Julia & the Audreys in the 90s, pt 3

[amichan]

 

 

Someone's moving around...oh, right Julia's here and two others. I roll back over and go to sleep again. I've no need yet and it's probably early. Sure. They can feed themselves too. They're adults. I don't need to be up. I float back to a dream of swimming through bright clear water surrounded by large happy colored fish and clams opening up to let their pearls be easily taken.

Coffee is not underwater.

I open my eyes slowly. The bedroom door is open and I can hear sounds of talking from the other room and smell coffee coming from there.

There's sounds of a toilet having been flushed and water running from the sink. I turn over in the bed so that I'm facing that way and listen. It's Julia and Parker in the main cabin, so I make sure that I'm covered in the blanket as Audrey comes out of the bathroom. There's a pull from my shoulders but nothing too bad, yet.

“Good morning?” she queries.

“Yeah,” I agree, “You?”

“It'll be better once the coffee's finished,” she says.

“You know it'll be about lunch time before we get to Newfoundland, right?” I tell her, “if you need headache stuff...”

“Let's just see how the coffee does first,” she says, “and whatever Julia's coming up with for breakfast,” she glances towards the cabin and then heads back that way, but pauses before she reaches the door and drops her voice to almost a whisper, “Parker wants to use the bathroom but she's paranoid about your state of dress, so...if you could do whatever you need to do and get out there quickly it'd be appreciated.”

“Okay, then.”

“Thanks,” she says, one hand on the door.

I give her a mock salute and she pauses with this expression that suggests she was going to stick her tongue out at me and then shakes her head and closes the door.

It is a well practiced routine at this point so it doesn't take long to dose, dress in a few layers of tank, sweater and such and come back out into the main cabin, carrying the bong and some more pot, as things are getting nice and loose. Audrey is working her way through a pile of toast that she's buttering and setting aside on a plate. Julia, however, is stirring something that's in a pot on the stove. I can smell spices beginning to fill the cabin and competing with the coffee. I inhale slowly trying to take in what's going on. Whatever she's doing she seems very excited. Parker also seems excited, but in a different way as she scoots by me and heads through the bedroom at a quick pace.

I set the bong down on the counter and let Audrey know that it's there if she needs it.

“Could you do it on the deck though?” Julia asks, “Might be safest for everyone else...contact highs and things...”

I can't help but smirk, but she's probably right. It would be hard to pilot if there's a wench sitting in my lap, grinding against me...to say the least of not being able to see through her...

“Okay, Boss?” she says, with teasing tone.

“I'm just...going to check the weather on the radio...” I point.

“I. Don't. Want. To. Know,” I hear Audrey saying firmly to Julia behind me.

“You might...” Julia says.

It's all clear towards Newfoundland which is good. We can get what they need and get what I need and get on the way to where we, technically all, need to be.

 

I come back from the cubby which passes for a bridge on the Ursa considering how small she is. To find Audrey pouring coffee and Parker nursing a mug of it at the table, with a couple of pieces of toast on a plate in front of her, while Julia is still working at the stove. She has the bowls of leftovers from yesterday next to her now and is putting things together into the pot on the stove.

I amble over to see more closely what she's doing given she's humming to herself as she's working, sprinkling some of the spices I keep strapped in the back of the cabinet into the pot, stirring and tasting. There's fish, noodles and a few vegetables in there now, and she aims the flat of the spoon at my hand as I get close.

“Almost there but not quite,” she chides, “No touching.”

“I wasn't going to!” I protest, “I was just...curious.”

“Well, be curious over there,” she says, pointing towards the table, “and you can try it when it's right.”

“I will not say no to trying it,” I agree, and point questioningly at coffee mugs that Audrey is no longer filling.

“Help yourself,” she says, “They're all the same.”

I grab one and sit down.

“Is there good news from the weather radio?” Parker asks when I do.

“Should be as smooth sailing as it gets this time of year,” I tease.

There's a moment of wary look which crosses her face and then she fixes me instead with a sort of piercing look, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“That the sea is as fickle a mistress as I am?” I ask, pausing a moment to review what I just said because it doesn't sound right, and the look Julia is giving me suggests that it didn't come out entirely correctly, “things are changeable...” I wave a hand, “It's fine now, so we should set off soon, because unlike most women I can't sweet talk the sea into fairer temperament. If she's going to rustle up disaster she will, unless any of you happen to have some sort of helpful Trouble or magic weather book?”

I'm greeted with silence and no one fills it even as I drink some more of the coffee.

“I didn't think so.”

“If Troubles were useful. They wouldn't be called Troubles, Boss,” Julia says, setting a bowl of soup down by me. A spoon follows it shortly and then she sits down with one of her own. Audrey tastes a little of the soup from the pan but in the end settles for a slice of toast as she sits down. The soup tastes delicious. I close my eyes as I let it down my throat, warming myself through. I can feel the spices going through my nasal passages at the same time. It's amazing. I breath in deep because I can't believe the combination of flavors going on in my mouth right now.

