Groundhog Day
Part I
Phyllis Collins had been looking forward to this cruise for quite some time and now it was finally here. A friend dropped her and Janet off on the dock and the two girls quickly checked in their bags.
Checking in with the cruise line took a little longer but even that was an adventure. Phyllis and Janet talked excitedly about the trip they were about to take and where they were going and what they wanted to do. It wasn’t like they hadn’t had these conversations before but the fact that they were finally here seemed to suddenly make it seem all that much more real.
And then they were at the front of the line. Phyllis produced her passport even as Janet did the same and the agent dutifully checked them off before handing them their room keys and telling the girls where they should board.
“I can’t believe it,” Phyllis gushed yet again.
“I know,” her friend agreed. “It’s been such a long time.”
“Too long,” Phyllis agreed. “What do you want to do when we get on board?”
“You heard the guy. They got a buffet going in one of the dining rooms. I think we should head there first.”
“I was thinking I wanted to look around.”
“Food first,” Janet said, “and then we can look.”
“There’ll be time enough to eat later,” Phyllis said with a laugh.
“And you’ve got a whole week to do all the exploring you want,” Janet countered, “but hey, I’m game. I didn’t say I didn’t want to explore. I just said I wanted to eat first.”
“Okay,” Phyllis agreed. “Have it your way. We’ll eat first.”
And so it was. They ate first and then they explored and when the ship finally sailed, the two girls were up on deck sipping on drinks as the ship sailed away.
“What time is it?” Janet asked.
“Five fifty. Why?”
“We got to go down for dinner, you know.”
“Oh, but geez.”
“Come on, Phil. We gotta eat sometime and out dinner seating’s at six o’clock.”
“I know.”
“Look, the sun’s almost down anyway and it’s getting kinda cold.” Janet shivered in the early February air as if to make her point. “Come on. I want to get something to eat.”
“Oh, all right.”
There was already a man and a young woman sitting at the table as the two girls finally arrived in the dining room. The man looked to be around forty or so but the brown-haired girl looked to be even younger than the two newcomers. The man looked up as the girls approached, a halfway buttered roll in his hand. “Good evening,” he said. “I’m Lyle Markham, and this is my daughter Lana.”
“Hi. I’m Phyllis.”
“And I’m Janet,” her friend said. “I thought we were going to be late.”
The man smiled. “Well, technically you are late. It’s just that everyone else is later than you.”
“I suppose you’re talking about us.”
Phyllis and Janet turned to find a man and woman behind them. “I’m Bryce Colson,” the man said, “and this is my wife, Tammy.”
Tammy said nothing but from the way she carried herself, Phyllis had the feeling that the woman was kind stiff. “Phyllis,” she said.
“Janet,” her friend said again.
And a short time later, their table was filled out when two men arrived. The older man was in his fifties while the younger one was in his thirties. “Sorry we’re late,” said the younger man, “but we were up on deck watching the ship leave.”
“So were we,” Phyllis said, “but someone was getting hungry.”
“What are you looking at me for?” Janet grumped.
“Who said I was looking at you,” Phyllis said.
“I know you were.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being hungry,” Tammy said.
Both girls looked at the other woman and then Phyllis grinned. “I didn’t say there was,” she said finally.
“Me neither,” Janet agreed even though she thought the other woman’s words seemed sort of out of place. “I didn’t say anything either.”
Lyle Markham, it seemed, was a high school science teacher and his daughter Lana was a Senior and a cheerleader. “Kind of sucks,” Lana said. “Kinda sucks having your dad be a teacher in the same school where you are. Everyone seems to think you can get him to do things.”
“But they soon learn the truth,” her father said and Lana nodded.
“It doesn’t necessarily stop them from trying,” the girl said wistfully.
Bryce Colson was an attorney and his pretty wife was a business analyst. “What’s an analyst do?” Phyllis had asked.
The woman just looked at her before answering. “We analyze things,” she said.
That much was obvious, Phyllis thought, but there had to be something more. Still, when she thought she should ask, she found herself at a loss for words but she still couldn’t help but wonder. What did an analyst do?
The older man was actually a doctor. Leon White, the man said his name was. “What kind of doctor are you?” Janet had asked.
“The good kind.”
“Huh? No. I mean what’s your specialty?”
“Ah. I see. I do augmentations.”
“Augmentations? Oh, you mean plastic surgery.”
“Something like that.”
His companion was Kent Honeywell. It never was clear to the girls what Kent did but he had the personality of a game show host.
