Cruising the Band – Amber’s Turn

This standalone story is the second chapter in the story of a small-town band (Dreamland) that is comprised of three siblings– Debbie, thirty; Mark, twenty-six; and Amber, twenty-five. They got a last-minute booking on a cruise ship, replacing K.D. Lang who had to cancel unexpectedly. Once aboard, they realized it was an LBGTQ cruise, a cruise that changes their lives. It contains content of reluctance and submission. If this is in any way offensive, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy. Special thanks to Kenji Sato for help with editing.

The band remained backstage after performing the opening act to watch Lila McCann and Chely Wright perform. It was an awesome experience to watch them interact with the crowd. Hearing ‘Single White Female’ and the crowd’s reaction was remarkable.

Debbie, never tired of seeing other musicians perform from behind the scenes. In addition to being a great musician, Chely Wright was a sweetheart. She was polite, kind and patient with the staff, the fans, and with the other performers. Afterward, she was gracious enough to spend time with them and Lila. They shared thoughts on the show and ways to improve it.

Chely and Lila praised them for their cover of ‘Constant Craving’ and asked if they could join them next time.

“Oh my God, yes!” said Debbie. They all agreed to get together at rehearsals the next day and practice it. It was like a dream come true.

By the time they wrapped up, it was nearly two AM, and they were so pumped up, Mark and Brittney were debating hitting the dance bar or the casino, when Debbie said, “I am whipped, I’m going to bed.”

Debbie was tired but also did not want to deal with the drunken duo of Susan and Lisa that late at night. She planned to keep her distance for the rest of the cruise– they were getting a little too handsy for her liking, and she did not want to encourage them any further. She felt bad because she enjoyed flirting with them and the ego boost that came with it, but she wasn’t gay, and it was wrong of her to indulge their fantasy.

“I’m going to bed, too,” said Amber, as she peeked out from backstage to see Itzayana lingering in the auditorium for her.

Itzayana wore a red, skintight tank-club dress that cut low in front and back and clung to her thighs halfway to her knees. Her nipples made it clear she was braless, which was confirmed when she danced stage side during the show. Amber had also been drawn to the way it formed to her belly button, and when she turned, her ass outlined beautifully through the clinging fabric.

Her heart raced as she contemplated her next move, and her mind raced even faster. She had never done anything with a woman before, but that morning, she let her guard down and Itzayana did things to her she had never imagined.

That morning she had awoken slightly hung over after the band’s first night performing in the piano bar. A night that unimaginably ended in a kiss between her and Itzayana. Her religious background told her it was wrong, but she had felt that kiss from head to toe.

It occurred to Amber that Debbie hit the nail on the head when she teased Amber about lesbianism being contagious. Prior to the cruise and meeting Itzayana, she had never had thoughts even remotely as intense toward any women.

It all came together in a perfect storm– the rush of the cruise, the teasing with her siblings about ‘what happens on the cruise ship, stays on the cruise ship’; the reaction of the crowd in the piano bar after their first performance was such a rush. Combine that with Itzayana– her long, flowing sandy blonde hair, her accent, and those deep brown, almond-shaped eyes… and something happened inside of Amber.

The first time those eyes drew her gaze, she noticed her narrow nose with rounded tip and her unique septum ring. It was subtle and somehow sexy, even though Amber never really cared for nose piercings. Then those soft pink perfectly shaped lips added up to Amber’s apprehensions dissolving away. After the kiss, she invited Itzayana back to her room, without thinking.

In the end, it was Itzayana who was able to control herself and not take advantage of her offer. She told her to sleep on it before taking the kiss any further. But that next morning, Itzayana was back and offered to ‘help’ her apply sunscreen. Her touch was too much, and she felt herself wanting more. She made one last weak attempt to resist but ultimately succumbed. The feeling of Itzayana cradling Amber in her lap on the daybed had been simply heavenly.

The feel of her breath on Amber’s neck as their bodies pressed together sent tingling chills through her. She could recall the touch of Itzayana’s breasts pressing against her back, as she let herself rest against Itzayana. Amber let her kiss her neck, holding her close as Itzayana’s fingers began to caress her body. She had never felt such a deep stirring, and all from the simple caress of her gentle finger. The fingers her body would beg for, before Itzayana relented and slid beneath her bikini bottoms to bring her levels of bliss she had never experienced before.

She was thankful for the distraction of the first show on the main stage, but seeing Itzayana front and center, mouthing the words of ‘Constant Craving’, brought it all back to the forefront of her thoughts. Seeing her waiting patiently and recalling what surely had to be the best orgasm of her life, literally at Itzayana’s hands, took away any desire to resist. She needed to know just what she meant by ‘so many ways to please you.’

