Chapter 50

Ed carried the beach bag with their towels and lotion as he followed Rachel down the beach to the waiting boat. They would be ferried out to the catamaran in this smaller boat. The catamaran was moored out in the bay and Ed was excited to get on board. There was supposed to be a large open area at the front where the only surface was a large net you could lie on to see the water below. Rachel made sure they arrived early so they could try to get seats up by that net. It was first come first served. Dale and Tristan were right behind them.

The small boat got them out to the catamaran quickly and they climbed on board. The larger boat was beautiful! They made their way forward and sure enough there was the open net. He grinned back at Rachel and her face lit up with a smile of her own. The 'net' turned out to be wide straps so it was comfortable to lie on. Rachel sat down next to Ed and Dale and Tristan on the opposite side. They could slide down and lie flat on the net side by side and there was still room at the far end of the net for two more guests. Ed took the position furthest out so he could feel the spray and the wind. Dale took the other end with the ladies in the middle.

More guests began to arrive and the boat filled quickly. There was a 30 passenger limit and to Ed it felt like double that but Rachel assured him there was probably only 20 other guests. He supposed he was just a little over sensitive.

Just before they got underway a young couple came by and asked if the space on the net next to them was open. Ed nodded and they smiled and got settled. Ed caught a flash of gold out of the corner of his eye and saw the young woman was tying her sandy blond hair back and her ear was now exposed. She had gold rings, lots of them, running up the outer edge of her ears. She noticed his stare and smiled.

"You like my earrings?" she said with a lovely accent he couldn't place.

"Yes, I've never seen so many!" Ed said in awe.

Her smile turned into a pleased grin at his wonder. Ed noticed the boyfriend giving him a hard look so he turned back to face Rachel. He heard the woman say something in another language to the man. She sounded annoyed and the man's response sounded… mean? It could have just been the language. Then silence.

It was to be a five hour cruise with lunch and snorkeling by an island. They'd have beach time then the cruise back. Ed hoped he hadn't started an argument and ruined the day for them.

Ed picked up Rachel's hand and pressed it against his lips. She had been so wonderful with him the night before. He felt so much better. Rachel squirmed as his lips travelled over her knuckles and she finally pulled her hand away and shook her finger at him. He saw her nipples were pressing against the tight cups of her red bikini top. He looked away quickly as he felt a familiar twitch in his bathing suit. Tristan and Dale were smiling at them and Ed smiled back. The young man wasn't smiling when Ed looked towards the bow. Ed sighed. Nothing he could do about that.

Ed tugged his shirt off and pulled the suntan lotion out of the bag as he tucked the shirt inside. Rachel took the bottle from his hand and squirted some in her palm then handed it back to him. He began rubbing lotion on his chest and stomach while Rachel got his back. He'd already done his face, arms, and legs back in the room. He had to twist his body to face the bow so Rachel could reach his back properly.

Ed tried not to look at the couple before him but there was an almost tangible quality to the man's glare. Looking the other way he saw an appreciative gaze from the woman who was smiling openly at him. She cried out in sudden pain and a string of coarse sounding words flew from her lips at her companion as she rubbed her hip. He'd kicked her?

He looked to the man and he was firing some coarse words back at the woman. He suddenly stood and made his way to the back of the boat pulling a cigarette from a pack.

Ed looked at the woman who was still rubbing her leg. "Are you alright?"

She smiled and shrugged. "Sergo can be a jealous prick sometimes. I am Katrina. Please, call me Kat."

"Hello Kat, I'm Ed. This is Rachel, Tristan, and Dale," he said, making the introductions. Kat nodded to each of them with a smile. They traded hotel names. Ed thought he recalled seeing hers when they were driving around.

"I'm not familiar with your accent. It's very nice," Ed said.

"We're Georgian." Seeing Ed's confusion she continued "A country near Turkey on the Black Sea."

"Ah, we're from the States," Ed replied.

Kat smiled. "Yes, I recognized your accent."

Ed looked at her in surprise. "I have an accent?"

Kat began to laugh and the others smiled at his innocence.

"I think you are a very sweet man, Ed from the United States, but I had better go find Sergo. I can leave our bags here?"

Ed nodded to her and she made her way to the back. He slid down until he was fully reclining on the mesh. It was heavenly. Rachel ran her fingers through his hair and he purred with contentment.

He must have fallen asleep as he suddenly jerked awake to the sound of shouting. Sergo and Kat were flaring at each other across the netting. Kat was sitting up on the center beam with her feet on the surface near Ed's shoulders. Sergo was sitting up on the hull across from her. Both were shouting and gesturing at him. Ed got annoyed.

"Hey! People are trying to relax here. Keep it down!"

Sergo gave him a condescending look and rattled off something directed at him.

Ed just looked at him tiredly. "Was that meant to upset or insult me? Or just make you feel brave?"

The look in Sergo's eyes went cold and dangerous. Ed just held his gaze calmly. Eventually Sergo made an odd sucking noise with his teeth, picked up his bag and walked to the back of the boat. Kat looked at Ed nervously. "You shouldn't have questioned his bravery."

Ed looked at Kat. "I wasn't the one hiding behind a language we didn't share."

With a final nervous look Kat grabbed her bag and went to find her boyfriend.

"Americans! Making friends wherever we go!" Dale teased and Ed smiled at him. He relaxed back against the mesh and was soon lulled back to sleep by the waves.

Ed woke once more as the boat anchored near a small reef. It was snorkeling time! Dale and Rachel decided to sit this one out but Ed and Tristan got their equipment. She got a life vest but they didn't have one large enough to fit around Ed's torso. He told them he'd come back to the ship when he got tired. They made their way to the steps leading down to the water and got in.

"How's your swimming?" Tristan asked.

"I'm an excellent swimmer in a pool but again, this is another first for me."

"It's a lot rougher in the ocean," she said with a grin.

They got their masks and snorkels in place and followed the other swimmers. Sergo and Kat could be seen ahead of them. Sergo also didn't have a life vest but he certainly would have fit one. Glancing at each other they veered a little to the side so they didn't get too close to the couple.

Ed was mesmerized by the beauty of the life under the sea. The reef was small but there was so many species of fish and other creatures living on it. It really seemed like an island under the water.

Tristan looked like she was enjoying herself as well. She kept pointing things out to Ed and making squeaky noises in her snorkel. Ed tried his best not to laugh as that flooded his mask.

They followed each other around the reef for thirty minutes and Ed was starting to get really tired. He wasn't exactly a floater with so little body fat.

Suddenly he heard choking and screaming. He lifted his head as did Tristan and they spotted Kat splashing on the surface. No sign of Sergo. Ed cast a quick look at Tristan then dove beneath the surface. He saw the man floating just above the reef. Ed quickly swam to him and dragged him up to the surface. Ed checked and the man wasn't breathing.

He was becoming exhausted but he immediately began pulling Sergo to the boat as that was the only solid surface around. He kicked and pulled for all he was worth and got to the boat's steps quickly. Hands lifted the unconscious man upwards and Ed pulled off his flippers and climbed up after them.

No one seemed to be doing anything so Ed's training kicked in. He concentrated hard and the steps clicked into place. He worked on Sergo as the other guests arrived and a cheer went up as the drowned man began to cough and gasp. Kat and Tristan finally managed to get back on the boat and Kat dropped to her knees next to the coughing man. She was crying and saying something that Ed couldn't understand.

He flopped onto his back and gasped for air as his exhausted muscles twitched and shook. Rachel knelt next to him and put his head on her soft legs. He smiled up at her. "Hello pretty lady."

"I didn't know you were a lifeguard too."

"Didn't I mention I got certified when I had that job working at the community pool?" he said weakly.

"Are you ok?" she asked with concern in her voice.

"I'm just exhausted… and hungry!"

"You're always hungry! Luckily they are about to serve lunch." Rachel pointed to the back.

"Ah! You're an angel!" he gasped and sat up.

