3 comments/ 20183 views/ 6 favorites Allure of the Seas Ch.01 By: garthburgandy All persons depicted performing sexual acts are above the age of 18. Enjoy! ***** Day 1: "Dude, hurry up and choose so we can order." My best friend since the day I was born, Giovanni Rizzo, was sitting beside me and impatiently tapping his fingers on his menu. "Relax or you're gonna get a smack, kid." I jokingly punched his shoulder. "Fine, I'll get the fish tacos, thank you." I handed my menu back to the waitress, who was sporting a look of intense boredom. The heat of the night was lowering over our table, held back only by the brisk breeze coming in off of the ocean. All along the shoreline people were playing Frisbee, enjoying drinks and laughing with their friends, or simply taking a night time stroll. Maybe I should back up. My name is Jasper Callaghan, and I'm currently impatiently awaiting fish tacos on the beach. Giovanni, also known as Van or simply, John, and I had just finished our last year of university. As a celebration our families decided to go on a cruise together, arriving a day early so we could spend some time in Miami, where the boat was stationed. Our two families were composed of my parents, Tracy and Max, and my twin sisters, Casey and Daisy. I know their names are similar, so we try and put a lot of emphasis on the first letters of their names. They say kids are prone to phases, which must be true since Casey goes for days, sometimes weeks, without saying a word. Daisy has become very adept at speaking for her, so we direct our conversation towards her. For a couple of eight year olds, they had the personalities of somebody my age. John's family, on the other hand, was closer to traditional than mine. His Dad's name was Julian, which is where he got his Italian roots from. John's Mother was white, named Daphne. Julian was allowed to name his son, while Daphne named their daughter, Shannon. We had been a close knit group since our Dads worked together on a commercial renovation job. My Dad is an electrician, and Julian is a general contractor. They've been in business together for years, combining their skills and becoming a behemoth in the field of house flipping. Luckily, my Mom and Daphne got along famously. Once we discovered how well our families connected we started spending more and more time together. Eventually, they became like an extended family that we all love to death. Shannon was 19, so she could only drink when the boat stopped overseas on an excursion where the drinking age in lowered. She still had a couple years left in university, so we liked to joke about her being the baby of the group. Yes, my sisters are younger than she is, but that makes it so much funnier. "I got fish tacos, too." Daisy whispered to me. "I thought you didn't like fish?" I whispered back, unsure of why we were being quiet but playing along anyway. "I don't, but I wanna try it while we're here." If there are two things everybody should know about Daisy, it's that she doesn't like the colour green and she doesn't like new things. She loves to try them, but it never ends up working in her favour. With this in mind, I pulled aside our waitress as she was walking past and asked her to bring a plate of chicken fingers and French fries, a historical favourite of the twins. Daisy didn't see me do it, but I knew she'd thank me later. "You guys planning on meeting any hot babes this week?" Julian was munching on free fish sticks, a staple of our chosen restaurant; "Off the Hook". "I don't make plans, I let the universe make arrangements for me." John grabbed his Dad's fish stick and snapped it in half, eating the end he ripped off. "It's always worked out for me so far." "Pig." Shannon snorted. John's various conquests were well known to the family, but still remained a topic that was always tiptoed around. Besides, who really wants to talk about their friend's sex life in detail anyway? Speaking of sex, it's been weeks since I had any. Something in me had just switched off; I didn't want to pursue women just for one night, I wanted somebody special. Unfortunately for me, it was hard to find somebody that didn't bug me after a couple hours. Van was the exception to that; he was basically my brother at this point and we'd never had so much as a fight between us. At long last our meal arrived, and I dug in with vigor. We had all starved ourselves for the day in order to consume as much food as possible at this incredible eatery. Plates of crab cakes and fish tacos, salmon steak and fried tilapia, and chicken fingers with fries. "Bleh!" Daisy spat out her bite of a fish taco into a napkin. "That's so gross! It tastes