“Quite an interesting group,” Phyllis said later that night as the girls were getting ready for bed.
“Yeah?”
“For dinner tonight. An interesting group.”
“Oh. Yeah. I guess.”
“What do you want to do tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“We got a day at sea you know.”
“I know.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. I just figured we’d see what we’d see when it comes up. Sometimes, it’s good to be surprised, you know.”
The next morning, Phyllis woke up. Her friend was still asleep in her bed and for a moment, Phyllis thought of waking her up but then she thought better of it. Let her sleep, Phyllis thought.
She padded off to the bathroom and she stripped off her panties and her shirt. She stepped into the shower and she got ready for the day and even as she stood in the shower, she remembered what Janet had asked her the night before. What were they going to do today?
She stepped out of the shower and she continued to get herself ready. She looked over at her friend. Janet was still passed out on her bed.
Hmm. What were they going to do?
Phyllis picked up the daily organizer that the steward had left in their cabin. She only briefly noticed the date at the top. February 2nd.
She dressed herself in shorts and a t-shirt. It really wasn’t winter attire but really, it wasn’t like she planned to go out on deck so why not, she told herself. It was fun to show herself off.
So what were they going to do?
Hmm. If her friend didn’t get her ass out of bed, Phyllis thought, then she might not do anything at all. Still, she decided she’d let her sleep. She let herself out of the room and into the corridor outside their stateroom.
A man across the way had his stateroom door open and he was arguing with someone inside. “Fine,” he said. “Be that way, but it you want to see me, I’ll be up on deck checking out the babes by the pool.”
Phyllis didn’t hear what the woman on the inside of the room said but then the man slammed the door and he turned to glare at Phyllis. “What are you looking at?” he demanded.
“Nothing,” Phyllis said meekly.
“You better not be looking at nothing,” the man said and then he turned and he stomped away.
Phyllis went up to the dining room where the breakfast buffet was being served. She got herself a plate of food and she was looking for a place to sit when someone called her name and when she looked, there was Lyle Markham and his daughter.
“Hi. can I join you?”
“I think you better if you want to find a place to sit,” Lyle said.
“Yeah, it’s crowded,”
“There’s a lot of people on board,” Lyle said. “It’s like a little, floating city.”
Phyllis nodded. She thought for a moment that the man had said something else, but then she was sure he hadn’t. She stuck a fork into her scrambled eggs and she looked at Lana. “Shouldn’t you be in school?” she asked.
“Our school year’s not like that,” Lana said. “We have first term studies, and then we take a Christmas break, then we come back for finals and we have a break again. That’s why dad and me could get off.”
Phyllis nodded as she took a bite from her food. She could have sworn that the man had said something but when she looked, he wasn’t saying anything at all, It must have been her imagination, she told herself.
And besides, Lana was speaking again. She was talking about her school and the courses she was taking and for some reason, Phyllis just found it so easy to sit there and listen.
The girl was smart, Phyllis realized. She hadn’t noticed it the night before but that was probably because she didn’t say much. Of course, that could be smart, too.
Of course, it wasn’t like she was following everything that the girl said. She was talking about some of her coursework in school and while it hadn’t been all that long since she’d been a student in high school, there were some things she just didn’t understand.
The girl was smart, Phyllis realized. She was so totally smart.
No wait. That wasn’t right.
But it was right. It was totally right.
“Are you okay?” the girl asked.
That’s why Lana was so smart, Phyllis realized. She realized that something was wrong, but was it? She just wasn’t sure. “I, um, I think I have to go,” Phyllis said.
“Oh. Okay.”
Phyllis stood and then she realized she’d forgotten to take her tray. That was dumb of her, she told herself. “Oopsie,” she said. “I forgot to take this.”
And that was when Phyllis realized she didn’t even know what to do with the tray so in the end, she left the tray where it was.
What was wrong with her, she wondered.
What was wrong was she couldn’t seem to remember where it was she was supposed to go and that was when she realized that she couldn’t even remember where her cabin was.
She stood at a bank of elevators and she felt like she was about to cry. She felt so lost.
“Something wrong?”
She looked up to see a man standing there.
“Something wrong?” the man asked again.
“I, um, I don’t know where I am.”
“Where you are?” the man said. “You’re on deck 12.”
“Oh.”
“Something else wrong.”
“I can’t remember where my ... where my cabin is,” Phyllis admitted.
“You can always go to the purser’s desk. They can help you with that,” the man said.
