The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Phyllis woke up the next day to find Janet passed out on her bed. Lazy, she thought of her roommate. It wasn’t perhaps the most charitable thought she could have had but nonetheless it was what she thought.

No wait. That was … it was like she’d done that before.

Phyllis shook her head. It’s just your imagination, she told herself. Just a case of deja vu.

But then she picked up the planner that the steward had left in their cabin, and …

No, fucking way. The date was February 2nd but it couldn’t be.

Phyllis looked around now in earnest. There were the shorts that she’d planned to wear but she’d worn those yesterday, and there was her top, the same one that she’d worn yesterday, too.

No fucking way.

She thought about waking Janet up and she almost did but what would be the point? Hell, she wasn’t even sure what was happening.

She went to take a shower and she had the feeling that she’d done this before. Not just a shower, but this particular shower.

What the hell was the matter with her?

She stepped out of the shower and she put on her shorts and she put on her t-shirt and all the while she had the feeling that this was something she’d done before.

She stepped out of the cabin and there was a man in the hallway. “Fine,” he said to someone inside, “be that way but if you want me, I’ll be up on deck checking out the babes by the pool.”

“Would you shut up,” Phyllis said irritably.

The man looked at her as if he couldn’t believe he’d heard her say what she’d just said. “What’d you say?” he asked.

But Phyllis wasn’t about to answer him. She had other more important things to do so instead of answering him, she just stormed on down the hallway.

She didn’t stop until she reached the elevators. She’d been about to go up and get some breakfast but she already knew what was up there, or at least she thought she did. Don’t go up there, she told herself. You’re just going to run into Lana and Lyle Markham.

Wait a minute. How had she known that and yet she was sure she was right.

So where was she going to go?

There were other dining rooms. Heck, you didn’t have to go upstairs to the buffet. You could go and find a place to sit down and that, she decided, that was exactly what she was going to do.

“Good morning, Miss,” said the man at the front entrance. “How many for breakfast?”

“It’s just me,” Phyllis said.

“I see. That’s too bad but let’s see if we can find you some company.”

It was too bad, Phyllis thought. It would have been nice if Janet had been able to join her. She could have used the company.

The maitre d’ led her through the dining room and then to a table that already had most of the places filled. “Would you mind sitting here?” he asked.

Phyllis shook her head. She was fine sitting here she told the man.

It turned out the rest of her tablemates were part of a family reunion from Indiana over which an elderly woman seemed to preside. “Hmmph,” the older woman said. “I don’t know why they put her here with us.”

The woman was right, Phyllis thought even as she shifted uncomfortably. She felt like a fifth wheel here. It would have been better if they’d found someplace else for her to sit. In fact, she was about to raise her hand to get the maitre d’s attention.

“Stop that.”

Phyllis’s head swung around. It was a middle-aged woman and she was looking at a girl who looked to be about twelve. “But mom,” the twelve-year-old protested.

“Don’t but mom me,” the woman said. “I’m telling you. You’d better learn how to behave.”

Phyllis suddenly sat up a little straighter. All of the sudden, it seemed important to make a good impression.

“So what’s your name, honey?” said the older woman.

“It’s Phyllis.”

“Is this your first cruise?”

“It is.”

“You enjoying yourself so far?”

“So far.”

The waiter came back to the table. “Have you folks decided what you’re going to order,” he asked, “or do you need some more time?”

“We’re ready,” the matriarch said.

Orders were made and when it got to the younger woman, she ordered coffee. “Oh, Elise,” the older woman said. “Come on. You know you should have juice first thing in the morning.”

“But mom—”

“Juice first thing,” the older woman said.

“Fine. I’ll have orange juice,” the younger woman said.

That was funny, Phyllis thought. She’d been intending to have coffee herself but now …

“And you, Miss,” the waiter said.

“Juice,” Phyllis said. “I’ll have juice.”

Phyllis couldn’t help but notice the boy sitting next to her as he looked her way. He wasn’t that much younger than her actually, but just what the hell was he looking at, she wondered.

After the waiter had left, the matriarch continued to hold court and all the while, Phyllis had the feeling that the boy sitting beside her was watching her.

“So what are you going to do today?” the matriarch asked Phyllis.

“I don’t know,” Phyllis said. “I heard there was a line dance class or something,” she recalled.