like dirt!" "That's called cilantro, Daisy." I took a big bite from her taco and momentarily let myself dip into a pool of heaven. "Oh God, that's good." With a frown on her face, Daisy thanked me for ordering her chicken fingers before devouring three of the six fingers, seemingly all at once. After fifteen minutes of straight silence, we all took a breath from our plates. "This is the best seafood I've ever had." John moaned, clearly upset that he was too stuffed to eat more. "I know, man, I want to move here just for this place." I was ready to lie down on the table at this point, full beyond compare. We paid our bill and stumbled two blocks down to our hotel, all half-drunk from our many margaritas and long island iced teas. On the elevator ride up, Julian and John decided to go down to the bar and get liquored. I declined on the basis that I was already inches from sleep. "Max, come on, brother!" Julian was patting my Dad on the back like that would help encourage him. "Hell no, I go down for one drink then I stay down there for ten, waking up the next morning feeling like I was skull fucked by big foot." My Dad laughed at his creative tongue, which I also had to give him credit for. "Jesus, Max." My Mom scoffed. "You're lucky the girls didn't hear that." She was right; they hadn't. The two of them had noise cancelling headphones on and were completely oblivious to the world around them. It became a bit of a running joke to see who could say the raunchiest thing while they were muting us. Leaving John and Julian to their drinking, the rest of us headed up to our rooms. My parents were soon fitted in their bed, Casey and Daisy on the other bed, and I on the pull out couch. Everyone in the room was just as tired as I was, and were lost in their dreams in no time. I, too, fell asleep fantasizing about the upcoming adventure our family was going to enjoy. Something in my stomach told me this wasn't going to be an ordinary cruise. I was hoping silently that I would meet somebody: a gorgeous, sexual somebody. Yeah, the chances were slim, but hope is what makes humanity great. Hope that we can succeed, hope from the darkness, and hope that I can nail a hot blonde with big cans. Oops, my bad. Got a little carried away there. But to be honest, if that offends you then this isn't the story for you, friend. Day 2: The next morning, we were all crowded around the curb waiting for a taxi to take us to the boat. John had hollow eyes indicating a hangover, and was holding a cup of steaming, black coffee. "Petty sure you can't keep that cup, son." I shook my head at him. "Then they can bill me for it." He grumbled through clenched teeth. Not clenched in anger, but in agony from the ricocheting pings of pain being rocketed around his glass skull. We loaded all nine of us into two taxi buses, and sped off towards the docks. We rolled through the city with our windows down, letting a brisk and relaxing breeze wash through the van and protect us from the scorching morning sun. Daisy had her seatbelt off and had climbed into my lap, sitting on her knees and gazing in wonder over the vast ocean, dotted with boats and stretching far beyond where the eye could see. "It's beautiful." She whispered. "Yes it is, sweetheart." I kissed the top of her head and held her steady by the straps of her overalls. Once we reached the ships, the reaction from the girls was enthusiasm beyond what I'd ever seen. They were bouncing on the spot waiting for us to unload the taxi, curious as to what the inside of such an enormous boat would hold. With our suitcases in hand, with the exception of John, who was holding only his coffee, we took off towards the building that connected us to the gaping archway that would mark our entrance to the boat. "Giovanni, pick up that suitcase for your sister." Daphne ordered her son. He complied with a grumble and handed his coffee to Shannon, demanding that she handle it with the utmost importance. She was, of course, happy to not have to carry any luggage. Every bump that Van hit on his way into the enormous building would send a pulse to his head, where he'd proceed to let us know through a deep, hearty groan. Shannon shoved his coffee back into his hands and grabbed the handle from the suitcase. "I'll carry it, you wimp." She spat. "Thank you." John smiled weakly. We arrived at the check in line, and saw how slowly it was moving. Clearly, too many people had taken a break at the wrong time and left only one girl to check people in. There was a man arguing with her at the front of the line and holding it up for everyone. My boredom overtook me and I told John to watch my suitcase. I'm not sure