Sergo was sitting up as well and was looking at Ed with a sour expression. Kat was speaking quietly and rapidly to him in their language. Finally Sergo raised his hand to indicate he'd heard enough. He looked at Ed again.

"Thank you," was all he said and even that hadn't come across as very sincere. Kat looked furious again.

'You're welcome," was Ed's reply. He had no more time or energy for the man. He didn't wait around for more words as there was food waiting for him.

The staff were delighted he'd been there to save their guest and piled food onto two plates for Ed. They cleared a table for four and Ed's group got to sit together and enjoy the delicious chicken, fish, rice, salads, and vegetables. There was a huge dessert assortment, mostly cookies.

Ed powered through his lunch and ate a few cookies for dessert. Finally he pushed back and patted his tummy to show its little bulge. He was stuffed! He yawned hugely.

"Oh! Sorry about that," he said to his friends.

"I think someone needs a snooze." Rachel said.

"Well I am a little bit tired," Dale admitted with a straight face. Tristan swatted his arm and Dale chuckled. The group made their way back out to the front of the boat.

Kat and Sergo were back in their spot.

"If you do not mind we would like to share this area with you." Kat asked.

"Not at all. We were just going to have a nap," Ed said.

"We will be quiet." Kat replied picking up Ed's hint. He smiled and settled himself down.

"Hang on Ed. You have to reapply your lotion after swimming," Rachel said holding out the bottle. He sighed and took it from her. It took ten minutes to cover all of his exposed skin and that was with Rachel's assistance. His eyelids were drooping when he was done. Using his rolled up towel as a pillow he laid down on his stomach and was out.

When he woke once he felt shadows across his body and the boat was moving once more. He was still on his stomach and felt someone soft pressed against his left arm, sharing his warmth. Opening his eyes he was looking through Rachel's lush red hair. Then he realized he felt someone soft pressed against his right arm. He turned his head and saw sandy blond hair and many, many earrings. Lifting his head he saw the angry eyes of Sergo staring at him from his seated position on the hull. Ed raised an eyebrow in question but Sergo just stood up and walked away carrying his bag.

"Kat."

She stretched out against him, rubbing down the length of his body. She pulled her head back and blinked. "Oh! Ed! I am sorry. I was just trying to stay warm and you are very warm."

"That's OK. Uh, I think Sergo hates me again. He just left if you want to find him."

"No. I am done with him. I have told him that as well. He showed me what kind of man he is when you saved his life. I will not waste my life on a man like that. When we get back to Georgia I am moving back in with my mother."

"If you don't mind me saying it I'm glad to hear that. I know you can do better than him," Ed sighed.

He felt movement on his left side so he turned his head and looked into beautiful blue eyes. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly making Rachel purr. Her eyes widened when Kat sat up leaning on Ed's back to steady herself. The breeze was much cooler and sitting on top of the mesh meant the breeze got them from below as well.

Ed looked over Rachel and saw Tristan cuddled up against Dale. They looked so sweet together Ed smiled at them and Rachel looked to see what he was smiling at. She also thought they made a cute couple. Ed caught motion in the corner of his eye and saw they were re-entering the bay they'd left from.

"We're back," he said to Rachel. She sat up and tapped Tristin's foot. The woman blinked her eyes open and stretched against her husband who was awoken by that delightful feeling.

They got their stuff ready. While Ed was over by Dale the older man leaned in beside his ear. "What happened to Kat's boyfriend?" he whispered.

"She dumped him. She didn't like the man she saw when he came back."

"That's going to make for an awkward remaining few days." Dale said and Ed's eyes widened.

"I hadn't thought of that."

"The girl seems bright and tough. She'll land on her feet," Dale suggested.

Ed nodded but felt somehow responsible.

The small boat began ferrying the passengers back to shore. Kat gave Ed a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek before she joined Sergo on the small craft. Ed got one more glare from Sergo before the boat left.

"Should I have let him drown?" Ed asked no one in particular and Dale chuckled.

Soon it was their turn. They were picked up by their shuttle and went back to the hotel. After getting cleaned up they met for dinner in the main dining hall.

Ed immediately ordered a Piña Colada and was delighted to hear they served them on the beach as well. Dale had booked a small cabana for the following day so they could enjoy the beach in style. Ed wasn't sure how he felt about that. He might want to lie on his towel in the sand. After all this was another first.

Dinner arrived and they talked and ate until the restaurant began to shut down. As they had all had a long nap they moved over to the bar and continued to talk. Now drinks were involved and Ed was discovering which drinks he really liked. The rest were discovering what a light weight Ed was when it came to drinking. It got away from him and he became very drunk. At 1AM Rachel announced it was time to take Ed to bed. They were all feeling a little happy but Ed was very mellow. She put his arm over her shoulder and guided him out. Tristan had to take his other side, Dale getting the doors.

Ed began to purr from the softness pressing on both sides of his body and something woke up. Tristan noticed first as she was looking down to watch their step on the stairs.

"How is that possible with all the booze in his system?" she commented to Dale.

"Ah, never underestimate the power of the young, male libido!" he quipped and Rachel snorted.

Dale and Tristan left them at the door and Rachel got Ed inside and onto the bed. He tugged her on top of himself and ran his hands down her back. His kiss wasn't that skilled but he made up for that in passion. Soon Rachel had her dress off and was sliding his hard cock into her mouth. She was already wet but she wanted Ed good and slippery in case he was a little too aggressive. She climbed on top of him and slowly impaled herself on his thick shaft.

"Ooooh Rachel… you feeeeel sooooo gooooood. You're sooooo sexy!"

She grinned down at his euphoric expression. She felt so sexy and it felt pretty incredible for her too. She wasn't getting the depth she got when he was driving down into her from above with her legs held back but this was pretty damn good too.

She began to rise up and drop down until she got into a steady pattern. She felt the build-up begin as sparks shot through her.

Ed's need was a runaway train. He couldn't take the slow pace Rachel was setting. He reached up and took her large tits in his hands. He squeezed them and tugged on her nipples.

"FUCK! OH FUCK EDWARD!" she wailed as lightning shot between her abused nipples and her pussy. He was being so rough but she was so fucking turned on! She gave in to the pressure on her nipples and lay across his body. His hands were in her hair next and he was kissing her, hard. Ed's hips began to thrust up on their own, driving his thick cock deep into her. He released her hair and his hands moved to her ass. He squeezed the flesh there, feeling its delicious firmness, and his pounding became more insistent.

"AAAHHH! OH GOD! TAKE ME, EDWARD! TAKE ME!" she yelled as she was swept up in his desperate need.

Ed moved one hand up to squeeze one of Rachel's incredible tits as his other hand slipped down between her ass cheeks. He rubbed the sensitive flesh between her pussy and her ass and she began to grind herself against his pelvis, moaning constantly.

When he sucked her nipples into his mouth and gently scraped his teeth across the sensitive areola Rachel went into convulsions. Ed resumed his pounding up into her pussy as he was so very close. It only took a dozen or so thrusts for him to reach his release. Rachel was clinging to him making incoherent sounds as her body trembled. He took her head between his big hands and kissed her lips tenderly. She moaned once more and he felt her pussy squeezing down hard on his spent cock.

Ed sagged to the bed and Rachel lay stretched out over his body. She had no energy to move and neither did he. So that's how they fell asleep.

Breakfast the next morning found four people with different levels of hangover. Dale was the best off and only had to limit his morning run to three miles.

Next came Tristan who seemed to have excellent rebound capabilities. She'd taken her pain killer and had drunk a huge bottle of water before going to bed the night before.

For Rachel it wasn't so much the drink as the enthusiastic sex afterwards. She was aching badly though just thinking about the previous evening's sex sent gentle waves of bliss through her body. As long as she didn't move. Or put too much pressure on her ass. Or walk too fast. Or touch her nipples. She had to get home again so the other ladies in Ed's life could share in this and give her a little respite. She allowed herself another trip down recent memory lane and sighed. Tristan watched her with mixed feelings.

