11. Jamie

Sure, I should have told Teddy we were going to a nude beach, but with his mood, I didn't want to scare him. I woke up to the feeling of arms wrapped around me, a hardness against my ass, and his hand brushing my dick. My first thought was to ask Teddy if he was going to take care of it, before I remembered he was a he.

While I'd never thought of my friend, or any man, in that way before, nothing in me said it was wrong. Different. New. But not wrong.

Then I walked in on Teddy in the shower. The sleep hadn't cleared from my eyes when I decided going pee couldn't wait and decided to fuck with him by flushing the toilet. My eyes were wide open when he came hard while saying my name.

If he thought I didn't see the boner he tried to hide under a pillow when I got naked, he was wrong. Then Teddy runs off into the water as the only person in clothes at a nude beach, and I decide he needs a few minutes.

Teddy needs time to think things through, especially with his Catholic guilt on top of it all, and I am processing too. I don't have guilt over sexual thoughts and feelings, but I do have some over starting the whole thing.

It was me who kicked this all off with teasing him at the restaurant, and I'm the one who booked us on a Pride cruise. I took another look at the itinerary on the second day, and realized the last stop was Cock Island, which should have been a hint.

After a few minutes of baking in the rising sun, I get up to have some water and fruit. I notice Teddy is still standing in the same spot, water up to his stomach while he looks out over the gentle waves. Deciding he's had enough time, I shake out my sandy towel and toss it on the edge of the seat before jogging along the hot sand.

Splashing into the water until it's at my waist, I jump on Teddy's back and make him yell in surprise. I've jumped on him more times than I can count, always cracking up at how he shouts and tries to throw me off.

This time is different.

I forget to take into account my bare body pressing against his, and my dick trapped between his back and my stomach as water ebbs and flows over us. The water isn't much cooler than the air, and I feel my dick react to the feeling of warm skin.

"Get off," Teddy grabs at my arms wrapped around his neck and twists, trying to dislodge me. He isn't as bendy or long-limbed as I am, but he is strong, and eventually we both end up taking a dive.

After catching my breath, I swim under the water and grab his legs, lifting Teddy and dropping him right back in. He's spitting out sea water and I'm laughing as we square off. When he goes to grab me under the arms, I cling on to his front, and I'm in a similar predicament to before.

Teddy freezes, looking up at me with his hands gripping onto my back. We're both panting hard and dripping wet.

"What are you doing, Jamie?"

"Winning."

Teddy sighs, rolls his eyes, and tries to push down on my shoulders. I hook my ankles over his ass and he only manages to move me so my hardening dick is pressed against his in Teddy's slightly lowered trunks. Our wrestling has caused his shorts to slip and expose his dick and the thatch of hair leading to his happy trail.

He tries to wiggle free, and the tips of our dicks touch. I let out a moan at the same time he gasps, and I thrust against his uncut head without conscious thought. I can't feel him as much as I might without the water, but it does make us slip and slide easily. It feels amazing.

Teddy joins me in moaning, no longer trying to push me away.

We don't say a word, moving against each other in the water as our breathing picks up pace along with our thrusts. Teddy moves his hands to my ass to help us along, and I feel heat pool in my belly sooner than I expect. His hands tighten on me, the fingers close to dipping in my crack, and I imagine his finger there as my orgasm overtakes me. Teddy's dicks goes off in response, and we're both looking down at our milky cum floating on the water between our navels.

Teddy's panting breath is hot against my face, and suddenly I'm dumped in the water. I'd loosened my grip when I came, and he's tugging his shorts back into place before I come up for air, reaching the shore before I know which way is up.

Watching from the water, I see Teddy grab a towel and his things before continuing on to the parking lot.

Rushing out of the water, I grab my things and try to follow, but a man stops me from leaving the beach while still in the nude, and Teddy catches a golf cart before I can get redressed.

The whole ride back, I think about what we did and how I feel about it. Kissing Teddy the night before felt good. I got off so fast with him in the water, and so did he. And we hadn't had anything to drink, so there's no way to say it was lowered inhibitions this time. I'm not opposed to kissing him again, and wonder what other ways we could get off together.

If I haven't fucked everything up with my best friend…

Back on the ship, I find Teddy eating lunch in a lounge chair on our private balcony. He is polite, but doesn't meet my eyes when I greet him and say I'm going to the gym. By the time I'm back after hours staying away, he is showered and in clean clothes.

"Dinner and a show tonight?" I ask, hoping he still wants to be around me.

"Sure," Teddy nods. I breathe a sigh of relief and see if he's just being agreeable.

"There's Drag Queen Karaoke, we could do that after eating."

"Sounds good," he grabs his cell phone and the beer I hadn't noticed before.

So we were back to drinking and ignoring things. Great.

After the ship leaves port, Teddy and I head to dinner and I decide to stay sober. He gets chattier and chattier, and I can't help smiling at his antics.

How have I never noticed the dimple in his right cheek?

By the time we get to karaoke, Teddy is on the drunk side of tipsy. A drag queen performs some Mariah, and sets the tone by not lip syncing, complete with the high notes and improvised harmonizing.

"She's impressive," I lean towards Teddy at our table and he turns to look at me with a challenge in his eyes.

"We can do better," his words are joined by a wide smile as he stands from the table with a wobble.

Turning, Teddy makes his way to the table where they told us you can sign up to sing. Teddy never sings, so I have to assume he's signing me up to embarrass me. I can rock Britney or whatever he thinks will embarrass me the most. He's forgetting I have no shame.

When he sits down, smug grin in place, Teddy refuses to tell me what he picked. A few off-key songs later, and they are calling both our names.

"TJ and JJ with: Rich Girl," the drag queen announces, and Teddy pulls me to the stage.

The screens in front of us pop up, and I see it's the old Gwen Stefani song. I think I know the words? I remember it being similar to the song in the musical, Fiddler on the Roof, which my sister performed in, but more pop.

The music starts and Teddy points to the screen, "You do the rap parts."

Teddy starts singing, and I'm surprised at his skill. I've never heard more than a hum or whistle from Teddy before, and he's singing like he does it for a living. I stumble through my parts, not having the same skill he's pulling out of a hat, and we leave the stage laughing.

When I help him to our room and he passes out before I'm even tucked in, I have to believe I haven't messed everything up. Teddy is still my best friend, even if our dicks do get hard for one another now.