"I can't afford the side trip to Machu Picchu, Peter."
"Neither can I, Debbie."
The student cruise had reached Lima, the next-to-last port before we returned to the U. S. The third payment of my stipend as a junior faculty member was pretty much spent, and I wouldn't be paid again until we reached Los Angeles. I was pretty poor and I wanted to see Machu Picchu, but it cost too much.
"The guide on the bus gave me his card and said he could take us up into the mountains to an interesting city. He needs a minimum of six people. We could split his fee if he'll make sure we can afford the travel and the hotel."
"My boyfriend Mike wants to go. Let's ask around and see if we can round up three more."
Within an hour we had our six. In addition to Debbie and Mike there was Marjorie, a 26-year-old undergraduate, and Janet and MP, roommates and sophomores.
Marcos spoke fractured but very understandable English. He whisked us to the train station and for the next eight hours we rode a cog railroad up the mountains to Huancayo, at 10,000 feet a world apart from sea-level Lima. The route was breathtaking, not only because of the change in altitude but because we were crammed in with hundreds of local people, not only the only tourists but seemingly the only people not born in the mountains.
I spotted a girl, who couldn't have been more than 15. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had the classic Peruvian Indian features, color, dress, and smile. She also had a baby on her hip and another one in hand.
We got to the city just before dark and walked to our hotel. Marcos had arranged for three double rooms (with two large beds) and a single room for himself, something he clearly did regularly as the desk clerk greeted him warmly. There was one bathroom for the whole floor.
I didn't particularly relish sleeping with Marjorie. She was bland and not much of a conversationalist. She was one of the few students who wore dresses from time to time, but they didn't do much for her.
Janet and MP, on the other hand, seemed perfectly happy to be with each other. I caught up with MP, who was chattier than her Janet, and took her aside. "Can we sleep together tonight, MP?"
"Go to hell."
Marjorie and I tossed our bags on the beds and joined the others for dinner. The four-course meal that Marcos picked out for us was light on meat, strong on local vegetables and fruits, and came with a very good bottle of Peruvian wine (who knew Peruvians made wine?). We left the restaurant around 10 and walked back to the hotel.
Debbie and Mike headed for bed right away, and Marcos disappeared, probably to join friends elsewhere. Marjorie and I joined Janet and MP in their room and talked for a while. Marjorie drifted off to our room. I was lying beside MP on her bed and Janet was on hers when I started to rub MP's back. She squirmed closer to me even as she kept up the conversation with us both. I moved my hand up her back and played with her bra, and she leaned into me.
"I'm going to get my stuff, I'll be right back, MP," I said, and walked across the hall to my room. Marjorie was sitting on the edge of her bed when I came in and looked expectantly at me. I said "hi," avoided her eyes, grabbed my bag, and left.
I tossed my bag on a chair and lay down on MP's bed. I had no idea what the two had said while I was gone, but when I came back Janet gave me an angry look and left the room.
I looked at MP, not knowing what to expect.
"MP, I didn't want to be hurtful. It's just that I do want to be with you tonight."
"While you were gone Janet and I talked. She understands."
We kissed and suddenly were oh-so-delicately taking each other's pants off, kissing, removing shoes, kissing, then throwing off shirts and kissing. Her white bra came off easily. We both started for each other's underwear at the same time.
"You first."
"No, you."
"That's okay, you can do it."
"No, I can wait."
We couldn't help it — we laughed at ourselves, being polite as we were stripping each other for sex.
MP's slight hips and luxuriant bush pulled me right in as soon as we were on the bed. I tongued her opening and she grabbed my head. "Later, Peter, I want you now."
She spread her legs and I wet my fingers to lubricate my cock. I was in her in a single thrust. She knew what she liked and we rode each other quickly, first with me on top but soon enough we switched to her riding my cock.
"MP, you are taking me, squeeze me, fuck me, you're so strong."
"Push, Peter, push, put it all the way in, I love it."
She pulled off my cock as far as was possible without losing it, and I was about to grab her hips and pull her down when she started her descent, oh so slowly, stopping to squeeze every half inch or so with her vaginal muscles. Before she was down, she sent me over the edge. As I came she swung back and forth on my cock, in her own world. "Oh yes oh yes, oh oh oh, I'm cumming." Finally she slowed and fell forward onto me.
"Uh, MP, you ever do this before?"
"Why no, Peter, this is my first time. Did I do it right?"
"You're okay."
"Oh thank you for the compliment, Peter. I'm so glad you've been honest with me. Will you help me get better?"
"Yes, but there will be a small fee."
"How much?"
"Not cash, in kind."
We dissolved into giggles and hugged each other. There was cum all over, but we didn't care. Eventually I went to the bathroom, peed, and brought a warm washcloth to clean her and the bed.
MP was all Oklahoma. Land rush great-great grandfather, two generations of local business, grandfather went bankrupt in the Depression but stayed. Raised two kids, one of them her father. She was happily a junior at the University of Oklahoma in Norman but felt there might be more to life than being an Okie. Her grades and scholarship got her enough money to afford the cruise, or at least the half-year part that was nearing its end, 12 days from now.
"MP, I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I never knew you existed on the ship. How did I miss you?"
"I'm a bookworm, Peter. I read a lot, for classes and for fun. I've dated a couple of the surfer boys and spent the entire time we were in Brazil learning how to surf. But otherwise it's been read and learn, read and learn."
"Can I learn some more from you?" I said, perkily, reaching for her breasts.
"Peter, that wore me out. Can we save it for the morning?"
At about five I woke up to a soft, warm mouth on my cock. A quick mental check revealed that it was MP's mouth, my cock, in a hotel room, in Huancayo, Peru. We started slowly but built to a heart-pounding climax, all conducted quietly lest we wake the neighbors. I came as MP pulled me into her time and again with one of her heels in the crack of my ass.
Janet and Marjorie were distinctly cold to us, but Mike and Debby saw nothing amiss. Marcos took us around the city, showing us the local markets, the seventeenth-century cathedral, and the cocoa farms which drove the economy. On the train ride back to Lima we again marveled at the steep drop-offs from the cog railroad.
When we got back on board the ship that night, MP refused my request that she spend the night with me.
"I don't know Marjorie, but Janet is a really nice girl. We more than get along, we enjoy each other's company. I didn't do anything I haven't done with my roommate at school, but she doesn't understand the etiquette. I want to make it square with her, so I'm going to sleep in my own bed tonight."
She paused, then said "but tomorrow night, if you want . ."
MP and I would be lovers the rest of the voyage. She was a wanton woman in the best sense of the word, very knowledgeable about what she wanted and liked and willing to give the same consideration to her lover. When she showed up at the final session of my "World Studies" class and motioned to her crotch, I just told them all good-bye and headed for my cabin.
Acapulco was our last port. It was the chance for the students to unwind and party. Nearly a hundred left the ship there to head for their schools' next semester. The night before we talked about what we wanted to do there.
"I'm still feeling bad about how I chased Janet out of our room in Huancayo, Peter. I've decided that she and I will go off and just be together. Her parents have some friends who have a condo there and want to show her the countryside, and I'm going to tag along. It's a chance to see something I'll probably never see again."
"What about us?" I heard in my voice the plaintive sound of someone being politely excused from a relationship.