“Oh.”
“Something else wrong.”
“I, um, I don’t know where the purser’s desk is.” Phyllis was loathe to admit it but she was having trouble remembering anything. “Can you help me?”
“Can I help you? What do you want me to do?”
Phyllis just shrugged. She didn’t really know. “I just need help,” she said, “and if you helped me, I’d be really grateful.”
The man’s name was Jeff Kinsler and Jeff couldn’t help but wonder if someone was playing a trick on him. On the other hand, he couldn’t figure out who or why that would be and besides, one look in the girl’s eyes was enough to tell him. The girl was dumb as a post. Really, she shouldn’t be left out all alone.
“Could you help me?” Phyllis asked again.
“Sure. Come on,” the man said. “We can go to my cabin.”
“Your cabin?”
“Yeah, and then we can figure out what to do next.”
“Oh.” Now that he’d explained it to her, it made all the sense in the world. They should go to his cabin. He only thing was once they got there, he didn’t seem all that interested in helping her out. In fact, he seemed more interested in helping himself out to her body.
“What are you doing?” Phyllis asked.
“You said you’d be grateful,” the man reminded her even as his hands pulled at her top.
“Yeah, so?”
There was something to letting the man do the thinking for her. If she let him make the decisions, then she didn’t have to worry about making a wrong one.
There was something to letting the man do the thinking for her. If she let him make the decisions, then she didn’t have to worry about making a wrong one.
“Yeah.”
“So let’s have some fun.”
Well when he put it that way, Phyllis thought. After all, she didn’t want to be ungrateful so she let Jeff take off her top and then she let him loosen her bra and he let his hands fondle her tits.
“I like your tits,” the man said.
“Uh huh,” Phyllis moaned.
“I’ll bet you want me to get you out of those shorts, don’t you?”
“Um—”
“Something wrong?”
“I don’t know, um, but—”
“But what?”
Phyllis was sure this just had to be wrong but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember why that was.
“But what?” the man asked again.
“I don’t know,” the girl said hesitantly. “It just seems like maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why don’t you let me worry about that,” Jeff said.
There was something to be said for that, Phyllis realized. If she let him worry about it, then she wouldn’t have to do the job.
“What about it? You want me to take those shorts off?”
There was something to letting the man do the thinking for her. If she let him make the decisions, then she didn’t have to worry about making a wrong one.
“Well?”
“I guess. I mean, if you really think we should.”
Jeff wasn’t wasting any time. Already, his hands were stripping the shorts from Phyllis’s body and then his hands were back to tug at her panties.
This had to be wrong, Phyllis told herself, but she just wasn’t sure why.
The man’s hand was between her legs. Someone is certainly wet,” the man said.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Oh no,” Jeff said. “It’s not a bad thing at all but you know what we got to do now.”
“What?”
“Something like this,” the man said.
He was getting his cock out. Now that had to be wrong, Phyllis told herself but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember why.
“You can rub your pussy,” the man said.
Phyllis’s hand found its way between her legs even as she waited for what she knew just had to be coming.
“I got something for you,” the man said.
Phyllis knew that. Heck, she could see it coming, and even though she wasn’t sure about what she was doing, she just had to keep telling her that he was helping her and it was for her own good and then he was sliding between her legs.
“Oh fuck,” the girl moaned.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll bet you do.”
Phyllis couldn’t help but moan as the man continued to fuck her.
“Yeah. You like this.”
Well yeah, she liked it. Of course, she liked it. Mmm yeah. She liked it a lot.
And the man was pumping his cock into her even harder.
“You like this, don’t you.”
“I ... I ...”
“Say yes.”
“I ... I ... are you sure this is okay?”
“It’s fine,” the man said.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“Okay. I like it.”
“You like what?”
“I like what you’re doing to me,” Phyllis whimpered.
“I’ll bet you do,”
“Oh fuck. I like it a lot.”
Phyllis woke up the next day. That was weird, she thought. It was almost like ... it was almost like ... it was almost like she’d been totally stupid.
It wasn’t like that, Phyllis remembered. It was exactly that. What the hell had come over her, she wondered. It was like she’d been completely brain dead. What the hell was the matter with her and now that she thought about it, how the hell had she managed to find her way back to her cabin.
How many guys had she let have their way with her, she wondered. There was that guy who met her outside the buffet, and then there’d been the guy on the promenade, and there was ...
What the heck was the matter with her? It was like she wasn’t able to fend them off at all.