Unsure if the adrenalin of the show was the catalyst or not, Amber had clarity of thought at that moment, and it was that she would get Itzayana back to her room that night. She would feel those lips on hers and that warm firm body against hers. The growing tingling heat between her legs became an ache that could not be ignored.

“I’m gonna go say goodnight to the sorority girls, before I turn in,” said Amber, trying to be nonchalant. “See you all on deck for breakfast at nine?”

Debbie and Brittney smiled but refrained from teasing her. Debbie had looked out to see Lisa and Susan waiting as well, but had already resolved to avoid them, at least for the night. It had been a long day, and she would not encourage them anymore.

Brittney and Mark were truly just too tired to think about anything but sleep.

“Sounds good. If we’re not there, start without us,” said Mark, looking truly whipped. “Great show tonight!”

“Friggin’ awesome show and great crowd,” replied Debbie. “‘Night everyone.”

Itzayana felt excitement, confidence, and a rush of moist heat when she saw Amber approaching. The expression on Amber’s face was one of blushing desire, and her smile grew as she got closer.

“Good even– I mean good morning,” said Amber, feeling her cheeks heat up from the intensity of her blush.

Susan and Lisa were standing with her, obviously looking for Debbie. Their presence served as a welcome distraction to Amber. The butterflies in her tummy were almost overwhelming and the duo gave her cover from engaging Itzayana directly.

“Great show, Amber! You all were wonderful,” said Susan. Lisa and Itzayana agreed.

“Is Debbie coming out?” asked Lisa.

“I think she is still feeling it from last night. She is a little under the weather tonight. She was going to go straight to bed,” said Amber. “Mark and Brittney, too, I’m afraid,” she added for good measure, before noticing Brenda was with them. She had heard of something going on between Brittney, Mark and Brenda earlier. So she was happy to cover for them as well.

She spent several minutes listening to their praises and signing autographs. She brought a few promotional pictures of herself and signed them for the sorority members. Itzayana’s gaze never left her, and Amber felt the stare throughout her entire body.

Itzayana’s eyes were drawn to the very distinct necklace Amber wore. It was a silver blade that hung vertically down the center of her chest. Though that was what first got her attention, the outfit she was wearing became etched in her mind forever. It was remarkable in its simplicity, but somehow sexier than the most elaborate lingerie. Amber wore a tight pair of Levi’s with no belt, along with a long-sleeved light blue denim button-down, that didn’t use even one button. The shirt was untucked, and the tails tied in a knot in front, exposing her midriff with not so much as a bulge at the waistband. Her navel was an innie that showed below the knot and Itzayana knew she needed to explore it with her tongue.

To top off the outfit, Amber had a navy bandana tied around her neck, with the knot in back and the point of the kerchief hanging center chest, covering the widest gap in her blouse. But what excited Itzayana the most was the position of the necklace. The bandana covered the silver chain that held an eight-inch, quarter-inch-wide silver blade that hung from the bottom of the bandana to the top of the knot in her shirt.

It was like a shimmering arrow pointing the way down the gap in her blouse to the treasure below. Itzayana had felt her beautifully warm, soft treasure earlier and would settle for nothing less than devouring the sweet, sticky prize that awaited beneath the silver beacon.

Her eyes could not take in enough of her, and she could barely manage to pull her eyes from her soft, white skin visible on her chest and tummy. She longed to remove the bandana, start at her bright red lips, then slowly and deliberately kiss her way down her neck, following the gap in her blouse down the necklace until she reached the knot. There, she would pull it loose, exposing the soft breasts that she had held in her hands just a few hours earlier.

She caught herself, with an open-mouthed gaze, staring helplessly at the innocent but undeniably sexy target of her desires. As she tried to recover her senses, she wondered for a brief second if she was actually the person being seduced. It just seemed impossible for someone to be so innocent, and yet, so mind-numbingly sexy.

She managed to make brief eye contact as Amber spoke to her sorority sisters, and saw Amber’s cheek turn bright red before she averted her eyes. Itzayana’s libido was in overdrive as a sense of overwhelming desire consumed her. What had started as simple flirtation with the source of that beautiful singing voice, had turned into a blazing passion that threatened to consume her with its heat. She was only twenty-seven, but at that moment, she knew what a hot flash must feel like. She imagined her whole body was as red as Amber’s cheeks.

