Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

wild side. Before coming to Key West, she’d never known people who spoke so openly about their sexuality, who accepted their urges so freely. Well, maybe Diana—but up to now, she’d almost thought her wild sister was an oddity.

Maybe there were a lot more people like this than she realized.

Then an even more startling concept struck her—that maybe she was becoming one of them.

Chapter Seven

When Carrie stepped onto the Conch Fury, Chris and Shay had already boarded. Music blared from a boom box on the deck. Shay had brought a cooler filled with ice and jugs of orange juice, as well as vodka to mix it with. Chris had supplied a bag of chips, plus fried chicken and a container of potato salad, which he was placing in Shay’s cooler.

“Lucky for you, I brought this thing,” she said over her shoulder to him.

“You never let me down,” he replied in a teasing voice.

Carrie couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of their relationship. Not only because Shay was sexy as sin and Carrie knew she’d fucked Chris, but also because of their easy camaraderie. They seemed to know each other so well.

Today Shay wore a red bikini, much skimpier than the one she’d worn on the snorkeling trip yesterday. The narrow triangle top barely covered her breasts, and the low-cut bottom was a thong, revealing a round, tan ass that made Carrie envious.

“Hey, you’re here,” Chris said. He kissed her hello—a warm kiss with just enough tongue to make her pussy tingle, and that helped reassure her.

“Hey there, sweets,” Shay said in her usual flirtatious tone. “Glad you came. I suspect the day will be much more interesting with you here.”

Carrie blinked, not quite sure what she meant, but glad the other girl didn’t mind her presence.

“Make yourself comfortable on the deck while we get this thing untied and moving,” Chris said with a grin. “Pour yourself a screwdriver, lay out your towel, and get some sun.”

Carrie did just that—after getting a drink, she put on sunscreen and reclined on her beach towel, peering at the cloudless blue sky overhead. A day like this made it easy to see what Chris saw in the place.

“Turn on the generator for me, Shay,” she heard Chris call across the boat as the two of them navigated the catamaran from its slip. A moment later, Shay took the helm as Chris secured the ropes just untied from the dock.

Checking to make sure no one was watching, Carrie reached up to adjust her own bikini top slightly, pulling the slinky fabric toward the center in an attempt to bare just a little more flesh. Envying Shay wasn’t pleasant, but she couldn’t help it. The only thing she could do was attempt to be just as sexy and not let the more boisterous girl intimidate her.

“Good wind today!” she heard Chris call to the object of her jealousy. “Let’s hoist the sails and get out of the bay where it won’t be so choppy.”

The next few minutes were spent watching the two unroll enormous white sails and heave them skyward as Chris called things like, “Tighten it up,” and “Ease up on the jib.”

Eventually, the boat drifted out to sea past Sunset Key and Carrie looked up to find Shay spreading a towel next to her.

“Did you get some of that monster cock last night, sweets?” she said just loud enough to be heard over the wind in the sails.

Carrie bit her lip, unable to hide a small smile at the memory. “Oh yes.”

Her eyes were closed against the bright sunlight, but she heard Shay chuckle. “I bet it made you scream.”

Again, it was unusual to be discussing her sex life with strangers, but she figured, when in Rome… “Did it ever.”

“How long are you here?”

The question jarred her. She’d been so busy living in the moment that she’d not thought ahead to that in awhile. “I leave Sunday.” And today was Tuesday. Fortunately, it sounded like lots of time.

“Good for you. Five more nights to fuck him.”

Did Shay sound jealous now? She couldn’t tell. As friendly as the raucous girl was at moments, at other times Carrie found herself not knowing how to take her comments, or the looks she flashed.

“Hope it’ll be enough to satisfy you,” Shay added, and Carrie thought, Me, too.

But she wasn’t going to be tricked into worrying about that; in fact, she almost suspected that was what Shay wanted—for her to realize how temporary her position here was and that when it was over, Shay got to stay. She couldn’t help wondering if Chris had said something to make Shay feel more threatened by Carrie than she had last night at the Lazy Lizard. She also couldn’t help being just a little catty, reminding Shay who was currently in his bed. “Well, he was awfully satisfying last night. And I’m sure it’ll be just as wonderful tonight.”

With that, she glanced over to see if Shay had any reaction and—oh my God! Shay was lying there next to her topless! She couldn’t squelch her gasp.

Shay opened her eyes as Carrie sat up, stunned. Her lips spread into a thin smile. “What?”

“I just…didn’t realize you’d taken your top off, that’s all.”

Shay let out a full-bodied laugh. “I don’t like tan lines, so as soon as we get out to sea by ourselves, I always take it off.”

Carrie was beginning to understand exactly how Chris could end up having casual sex with Shay. Envy warred with a hint of arousal as she studied the other woman. Her medium-sized breasts were as round and pretty as Carrie had suspected, her hard nipples a lovely, dark shade of rose that complemented the tan skin surrounding them. “How do you keep from getting tan lines when you have your top on, like on the snorkeling trips?”

“I put on sunscreen on those days, but don’t when I have it off.”

Carrie supposed if you lived in the sun that eventually you wouldn’t need protection from