if he heard me but I took his sigh as confirmation. Off to the side from the line, there was an interesting piece of art that was calling my name. The sculpture was depicting Aphrodite, the goddess of love. I got lost staring at it, partially because of how tired I was by being up this early. In fact, I didn't even notice when a brown haired girl was suddenly standing beside me. She was turned my way, gazing at the statue from a different angle. "Telling myself to rebuild and rebound, yet always hoping to see you around." I sang to her, and she turned around with a pleased wonder in her eyes. "Because that's my idea of safe and sound." She spoke back to me in the same sing-songy tone that I had, stunned for a moment that somebody had awkwardly quoted lyrics that coincided with the band her shirt was promoting. "The Story So Far." I declared to her, pointing at her shirt, which had their logo and band name in bright red letters. "They're one of my favourite bands." "Shut up, they're one of my favourite bands." She stuck her hand out. "Kristin Quinn." "Jasper Callaghan." I announced to her, shaking her hand. "Which boat are you going on?" "The Allure of the Seas." She said with, and I hope I'm not mistaken, a hopeful tone. Like she was giving me the hint that she hoped we were on the same boat. Thankfully, we were. I told her and she played it off like she was barely interested, but I saw the spark ignite in her eye as she looked me up and down. What really gave her away was the quick lick of her lips she did before turning away and walking off. "Maybe I'll see you on board sometime." She called back, not waiting for a response. If people still played the hard to get game, she was one of them. Daisy walked up behind me and fake karate chopped my leg, making a 'thwack' noise with her mouth as she did. "Who was that?" She asked. "A very pretty girl, don't you think?" I was still staring as Kristin and watching her leave. There was a breathtaking jiggle going on with her ass that was difficult to part with. "Jasper, get over here!" My Mom was calling to me and I rushed over to pick up my bags and suitcase. After dumping them off to the crew to get our bags sent up to our rooms, we walked up the long plank, like an excruciatingly long ramp. Then up to a series of stairs where we climbed up another ramp to get to the opening of the boat. Poor John, I thought he was going to pass out by the second flight of steps. "As soon as we get on board, nobody talk to me for a full day." He ordered through wheezing. "Welcome on board." The staff greeted us just as we stepped onto the deck of the boat. It was like being in a huge palace, surrounded by glistening pillars and chandeliers. There was a lounge one way, a cupcake store next to it, a pizza shop across the way, and a host of other attractions scattered wherever my eyes could land. I could see the impression it was making on the twins, leaving them speechless (which wasn't normal for BOTH of them, just Casey). Their faces were stuck in smiles as they absorbed the sheer wonder of their new home for a week. We loaded into an elevator, all bound for the ninth floor. My parents had a room that backed onto the side of the boat, giving them a brilliant view. My sisters and I, on the other hand, had our own rooms. The twins together, and me right across the hall from them. I had two beds, so planned to use the other as a place to lay my clothes. It was a surprisingly spacious room, with a bathroom and shower right behind the front door. I had a TV in the corner facing the two beds, with a dresser below it. Between the two beds was a nightstand hosting a lamp and a radio I could plug my iPod into. "Not bad." I examined every inch of my room and got familiar with it. These beds demanded to be tested for comfort, so I wasted no time in kicking off my shoes and climbing onto the mattress. "Not bad." I chimed to myself, picturing all the nights I may spend passed out drunk on this very same bed. I could feel the loss of sleep over the past couple days starting to get to me. Coupled with the fact that I hadn't slept well through any of the nights leading up to my final exams, it didn't take long for me to drift off to sleep. Usually the things I dream about are based off of what I see the day before I sleep; just one of my weird quirks. What made this particularly enjoyable, was Kristin. Why, you might ask? My brain is hard wired for sex, always had been. So when a jaw dropping brown haired goddess waltzes into my life it was futile to ask my overactive brain to switch off. The second my mind entered a dream state, all my thoughts centered on her. My mental fantasy opened