Introduction:

On our last vacation, my wife and I were placed at a table with Jonathan and Heather during our cruise. Most of the time on cruises, you are stuck sitting with people who range from pleasant to barely tolerable. However, we were lucky enough to have enjoyable company in Jonathan and Heather, combined with delicious food which made each meal enjoyable. The only thing that was strange was that whenever we bumped into them outside of the dining room, they seemed to be trying to avoid us. At first, we didn't think much of it, but eventually it became clear that they were purposely avoiding us. We couldn't understand why because they always seemed to enjoy our company during meals.

Finally, on our last night, we stumbled upon them sitting on deck chairs looking out onto the water under a starry sky. We joined them and shared how much we enjoyed their company, suggesting that we exchange addresses so we could stay in touch after the cruise ended.

There was a pause before Heather spoke up. "I don't think that's a good idea."

We were taken aback by her response and asked for an explanation since we got along well during meals and were confused about their avoidance of us outside of those times. "We didn't mean to be rude and we do like your company," explained Jonathan, "but we had a bad experience on a previous cruise."

We still couldn't understand why their past cruise experience would affect their behavior towards us, so we pressed for more information. "It's quite a long story," responded Jonathan.

"It's a perfect evening for storytelling and we don't have anywhere else to be," my wife chimed in. "Why not share your story with us?"

Jonathan and Heather exchanged glances before coming to an agreement. "Who should tell it?" asked Jonathan.

"Why don't you both share as you go along?" suggested Heather.

So there we sat under the starry sky, watching the reflection of the ship's lights on the water as they began to tell us their story. I've tried my best to retell it accurately, indicating who was speaking at each point.

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Jonathan:

Last year, while on a Caribbean cruise, my wife Heather and I met a couple named Paul and Camille. We clicked immediately and spent the entire trip together. The cruise departed from Vancouver and made stops along the Mexican and Caribbean coasts before ending in Miami. We had made reservations at a hotel in Miami to explore the city, but Paul and Camille insisted that we stay with them instead. They offered to show us around and take us to all the best spots. Since we were having such a great time with them, we happily accepted their invitation.

The first few days were fantastic. Paul and Camille took us to see the city and even drove us out to Little Havana. In return, we treated them to dinner at some amazing restaurants. On the third day, Camille wanted to cook dinner for us so she could introduce us to some of their friends. We offered to take everyone out, but she insisted on cooking and said it wouldn't be any trouble; she just needed to defrost a few things.

That evening, we had dinner with Paul, Camille, and their friends Carlos and Marina. It was a fun night filled with good food and plenty of wine. Carlos was particularly entertaining and kept us laughing all night long. However, he didn't drink any wine because of his sensitive stomach. Still wanting to join in on the fun without upsetting his stomach, he asked if we minded joining him in smoking some pot. It had been a while since Heather and I smoked pot, but in order to keep the party going, we agreed. Carlos pulled out a small bong and we each took a hit, soon feeling light-headed and having a great time. After dessert, Carlos passed around one last hit for "one for the road." This hit tasted strange to me, and that's the last thing I remember.

The next thing I knew, I woke up in bed the next morning. I was still fully clothed but my pants and shoes were off. It seemed like I had passed out after that last hit and either stumbled to bed or someone had carried me there.

Heather:

That last hit tasted odd to me as well, and like Jonathan, I have no recollection of anything else until waking up the following morning as he was sneaking out of the room. I was also on top of the covers with a blanket haphazardly thrown over me. Surprisingly, my panties were missing but I didn't give it much thought at the time; I assumed I had taken them off when I went to use the bathroom and would find them there. I got up, showered, and found a change of clothes before heading downstairs for breakfast where everyone else was already eating.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I found Paul, Camille, and Jonathan already at the table, finishing up their breakfast. Camille quickly jumped up to make me some eggs and reheat my coffee. As we ate, Paul and Jonathan went over the plan for the day. They were going to spend some time doing "guy stuff," which meant sports-related activities like golf. Meanwhile, Camille and I were going to wait for Marina to come over and then she would drive us to different malls for some shopping. Later in the afternoon, we would all reconvene.

Marina arrived before I finished eating, so she joined Camille and me at the table for coffee. After a few minutes, Camille excused herself to get dressed since she had been busy cooking breakfast. This left Marina and me alone at the table.

That's when Marina started acting strange. She stammered and apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry about what I have to do. You have to understand that I love Carlos very much, but I have to put up with his flaws even though some of them are unacceptable to me. I tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted, and you know how stubborn he can be."

I asked her what she was talking about.

Without looking at me, Marina reached into her purse and handed me a small paper bag. "Here," she said.

"What is it?" I asked as I looked inside the bag.

Two polaroid photos fell out onto my hand. The first photo showed me lying on the couch with my legs spread open, my panties around my ankles and my skirt hiked up to my hips. My right hand was deep in my exposed crotch. What made this picture even more horrifying was the blissful expression on my face - most likely from whatever was in that final hit.

"Marina," I began.

"Please, Heather," she interrupted. "I have no control over him when he gets like this. He forced me to take these pictures. I feel so awful about it. It was a stupid prank. But I can't say no to him."

So, Carlos had played a disgusting fraternity joke on me. It was disgusting, but I knew I would survive it. Then I saw the second photo. In this one, my panties were gone and Carlos was kneeling in between my legs with his face buried in my exposed groin. My hand was resting lightly on his shoulder, and I appeared to be looking directly at him with pleasure.

I was seething with anger as I looked up at Marina. "That's as far as he went, I swear! He barely even touched you, just enough for the picture! Honestly, I swear to God!"

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