction was given that he was to start removing her outfit. I wouldn't call it sensuous, they needed three takes, but eventually she was naked and he was lying on his back, suddenly without his gear on, with his huge member standing erect.

Little blondie started to give him a blow job, her mouth barely fitting around the girth of his monster. I had a delightful mini daydream of those amazing eyes looking up at me and those young flawless lips wrapped around my cock, and let out a quiet moan, gaining a strange glance from Wayne.

She sucked and spat and mouthed at Gym bro whilst the camera moved around them both and she was given instructions for more eye contact, more cheek work or more saliva. Probably 15 minutes later the direction was given for them to change it up and he's all of a sudden squeezing his face between her long flawless thighs and lapping at her pussy. He really went at her and I'm sure her moans were pretty genuine. More camera changes happened and he ended up inserting a finger into her tight pinkness, causing her to shudder more than once, before they were told to move it around.

She got up and went to one of the crew who gave her a syringe of lube which she used on herself and then positioned herself on all fours. The lighting crew moved their reflector boards and the camera moved around so that the blue water of the Bahamas was glimmering in the background. He positioned himself behind her and she put a hand under her and reached back to line him up with her pussy lips.

Throwing him a salacious 'fuck me' look, she inched slowly back onto him. I thought she would struggle to take his girth, but she ever so slowly took him. Throwing her head back, moaning deeply, she butted her ass up to his body, somehow fitting his entire length within her.

The camera guy shifted, and the lighting too, and gym bro began to slowly bang away at her.

By this stage I was strangely both aroused and annoyed. I was turned on for sure at the sight of her, with a definite leak from my tucked member, but annoyed at the constant interruptions to the action and frequent director instructions.

This position continued for some time until they switched so that she was cowgirling him, and then leaning back with her hands on his knees as he hammered away within her, his cock clearly bulging out the tight white space below her belly button and between her prominent hip bones.

That's when one of the production crew came over and began talking to us.

"She's stunning isn't she."

I nodded, as did Wayne.

"You are too you know," he said, looking at me. I shook my head at his 'not so subtle' line. "You could make some good money in this gig."

I blushed. "I'm doing okay."

"I've spoken to the boss. If you are willing to do a quick scene now, I can give to $5k for the afternoon's work."

I shook my head.

"Okay, seven and a half. You could shoot with your coworker. The whole old and young thing is quite a market nowadays."

I shot a look at Wayne and for just a nanosecond I think he was pondering the idea.

"No way...no offence.... I'm not on the lookout for a side gig," I said to the guy.

"Of course not," added Wayne.

Porn guy handed me a card. "If you change your mind...." Was all he said as he walked away.

By now blondie was on her knees in front of gym bro and he was groaning, announcing his impending unload as he tugged at his cock and aimed at her face. Her tongue was out and ready and she had one hand working away at her pussy.

He exploded, coating her face.

"I think I've seen enough," Wayne said a little edgily, and we headed back the way we had come.

We parked the van and were walking past the straw market towards our berth and in the shadow of a cruise ship, when I saw a memorable shape coming across from the cruise port towards the Straw Market.

"What the?"

Wayne saw where I was looking and immediately confirmed things.

"Sam?"

"Yeah."

But it looked like she hadn't seen us.

He stopped and looked at me.

"Either this is fate or somehow she's somehow tracking you, girl"

"She could be here with someone."

He shook his head and smiled at me. "Well, she ain't in this instance, so you got to go shoot your shot. We've got about 24 hours. I'll cover you with Dallas and Rhett." He gave me a little push and a platonic slap on the ass. "Go do your thing, my little legend."

I turned and hugged him and the made for an intercept with Sam, whilst he stood there an observed.

She seemed surprised to see me here at this moment, but not overly surprised. We stood, a foot apart from each other and after what seemed like an eternity, she bit at her glossy bottom lip and nodded her head westward. "I've got a room at the Colonial..."

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We got inside the door and she was all hands, tearing at my clothes, and at hers, as our lips locked.

My body, wrought with hormones from the porn shoot, and memories of our last encounter, went into overdrive. It felt like my spine was awash with nerves and excitement. My hard on pulsed, rock hard and leaking between us as she sucked me into a kiss, one leg wrapping around me as she pulled me back against the door.