She looked over at her friend. Janet was still asleep. Lazy, she thought but then she could afford to sleep in. At least Janet hadn’t been a total slut like she had been.
Phyllis went to take her shower and when she got out, she put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She might as well go up and get some breakfast, she thought.
She picked up the daily planner that the cabin steward had left but one look was enough to tell her that something was wrong. The date was February 2nd. Damn. He’d left the wrong one. This was yesterday’s, the girl thought. Well, never mind. She could always go get the right one a little later but for now, there was breakfast to get.
She let herself out of the stateroom. A man across the way had his stateroom door open and he was arguing with someone inside his stateroom. “Fine,” he said. “Be that way, but it you want to see me, I’ll be up on deck checking out the babes by the pool.”
That sounded strangely familiar, Phyllis thought. She didn’t hear what the woman on the other side of the stateroom door said but the man slammed the door. “What are you looking at?” he demanded.
“Nothing,” Phyllis was about to answer. Wait a minute. Why did that sound so familiar?
She’d just gotten her breakfast when something occurred to her. She peered off across the room and suddenly there they were, Lyle and Lana Markham. How did she know that they’d be right there, she wondered. That was so weird.
But weird or not, she wasn’t going to go there. She wasn’t sure why. She just had a feeling she’d gone that way before so she turned and walked the other way.
She quickly found a seat and she sat down with her breakfast. It was beautiful up here with all the windows. It was like you could totally see where you were going, the woman told herself and it was so peaceful, too. It didn’t matter how cold it was outside. Here behind the windows, everything was just fine.
As Phyllis ate her breakfast, she looked at the Daily Planner she’d brought with her. It was only then that she remembered that it was the planner from the day before and she sighed to herself. First things first, she told herself. She was going to have to go see about getting a planner for today.
She’d almost made it to the Purser’s Desk when she ran into Kent Honeywell. The only thing was the man from her dinner table wasn’t alone. He had a rather skimpily dressed redhead on his arm.
“Phyllis,” the man said. “What brings you here? You going down to the line dance class, too.”
“The line dance class?”
“They got a line dance class at 10:00 and Cheryl here said she really wanted to go. Isn’t that right, snookums?”
“You got it, Baby.”
“No, I didn’t know about it. I got the wrong daily planner last night in my cabin.”
“What?”
“I got the wrong daily planner.”
“That’s weird,” the man said. “I wonder how that happened. Let me see.”
Phyllis handed over the planner and Kent looked it over. “There’s nothing wrong with this,” he said finally. “See, there’s the line dance class right where it should be.”
“But the date—”
“Is February 2nd. That’s right.”
“Come on, Baby,” the redhead purred. “I want to dance with you.”
The man grinned as he handed the planner back to Phyllis. “I think Cheryl wants to go line dancing.”
The redhead leaned in against the man’s body and she let her hand roam suggestively over his body. “I didn’t say anything about a class,” she said.
“That’s right. You didn’t.”
“So what about it, Baby. You want to do a little private dancing?”
Kent looked at Phyllis and he grinned. “I think maybe I might not be going to the line dance class after all.”
It was clear that the redhead was getting even more antsy. “Come on, Baby. I really want to dance for you.”
Phyllis couldn’t help it. It was so obvious what the other woman wanted but it was too obvious. The other woman was a slut.
“I guess I’m going to be going,” Kent said with a smile.
“Come on, Baby,” Cheryl cooed. “I want to dance for you. I want to be your pole dancer.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to dance on your pole.”
Kent grinned. “Like I said, duty calls.”
Phyllis nodded. The other girl was a slut but who was she to judge and hey, if Kent liked that kind of thing, well fine. It wasn’t like it was any skin off her nose.
She looked at the planner. Sure enough, there was the line dance class just like Kent had said, but the day was still wrong, wasn’t it?
Kent hadn’t thought so.
Maybe she was wrong. Maybe that really was the right date.
But it couldn’t be.
She was still standing there trying to wrap her mind around the inconsistency when she realized that that wasn’t the only thing that had her attention.
There were some cute guys here on the ship.
Of course, it wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed that already. It was just that ...
It was just that ...
What was it?
She felt on edge about something and she wasn’t sure why.
Heck, it wasn’t even the cute guys who had her attention anymore. It was all of them.
Wait a minute, the girl caught herself. Wait a minute. What was she thinking?
She knew what she was thinking. Guys were hot. All guys were hot. And all these hot guys, they made her so hot, too.
