There, alone in the clear air high above the deck, we became…even closer friends. Because of my special relationship with the Captain, of course, Annie never would have ventured to touch me in any untoward way. Though now and then I craved to pull those long n*****s of hers free of her blouse, between my fingers and, perhaps, even into my hungry mouth…it was impossible. We dared not anger our stern Captain.
Yet, young and high-spirited wenches as we were, sensitive and imaginative, it was inevitable that we would open up our souls to each other somehow. Scarcely daring to look at one another—yet shamelessly aroused—daily we shared naughty stories of our adventuresome young lives. Though we feared the Captain’s wrath, even for this little intimacy, we could not help ourselves.
Annie might