Ed. Ed was suffering. He'd forgotten to drink water while he was drinking booze and he was majorly dehydrated. His head was pounding and the thought of food wasn't sitting well with him. He had a large bottle of cold water in front of him which he was sipping at constantly. Rachel promised him he would feel better by lunchtime. He'd taken painkillers in the room before they marched over to the restaurant. Worse, he saw she was in pain this morning and he had no memory of what they'd done. His recollection ended sometime in the bar the previous night. He'd apologized a number of times but she told him she didn't regret a second of it and he should let it go. He still felt bad… in that way too.

"It's a very good thing we didn't plan anything energetic for today. The beach cabana is ready and waiting. It's number 3," Dale said.

The smell of the food in the restaurant was getting to Ed. "If you don't mind I'm going to head over to the cabana now."

"Don't forget to put your lotion on," Rachel reminded him.

He nodded then winced. He got up gingerly and made his way out of the restaurant.

"Do you think he'll ever drink again?" Dale grinned.

"Oh yes! He said as much this morning. He will be smarter about it next time though. His words," Rachel smiled.

That drew a chuckle from the couple.

"What about you? You seem a little shaky this morning," Dale asked obliviously.

Rachel smiled gently. "Remember his excitement last night? We got a little carried away. Actually more than a little. Having him all to myself has proven to be more than I can handle." She looked over at two red faces. "Oh my god! Too much information! I can't believe I just said that! Please forgive me! I've just become so comfortable in your company. It already feels like you're part of my circle of friends."

Dale and Tristan were secretly delighted that Rachel felt that way but she was right about too much information. Dale was trying to keep the image of Ed and Rachel having sex out of his mind. Tristan was trying to deny the image of Ed making love to her.

They had their breakfast though conversation was rather subdued then went out to the cabana. They found Ed passed out on a lounge chair on his stomach. He'd tried to put lotion on his back but fell asleep trying. Rachel pleaded for Tristan to do it as she was still feeling too sore to lean over Ed's large body.

Tristan rubbed the lotion on as efficiently as she could and did her best to think of things other than how strong he felt under her hands. Ed woke up and thanked her for finishing the job. She barely resisted the urge to give his butt a spank when she finished. She looked over at Dale who was wearing a grin on his face as he saw his wife's flustered expression. Amused was he? Tristan gave Ed's ass a slap after all. "All done," she said and went to lie down on her own lounge chair avoiding everyone's shocked looks.

Ed's ass cheek was smarting from the hard slap and Tristan's hand was sore for quite some time though she ignored it. He looked over at Rachel who just raised her eyebrows. The four did their best to relax after that.

The wait staff were diligent in ensuring the guests were offered drinks and snacks at reasonable intervals and just before lunch Ed graduated from water to pineapple juice.

When lunch rolled around he was ravenous and practically dragged the group over to the beach bar. He ordered a burger and fries. He insisted to Tristan that she order her own fries this time and she giggled. All was good again.

They were discussing Ed's drinking strategy for the party cruise the following day when two police officers walked into the Beach Bar and were directed over to their table. Dale recognized them as the two friends of Captain Dan.

"Hello. I am looking for an Edward Walters," one of the officers said.

"That's me," Ed said.

"I'm Constable Broome and this is Constable Reid. Do you know a Sergo Zoidze?"

"I met a Sergo on a catamaran cruise yesterday but I never got his last name."

"We understand there was an argument on the trip between you, Miss Katrina Melua, and Mr. Sergo Zoidze." Broome said.

"They were arguing and I asked them to keep it down and they walked away. Not much of an argument really," Ed said reasonably.

"Did the witnesses also mention Edward saved Sergo's life?" Rachel said exasperated. The officers looked at each other.

"No, that was not mentioned. What happened," Constable Reid asked Ed.

"Tristan and I were snorkeling and we heard Kat, I mean Katrina cry for help. I dove under and pulled Sergo up. He wasn't breathing. I pulled him to the catamaran and performed CPR on him until he started breathing on his own. I'm surprised you didn't find any witnesses because it felt like everyone was watching," Ed explained.

Once more the constables shared a look. "One last question. Where were you between the hours of 10PM and midnight last night."

"We were all in the bar last night from ten until one in the morning. You can ask Victor the bartender and the waitresses who worked last night," Dale said and frowned. "What's this about?"

"Mr. Zoidze died last night. His body was found on the rocks at the base of a small cliff a few kilometers east of here. The fall killed him but it looked like he was in a fight. Miss Melua is also in the hospital. She's unconscious and has been badly beaten. She was found on the side of the road not far from where Mr. Zoidze's body was found. They were likely together when the attack occurred."

"Katrina broke up with Sergo on the boat trip. She was going to move back in with her mother when they flew home. He wasn't very nice to her. He kicked her." Ed said with a scowl.

Eyebrows went up and more notes were taken. "So Mr. Zoidze was abusive to Miss Melua?"

"Well… we witnessed one example of this behavior." Dale asserted.

"Can we go see her?" Ed asked.

"She's unconscious so today is probably not a good day to do this. We still have to take her statement so it would be better if you gave her a couple of days." Constable Broome indicated. "Thank you very much for your cooperation." With nods and smiles the Constables left and headed in the direction of the bar. No doubt looking for the staff who could confirm their alibi.

The table was quiet for a minute.

"I should have let him drown."

Dale looked sharply at Ed who wasn't angry as he expected him to be with such a statement but instead he looked deeply distraught.

"Son, there was no way you could have known this would happen. You can't see into the minds of others and know their intentions. Sergo was obviously a troubled man. She's free of him now at least."

"At what cost?" Ed asked.

More silence. Finally Rachel broke it with a suggestion. "How about we go visit her on Friday? That gives her some time to heal and the police time to get her story."

Ed's funk lightened considerably as he looked over at Rachel. He nodded. The rest did as well. They finished up their lunch and went back to the cabana.

After relaxing for a bit Ed got fidgety so he decided to go for a walk along the beach. This turned into a jog and lasted for more than an hour. When he finally got back Rachel looked relieved.

"You were gone for quite some time. I was getting worried," she said.

"Sorry about that. I just needed to burn off some energy. That story about Sergo and Kat really upset me," he explained.

"Are you feeling better now?" Rachel asked.

"Much better. Thanks! I'm still looking forward to visiting the hospital on Friday."

Rachel smiled at him. He ran down the beach and into the water to cool off. He swam around and saw Tristan was in the water too. He swam over to her.

"The water is beautiful!" he called out and she started from the daze she had been in. She turned to see it was Ed.

"Yes, it's very refreshing!"

"I've never been on a party boat before. What's it like?" he asked, thinking about their scheduled activity the next day.

"I don't know. I've never been on one either but it looked fun in the brochure," she replied.

Ed grinned and bounced to rise over an incoming wave. The ocean really was more interesting on this end of the island. He couldn't imagine spending time on the still side of the island.

They bobbed in the waves for a little while longer then made their way back up to the cabana. After he dried himself off Rachel directed him to sit at the end of her chair and she put lotion on his back again.

Ed found himself zoning out again. The fresh air, the soft breeze, the sun and heat, and Rachel's gentle touch combined to lull him into a calm state of Zen. She had to give him a push to get him to move over to his own chair before he flaked out.

When he woke up the others were chatting quietly. Rachel noticed him blinking sleep from his eyes.

"Hey there sleepy head!" she smiled.

"This is the most relaxing place in the world," he sighed getting chuckles from the others.

"It's almost dinner time. We were thinking of taking a taxi to a local restaurant for some fresh lobster." Dale said.

"Sounds good!" Ed replied.

They went back to their rooms and got dressed up nice. Dale called them to indicate they had reservations. Rachel was wearing her sexy gold cocktail dress once more and Ed's attention was naturally drawn to her beauty. The thought of making love to Ed in her current state wasn't so appealing. She actually considered changing outfits to tone down his excitement.