up with Kristin lying on her back, spread out on a quilt on the ground. A golden brown field lay sprawling around us, reaching the furthest corners that my eyes could see. One lonely tree stood tall and mighty, casting shade over the two of us. When I looked from the field back to Kristin, her clothes had vanished. Not taken off, literally vanished into thin air. That's the power of dreams. Not to mention that my brain had decided that Kristin needed monstrously large cans, even though I knew they weren't that stacked in real life. Her, still impressive, C-cup breasts had transformed into two beautiful shaped double D's. She had her legs apart, giving me an encouraging stare. Her invitation to watch did not go unanswered. With her tits pushed together between her biceps, the wobbling hills were vying for my attention. Capped by her delicately pink nipples, with areolas as wide as ping pong balls, she shook her breasts back and forth. Watching her tits spill back and forth like rolling waves was captivating, to say the least. All the while, unbeknownst to me, her hand was slowly sliding its way between her legs. I was only snapped from my daze when she emitted a soft whine when her fingers brushed against the sensitive button she was pushing. Every second that passed by, Kristin only grew wetter and wetter. Her fingers were a flurry against her clitoris, circling around the engorged bud. Pinching it between her thumb and first finger, she would gently twist her clit and snap her head back, relishing the overpowering pleasure surging through her veins. It took a few minutes before she withdrew her hand from her clit, breathing both heavy and ragged. With a coy smile, she extended her middle and first finger to poke them into her sweet, glistening hole. One push was all it took to sink her fingers as deep as she could get them, clawing at the walls of her vagina with an intensity that she couldn't hide. Her free hand had landed on one of her wobbling breasts, squeezing the firm, pillowy orb with enough strength that appeared she was trying to knead a ball of dough. Pure passion guided her motions; hands grasping excitingly at her chest, tumbling with the weight of her enormous breasts. I could hear the sounds her pussy was making, trying to tighten back up every time she dug her fingers deep against her g-spot. Wet, sucking noises, like her fingers were mixing around a concoction that was slowly bubbling to the surface. Grinding her hips against her palm, rubbing her clit in time with her digging harshly against her g-spot. The hand grabbing her breast tightened to the point where I thought she'd bruise herself, but she held her grip on anyway and rode her orgasm to its booming finale. With her mouth agape and her hand clutching onto her breast with all its intensity, Kristin continued the ferocious assault on her pussy, pulling out every drop of orgasmic bliss that she could as she reached her peak. Her legs seized up and her breathing stopped entirely, lending all her body's attention to her vagina. Convulsing a few more times before collapsing in a spread eagle heap. BAM! BAM! BAM! Three solid knocks on my door shook me from my dream, followed by my best friend's voice. "Let's go get a good spot for the Jerry Stations." John urged. I jumped from my bed and bolted to the door, throwing it open and leaning into the hallway. The floors were padded with a soft, colourful rug that actually felt surprisingly cushiony under my toes. "Where'd your hangover disappear to?" I shouted at him as he jogged off down the hall. "There's just something about the ocean air, man." I could tell he was still sensitive to loud noises, as he winced as he yelled back. I grabbed the rest of my family and we walked to our Jerry Station; a meeting place for people on our floor in the case of an emergency. The speaker went through a boring list of rules I was too busy to listen to. My mind was wandering far away to the utter happiness I felt. Standing beside me was the rest of my family, but my Dad and Julian were nowhere to be seen. The twins were playing rock, paper, scissors amongst themselves while my Mom and Daphne paid strict attention to the presentation. On the off chance that something went wrong, I knew that they would want to be the two taking control. The next week of my life would be spent relaxing, drinking, eating, partying, and then relaxing some more. There was no stress, no drama, just a world of possibilities that my best friend and I were going to experience. "You see any hot girls yet?" John nudged me. "Yeah, before we boarded. Her name is Kristin." "You made contact? Wow, moving pretty fast." "Fuck you." "Not