“Line dancing? Why would you want to do that?”

Phyllis shrugged. She wasn’t even sure why she’d said it. It was just something that she’d recalled hearing about.

“A cute girl like you, you should spend some time by the pool. Let the boys get a look at you. You did say you were single, didn’t you?”

Phyllis nodded.

“That’s what you should do then,” the older woman said.

Maybe she was right, Phyllis thought. Maybe she should spend some time by the pool.

Breakfast progressed and finally, it had come to an end. The matriarch gathered up her minions even as Phyllis stepped out of the restaurant. Maybe she should go to her cabin, Phyllis told herself. She could get her bikini and she could go to the pool.

She was standing by the elevators when she realized there was someone with her. She turned to find the boy who’d been beside her at the table. “Hello,” she said. “Your name’s Mark, right?”

The boy was looking at her. “That’s right,” he said.

“Where’s the rest of your family?”

“I snuck away.”

“Oh. Okay.” Phyllis wasn’t sure what else she should say.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“No. I don’t mind.”

“I was watching you at breakfast today and you don’t seem to be able to stand up for yourself. I almost think if I asked you to suck my cock, you’d actually do it.”

Phyllis was shocked. She’d thought the boy was nice but she was starting to think she was wrong. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Mark.”

“Why not?”

Why not indeed. It was a very good question. “How old are you, Mark?” His next answer would determine what she said next.

“Eighteen. Why?”

“Then you’re old enough to know better.”

“To know better than what?”

“To know better than to say something like that to a lady.”

The boy seemed to think that over. “Maybe you’re right,” the boy said. “But I still think maybe you should suck my cock.”

God, what a pig, Phyllis thought. His mother certainly hadn’t raised him right and she might have told him so if it weren’t for the fact that she wanted to suck his cock.

“Well?” he asked.

“Well what?”

“Is there something you want to do?”

Damn. She really needed to control herself, Phyllis thought.

“Got nothing to say,” the boy said. “Or maybe you just need to see it first.”

See what, Phyllis thought.

“Why don’t you just take my cock out of my pants.”

She wasn’t going to take his cock out of his pants, Phyllis thought, only even as she was thinking it, she realized she already had Mark’s pants unzipped and she was sliding her hand inside.

“I think maybe you need to get a better look at my cock,” the boy said. “Why don’t you get down on your knees.”

Get down on her knees. Sure. She could do that.

Now take my cock out.

People were walking by. Phyllis knew that but she also knew she just couldn’t stop herself. She took Mark’s cock out of his pants.

“Oh yeah,” the boy groaned. “I’ve never had anyone suck my cock before but I think maybe you should do it.”

Sure, Phyllis thought. Sure, she could do it. In fact, she’d be happy to do it and with that, she opened her mouth and she slid herself down around the man’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” Mark groaned. “Oh fuck. That’s good.”

Phyllis couldn’t agree more. She knew it was wrong but she knew she had to.

“Oh God,” the boy groaned. “Oh God. You’re going to make me cum.”

Phyllis couldn’t help herself. She had to keep sucking that cock.

“Oh my God. I’m going to cum,” they boy moaned. “Oh my God. I’m going to cum. I want you to take it. I want you to take my cum.”

That was what she wanted to, Phyllis realized. She wanted to take his cum.

“You’re going to swallow it,” Mark said. “You’re going to swallow it ‘cause you love my cum.”

Of course he was right, Phyllis realized. She did love his cum and she wanted him to cum in her mouth. That way, she could swallow his cum because it was what she really wanted.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

Oh yeah, Phyllis thought. Oh yeah. It felt so good to have him cum in her mouth.

“What have we here?”

Phyllis knew there was a man standing over her, a man in a uniform and Phyllis knew that just couldn’t possibly be a good thing but that didn’t stop her. She had to suck that cock and she had to drink down every last drop.

“Stop that right now.”

She stopped and she looked up at the officer.

“What the hell’s the matter with you two,” the man asked.

“It was all her fault,” the boy said. “She said she wanted to and I said we shouldn’t, but she did it anyway.”

The officer looked at Phyllis. “Is this true?”

Phyllis knew that wasn’t completely true but she found she just couldn’t say no.

