Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Saturday, May 17

Rick woke up to find Barbie facing him, pressed up against him, their arms around each other, sharing his pillow. He started to lift his arm, but she just pulled him tighter against him. He lowered his hand on her hip, slowly sliding it over her ass, fingers on her ass crack.

Barbie, her eyes still closed, very softly asked, "Does that feel good?" He lifted his hand off of her. Barbie, softly, "I was enjoying that too."

Rick returned his hand on her ass, feeling the smoothness, softness of her skin, enjoying her curves, "Yeah, you feel wonderful."

Barbie opened her eyes, "Good morning."

Rick smiled, "Good morning."

Barbie asked, "So, camping in a boat, coffee? Shower?"

Rick smiled, "Coffee coming up. The showers are a short walk back towards the restaurant."

Barbie, "Like a campground."

Rick took a little pod coffee maker, a little cup at a time unit that holds only a cup of water. Coffee made for Barbie, sweetener and creamer were in packets. Barbie headed up the ladder, out the hatch. Then he made his own Coffee and joined her. The golden sun of early morning felt good.

Rick pointed, "The square building with the pointed roof, on the sides are hot and cold, open air showers." He pointed the other way, "About three hours due south, is lunch in Monterey. You'll be a boat pilot by the end of the trip."

Barbie laughed, "Yeah, right." She paused, "You know Brent and Janice are getting married?"

Rick smiled, "He told me about Janice, but didn't mention it."

Barbie nodded, "It's going to be a small but special wedding. Only about ten or so people, but it's during a week long vacation stay in Morro Bay. They rented a house for everyone, starting next Saturday, the service on Memorial Monday. It's between spring and summer school sessions. Interested in being my plus one?"

Rick nodded, "I'd love to. With the business, I might have to run back for a day or two. But, I'd love too." Barbie leaned his way, curling her finger for him to do the same. When he was close enough, she planted a brief kiss on him, "Ohh, sorry, but you'll have to share my room, sleep with me."

We started our morning, after pouring coffees, hitting the shower. Brent started slowly washing me with his sudsy soapy hands running all over my body, every inch. He was thorough with my asshole, and took his time with my pussy.

Zenra was next under the shower. Brent started hand washing, groping her. He washed then tickled her asshole, getting her to giggle continuously. Then did a thorough job on her pussy. He was equally thorough hand washing, groping, Sarah and Tracy.

Brent and I started working on the ceremony. We were looking at samples online, improving our outline and getting into details. The girls we're making chocolate chip pancakes. We had breakfast at the table with them making suggestions on the ceremony and tunes for the reception playlist. They started working on Zenra's iPad, building our playlist for us. Sarah was making great suggestions on the ceremony.

Rick put on shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a couple towels, shampoo and body wash. They walked up to the bathroom building. Barbie picked one off the open air showers and turned to Rick, "Joining me?" Rick smiled, "Right with you." Rick looked around and quickly stripped off his shirt and shorts. They shared the shower, only going so far as to wash each others backs. Then after drying off, Rick dressed quickly, never having done something that naked in public before, and they headed back to the boat. Barbie finished her morning routine first, then grabbed a water from the fridge. She headed topside, and up to the top where the driving happens.

Rick followed her up top, "You want to back her out?"

Barbie laughed, "No way."

He smiled, "In that case, the first mate is in charge of the ropes." Heading back down. He showed her how the loop is knotted, "Just lift it up over the post and into the boat. Then the back line, the same thing. Look at me and I'll let you know when." Rick went back up top, started the boat with a rumble and gurgling.

The boat moved forward a bit giving the rope more slack. Rick smiled, "Careful now." She lifted the loop and hooked it on a cleat, then carefully made her way to the back deck. The boat had backed up a bit so she could lift the loop like the other rope. Then she headed up to the bridge. Rick very slowly backed the boat out, having it make a turn before moving forward. Then they slowly moved forward and out the channel.

Once in open water, he throttled up and had Barbie sit behind the wheel with Rick on the bench seat beside her. He explained the two digital screens in front of her, "This one is the GPS, set for the municipal marina in Monterey. You can see the course on the map, and the heading you need to hold, 180 degrees. On the other screen, you see your current heading is 176 degrees."

He paused to see she understands, "Think of a watch, you're pointing at 6:00. A lower number means you're headed at say 5:45, a right turn course correction, just a bit, there you go. And your speed is 10 knots. That's a good leisure speed. Just keep your direction matching what the GPS tells you."

She looked at him, "The GPS changed to 181?. A slight left?"

Rick smiled, "You've got it. Unlike a car, wheels on ground, your roadway is drifting towards shore, right to left, moving you left as you go forward. And the current changes direction and speed as you travel, so you just keep up with course corrections. In the end, you're still traveling a straight line." He smiled with a pause, "Okay, you're captain. I'll get us another coffee."

Barbie looked at him, "Wait, what?"

Rick smiled, "You've got this." He headed down to the galley. Barbie took a selfie driving the boat.

