Unexpected Adventure Pt. 03 by SmoothandLovely
Immerse yourself in 'Unexpected Adventure Pt. 03,' a thrilling gay erotic sex story that explores passion, desire, and unexpected encounters. Join the characters on a sizzling journey filled with steamy moments and tantalizing twists. Perfect for fans of LGBTQ+ romance and erotic fiction!<br/> As July was winding to a close, Adrian and I discussed what would come next for us. I knew that my brother would be finishing his trip in early August and wanted his boat back since he had been separated from “his baby” long enough but I had gotten used to living the nautical life and Adrian had become spoiled, deliberately I will admit but spoiled nonetheless. If I brought up the subject of leaving the boat or even mention the date that my brother would return with his family, her immediate comment was that someone had better be prepared to remove her kicking and screaming. At first I believed it was simply her sense of humor but as the days wore on and the message was repeated, I was beginning to wonder. Perhaps I should advise my brother to ignore her as much as possible if she is still here when he returns and hope that she will become invisible or eventually go away on her own if she is not fed regularly.
We had settled into a comfortable routine, and it was the best summer break I had in many years. Adrian was a free spirit and made friends easily so my social circle increased exponentially just being with her. She knew everyone at the marina, staff, captains, mechanics and owners of the mega yachts, as well as people in the restaurants and bars, so once we left our boat at night for dinner it was almost a nonstop social event. A couple of times I went out to the bar with her as “Nikki the Sexy Bitch”, “NSB” as Adrian liked to call me, and the majority of people that we ran into would welcome me as her love interest either way, but I noticed that as NSB I was more outgoing and got bigger smiles and more attention. I will admit that I had become very comfortable dressing as a female and part of the difficulty that I was having as the holiday was ending was the thought of leaving this life, and NSB behind when we left the marina and Cape Cod. When I casually mentioned my trepidation to Adrian over dinner one night her response was a very matter of fact, “…then don’t leave her. She is you after all and probably more you than you want to admit so bring her with you.” It seemed so simple when she said it.
One day we came back from the beach, took showers and went to the upper deck for an apéro, and I decided to broach the subjects that were bothering me with Adrian to get her opinion. “May I ask you a serious question?” I said.
She gently slid her sunglasses lower on the bridge of her nose and looked at me over the frame and responded without a hint of a smile, “If you’re breaking up with me I will rip your heart out with my hands and feed it to the sharks.”
“Oh, may I get you some pretzels?”
“Good recovery, Nicki, what’s up?” she said with a grin.
“At some point in the not-too-distant future…” I started, only to be interrupted.
“Remember the sharks!” came the quiet comment accompanied by a phony frown.
“As I was saying, at some point in the not-too-distant future, we will be forced to disembark from this vessel and we will be faced with certain decisions and one, not the most important but an unexpected one, has been on my mind recently and I am not sure what to do. It is something that you faced years ago and fortunately you had some guidance in that regard. I am very apprehensive and don’t want to make a mistake so I’m asking for your guidance now since you are the only person who can possibly understand.”
“The introduction is serious enough so I can’t even imagine the question. You know that I will gladly hear you out and give you my opinion if you still want it. Now, tell me what’s bothering you?” she said as seriously and calmly as I have ever seen her.
I was quiet for a few moments, took a deep breath and finally began. “I am confused about what I have become, about NSB. It started as a lark, a way to have some fun with you, and over the last couple of weeks I’ve come to realize that I am very comfortable in that role, maybe even more comfortable than being regular Nicki.” Adrian silently put the magazine on the coffee table and took a sip of her drink and I continued, “You made your choices years ago and now you are ‘Adrian’ and no one else. During the day, I am Nicki, the slightly effeminate young man who has a brother, friends and a career, and only become NSB on an occasional evening when we go out together. I know that you accept me either way but my brother, my friends and people in my office only know me as Nicki or Nicholas. I don’t know if I want to go back to being the original Nicki all the time, but I don’t know if I have the courage and strength to face life entirely as NSB either. I am not usually indecisive, never have been, but in this instance I am not sure what to do.” I took another deep breath and sipped my drink.
Adrain moved her hand to rest on my arm, and responded, “Nicki, remember that inside you are a beautiful and loving person, and your family and true friends will love that person regardless of outward appearances. So, the real question is: what will make the person inside you happiest? In the end, the people that do not accept ‘you the person’ do not matter.”
As I sat quietly Adrian continued, “Do you see the greetings you get as NSB when we go out? Your dance card is always full, the hugs and kisses from males and females are nonstop and there is true warmth and friendship everywhere you go. Believe me when I tell you that it is not all attributable to your looks. Your attitude and composure are different, you carry yourself differently and it shows in your self-confidence. That person exists as Nicki or NSB and the choice of which face you want to present to the world is yours but don’t compromise your happiness. If you are comfortable as NSB, then live NSB—period. If you wish to continue as Nicki then follow your heart and live that way. You should know by now that I will be by your side for as long as you want me either way.”
After she finished she leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips and we were quiet for a few minutes while I considered her words. “I am so glad that I met you,” I said.
“You should be,” she replied with laugh.
We enjoyed our drinks and spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and talking to people in the marina as they walked by on the dock. As the sky signaled the coming of evening and the music from the bar got louder, a fellow that we recognized from one of the other boats came by with a cold bottle of champagne saying it was a gift from Rafael and Ali who asked that we join them on his boat at 8:30 for dinner at 9:00. We had not seen them in over a week so we would not refuse and gladly accepted the gift and the invitation.
After refreshing our drinks, we went to the cabin to start getting ready for the evening’s festivities. I asked Adrian if she had a nice outfit I could borrow for the evening, and she simply smiled and said, “Of course, my love.”
It took me longer to prepare since she had to make my nail polish presentable and while doing that she showed me a nice, yellow off-the shoulder minidress that she felt would look great on me. She also suggested letting her do my make-up a bit bolder as she would like to make my eyes stand out in spectacular fashion and offered some nice jewelry to complete the look. She went on to offer assistance for shopping over the next few days to expand my wardrobe if I wanted it.