Itzayana felt a hand tug on her sleeve and turned to see Lisa, bobbing her head toward Amber. She had worked through the rest of the sisters and was turning her attention to Itzayana, who was transfixed on her belly button, when Lisa snapped her out of it.

The spell broken, she tried to recover her senses. “I could listen to your angel voice forever, Miss Amber.”

“Thank you so much, Itzayana. We are so glad you all could make it,” said Amber, trying not to look directly into her eyes. “Can I sign a picture for you?”

“Yes, thank you, Miss Amber. Still feeling better?” Itzayana knew only she and Amber would get the hidden meaning.

Itzayana looked at her brown eyes, darting subtly toward her before focusing on signing the picture.

Amber flipped it over and jotted something before handing it to her.

“Thanks to your help today, I feel like a new person.” Amber saw the others watching them, while smiling naughtily. “Dehydration is a serious thing.”

Amber loved the back and forth, looked at her calmly, and continued. “In fact, I’m a bit parched right now, I’d better get some more.”

Amber reached out a hand and shook Itzayana’s. “Thanks again for coming. Hope to see you soon.” Then she turned and waved to the rest, “Goodnight, ladies. Thank you so much.”

Next, she returned backstage, to get her bag, and take the back exit from the auditorium.

Itzayana flipped the picture to read the back and flushed with joy, as she read, ‘Cabin 516, 45 minutes if you can make it.’

She would make it, but she had no desire to wait. She knew Amber would want to shower and change, but Itzayana needed to live out her fantasy of unwrapping that outfit slowly. And she also knew she wanted her real taste, not the soapy-scented version Amber wanted to present. Itzayana wanted her raw, salty-sweet flavor and natural scent. Amber brought out a primal hunger in her and it was time to feed.

As she returned to her cabin, Amber’s heart pounded, trying to imagine what she would do if Itzayana showed up. She wondered what to wear. Pajamas seemed silly, but nothing she had brought seemed right for a late-night liaison. And what if she didn’t come. As nervous as she was, there was no mistaking the looks Itzayana had given her during the show. And what happened on the daybed that morning made it obvious that Itzayana would be coming to see her.

When she turned the corner into the hallway to her room, she gasped at the sight of Itzayana already waiting at her door. She wasn’t ready. They had kept the auditorium quite cool, but under the lights, performing always made her sweat at least a bit. But the smile on Itzayana’s face, and those seductively hungry eyes pushed all that anxiety away.

“You’re early,” said Amber, as she stepped slowly closer. Their eyes fixed on one another and the air seemed suddenly thicker and breathing more labored. Amber swallowed hard and tried to speak. “I, ah, was going to shower…”

The fingers that had taken Amber to new heights of pleasure just hours before, rose up to Itzayana’s lips and her index finger extended and touched them, signaling Amber to still herself.

Amber quieted and smiled, as Itzayana approached. When she spoke in that accent, Amber was powerless.

“I want to taste you raw, Miss Amber. I want to breathe in your full and natural scent…”

Amber began to lean forward to meet those lips again, but Itzayana stopped her.

“I want to feel your skin against mine, making love to you ’til we fall together, tired and covered in sweat.”

Their lips touched and Amber whimpered as their tongues swirled, and they embraced urgently.

Amber suddenly felt weak in the knees, practically leaning on the tiny woman who stirred such powerful passion in her. She did not want to ruin the moment, but the things Itzayana just described could not be done in the hallway. She fumbled for the key card and as she opened the door, they nearly fell inside, but only stumbled and regained footing without breaking the kiss.

They kissed passionately, hands roaming and heads moving side to side as their lips and tongues seemed to meld together. Amber moved her hands to the knot on her shirt. She needed to shed their clothing and feel only skin between them. But Itzayana’s hand grasped her and stopped her.

Then she gripped Amber’s head in her hands and looked her in the eye. “I want to undress you, Miss Amber. These clothes make me want you all night. You tease me with skin showing, begging for me to kiss.”

She plunged her tongue into Amber’s mouth and walked her backward toward the bed. Amber grunted and panted as her pent-up desires were finally being unleashed. They kissed passionately as she surrendered to the hot-blooded Latina, who played her like a virtuoso.

When her legs hit the bed, Itzayana wrapped an arm around Amber’s back and eased the taller woman slowly back onto the bed, never breaking the kiss, heads shifting and tongues dancing frantically. Both were panting and moaning with lustful pleasure.

Amber loved the taste of her, the feel of her tender lips and scent of her perfume. Her anxiety about not showering had fled her mind the second, their lips met, and she felt Itzayana’s rabid desire. She managed to wiggle her boots off, using the toe of one on the heel of the other, then her toes on the second boot.