“Is this true?” the man asked again and this time, Phyllis just nodded numbly. She wasn’t even sure why. She just did it.

“All right then, you better come with me, Miss. You’re free to go,” he told Mark.

For the next hour, Phyllis found herself being interrogated by various members of the crew but at some point in time, after they found out how open she was to making amends for her transgressions, she found herself under house arrest servicing various members of the ship’s crew.

It was morning again and Janet was passed out. That was hardly a surprise. Janet was always passed out.

Phyllis barely glanced at the daily planner. In fact, one look was all it took. It was February 2nd all over again.

What the hell was she going to do with herself.

Actually, that was the worst part of the whole thing. She knew exactly what she was going to do with herself. She was going to take a shower. She was going to put on her shorts and her top and there’d be a man in the hallway arguing with someone inside his cabin and then …

And then she was going to end up being a slut all over again.

This had to stop, and that’s when she took another look at her friend and a wicked, little smile started to spread over her face. Who’d know, she told herself. Oh sure, she’d know, but no one else would know.

She jumped on Janet’s bed and she shook her friend. “Wake up,” she said.

Janet woke with a start and then she looked up at her friend. “Oh my God,” she said suddenly, “you scared me.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to have some fun.”

Janet was looking at her friend now in earnest. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked.

“Into me? What do you mean?”

“You’re different somehow.”

Phyllis leaped at the suggestion. Was it possible her friend saw something that no one else did? “Different?” she asked. “Different how?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look closer. Do you see something?”

“I don’t see nothing. Listen, can you get off of me?”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean by no?”

“I mean no. I mean I want to have some fun.”

“I don’t get it. What’s gotten into you, Phil?”

“Nothing’s gotten into me,” Phyllis said again. “I just want to have some fun,” and just to make sure her friend knew what she wanted, she leaned down and kissed her friend.

“Phylllis!”

“What?”

“I didn’t know you went that way.”

“I don’t,” Phyllis said. “I’m just curious.”

“Curious about what?”

“I think you know what I’m curious about,” and then just in case her friend didn’t know, she pushed a hand down inside Janet’s panties.

“Phyllis,” her friend said sharply and then her voice changed as her friend’s hand rubbed up against her pussy. “Oh my God. Phyllis.”

“I think someone likes this.”

“I … no.”

“I think you do,” Phyllis said, “but there’s only one way to know for sure.”

“How’s that?”

“I think we need to get you out of your panties.”

“No,” Janet whimpered. “No.”

“Say yes,” her friend said.

Janet didn’t say anything at all but at least she wasn’t saying no anymore and Phyllis took that as a good sign. In fact, that was all the invitation that she needed to slide her friend’s panties down her legs.

“What’s gotten into you?” Janet muttered.

But Phyllis wasn’t about to answer.. Instead, she just moved down and then she knelt between her friend’s legs.

“Oh my God,” Janet moaned when she felt her friend’s tongue on her clit and then she moaned again. “Oh my God.”

It wasn’t that hard, Phyllis told herself. She just imagined what she’d want someone to do to her and then she did the same thing to her friend and it must have been that Janet wanted it, too, because it wasn’t long before she wasn’t complaining at all.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

Phyllis’s tongue kept working her friend’s clit and the more she worked, the more her friend moaned and the more her friend moaned, the harder Phyllis licked.

“Oh my God,” she moaned a little more frantically. “Oh my God.”

Janet was going to cum. Phyllis realized that now. Not that long ago when she’d woken up, she hadn’t thought that she’d be doing this but now that she was … mmm, now that she was, she really wanted to do her good.

“Oh my God,” Janet cried out. “Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum. Oh my God. I want you to do it. Oh my God. Make me cum.”

Phyllis licked her friend harder.

“Oh my God,” Janet screamed. “Oh my God. You’re doing it. Oh my God. You’re making me cum.”

Phyllis kept licking her friend even as Janet’s pussy continued to cum and when it seemed that Janet’s pussy had cum as much as it was going to, she just kept right on licking it.

“No,” Janet pleaded. “No. No more please.”

“But I want to lick your pussy.”

“Oh my God. I … I want you to lick it, too,” and then Janet seemed to stop as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just said. “I want you to lick it, too,” she said, “but I need to rest.”

“You can rest later.”

