The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons (or companies), living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.
It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to skip this one.
This story contains m/f and f/f sexual encounters.
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Tara was beginning to think that she needed to rethink her "let's go see the world" philosophy. She had gotten tired of living in a small town. Her high school graduating class had consisted of fifty people, and that was considered a busy year. Tara had played sports (even football, as the kicker), participated in school functions and excelled in academics. Not because she was really all that interested in any of it, but because the more things she had to occupy her mind, the less likely it was that she would go mad. Her parents had wanted her to stay on and help at the farm like her older brother and sister had done. Tara had wanted out. Her original plan had been to join the military, but she realized that she wasn't looking to be in an even more disciplined lifestyle than she was accustomed to. She had seen an advertisement in the paper once: it was one of those general ads that circulated in newspapers across the country from time to time.
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For Tara, it had sounded like a dream come true. She filled out one of their generic applications online, got the call, got hired, and she found herself on her way to sea. As a maid. She didn't care at first. It was a start, and she would still get an opportunity to see some spectacular places. Her first voyage was on a huge cruise ship heading up to Alaska. She was told that some of the ice formations she would see were breathtaking. So she rolled up her sleeves around her tanned, well-toned farm girl arm's and went to work.
Things weren't too bad at first. She wound up bunking with a thirty-year-old woman who had been with the company for about five years. She was sweet and sassy, with all the stories and attitude of a truck-stop waitress, but the face and body of one of those models from the men's magazines. Her generous curves made Tara very self-conscious of her own unexciting body. She was pretty enough with her long brown hair and big blue eyes, and had attracted quite a bit of attention from those Kansas farm boys she had grown up with. She was slim with a fairly tight little ass. But her breasts were on the smallish side, only warranting a small A-cup, and they seemed particularly small when compared with her companions 36-DD's. The woman's name was Keira, and she was a very funny woman. She showed Tara the ropes and the ship. From the first tour she had taken, she was amazed by the size of it all. Those ocean liners were literally floating cities that were bigger than the town she grew up in regards to their capacity. She had seen the western coast of the United States, gazed out at the Pacific Ocean and had been captivated by it all.
But as with most things, the bloom was off the rose after a week. At that moment, she and Keira were cleaning up one of the luxury cabins while its occupants were having lunch. The room was a wreck, and there was a used condom dripping lazily from the ceiling fan.
"I am NOT touching that!" said Tara.
"Don't fret it darlin'," Keira said, enjoying the young woman's discomfort. Everyone freaked out a bit the first time they found one of those. "I'm just wondering how he got it up there. Either he was a really good throw, really lucky, or really happy to see someone." She got up on the bed and grabbed it with one gloved hand. She looked at it closely. "Looks like an extra-large. Someone must've had a good time this morning!"
Tara started to tremble. "So gross," she said and started to strip the bed. "Oh God! Another one! And . . . and it's full!"
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That evening, back at their cabin . . .
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Tara was dead on her feet. It seemed that the longer people stayed at sea, the wilder they became, and she had been forced to clean some VERY interesting messes that day. She sat on her bed, listening to Keira get ready for her night out. She and some of the other off duty personnel met at one of the ships many lounges after their shifts were up to discuss who had the weirdest day. Tara never got invited to those gatherings. It seems that she was too young. So she'd stay in the room and watch in-house movies.
Keira came out, looking like dark-haired sex bomb. She had on a low-cut, tight red top that showed off a tremendous amount of cleavage. Add in some black stretch-pants and red high heels, and she would have looked at home at almost any club on Earth.
"You look like hell, girl."
"I don't see how you can do it," Tara whined, curling her legs so she could rub her aching feet.
"Here, let me get that," Keira said, pulling up a chair and taking one of Tara's feet in her hands. Tara had to admit that her roommate was doing a much better job than she herself could do. Keira rubbed that foot for a few minutes before place the bottom of the foot on her ample chest, then started massaging Tara's lower leg. Tara caught herself staring at Keira's cleavage more than once.
'It's just because that's where my foot is resting,' she tried convincing herself. But her eyes kept drifting back.
"Listen," said Keira after a while, "why don't you come out with us tonight?"
"But I'm too young to drink," Tara replied. But she was a little excited. She'd never been invited to come along before.
"You don't have to. Just through on your casuals and we'll go." Keira temporarily switched to her Tara's other foot.
Tara was increasingly captivated by the woman's breasts. She wished she had a pair even half as big. 'Why the hell am I thinking about this?' she questioned. "I don't . . . really have any party clothes."