"You know I can see that look of fear in your eye and I'm not so dense that I can't tell you're in pain," Ed said quietly.

Rachel froze.

"I would never force myself on you and I don't have to have sex every night. I do like to appreciate your beauty by looking though, if you don't mind," he said quietly.

She felt ashamed. She'd been treating him like a wild beast instead of a reasonable man.

"I'm sorry Edward. Of course I don't mind you looking. I love you looking. I just can't keep up with your drive," she apologized.

"I guess I haven't been very gentle. I'm truly sorry about that. It's hard to control myself around you and the booze certainly doesn't help."

She moved close and gave him a tender kiss.

"I love you, beautiful lady" he said when she pulled back and tingles went through her body.

"I love you too big man!" she replied huskily. He pressed his lips to her forehead.

They made their way down to the lobby and waited only a few minutes for Tristan and Dale to join them. The taxi ride to the restaurant was very nice as they got to see the nearby hotels lit up. They drove down a small road to stop in front of a lovely restaurant on a small bay. They were shown to a table overlooking the water and spent the first few minutes just absorbing the ambience. It was a magical night as the stars were out and the lack of light pollution allowed them to see them so much better than at home.

The lobster was yet another unique experience for Ed and the others had to show him the proper methods for extracting the meat. Occasionally, the over use of force caused lobster meat to become airborne and giggles issued from the ladies.

"This meal involves too much work!" Ed finally announced.

"But it's good?" Dale asked with a grin.

"Oh yes, the food is delicious but if it weren't for this napkin I think I'd be wearing more of my meal than I'm eating," he said with a wry grin.

Afterwards he checked and he'd spared his clothes from a butter bath. He sighed until he saw the chunk of meat stuck to his knee. He had no idea how it rolled down there.

"Damn! These are my last clean pants," he grumbled.

"We'll send them out for cleaning tonight. You'll have them back for tomorrow night when we get back from the party cruise." Rachel insisted and Ed smiled at her in thanks.

They took a taxi back to the hotel and made plans to meet for breakfast the following morning.

When they got to the room Rachel found the laundry bag and asked Ed to put all the clothes he wanted washed into it. Ed knew he was almost out of swim trunks so he added those to the bag. Tomorrow morning he'd put on the ones he'd left on the balcony to dry.

They ordered some drinks and once they arrived they sat on the balcony looking up at the stars. The drink went to Ed's head and he decided to go to bed. He gave Rachel a kiss as she wanted to stay out just a little longer as she was enjoying her wine.

She sighed with happiness. While she wasn't looking forward to going back to the cold at the end of their trip she wasn't dreading going home to an empty home or being alone any longer. It was a miracle she never failed to thank the stars above every chance she got. She did her little ritual of thanks then got up to go inside. She noticed a pair of shorts on the floor of the balcony. She picked them up and saw how sandy they were. Boys! She carried them inside.

Ed was already snoring softly so she went to the room's door and confirmed the laundry bag was still there. She tucked the dirty pair of trunks into the bag then went to bed. Snuggling in next to the big man she was able to fall asleep in less than a minute.

Ed was becoming very frustrated. He'd had his shower and padded out to the balcony wrapped in only his towel to get his shorts but they weren't there. He looked over the edge of the balcony at the bushes below thinking maybe the wind blew them off the balcony. Maybe? Nothing.

He went back inside and checked the dresser drawers once more. No shorts. No bathing suits… well, one but he wasn't wearing that one. He went into the bathroom and checked the hooks behind the door but no suit. He heard movement in the bedroom. Ah! Good, Rachel was up. He went out to ask her.

"Are you done with the bathroom?" she asked him.

"Yes, it's all yours. Did you see a pair of swim trunks on the balcony last night? I can't find them."

She thought for a second. "Oh! Yes, I picked them up off the floor. They were filthy so into the laundry bag they went."

Ed's face dropped.

"What- what's wrong?" Rachel said seeing his expression.

"Those were my last trunks."

Rachel pulled open his drawer and saw the jammers right on top. "What do you mean? You have these- ohhhh."

"I'm not wearing those on a party boat with a bunch of strangers!" he said with an annoyed tone.

Rachel looked at him and saw the frustration on his face. "I'm sorry Edward. The shorts on the balcony were very dirty. I had no idea you planned on wearing them." She thought for a moment. "You could put these on and wrap your towel around your waist like a kilt. That could work."

"What do I do when I want to go in the water?" he asked.

"Take off the towel and get in the water. No one will see you underwater. Put the towel back on when you get back on the boat."

He didn't look convinced but there really was no other choice. He was out of swimsuits.

Grumbling he put on the jammers and Rachel watched in fascination. She hadn't seen him do this before and hadn't realized how much effort it took to tuck himself down one of the legs. She was a little flushed when he finished.

"I'mmm- I'm going to go take my shower now," she mumbled.

Ed pulled on his black singlet and grabbed his shades. He was ready. He sat down to wait. The towel idea wasn't too bad.

When Rachel was ready they went down for breakfast and met Dale and Tristan who already had a table.

"What's with the towel? You've already been in the water?" Dale asked.

Ed scowled and took his seat. Rachel answered.

"I put the swimsuit Edward was planning on wearing in the laundry last night. All he has left is a very sexy but tight jammer style swimsuit."

"What's a 'jammer style' suit?" Dale asked. Tristan rolled her eyes.

"Do you recall the shorts professional cyclists wear? That, minus the padding. Skin tight stretchy black fabric." Rachel smiled, ignoring Ed's gloomy look. "He looks incredible in them but I understand his hesitance to wear them in front of strangers."

"I'd loan you a pair of my trunks but they'd be tighter than what you have now and wouldn't stretch." Dale offered. Ed smiled weakly and shook his head.

They ate their breakfast and wandered out to the lobby to wait for the shuttle bus. When it finally arrived they heard it coming up the lane. The laughter and singing coming from the bus brought a smile to their faces. It looked like they had a fun bunch of people to party with!

They had to squeeze on as the bus wasn't very large and already had a group of fifteen from a hotel up the street. The group was comprised of several families from Liverpool, England. There was a good mix of adults from their twenties to their fifties. They made space and the bus got on its way.

Once more the ride to the dock was short and they all piled out. Ed noted that several of the members of the group adopted his method for carrying their towels so he felt a little better about wearing his.

The ship was fairly large and had multiple levels. They made their way on board and found a good spot to sit, not too close to the speakers.

The crew were already handing out the rum punch and Ed decided to wait for a bit as did the rest in his group.

Another group arrived bringing the total up to probably thirty five people, not counting the staff. The music started and the MC began to make announcements about the free booze, the activities, the free booze, lunch, the free booze, and Ed got the hint. The party boat was all about drinking and having a good time! Woo! There would be two snorkeling stops, the second one being the bay where they would anchor the ship. They'd serve lunch at that time and there would be time for sunbathing, swimming and snorkeling. Some guests would be forced to walk the plank and some would swing from a rope. And everyone was expected to drink.

Once they were underway, the music started and people were up dancing. Ed accepted a cup of the rum punch and found it to be delicious! Tristan said she would keep pace with him and the bet was on. Rachel and Dale opted to take a more sedate pace with their drinking.

Soon Ed found himself in a conga line with Tristan right behind him. Rachel and Dale were enjoying seeing their partners make fools of themselves and they were enjoying the punch as well.

The ship arrived at the first snorkeling destination and Ed and Tristan managed to convince Rachel and Dale to join them. The reef was close to the ship so the swimming involved wouldn't require too much effort. Ed's eyes went wide when he saw Rachel's amazing tits squeezed into a life vest. He became quiet and nervous as he'd have to remove his towel and Rachel's body had started something down below. The crowd was loud and boisterous so no one really seemed to notice when he dropped the towel onto the bench. He kept his flippers in front of himself as he followed Rachel to the stairs down to the water.