even if you asked politely." He chuckled. I shot him a grossed our stare. "Okay, okay, maybe if you ask politely." "Dick." I grumbled with a smile I couldn't fight back. "That's what they yell at me from a distance." He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed along with me, attracting the attention of the speaker. She drilled a hole in me for a few seconds, before resuming her speech about how to proceed if we crash. "So, this girl, she's cute?" He wasn't looking at me, as to avoid attention, so I too responded with a hushed tone. "Gorgeous, Van. Like, you have no idea." "You need a wingman?" "I wouldn't turn down some assistance." "You better hope she's got a hot sister than, amigo." He knocked his fist against my shoulder and smiled confidently. It took longer than expected, or necessary, but we finally finished the training. "Van, you alright buddy?" He was rushing out of the crowd and I was hot on his trail like he knew I could be. "Talk to me!" I shouted after him. Allure of the Seas Ch.01 "We have to make it to the bar before we leave!" "Why?" I was closing the gap between us and caught up to him, latching myself onto his arm. "Traditional pina coladas before we take off!" "I don't even like pina coladas!" I yelled to him, but not even that would stop him from charging forward to the edge of the swarm. We burst through the crowd and into an open area where we made a mad dash for the bar, where Julian and my Dad were already sitting. "We didn't think you were gonna make it." "How did you two get out here so fast?" "Dedication." Julian pulled two glasses from behind him, filled to the brim with an icy white slush. "Cheer, boys." He and my Dad clinked glasses with us just as the horn went off, signifying our departure. The boat rocked at first, then became steady as it compensated for the abrupt start. We took off out of the harbor and would continue to sail into the distance until the shoreline turned to nothing more than a blip on the horizon. "I don't even like pina coladas." I repeated, hoping somebody would hear my pleas this time. "Doesn't matter." Julian declared, taking a sip of his foamy drink. "They're the traditional first drink, and you can't make fun of 'em of I'll kick your ass." Tough guy defending a girly drink, now I've seen everything. We finished our drinks while watching the land shrivel away. "It's gonna be a good week." My Dad slapped me on the back and they turned back to the bartender. "Reggie, I'm going to need a steady stream of drinks to be served to me all week. Can I count on you to provide them?" "Without a doubt, sir." The man behind the bar had a South African accent, and was currently pouring scotch into two glasses for our Fathers. "Let's go get some waffles, man." John encouraged me. The two of us took off for the Windjammer, a huge restaurant where the food was all-inclusive. Once we got there, it was impossible to resist the urge to pile anything I saw onto my plate. I had waffles, Caesar salad, pasta with cream sauce, a milkshake, and a pulled pork sandwich. John's plate was just as overstuffed, and we silently accepted the shame of eating such a ridiculously large amount of food. We joked and ate with our mouths open, not concerned over being polite when it was just us guys. "You remember Jennifer right?" John took a big bite of a drumstick and chased it with a mouthful of creamed corn and bacon bits. "Mosely, or Westwood?" I inquired. "Mosely." "Cheerleader, popular in high school, what about her?" "Check it out; before we left, she sent me this." He whipped his phone from his pocket and scrolled across to a picture of a girl dressed in a sheer black bra and underwear. "That's Jennifer?" Her face was out of the frame, so I didn't recognize the blonde bombshell. "Hell yes it is." "You gonna do anything about it?" I was acting casual about the fact that for some reason one of the hottest girls from our high school was sending pictures like that to my friend. Don't get me wrong, he's not a bad looking guy. But she could have her pick from any guy she wanted, it was weird that she reached out to somebody she hadn't seen in years. "Probably not, too much hassle." Just as I was nodding in response, I looked up and saw Kristin sitting with another girl from across the restaurant. "Van, over there, that's Kristin." I pointed quickly in their direction, not wanting to be seen paying too much attention to them. Once he had enough of a lead to follow my gaze, I dropped my eyes back down to my pasta. He followed my pointing and his gaze landed on the two girls. "Holy fuckballs, which one is her?" "The one on the left." "Damn. Good luck, brother. Who's