No, she whimpered to herself. No.
Yes. Oh geez. She was horny. She needed to get fucked and she needed it now.
And just admitting that to herself, somehow, that just made it easier to accept. Of course she needed it but why wouldn’t she need it. It was only natural for her to want to fuck as often as possible. After all, it just felt so good and besides, her pussy was on edge and it needed to get fucked so good.
There was nothing special about the guy. He was literally just passing her by. The only difference was as he passed, he said, “How ya doin’?”
That was all. Just how ya doin’ and nothing else but it was enough to get Phyllis’s undivided attention at least for the moment. “Hey,” she called out.
The man turned. He was like thirty-five or something so he was older than the guys that Phyllis usually dated but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was that he was here.
“Hey,” she said again.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I think you can. Are you here alone?”
“Pardon me.”
“Are you here alone on this cruise ship?”
“No. I’m here with my girlfriend.”
But she’s not here right now?”
“No, she’s not. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“So what you’re saying is that you’re alone.”
“Well sure. If you want to put it that way, then yeah, I’m alone. Why?”
What the hell was she doing, Phyllis told herself. The guy had already told her that he was here with his girlfriend. She should’t be doing this. The only thing was she needed to get fucked. The only thing was she needed to get fucked really bad.
“Well?” the man asked.
“I need to fuck you,” the girl said.
“W-what?”
“I need to fuck you,” Phyllis said again and this time she wasn’t so worried about what she was saying. It was just easier to say it.
“I already told you. I’m here with my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, but she’s not here now.” God. Why was this getting her so hot.
“Yeah, but—”
“Where is she?”
“She’s at the salon, but—”
“So she’s not even here, is she?”
“No, but—”
“How long’s she going to be at the salon?”
“A couple of hours.”
“So we got time.”
“You’re crazy.”
“No, I’m horny.”
“You’re serious.”
“Of course. You want to?”
“You’re not ...”
“What?”
“You’re not here with anyone yourself.”
“Just my girlfriend but the last I saw, she was in the cabin asleep.”
“I guess we can then,” the man said.
“I know we can,” Phyllis gushed. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard.”
That was all it took to get the man to take Phyllis to his cabin. His name was Jack not that that was important. What was important was that he was taking off his pants and then he was taking down his underwear.
“Oh my God, Jack,” Phyllis gushed.
“What?” the man asked worriedly.
“I didn’t realize you were so big.”
“Is that a problem?”
Phyllis smiled as she finished removing her clothes. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “It’s just right.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I know just how to prove it to you.”
Jack couldn’t help but groan as the girl’s mouth slid down around his cock. “Oh sheesh,” he moaned.
Phyllis loved the way the man moaned but she knew she’d love it even more when the man stuck his cock in her pussy.”
“Fuck,” the man groaned as he stroked her hair. “Fuck.”
Yeah, Phyllis thought. That was just what she wanted.
“Oh crap. I want to fuck you.”
Phyllis pulled her mouth free from the man’s cock. “You want to fuck me?” she asked.
“Oh yeah.”
“You mean you want something like this?” the girl asked as she climbed up and mounted his body.
“Oh geez. What are you doing?”
Phyllis didn’t even bother to answer. She just grabbed Jack’s cock and she planted herself on his pole.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
Damn right, Phyllis thought. Oh fuck, as in oh fuck, she loved the way his cock felt in her pussy, or as in oh fuck, she loved riding this guy’s cock, or even as in oh fuck, as soon as she was done here, she was going to have to go find someone else to fuck. Oh fuck. Definitely, oh fuck.
“Oh God,” the man moaned. “Oh God. I’m going to cum.”
She wanted him to. She wanted him to cum so hard.
“Oh God,” the man groaned and then he groaned again.
And Phyllis could feel it. He was actually doing it. He was filling her up with his cum and it felt so fucking good and damn, but she was cumming, too. She loved it when a guy filled her up with his cum.
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
“I know,” Phyllis agreed. “That was so cool.”
“No, I mean fuck. We got to get you out of here before my girlfriend gets back.”
“What?”
“Get your clothes and get the fuck out.”
Phyllis picked up her clothes and she pulled on her panties. “Fine. Be that way,” she said as she pulled up her shorts.”
“Just get out of here.”
Phyllis finished dressing. “That was fun but I gotta go now,” and Phyllis realized it was true. She did need to go. She needed to go and she needed to get some more sex. That’s all there was to it.