Ed swam on his back facing Rachel holding her hands so he could pull her gently out to the reef. They kissed before donning their masks and snorkels drawing some attention from nearby swimmers. Ed didn't have a vest as once again nothing fit so he had to use more energy to remain on the surface than Rachel did but they remained side by side as they swam around the reef. Ed tugged Rachel back to the ship when they were done and they smiled at each other the entire way. It was so nice spending this time together. Ed felt completely at ease around Rachel.

He helped her back onto the ship and climbed up himself. They went back to the bench and grabbed their towels to dry off. Ed dried his hair and heard some gasps and giggles. He lifted the towel and saw a group of five young women from Liverpool standing huddled together on the deck looking at his swim trunks. While he wanted to immediately hide himself he saw Rachel watching him. He remembered her words that the reactions of others was their own insecurities being expressed.

Ed wouldn't allow his own insecurities to run his life. He forced himself to return to drying himself without hurrying or missing any areas. When he was done and not a second earlier he wrapped the towel around his waist once more and heard some gentle sighs. His eyes went to the women once more and he saw more than one smiling at him. He nodded and turned to face Rachel and she had a smile as well.

"I'm very proud of you Edward for controlling your fears and maintaining your dignity while being stared at. They were being appreciative if a little blatant about it. You did very well," she said and Ed felt a wave of warmth spread through his body at her praise.

Fifteen minutes later Tristan and Dale returned. They were waterlogged but grinning from ear to ear. As they dried off they talked about the sea life they'd spotted and the four compared notes.

Ed went to get more rum punch for all of them. It was so good! Once everyone was back on the ship it lifted anchor and headed to the next snorkeling spot. The drinks came around again and Ed smiled at Tristan as he took a cup from the tray. She grinned at him in challenge and took two. Ed snagged a second before the man could move away. Tristan tossed one back gulping the cold, sweet beverage down in a few swallows. She eyed Ed and he could only follow her example.

"These aren't as strong as the ones we had at the Manager's Rum Punch Party," Ed noted as he sipped at the second one.

More dancing began and the MC said they'd be playing games shortly. Sexy games!

Ed looked at Rachel nervously but she raised an eyebrow at him and he nodded as he took a deep breath. Maybe he could remain in the background. He snagged another rum punch as the server passed him and Tristan squeaked in fake outrage. She chased after the server to get one for herself.

The MC began describing the first game. The staff were going to select three female 'volunteers' who would each be given a balloon. When the MC yelled 'Start!' they would have to inflate the balloon and tie it closed. Then these women would have to find a male 'volunteer', who also had to be a stranger, to return to the center of the deck with them to help them pop the balloon between the woman's backside and the man's groin. Just an innocent balloon popping party game which just so happened to look like couples having sex. Plenty to get embarrassed about.

The group was hooting and laughing loudly which made the MC and the staff very happy. They liked a rowdy bunch. The bartender's assistant selected three willing women from different spots on the deck and handed out the balloons. Ed recognised one of the women as one of the five that had been smiling at him earlier. Tall with a hard toned body, obviously fake tits stretching out her flowery bikini top and a number of tattoos. Pink and yellow hair tied back in two pigtails. The second was a little shorter with long black hair and a nice body. The third was shorter still with brunette hair tied back in a single pony tail. She was the plumpest of the three. She was having trouble stopping her embarrassed laughter. She'd had a lot of rum punch. The first two ladies immediately started stretching the balloons to get them ready for inflating.

The MC got the attention of all three women and began a count down. The laughing woman finally began stretching her balloon. At start they began blowing into the balloons and discovered that it wasn't so easy. The three struggled to get them inflated and the balloons turned out to be long curved shapes as wide as a loaf of sandwich bread and twice as long. The laugher wasn't making much progress on inflating the balloon as it kept getting away from her. The other two finally got theirs to an inflation they were happy with and quickly tied them off. The two women shot away in opposite directions from each other. The tattooed woman made a bee line for Ed, holding his eye the entire way. He froze as she reached out and took his hand.

"Lose the towel. You can't pop a balloon with it on," she said quickly. Ed tugged the towel loose and stepped out of it as he followed the woman out into the middle of the floor. The brunette finally had her balloon tied and looked up at Ed as he stepped out onto the deck. She glanced down and spun off into the crowd looking for a volunteer of her own.

The raven haired woman was back dragging a young fit looking man by the hand. She grinned at the tattooed woman and immediately put the balloon between her ass and her partner. He immediately began pounding away, trying to pop the balloon. Ed saw the top of the balloon between their bodies was just taking up the extra pressure as their bodies slammed together. The crowd was going nuts.

Ed's partner tried to emulate the raven haired woman's attempt to pop the balloon. She lodged it deep between her ass cheeks and pulled Ed against her as she pushed back. She looked back at him sexily as she rammed herself back. Ed could see the balloon wasn't going to pop this way so he wrapped his arms around the woman's body, one arm resting under her breasts the other running down her body, his hand resting on her thigh. He lifted and pulled her tight against him, her feet lifting from the ground. He drove his hips forward with a powerful thrust and the balloon went off with a loud bang between them.

Ed's partner squeaked loudly as she clung to his arms and rested her head back on his shoulder. Her jaw was open, her eyes closed, and she was shaking in reaction. As the bulk of the balloon had been trapped between their bodies the part that popped had been in a very intimate place and she was coming down from the surprisingly tingly sting.

He tilted forward slowly to lower her to her feet. Ed tried to move his arms but she clung to him as she floated down from the thrill.

The young man was still driving his groin into the other woman's balloon oblivious of the game being over.

The plump brunette never returned as she was busy necking with the young man she'd selected.

Ed pulled his arms back as the MC came to congratulate them for the most premature popping of a balloon ever. Ed smiled at the woman who was smiling broadly at him.

"I'm Tracy!" she shouted over the cheering.

"Ed!" he replied.

The MC handed them t-shirts. In large text hers said 'HE POPPED MY CHERRY ON A PARTY BOAT' with the company logo under this. In small text below the word 'CHERRY' were the words 'colored balloon'. Similarly his t-shirt had the male counterpart message, 'I POPPED HER CHERRY ON A PARTY BOAT', again using the same small text to tame the message.

"Alright winners, put on your t-shirts for picture time," the man directed.

Ed pulled off his tight singlet and felt hands touching his chest. Once the shirt cleared his head he saw it was Tracy pawing his muscles, her eyes wide with delight. "Bloody hell, you're built big all over!"

Ed smiled at her timidly then pulled on the new shirt. As expected he stretched it to death which just seemed to make Tracy more excited. She pulled on her shirt then reached under and pulled out her bikini top leaving her naked under the shirt. With the tightness Ed could see… a lot.

"Excellent timing my winners because you both look so hot we're here to cool you down!" the MC bellowed and two of the staff poured jugs of cold water over their chests.

The white t-shirts immediately became translucent. More embarrassing for her but she didn't seem to mind as she clung to Ed's arm while her friends all took pictures of the two of them.

Ed looked over at Rachel and she was smiling at him. He took strength from that and she noticed. She mouthed 'I love you' and he did as well.

Then he felt a soft ass pressing back against his groin and turned back to see Tracy posing suggestively for her friends who were shooting pictures in a frenzy as they laughed hysterically. More cameras pointed in their direction as other tourists wanted shots of the sexy woman posing. Some of Tracy's friends wanted to get into the picture and Ed had to endure another fifteen minutes of posing for photos with the drunk laughing ladies.

The last pose had him carrying Tracy in his arms while two of her less inebriated girlfriends sat at his feet clinging to his legs like he was some kind of mighty conqueror. This brought their faces very close to the bulge in his swimsuit and both couldn't take their eyes from it.

Tracy looked up at Ed. She'd finally picked up that he was uncomfortable with all the attention but he'd been very patient with them.

"You've been a great sport about this Ed. You're alright!" she said giving him a grin.

While he couldn't see them past Tracy's body he could almost feel the breath of the two women panting on his cock. It began to twitch and grow. He looked at Tracy nervously.