that with her?" "How the hell should I know?" "You're the one that talked to her, for fuck's sake. Didn't you learn anything about her?" "Yeah, we like the same type of music." I hadn't even realized until now just how little she told me about herself. "That's it?" "I'll get more later." I reached over and tried to knock his sandwich from his hands but he pulled away. "Well, I've seen all I need to. Her sister, or cousin or best friend or whatever, is stunning." John continued to fawn over the blonde companion to the brown haired girl of my attention. "I'll help you score with her." "Just for the record though, I would be able to do it on my own." I clarified, picking up a bite of waffle, pork, and French fries. "Right, totally, you just aren't gonna have to prove that." "You're fixing for a smack, kid." I hissed at him, mid-bite. Kristin glanced over and saw me looking in her direction. She waved at me and I waved back. John joined in the waving and didn't bother hiding his desperation to be introduced. "Be patient, you'll meet her." I knew he was waving for too long on purpose, but Kristin seemed light-hearted enough to laugh at his awkwardness. I turned back to my friend and laid out plans for the night; we were going to finish our food and then make a beeline for the bar. It was just past noon, but we were determined to get day drunk on our first day at sea. While discussing our plans, Kristin and her friend had gotten up and left. I cursed silently, not sure why I was upset at all that they had gone elsewhere. "So first," John polished off his plate by swallowing the last bite of pasta salad he had left. "We need to go get mojitos, and we need to get a good buzz going on before we explore this boat." "Deal." I, too, put the finishing touches on cleaning my plate. We strolled from the Windjammer and made our way to the nearest alcohol dispensing unit. Behind the bar was a man with a Hawaiian shirt on. "What can I get for you two gentlemen?" He was polishing the inside of a glass and bouncing to the beat of the exotic music that was booming over the speakers hanging off the ceiling of the bar. "Two mojitos, please." John handed him his key card and it was billed to his room. "Man, you don't have to pay for me." "I'm sure you'll be paying for plenty of drinks this week, this is me paying you back in advance." We sat side by side on the orange barstools and waited for our drinks to be made. The nametag on our bartender read 'Charlie' and we introduced ourselves. "Nice to meet you guys. What brings you on the boat? Booze, adventure, or babes?" He set our minty drinks down and continued to wipe down the bar and tidy up from our drink preparation. "Are those our only options?" I asked as I sipped my drink, absolutely blown away with how flavourful it was. "Oh, Charlie, you wonderful man." "You like, huh?" He nodded his head in a cocky way; he knew he made a good mojito. "I came for a mixture of all three. My friend here," John poked me in the chest. "Must've come for the girls, because he's already found one he's got his sights set on." "She cute?" Our bartender asked. "Oh, she cute alright." John laughed and clinked glasses with me, laughing through my eye rolls. We proceeded to spend the next hour getting acquainted with Charlie and his bar, learning his schedule so we could get drinks specifically from him whenever possible, on the promise that he make our drinks extra strong and we tip extra well. Charlie explained that he had come from a small family, didn't ever see his Dad much when he was young due to a divorce, so he was basically raised alongside his sister, Annabelle, by their older sister. "I'm happy everything turned out okay, man." I raised my glass for him, my third glass, to be specific. "Hell yeah, it did. Now I get to work on this boat year round. Know what beats living in the tropics all the time?" "What's that?" John seemed curiously intrigued. "Not a goddamn thing." Charlie slammed the bar counter and John recoiled in surprise. "It's the best, man!" We cheered along with him and ordered a fourth mojito. "Charlie, my friend, I think this may be our last drink for a couple hours." John regretfully saluted him and he stood at attention as we bowed to him and took our drinks with us towards the upper level of the deck. There were an outstretched army of white lounge chairs, most of them dotted with people trying to relax, tan, put sunscreen on their screaming kid. This is vacation, folks. "Here's what I'm thinkin,"John afraid to finish his mojito too quickly without being able to refill it, and as such was being very careful with how often he took swigs from it. "First, we go to