As she lay back, Itzayana straddled her and climbed on top of her, kissing her and gently pushing her further onto the bed. Amber wiggled her way up until her heels were on the mattress. When she stopped, Itzayana cupped her cheek and continued to explore her mouth with her remarkable tongue.

Itzayana worked the bandana free and slipped it off of Amber’s neck, then began to kiss her neck as she spoke to her between kisses.

“Oh, my angel, I have wanted this all night,” she panted and kissed. “You tease me with this blouse,” she kissed again.

And Amber moaned as the hot breath on her neck sent tingling waves down her spine. Amber tilted her head, surrendering her tender neck.

“I have been wet for you, wanting to kiss my way down the skin between your blouse, and untie that knot that kept me from seeing all of you.” She kissed her some more, moving slowly toward the front of her neck.

“Oh, Itzayana, I want you so much,” the taller brunette groaned, as she cupped the back of her blonde head, encouraging her to keep kissing.

“Skin like an angel,” the Latina said between kisses, and began to kiss lower. “Even better than I dreamed.”

Amber whimpered as those lips tickled her skin, sending tingling waves of pleasure into her steaming pussy. “Oh yes, your lips are so–“

“Hungry for you,” panted Itzayana, kissing lower. “All of you, my angel.”

Itzayana fought the urge to pull the top open and kiss her breasts. She had imagined undressing her a certain way and she would follow her plan. When she arrived at the necklace, she marveled at its uniqueness and how it had aroused her all evening. She kissed her gently at the top of the long silver blade.

“This shiny silver arrow pointing to your beautiful pink flower teased me all night. I must follow its command.”

Amber panted, caressing her soft blonde hair, gyrating her hips at the thought of those heavenly lips reaching their target. Everything about Itzayana excited her. Her words, her accent, her touch, her scent, and most of all– her eyes.

Amber trembled and whimpered as she felt the tip of Itzayana’s tongue trace down the length of the necklace blade. She looked down as Itzayana locked eyes and she teased her tongue back up the length of the necklace. A loud, whimpering moan escaped Amber as those hungry eyes penetrated her mind, nearly pushing her to a climax without being touched.

When Itzayana reached the top of the blade, she picked her head up and smiled, knowing she was in complete control. She let her breath wash over Amber’s exposed skin as she moved still lower and kissed the skin between the necklace and the shirt-tail knot.

“You taste heavenly, my angel,” whispered Itzayana, as she kept her eyes on Amber’s while she jumped over the knot to the strip of skin between the shirt and her waistband.

Itzayana relished the look of desperation in Amber’s eyes, as she kissed her way from side to side on her delicately soft tummy. Amber’s whimpers grew more intense as Itzayana mixed in a lap of her tongue between each kiss. She grinned up at her and ran her tongue the width of her hips along the edge of her waistband.

Amber’s head rolled back, and hips pushed up to meet her tongue. “Oh please,” whimpered Amber.

“Please what, my angel?” teased Itzayana.

Amber wanted to scream, ‘eat my pussy now ’til I come on that gorgeous face,’ but instead, whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

“I have not yet begun, my angel,” replied Itzayana. Unable to resist her belly button any longer, she kissed it, then swirled her tongue inside it, causing Amber to spasm from the chills that shot through her body.

“OH God!” she squeaked, quivering at Itzayana’s touch.

Itzayana pressed her tongue against her belly button as she used both hands to untie the knot and pull open Amber’s shirt. Next, she ran her tongue up her belly toward her right breast. Amber raised her body to meet her as her tongue moved higher, whimpering, knowing where she was heading with those delicate lips.

The tongue moved up her breast and circled her areola before her kiss landed warmly on her stiffening nipple. Amber gasped and moaned when Itzayana’s hand gripped her breast, and her tongue swirled before playfully nibbling her nipple.

She could only repeat her sigh of pleasure, “Oh, Itzayana,” signaling her surrender.

“Soft angel breasts, with stiff devilish nipples…” Itzayana switched hands and moved to her left breast, pinching her evil little nipple before kissing and tonguing it.

After ravaging her breasts, Itzayana needed the blouse gone, so she straddled her and sat up. Sliding a hand under the shoulder of the shirt, she began pushing it off one shoulder at a time. Amber helped by pulling her arm through and when she was free, Itzayana stretched out her legs between Amber’s and began ravenously kissing her again, then she moved to her neck and shoulders kissing both sides thoroughly, before returning to her breasts.

Amber felt a soaking-wet ache between her legs and wanted her jeans off.