I received a text from Barbie while Brent and I were working on the ceremony script, 'Driving the boat to Monterey. Rick is below deck. I invited him to Morro Bay (smiley face).' She attached a pic of her driving.

I showed it to Brent. He smiled, "That's great. I'm glad she's going to have someone with her." He paused, "Are you ready for a break?"

I sat back, "Yeah. What do you have in mind?"

He smiled, "One other thing we need to get done for the wedding. The rings." I got up to grab my bag and keys. Brent got dressed and grabbed his keys. I drove us to Sylvia's shop in San Jose. Stepping in, Sylvia, expecting us, waved us to a case in the back.

She smiled, "Wedding rings, obviously white gold." She pulled out a couple trays. One had simpler bands without gem stones, some with textures and designs. The other had the elaborate rings where primarily the woman's ring had gemstones, mostly diamonds. Brent and I were concentrating on different trays. I nudged him, "Let's stick to traditional bands, and the budget." I pointed at one pair. Brent pointed to a pair in the other tray.

Sylvia pulled both out for me to look at and try. The medium width, rounded edge plain ring slipped right up to the engagement ring. It matched up well. The one Brent picked had alternating diamonds and blue sapphires all the way around. I looked at him, "It's beautiful, but we have a week long wedding vacation to pay for? The engraving inside, that's the important part."

Sylvia smiled, "Names and date? The jeweler can do that Monday."

I pointed to the simple, traditional pair, "I feel better us getting these."

I didn't see Brent wink at Sylvia. He just said, "I'll swing by Monday after work and pick them up."

Sylvia grinned, "They'll be ready. Congratulations you two."

On the way out of the shop, he asked, "Think we need to pick up more wine for the trip?"

I agreed, "Better to buy it here and bring some back."

The wine store is fun. There usually isn't so many cell phones out. And the hunt, reading the descriptions and checking the ratings, it's interesting. My phone dinged. I had another text from Barbie, 'Close to the marina. Monterey!' A selfie was attached of them both with the windshield and the marina in the background. We kept busy putting bottles of wine in the little cart, while smiling when we spotted cell phones pointed our way.

Once we were home, I got another text from Barbie, 'Fantastic lunch overlooking all the boats. Soon a little walk around town before heading back.' Attached was a pic of them at a window table and the view. A waitress must have taken it for them.

As we pulled in the drive, the girls were waiting on the front porch. They each grabbed a box of wine bottles and carried them in, storing them in the pantry. From the back porch we heard music. They had the wedding reception Playlist going. Zenra took Brent's hand, "Come dance with me?" Brent smiled and went outside with her. There was a slow dance ballad playing. We watched them dance, his arm around her, the side of her head against his chest. They kept going through the next song, then Brent went upstairs to get undressed.

I got another text from Barbie, 'Making our way back to Santa Cruz. Planning on staying at Rick's condo tonight.' When Brent returned to join us at the outdoor table, I told him about the text before we got back to work on the wedding ceremony script.

The girls volunteered to put together dinner. They started working together on burgers for the grill, and fries to go in the oven. They had the buns out, lettuce and tomatoes getting prepped for build your own burgers. And they did a great job. After dinner, they got busy cleaning everything up in both kitchens, the dishwasher running.

Sarah started her line dancing Playlist on the Bluetooth speaker. Brent sat back watching me join the girls, taking video of us dancing naked on the terrace. After awhile, Brent and I quietly went around the corner to the outdoor shower, getting under the warm water. Soaking wet, I gave him a long passionate kiss. Then we shared a longer deep passionate kiss as he slowly backed me up against the wall.

We started another long kiss as I felt him slowly enter me, lifting me as he got in deeper, his slow strokes setting off my clit. My waves started building as we continued kissing as Brent stroked. When I let out a loud scream, we heard giggling from the girls still dancing.

Brent stroked through my orgasm, allowing me to catch my breath before he initiated another long kiss. Starting to groan lightly as I moaned. My waves were building rapidly as Brent groaned louder. Soon I felt that twitch. He was really close and I could let go. I let out another scream with an intense orgasm as he groaned loudly, a deep groan, as he exploded shot after shot of his hot cum deep inside me.

He held me up as I caught my breath for a minute, then Brent cleaned me up. He lightly smacked my ass and sent me to open the hot tub. He finished cleaning himself, then joined me on the double lounger. It wasn't a minute, Zenra climbed in the hot tub and laid on top of Brent. He looked at me with a smile and grabbed her ass cheeks. He started to softly massage them as she let out a soft sigh.

We soaked for awhile still discussing wedding ceremony ideas. Zenra remained quiet. If Brent stopped massaging her ass, she'd grind against him until he started again. That kept him busy.

Things got quiet on the terrace. We figured Tracy and Sarah were probably busy in their bed. We got out of the hot tub and closed it up. Zenra followed us in stopping at the downstairs bathroom. Brent and I headed upstairs for our nighttime routines. Then we slipped under the covers.

We just snuggled in when Zenra came up the stairs and slipped under our covers on Brent's other side. She hugged up tight with her arm around him.