"Thank you but I think I'd better stop now."

"But this feels so good!" Tracy said rubbing herself against his chest. Her nipples were stiff and one was poking into him.

"Maybe a little too good," he replied.

"Geezus Tracy! He's growing a third leg down here!" one of her friends crowed.

"Seriously I'm putting you down," Ed told the woman in his arms. She pouted but she had no choice.

The women at his feet had to move back as Ed swung Tracy's legs down but she hugged his chest so they ended up chest to chest and face to face.

"Give a girl a little kiss before I go?" the woman asked cheekily, grinding against him.

Just wanting to get away quickly Ed's mouth found hers and the crowd whooped and cheered. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he instinctively reacted by kissing her as aggressively. Suddenly coming to his senses, he pulled back with a blush and quickly made his way back to his group. Dale patted his back chuckling at his shy smile and Rachel pulled him into a hug.

"You did very well out there!" she whispered in his ear and he kissed her cheek. Then he quickly wrapped his towel around himself but not before Tristan saw the outcome of all the attention the ladies were giving him. She quickly left with a blush on her cheeks to get more drinks.

Ed looked back to see Tracy fanning her flushed face and wearing a big grin. She was looking back at him and whispering to her friends as they led her back to their group. Giggling erupted as the others looked back as well. Ed smiled and nodded to them. More giggles.

Tristan was back and pushed a cup of the spiked punch into his hand. "You've fallen behind by one, Ed." She gulped down the drink in her hand. "Now two!" she grinned wickedly at him and his eyes lit up at her challenge. He chugged down the punch and reached for the second one she'd brought for him and down that one went as well. Cheers erupted nearby and he saw they had a bit of an audience.

"Maybe you two should slow down just a little. We haven't even had lunch yet?" Dale suggested. He knew Tristan could hold her liquor but Ed was definitely a lightweight regardless of his size.

Boos erupted around him and Ed was surprised to find himself joining in. Dale grinned and threw up his hands in mock defeat. He rolled his eyes at Rachel who was enjoying Ed's new relaxed state. Dancing started up again and Ed was tugged out onto the dancefloor by one of Tracy's friends. Soon the deck was filled with dancing and drunk tourists. The MC looked very happy as the guests were obviously enjoying themselves.

Ed danced over to Rachel and tried to get her to join him but she just smiled and shook her head. He left his towel with her and danced back out to join the waiting ladies. The hoots and cheers just got louder as did the music.

Rachel saw that Tristan was also out in that group and they shared a look and Tristan nodded indicating she was keeping an eye on the big man.

Dale grinned at his wife then turned to Rachel and shouted to be heard. "Maybe we could move to the upper deck where it's a little quieter?" She nodded so they headed to the ladder up.

There was a lot of bumping and grinding going on out on the deck since Ed had removed his towel. True to her promise Tristan stayed close to Ed and made sure things didn't get too out of hand for him. The beat of the music was fast so everyone was moving too quickly for too much prolonged body contact. Ed had his eyes closed and he was getting into the music. This settled the worries of some of the young men whose girlfriends were out on the floor dancing with the big man. He wasn't pawing anyone so he was harmless.

Tracy was back, dancing right in front of Ed and Tristan didn't see any men looking jealous about her so she seemed to be single. A tray of drinks was making its way past and the young tattooed woman snagged two. She touched Ed's chest and he opened his eyes to see the offered drink and Tracy's inviting smile. He returned the smile and accepted the cup. He scanned the group and saw Tristan so he lifted the drink as a challenge. She couldn't help but grin at his silly expression. She moved out of the group to chase the tray.

Ed sipped at the drink smiling giddily to himself as he saw Tristan scurrying after the departing tray. He suddenly felt a soft body pressing up against him and fall in sync with his motions. He had to slow down a little as his extra height was impossible for Tracy to match. They began to move to the music together, bodies locked together by Tracy's free arm around his waist. He wrapped his left arm around her body pulling her tighter not realizing she had his left thigh trapped between her legs. She was grinding her bikini covered pussy against his lycra encased erection which was getting harder and larger. Ed's mind swam with sensation and the booze. It all felt so good.

Tracy's friends danced in a perimeter around the couple just as Tracy requested they do before she'd made her move.

She couldn't get over how hot and hard Ed was getting. His thick cock was rubbing and pressing against her clit so deliciously and forcing open her pussy lips until her bikini bottom was saturated with her juices. She struggled not to come too soon.

The music changed and the driving beat became faster. Ed loved this song! He put his drink on a railing and wrapped his other arm around Tracy. He closed his eyes once more to let himself slip into a state where he and the music were one. He immediately began to bounce up on his toes and thump his feet to the beat, oblivious to what this was doing to the woman wrapped in his arms. His leaps and thumps combined with the wiggling of his hips lifted Tracy right off her feet and slammed her clit down against his cock, rubbing roughly against the inside of her pussy lips.

Tracy gasped and cried out as she clung to his chest, the suddenness and intensity of her orgasm obliterating her muscle control. The song went on and Ed kept up the steady leap and thump. She couldn't talk, she couldn't move and she was losing her mind! Her face was red with the intensity of the sensations and her grip on Ben's body was slipping.

Tristan was suddenly at his side, pushing through Tracy's guard. She saw Tracy's desperate look, the girl was about to pass out, and pulled a couple of her friends in to support Tracy as Tristan gently pried Ed's arms from her. Ed was still caught up in the music and pulled his new dance partner in close as Tracy was led away by her wide eyed friends.

As she was taller than Tracy, Tristan didn't have the trouble of being lifted off her feet but Ed's body was still pressing hard on all the right places. The song was ending and Ed was coming out of his musical daze.

He opened his eyes and smiled at Tristan. They parted and he assumed the flush on her face was from the dancing. He felt pretty good himself.

"I feel tingly," he said. He blinked and realized his head was swimming a little.

Tristan led him back to the bench and handed him the towel to wrap around himself. She saw the crew had begun setting up for lunch and breathed a sigh of relief. She needed to get some food into Ed.

The ship gently turned into a small bay and began the process of anchoring just off shore. Lunch was announced and Tristan pushed Ed into line to get some food.

"I'm so hungry!" Ed exclaimed.

Rachel and Dale joined them and she handed Ed a bottle of water.

"Drink this, Ed. All of it."

"Is it punch rum? Hey! This is water!" he said frowning at the bottle. Rachel frowned at him until he began drinking.

"Wow! He's more than a little drunk!" Dale said, leaning in to speak with his wife.

She grimaced and Rachel leaned in closer as well.

"That girl Tracy got to Ed on the dancefloor while I was distracted. She… had a little happy time rubbing against Ed while he danced."

"And Ed was ok?" Rachel asked with surprise.

"I don't think he even noticed. He was so into the music and so tipsy." Tristan grinned and Dale joined her shaking his head. Rachel looked at him with concern.

The entered the makeshift galley and loaded up their plates with salads, burgers, and chicken. Ed finished up his bottle of water and carried his heaping plate back out to the seating area. He dug in as the other's joined him. The food was very good and Ed was enjoying it though he was keeping an eye out for the waiter with the tray of rum punch.

The line of guests waiting for the food passed fairly close to where they were seated. Tristan recognized two of Tracy's friends, a blond and a redhead, but saw no sign of Tracy. She got up and walked over to speak to them.

"Hi! How is Tracy?"

The young women smiled at her. "I think the big man ruined Tracy for Gary, her boyfriend back home," said the redhead with a crooked grin.

"Boyfriend?" Tristan blinked.

"Oops!" the blond giggled at her companion.

"Seriously, how is she? She looked a little desperate when we rescued her." Tristan insisted.

"Rescued her? From the way she's talking about it we cheated her from experiencing complete and utter nirvana!" the redhead griped.

"So truthfully, is he human or is he a sex robot sent back through time to fuck us to death?" Blondie purred as she eyed Ed hungrily.