“No. No, I want to … I want to lick your pussy.”

“Really?”

Even Janet wasn’t sure she’d meant what she’d just said, but she had said it. “Sure,” she said. “Really. I want to eat your pussy.”

And that was how Janet found herself between her friend’s legs. She was tentative at first. She still wasn’t sure she wanted to do this.

“If you’re not going to do it right,” Phyllis said, “you might as well let me do you.”

“I’ll do it,” Janet said.

But after a couple more futile attempts, Phyllis spoke up again. “Maybe you ought to just let me do it.”

“I said I’d do it.”

“I don’t think you can.”

“I can too do it,” Janet said as she rose to the challenge.

“All right then. Let’s see you do it then. Let’s see you eat that pussy.”

“You’re really going to make me do this?”

“I’m not making you do anything.”

“Fine. I’ll show you,” and with that, Janet finally applied herself to her friend’s pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Phyllis moaned. “Now you’re doing it.”

“You like this?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I’ll bet you’re going to like it even better when I do this.”

Phyllis couldn’t help but moan as her friend’s tongue savaged her clit. Did she like it? Yeah. She most certainly did.

Janet was asleep again and Phyllis was hardly surprised. She didn’t even have to look at her daily planner to know what day it was. It was the same day it had been the day before.

She took her shower and she put on her shorts and her t-shirt just as she knew she’d do and she stepped out into the hallway.

There was the man again. “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.”

“What is your problem?” she asked irritably.

The man blinked and he looked around. “Are you talking to me?”

“I don’t see anyone else here,” Phyllis said, “so I guess I must be talking to you. Who are you talking to in there?”

“It’s my wife.”

“You always talk to your wife that way.”

“Talk to her what way?”

“You always tell her you’re going to go check out the babes by the pool?”

“Not that it’s any of your business,” the man said, “but this is our first vacation in three years, and my wife thinks she just has to log into work. I was just trying to get her to loosen up.”

Phyllis stuck her head in the cabin and sure enough, there was a middle-aged woman with her laptop out. “Hey,” she said. “Either you come out of that cabin right now, or I’m going to come in there and lick your pussy, and after that, I’m going to take your husband to my cabin and I’m going to let him fuck me all day long.”

That finally got the woman’s attention. “What’d you say to me?”

“I don’t think I have to repeat myself. You heard me.”

“Well I never.”

“Yeah, I can believe that but if you don’t log the hell off and have a little fun, you never will either. The choice is yours.”

The woman just stared at her. “You’re a slut.”

“Fine. If you say so but if you don’t get your ass out of there, I’m going to let your husband fuck me. In fact, I’m going to insist on it. What do you say?”

The woman finally closed her laptop. “I trust Henry,” the woman said finally. “You on the other hand, I don’t trust at all so I guess I better keep an eye on you.”

Phyllis just smiled. “Whatever you say,” she said. “Whatever you say,” and with that, Phyllis just smiled as she walked away. Let the other woman think whatever she wanted to think about her. It wasn’t like she actually knew the woman and the odds that she’d actually see her after the trip was over were practically nil so if the other woman thought she was a slut, so what.

She decided to go up on deck and hang out by the pool. There was just something so cool about being able to sit by the pool in early February.

She found a chair and she sat down. It would have been nice if she’d come up in her bikini but it was okay. She could always go down later and get it if she wanted to later.

She must have fallen asleep, she told herself later. At least it felt like a dream, and it was weird, too. In her dream, Dr. White was there, the older man from her dinner table only he wasn’t doing anything. Well, he was doing something. He was rubbing her neck and he was applying oil to her body, but he wasn’t doing anything else.

And the weird thing was Dr. White was old. Okay, maybe he was kind of distinguished but he was still old so why the hell was she having a dream about him putting oil on her body.

She came to with a start. What time was it, she wondered, and why did she feel like something was different.

She needed … she wasn’t sure what, but she needed … she needed to go somewhere.

She pulled herself out of the pool area but she didn’t even make it out of the pool area before she ran into Lana Markham but she barely recognized the young cheerleader and she might not have recognized her if the girl hadn’t called her by name first.

