Crash

Chapter 2

It was the 10th of April, 1912 in Southampton, England and Lydia and I were about to board the RMS Titanic. We checked in at 10 am, the ship being set to depart at 12:15 pm.

Lydia and I got to our rooms, our bags dropped off as Lyd's maids scurried about to make the room homely.

I placed my journal, my solid gold pocket watch with a picture of Lydia and I inside, and $25,000 inside the safe that was included in the room.

I lounged on a couch while I waited for Lydia to get out of her traveling clothes and into something fitting for the departure.

The room was a mixture of red and gold; the curtains were red with gold floral embellishment, as was the bed spread.

I turned my attention to my journal I have kept since I was young and decided to sketch the boat.

My mother was too distraught to see me off, as she and my father, as well as my little sisters were staying in England.

I would miss my family, but I would write often when Lydia and I settled in. I knew my sister Lottie would miss me the most, just as I would if she was going to live halfway across the world.

I heard a rustling noise and glanced up, only to be amazed. I gasped when I saw Lydia; I knew she was pretty, but she was flawless today.

I envied her beauty, having always wished I looked more beautiful so we could be a beautiful couple. Her emerald green eyes glittered against her spotless pale face. Her full rose lips were the only other color besides her deeply lashed eyes.

Lyd's hair was a deep chestnut. Natural straight hair kept her unappeased as the norm was to have perfectly curly hair.

Today, the top half of her hair was French braided back; the bottom half was in loose waves down her back.

Her body was cascaded in a silvery dress that flowed across her curves like waves. The back had a deep scoop neck, which her hair hid from being immodest, yet it was sexy to glimpse.

The front had a jewel inbeaded sweetheart neckline, the sleeves flitting off her shoulders. The bodice hugged her body to her waist, then flowed out in a high low fashion to her ankles. Her silver pumps gave her the extra height she needed for only being 5'3 and 113 lbs.

Lyd was perfect to me. Her body was honestly incredibly sexy. Her little body had long curvy legs, a tight little ass, and perky 36 B breasts. Her waist was small, only 24 inches around. I wished I could find her body sexy enough to turn me on though.

I glanced at my black dress pants, white long-sleeved button down shirt, and red suspenders, wondering if I was dressed too down.

She smiled at my insecurity and pulled me to her, kissing my nose. "Darling," she mummered against my ear,"You look breath taking. It's a wonder I don't ravish your body right here, right on the couch."

I felt my cheeks grow warm at her dirty words. We've never done more then kiss, me being the one to hesitate. I was insecure about myself.

My stomach isn't flat, I don't have perfect abs, my manhood not being perfectly kept. The only thing good about me is that my dick is pretty big for how small I am.

I didn't get the feelings other men got from seeing girls wearing tight bodices. I saw their beauty in their bodies and face, but nothing in a sexual way.

I've been excited only once before; my best mate Ollie and I were 12, both swimming in the river down the street naked.

It was a normal thing to do as lads, but I saw his manliness rise and he tried to cover it up. That made me get butterflies in my stomach, and my dick rose too. We both laughed it off, saying the water felt too nice against us and got us excited.

That's why kept me from performing these unknown rituals. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me, I just didn't want to have sex with girls.

I didn't get excited about boys, hell. I just wasn't interested in sex when there was so much stuff to do with life, ya know? Maybe not....