"I can think of worse ways to go!" her companion said.

Tristan was feeling a little defensive of Ed. "He's just a sweet man who's had too much to drink. Normally he's far more reserved and shy."

The girls looked at her incredulously then burst into loud laughter as they moved along to get their food.

Tristan returned to her group and once more leaned in to speak with Dale and Rachel. She confirmed Ed was still focused on his plate.

"Tracy is upset I stopped her from passing out from… too much… fun. Her friends think Ed is a machine sent from the future… to fuck women to death." Dale snorted and covered his mouth with a napkin to stifle his laughter and Rachel looked like she was actually considering the possibility.

Ed's eating had slowed down and he was looking a little groggy.

"I think Ed needs a nap." Rachel said.

"This isn't that kind of ship." Dale said looking around at the lively group.

Tristan saw some guests being ferried to the beach where they were laying out on the sand. "Why don't we take a trip to the beach?"

Once Ed was done eating they made their way to the small boat which took them to the strip of sand. They laid out their towels in a quieter section and Ed nodded off immediately. Dale decided to take the opportunity to catch some sleep as well. Soon all four of them were enjoying the peace of sleeping on the sand.

Ninety minutes later the ship sounded it's horn indicating all guests needed to re-board the ship. Rachel sat up and saw Ed's towel but he was nowhere to be seen. Tristan sat up and looked around.

"Where's Ed?"

Dale was the one who spotted him. "There he is!" he said pointing to the rope swing on the boat.

Ed swung way out over the water and released the rope. He hit the water with a mighty splash and the nearby women shrieked. When he surfaced he was chased by at least three. Tristan saw red hair, blond hair, and pink and yellow hair. Of course. Ed swam for the ship and made it to the ladder but the red haired girl reached up and grabbed the waistband of his swimsuit. Unwilling to lose the suit Ed released the ladder and slipped back into the water. It appeared the price for releasing his suit was a kiss as he gave her one and he was able to climb back up the ladder. The ladies began to swim back out to their positions but were called back by the crew. They turned and raced back to the ladder.

Rachel just rolled her eyes at Tristan who was looking annoyed. "They're using him!"

"Yes, but look at Ed! He's not being self-conscious about his swimsuit! That's huge progress!" Rachel said with a smile.

Dale nodded. "That's much better than being ashamed!"

The three of them gathered their towels and Ed's and joined the group of people waiting for a lift back to the ship. They heard the music pick up again and Dale thought he saw Ed out on the dancefloor again.

Once they were on board again Rachel saw where Ed's courage was coming from. The blond woman was holding a cup of rum punch up to Ed's lips and he was drinking. The blond had a big grin on her face and wouldn't take the cup away until it was empty.

Tristan frowned and looked guiltily at Rachel who raised her eyebrow in question.

"I told them Ed only acted like this because he was drunk. Looks like they are keeping him that way." Tristan admitted.

Ed was back out on the dancefloor between the redhead and the blond. Tracy was doing her best to keep up but her earlier activities must have worn her out. Her other two friends from her group collected her and led her back to their seating area. She looked back at Ed with a pout.

The ship got underway and the MC let them know there were on their way back but there was still plenty of time to dance and the bar was open. The volume increased once more and the dance floor filled up with drunken dancers. Ed was squeezed between the two women who took turns rubbing themselves against his front and back. Rachel could see Ed was beginning to be overwhelmed.

"I think it's time to rescue Edward," she said and Tristan was immediately at her side marching out onto the dancefloor. They danced their way over to Ed's side and slipped between him and the two young women. Rachel saw him relax as her body touched his so she danced him off the dance floor with Tristan at his back much to the annoyance of the blond and the redhead.

They took their seats once more with Ed between them. Rachel examined him and discovered he was completely blitzed. Rachel and Tristan took turns holding him up as the ship made its slow way back to the dock. When they finally arrived Rachel suggested Ed might be safer if they hired a taxi to return them instead of squeezing into the bus with the girls again. Dale let the bus driver know they were finding their own way home. Ed waved at the bus as his new friends called out to him from the windows.

Once it left Dale called for a shuttle from the hotel and they settled in to wait. There were a few families sitting nearby, the mothers nursing their babies openly. Rachel and Tristan smiled at the women and Tristan felt the familiar pain in her heart as she watched the child in its mother's arms. So fragile and precious. She looked away and smiled a brittle smile at Rachel who was watching her.

"Ed is going to be in a bad way tomorrow." Tristan said changing the subject quickly.

"I'll try to get him to drink more water when we get back." Rachel said.

The shuttle arrived and Tristan immediately leapt to her feet and lifted Ed to his. Rachel shared a look with Dale who was carrying pain of his own in his eyes.

The ride back was quiet. Dale finally broke the silence.

"Is anyone else hungry?"

"I'm famished!" Rachel said.

Tristan just shook her head.

When they arrived Tristan looked to Rachel and Dale. "Why don't you two have dinner and I will take Ed up to his room. I'm just going to go lie down myself. I drank more than I'm used to and my stomach isn't happy."

"Are you sure? I could bring you something," Dale asked.

"No, I'm good. Enjoy dinner! I'll get the big guy to his room." She helped Ed to his feet and walked him off the shuttle. Rachel and Dale headed to the dining room and Tristan walked Ed towards his room.

Climbing the stairs took some extra effort as Ed was clinging to her body awkwardly and he was humming happily to himself.

She got the door open and walked him in, closing the door behind her. Ed's eyes were closed as she marched him into the main room and over to the bed. She pushed him back onto the bed and he flopped down onto the mattress. He continued to hum happily but his eyes were shut.

Tristan stood at the end of the bed looking down at Ed's shorts. From all the touching he'd done on the way up the stairs he was fully erect and pressing against the inside of his swimsuit. She watched it with tears of frustration in her eyes. She wanted a baby. The chance was right there in front of her.

She made it as far as the door before she stopped and leaned her head against the cool surface. She found herself walking back. She could see the occasional throb inside the tight fabric. His humming had stopped and he was beginning to fade into sleep. She knew she wouldn't have another chance like this. He was too drunk to remember. She held tight to that.

She knew her body was ready. She tracked her ovulation cycle with an obsessiveness that frightened her. She was at her most fertile state but she knew that didn't guarantee she would get pregnant.

She reached out and gently ran her fingertips along the bulge in Ed's shorts. It surged up against her fingers and she gasped. He was large.

Slipping her fingers around the waistband of his swim trunks she stopped again and considered one more time what she was contemplating. A sudden swift rage poured through her mind. Damn the fates that made the love of her life infertile. She loved Dale with everything she was but she needed to feel new life growing inside her. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Tristan peeled Ed's swimsuit down his legs until she was able to pull it completely off. She saw Ed's naked cock at last and felt a nervous twitch run through her body. She was going to do this.

She undid her wrap from around her waist and draped it over Ed's upper chest and over his face. He could breathe through the diaphanous fabric but maybe it would obscure his vision if his eyes opened. She tugged her bikini bottoms off and realized she wasn't lubricated well enough to take something so large inside her. Tristan spit into her hand and reached out to take his cock in her hand. It was so hot!

Stroking it up and down she gathered more spit in her mouth. She leaned over to spit on her hand and found her mouth opening to accept the fat head of the cock between her lips. More, she thought and descended, taking more of him inside her mouth.

Ed moaned and she froze, coming back to her senses. The thickness of him and the heat was pushing at the back of her throat. She hadn't intended to do this! She pulled her mouth off and Ed moaned once more. His cock glistened with her spit so she hoped he was wet enough.

Tristan put her knee on the mattress next to his leg and pulled herself up onto the bed over him. She swung her leg over his body and put her foot next to his other hip. She touched herself to prepare the opening and gasped at how sensitive she'd become. She was wet!