The girl had certainly changed since … since when had she seen her last. It seemed like it had been forever but if she was reliving the same day over and over again, then really, it must have just been the night before but that girl that she’d met at the dinner table, she’d been a brunette and this girl was a blond, but the most significant change wasn’t above the neck. It was below it. The girl’s tits seemed to have grown incredibly overnight.

“Phyllis,” the girl said brightly. “I see you’ve been to see the doctor, too.”

“What?”

“You’ve been to see the doctor.”

“What doctor?”

“You know. The doctor.”

“I don’t understand.”

It was clear that Lana was starting to get upset. “The doctor,” she said again. “You’ve got tits like mine,” the girl said, “so you must have gone to see the doctor.”

Phyllis was about to object when something stopped her. It couldn’t be, she told herself. and yet with everything else that had happened so far, who was she to say what could and couldn’t be. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said.

Lana nodded. “Sure thing,” she said, “but sometime, you got to tell me how you like your tits. Me, I love them.”

Phyllis nodded but already she was moving away. She just had to find a bathroom and the sooner she found one the better.

It didn’t take long to find the bathroom and it took even less time to see what had happened to her.

Her hair was a golden blond that flowed past her shoulders and where she’d been wearing shorts and a t-shirt before, she was now wearing the skimpiest bikini which showed off her figure. She’d never thought she’d had a bad figure before but now … now she had wide hips and a small waist and of course, what was most amazing, her breasts were big and full. There was no one here in the bathroom so she pulled back her bikini top and she looked inside.

Oh my God. They were real, and now that she thought about it, she realized she looked just like Lana.

Oh my fucking God.

So what the hell was she going to do?

One thing was for certain. She couldn’t spend the rest of the day holed up here in this bathroom and now that the thought was in her mind, she realized she didn’t want to spend her time in here. She still didn’t know how she’d gotten this body but now that she had it, she wanted to show it off even if it was only going to last for a day.

And that was it. It really was going to only last for a day. She really could do whatever she wanted.

She went back out by the pool. Almost immediately, her eyes found Lana. The little cheerleader, well not so little anymore Phyllis corrected herself, but the cheerleader had apparently found some guy who’d gotten her interest because she was sitting astride his body while he sat by the pool.

Phyllis shook her head. She hadn’t thought the girl was such a slut, but really, she’d only met her a couple of days before. What really did she know about her?

On the other hand, it was kind of hot seeing the girl do that but Phyllis couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take before someone from the cruise ship like told her to knock it off.

But almost as quickly as her eyes had found Lana, she realized something else. Lana wasn’t the only one who was the center of attraction and the more she found guys with their eyes glued to her body, the hotter, she got.

What’s happening to me, she wondered.

Whatever it was, she liked it.

She needed a drink but as soon as she stepped to the bar, there were guys all around her. “Can I get you something?” the bartender asked.

“I’ll buy her whatever she wants,” said one of the guys at the bar.

“No me,” said another. “You can put it on my room tab.”

Oh my God. They were actually arguing over who was going to get to buy her a drink. This was so fucking hot.

There was one guy she really liked. “What about you?” she asked. “Do you want to buy me a drink?”

“Sure. What are you going to have?”

“Something fruity,” she said. “I don’t know. Something like a daiquiri maybe.”

“Sure. What kind?”

“Strawberry daiquiri.”

The man looked at the bartender. “Fix her up, will you?” he said.

This was so cool. It wasn’t like a guy hadn’t bought her a drink before, but that was like on a date. This was something else. This was more casual. It wasn’t like he felt obligated or anything like that. It was because he wanted her and it was making her hot.

Phyllis sidled up to the man. He looked like he was a little older than her. Probably not more than thirty, she figured. Sandy hair and a nice smile, but it was his eyes that she really liked. They were this neat kind of ice blue kind of color. “I really appreciate this,” she said.

The man slid a hand around her waist. “Sure thing,” he said. “Think nothing of it.”

“No,” Phyllis said as she slid a hand between his legs. “You don’t understand. I really appreciate it.”

The man looked down at her hand. “I guess I can see that.”

“Do you like my tits?” God, why did she suddenly sound like a fucking airhead. That wasn’t what she was but it was like suddenly now that she had this new body, suddenly, she had to show it off.

The man was looking at her tits now. “They’re definitely nice,” he said. “Are they real?”

“What do you mean? Of course they’re real.”