“You okay?” Parker asks.

“Mm-hm,” I answer, taking another spoonful, “You should try this,” I tell her, after I've savored it and am selecting a bit with actual fish and not just vegetables, “it's really good.”

“I don't think I can do fish for breakfast,” Parker replies, “besides I'm not entirely human yet. I need to finish the coffee.”

“Yeah,” Audrey agrees.

“How's your head doing?” Julia asks, “I was meaning to ask but I was distracted concocting...”  

“It's okay,” Audrey says with a cautiousness I recognize well.

“Well, you know where the stuff is if it gets not okay,” I point out, “It will be a bit before we get to Newfoundland and more legal methods of pain control if whatever it is is, you know.”

“Right,” she says, clearly avoiding the faces of the other two who are looking at her, “Thanks.”

There's minor chit-chat as we finish breakfast and I'm excused even though I didn't make anything so that I can get us underway with Julia's help as she's the only one who might know anything about anything to do with that. Audrey and Parker will clean up the kitchen and put things away.

“Remember things need to be secured,” Julia warns as we go to check the lines and make sure the Cape is still attached with all lines, and pull up her own anchor. There's a wistfulness to Julia as she puts a hand on the Cape's cabin frame and then moves to check the lines, as I climb up to the bridge. Might not be the wisest to loose the bigger boat first, but it's not going to be for too long and it's not as if we're in a storm.

Soon enough we're back on the Ursa and gently moving off, watching the Cape in case she decides to yaw weird all of a sudden, but she behaves herself, following along like the ugly duckling behind it's much smaller mother duck.  

 
 

We make good time considering our tow. Parker sits out on the bench watching the waves for a while, and the three of the ladies sit talking as well, and then disappear inside again. After a while longer Julia comes to the cubby-cabin to see how things are going and apparently massage my scalp. I lean back into it. Sitting, as I am, my head slips back towards her boobs.

“What's up?” I ask her.

She looks down at me. There's a slightly amused glance towards my crotch but at the same time she looks concerned too and strange because she's at a weird angle her eyes level with my mouth and our noses almost touching.

“I would ask you,” she says.

“I would probably say something smarmy like you,” I tell her, “You're up, or keep that up and something else might be...”

She blows a raspberry at me, “Boss...” there's a tone again.

“Yes?” I ask, leaning forward again and checking everything on the panels just to be safe.

“Come on, now. I get the feeling if you were by yourself you would maybe be stopping for a break about now. Don't feel you have to push on because we're--” she waves a hand about the area.

“I...” I can't finish though because she has a point. They need to get back and I am trying to get them there as fast as I can.

“It is time travel, Boss. We won't be late.”

“...and your Audrey?” I ask her.

She glances towards the area of the prow where Audrey is leaning on the railing, and purses her lips, “You have me there,” she says, “but still you don't need to be in pain too. Do I have to bribe you with a blow job to go? Or will one as reward help incentivize you to do so?”

“I didn't know blow jobs were on the table,” I tell her with a raised eyebrow, turning slightly in the seat.

“Well, I wasn't thinking on the table given who knows when company might arise,” she answers, “but there is a dresser in your room...for later though,” she amends, “given lost time and all. There's room enough to work with here.”

“You're a wicked wench.”

“So I've been told,” she replies with a smile, “You didn't answer about the BJ,” she points out.

“No, I didn't, but let's have something more to look forward too, and I imagine you can keep her on a bearing...” I gesture to the controls, “while I 'freshen up'.”

“Aye, Boss. I reckon as I can,” she gives the half salute as we trade positions, and then yanks my sleeve to pull me down for a kiss before I can get away.  

 

 

I take a partial and come back out in that nice mellow place where things are cozy, having brought two small rolls of Canadian money from one of the stash spots for them to acquire things with; because it'll be reimbursed at a later time.

Parker is sitting on the restored couch reading when I come back out of the bedroom and I soon realize that's because Audrey is hitting the bong on the deck all the way towards the prow. She waves to me as I go to check on her, wiping at her nose self-consciously.

“I might think you'd been at some nose candy,” I point out.

“Looking for a share?” she answers.

“Of nose candy?”

She gives me a slight glower as though she doesn't want to risk anything stronger, “No,” she extends the hand holding the bong.

“When in Rome,” I remark, taking a hit.

“I thought we were Holland,” she answers as I pass it back.

I shrug, “Wherever we are we're not in the U.S.”

“I hope you actually do know where we are,” she says, blowing smoke over the side.

 

“Close enough,” I scan the horizon, “and not too much long before we hit actual port either,” I tap the railing a couple of times and go to check on the wench.