Forcing her mind from any thought other than getting his seed she reached down and positioned the head of his cock against her pussy. FUCK! That felt good! She pushed down and the head forced its way in. Fuuuck! He was big like Dale but she was grateful she was used to this thickness. Down she went, slowly taking more and more of Ed's thickness inside. She made it to the depths Dale reached and still she continued but now it was a struggle. She stopped and just tried to catch her breath. Raising herself up a few inches she took another deep breath and sank down once more.

Ed hummed happily again and Tristan cracked a smile then squeaked as Ed's hips thrust upwards involuntarily, driving his cock in deep. She held her hand over her mouth as his hips began to roll and rise under her. God that felt so good and he was in so deep!

She slid her left leg back until she was kneeling over his body. Ed began lifting his hands up and she grabbed his wrists and pushed them back down to the mattress. His hips became more demanding, thrusting upwards harder and harder as she clenched her jaw to keep from crying out in bliss. She was going to cum! She needed him to cum soon because she didn't know how long she could last.

A memory flashed in her mind. Dale and her researching sexual positions for optimum chances at conceiving. She realized they were in one of the worst and panic raced through her. To do all this and fail! NO!

She reclined over his body and pulled on his shoulder. Ed automatically rolled over driving himself even deeper into her. Tristan's mouth dropped open and she barely contained her cries. A choked gasp came out instead. Ed's face was still all tangled in her wrap but she could see his eyes were still closed. He began to thrust harder and faster and she heard his breathing increase. It felt so good! She reached down to cling to his ass and he suddenly went into overdrive, pounding her into the mattress. She thought she might have screamed then or at least moaned loudly, she wasn't sure as she left her body for a moment. When it was over Ed was resting his full weight on her body, pinning her to the bed. His cock was buried to its very limit. She felt the last few jets of cum spraying into her. She could feel the heat of it filling her. Her womb felt like it was bathed in it! So much!

She tried to move but he was so heavy. She moved her hips and felt him twitch in responds. She didn't want to wake him but she needed out. She got her hands on his hips and pushed down to pull his cock from her and managed to get him halfway out when he snorted and thrust back in. She became frantic and pushed harder and he drove himself in again. Tristan's eyes grew wide as she realized he wasn't softening. If anything he felt harder.

Tristan tried using her feet to push at his legs but that just opened her legs wider and he ground against her clit. She clawed his back as she clung to him and he growled deep in his chest.

"Zoe…"

She froze. Zoe? Which one was Zoe again? The one with the convict husband. What did he say about her? FUCK!

Ed pulled back and drove his cock deep into her and growled as he reached up and took a grip on her hair. His other hand slid down her body to squeeze under her ass. Tristan gasped and pushed at his shoulders but she might as well have been trying to move Everest. He began to thrust into her, slapping his pelvis against hers again and again.

Suddenly Tristan realized what Tracy had been experiencing. The almost mechanical, relentless power of Ed's body. Her mind was threatening to white out and the thrusting just went on and on. She lost count of the times she'd crested and it was too much. The intensity was becoming painful. She felt Ed speed up and his pounding became more aggressive as he reached his orgasm. More cum. A river of it rushing deep inside of her as her own orgasm crashed against her mind.

Then Ed's finger slipped into the slick ring of her ass taking her up to a new level.

Tristan whited out.

She felt movement, small pinpoints of pain shot through her lower extremities. She began to cry. "No, no more, please Ed, stop!" she gasped quietly. The room went still then gentle hands pulled at her once more. The enormous weight rolled off of her and she could breathe freely again. Salty tears ran over dried ones on her cheek and she cracked open her eyes. Her vision was blurry at first but two shapes slowly came into focus. Dale and Rachel were looking down at her, a mixture of fear and confusion on their faces. Dale looked like he wanted to kill Ed then his face switched to despair.

Tristan carefully rolled onto her side and moaned as an ache throbbed deep inside her. Dale was kneeling next to the bed and she saw love and concern on his face. She suddenly realized the level of her betrayal to this wonderful man and she collapsed on her side and began to cry in deep sobs. This aggravated her bruised flesh and she moaned in pain.

"I'm going to kill him!" Dale growled out and got to his feet quickly, his entire body shaking with rage. Rachel interposed her body between him and Ed who remained unconscious and oblivious, snoring.

"NO!" Tristan gasped aloud. She struggled to control her grief but her emotions were so raw. The thought was so seductive. She could just let Dale and Rachel believe that Ed, in his drunken state, raped her. It hid her betrayal of Dale but truthfully it just added the betrayal of another innocent man. She couldn't bear the thought of carrying that compounded sin for the rest of her life. Neither man deserved that.

She reached out a hand and Dale immediately took it in his and she used his strength to pull herself to a seated position. The throbbing flared and she winced. Rachel looked at her sympathetically understanding only too well the pain the woman was experiencing.

Tristan looked over at Ed's sweet sleeping face and wondered what their baby would look like. She caught her breath as a wave of giddy euphoria washed over her. Her emotions were all over the place. She looked at Dale and the pain of her betrayal slashed across her heart.

"Can- can we go to our room? All of us," she said glancing over at Rachel.

Dale helped her stand and Rachel got the door as the man helped his wife out of the room. They climbed down to the ground floor and stepped out onto the path leading to the other buildings. Tristan looked up and saw how dark it was.

"Wha- How long? What time is it?" she asked in confusion.

Dale shared a guilty look with Rachel. "It's past 11PM. We had dinner and lost track of the time. We stopped for a drink in the bar. There was a good band so we listened for a while. Did some dancing. I'm so sor-"

"NO! No, that sounded lovely." Tristan said then went quiet again as she realized how unworthy she was to have such a man. She began to cry again and Dale held her tighter. This just made her feel worse.

They finally reached their room and they went inside. Dale sat her gingerly on the couch and sat next to her holding her hand. Rachel sat on the chair next to the couch.

"Ed-" she began and choked on the words. She was terrified of losing Dale's love but she'd already done that hadn't she. She'd ruined everything.

"He didn't rape you, did he." Rachel said gently.

Dale looked at her sharply and Tristan gasped a deep breath of air as the truth was out. He began to growl something but Tristan shook her head. He froze and looked at her in confusion.

"No… he didn't. He wasn't even awake," she whispered.

"What? Why-" Dale gasped.

"The babies. It was the babies we saw the mothers feeding at the beach wasn't it." Rachel continued. Tristan looked up and saw the compassion in the woman's eyes. She nodded.

"Ed… he was passed out on the bed but he was erect. I thought… I thought if I could just… use that, I could get pregnant and have a child." She turned to Dale feeling a sick sense of dread in her stomach. She was expecting to see hate in his eyes or disgust at her betrayal. She wasn't ready to see guilt and shame.

Rachel watched the couple struggling to deal with their emotions and the tragic outcome of their inability to communicate. She and her husband had been the same. She hoped she could use her experience to save these two from heading down the same path she did.

"This is why you needed to talk about this. Dale knew you were desperate to have a child but you wouldn't talk with him about it. You pretended it wasn't important. You lied." She turned to Dale. "Tristan knew you were hurting about not being able to give her a child but you wouldn't talk with her about that. You pretended it wasn't a big issue. You lied." She sighed as both of them seemed so lost sitting next to each other. "Neither of you were honest with the other. Now here we are. My marriage turned into a wreckage because we weren't honest about our expectations and our needs. If we had been we might not have ever gotten married at all and for us that probably would have been the right decision." Rachel said, looking at the two who now almost looked frightened. Time to sink the hook.

"Do you love Dale?" she asked Tristan. The woman gasped and looked at her in shock.

"YES!" she exclaimed.

"Do you love Tristan?" Rachel asked him.

"Yes!" he said softly, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Then start being honest with each other," Rachel said. She stood up. "I'm tired. I'm going back to my room. I want to speak with both of you in the morning about the absent victim in this mess. We won't be down for breakfast until 10:30. I hope to see you both then."

She let herself out, went back to her room, prepared for bed and slipped under the sheets next to Ed. She had no idea how to break the news to him in the morning.