“Really? Because I thought when I saw you come on board—”

“You saw me come on board?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Are you sure? I mean … was she blond like me? Did she have tits like mine?”

“Well, no.”

“Then it must have not have been me,” Phyllis said.

“It must not have been,” the man agreed.

“But you say you like my tits?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Did you want to see more of them?”

“Excuse me.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to see them even more. I mean, I keep seeing you look down at them. I was just wondering …”

“You’re serious.”

“Of course. Why not?”

The man grinned. “Well, if you’re sure—”

“This isn’t an unlimited time offer. If you don’t want to—”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

“So you do want to?”

The man was now looking at Phyllis’s tits with undisguised lust. “Yeah,” he said.

“Yeah? Yeah what?”

“Yeah. I want to see them.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mike. What’s your’s?”

“Phyllis.”

“Well, Phyllis, if you really want to?”

“I said I wanted to,” and she did want to. After all, why not? She’d never had a guy want her for her tits before so why the hell not and besides, tomorrow would be back the way it was before. “I said I wanted to,” Phyllis said, “so if you want to—”

“Oh, I want to.”

“Then come on,” Phyllis said.

She took her down to her cabin. She was hoping Janet wasn’t going to be there when she and Mike got there but it couldn’t be helped if she was.

“This is where I am,” Phyllis said as she pushed the door open. Yes, she thought as she saw the cabin was dark. Ha. Janet was out. This was perfect. She had the cabin all to herself. “So what do you want to see first?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

Phyllis took off her top and she loved the way Mike’s eyes just seemed to devour her tits but then his eyes weren’t the only things he had on her because they were followed quickly by his hands.

Phyllis’s hands stroked the front of the man’s pants. “I can see someone likes this.”

“Who wouldn’t?” the man groaned.

“You know what I want?”

“What?”

“I want you to fuck my tits.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She wasn’t about to tell Mike that she’d never had a man fuck her like that before. She wasn’t about to tell him that she’d always wondered what that would feel like, but as long as she had tits like these, even if it were only for a day, she was going to take advantage of the situation.

“I’m game,” he said.

“Not yet but you will be.”

“Huh?”

Phyllis dropped down on her bed and her hands tugged at Mike’s shorts. “Let’s see what we have in here.”

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

“I think you’re going to like this,” Phyllis said and then she wrapped her lips around his cock.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again.

“I told you you were going to like it,” Phyllis said and then she once more applied her lips to his cock.

“Oh fuck.”

“I think you know what I want.”

“You do, do ya?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Lie back then.”

Phyllis laid back and the man straddled her body.

“Push those tits together,” he said.

Again, Phyllis did as she was told and this time, the man slid his cock between her tits.

“How’s that feel?”

“It feels good.”

“Yeah?”

“But you know what I want?”

“I want you to cum on my tits.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding? I want you to cum on my tits.”

“Um, okay.”

“That’s it. Just okay?”

“I can do it.”

“Then show me.”

The man groaned. “I’m going to show you,” he said.

“Yeah?”

The man groaned and this time, he was cumming. This time, he was cumming all over Phyllis’s big tits.

The next day, when Phyllis woke up and right away, she knew something was different.

The first thing she noticed was the most obvious thing. Her tits were still just as huge as they had been before and even so, that didn’t register right away. It was like she knew there was something wrong but she just couldn’t remember what it was.

Her mind was sluggish. She’d been that way before but she just couldn’t remember when. It seemed like only yesterday but it wasn’t but her mind was sluggish as if it were just so hard to think.

The next think she noticed was horny as all hell. It was like even if her mind wasn’t so confused all the time, it still would have been hr. to think because her mind kept getting itself all filled up with images of sex.

The door to her cabin opened and Janet walked in. “Hey. You’re finally up.”

Phyllis just nodded numbly.

“It’s about time. You can’t sleep all day you know.”

Again, Phyllis nodded but damn her roommate was hot. She hadn’t realized she liked girls. Of course it wasn’t like she didn’t like boys either. It was just that as horny as she was, she liked girls, too.

Janet picked up the daily planner. It’s the 3rd,” she said. “We got another day at sea. What do you want to do?”

Phyllis knew what she wanted to do and it had nothing to do with the date. “Come here,” she said.

Finally, everything was the way it had been meant to be.