the Promenade and get some pizza, since it's free, then we go check out that adults club." "I can dig it." After some shaky navigation, we made it to the lower deck to the Promenade; a strip of stores and boutiques, with everything from a cupcake shop to a fine tailor, a dance club and a pizza place. We were limited to one slice per pick up, and we grumbled as we took our wedge of dough and melted cheese. "Do you guys have salsa?" I asked skeptically. "We only sell pizza." The employee behind the counter looked bored and annoyed at my question. "I know, but could you just check?" I begged. With a sigh, he disappeared to the back while I waited patiently for him to emerge. When he finally did, there was a jar of salsa in his hands. "I don't know why we have this back there, but is that what you want?" He handed me a small cup of the chunky, red mixture and I thanked him. Arranged neatly in our booth, Giovanni and I devoured our pizza. Something magical was taking place at the cozy little pizza joint, named Sorrento's, and it was a magical something that I wanted to experience every day. If I wasn't a stickler for variety, I'd eat every meal here. The dough had the right amount of softness under the cheese, while keeping the bottom crusty and crunchy. No cheese in my life had ever matched the goopy, stringy delight that was spread handsomely across the slice. It was melted to perfection; just until there were tiny specks of charring appearing on the cheese, and curling the edges of the pepperoni. Speaking of pepperoni, if you haven't had Sorrento's pepperoni then you're missing out in the worst kind of way. It approached with blunt savory, saltyness, but would then leave you with traces of spice as you zoned in on your next bite. Truly perfection, ladies and gentlemen. "Nothing makes me crave pizza more than alcohol does, is that weird?" John tossed his crusts onto my plate, knowing I'd want to finish them rather than letting them go to waste. "If it's weird, then I'm in the same weird boat as you." I finished off the remainder of the pizza and dusted off my hands. "What're ya thinkin, man?" John leaned back in his chair and drummed on the tabletop. "That adult club you mentioned, think you can find it?" "No doubt, no doubt." He got up from his seat and we both engaged in a mission to find our destination. There were maps strewn across nearly every other wall, making it very difficult to get lost. Without much struggle, we found our way to the elevators and took one up to the appropriate floor. The pod raised rapidly above the ground floor of the Promenade, backed by a glass wall so we could watch the ground shrink away from us with every level we soared past. All that could be heard were screams and loud laughter from around the corner from where we deemed the entrance to the club to be. Rounding the corner proved that we were in the right spot, but it sure as hell wasn't a club for people our age. "I don't think they let in people over 18." John peered in and had to pull his head back to narrowly avoid being clobbered by a plastic chair. "Yeah, there are a lot of children in there." Behind us, there were a group of people that looked to be about our age. We approached them and asked if we were in the right spot, even though we were pretty confident we were. "You must've read the description wrong online, like we did." A blonde haired guy announced, looking strangely look a stereotypical surfer. All he was missing were the puka shells. "It was an adult club last year, they renovated it and forgot to change the shit online." "My name is Dora," The girl beside him reached out and shook our hands, then pointing to her surfer friend. "This is Craig, and that's Soupy." She directed our attention to a guy with wide-rimmed glasses and ruffled brown hair sitting by a sliding glass door leading outside. "What's up?" He raised a hand in our direction. "Nothing much, man. Why do they call you Soupy?" John asked, letting his curiosity get the better of him. "My last name is Campbell." I guess he thought Soupy was less puzzling than that. The five of us decided to take over a section of lounge chairs in the sun, getting drinks for anybody who wasn't already holding one. John and I made sure to bring our new friends to Charlie so he would make bigger tips. He aimed a silent nod at us as he assembled the various orders being flung at him, all the while having his tip jar stuffed higher and higher with bills. There was a girl with black hair sitting at the bar, twirling her straw around in her frosty, red drink. "Strawberry daiquiri?" I asked, pulling up beside her. I must've snapped her from a daydream, because she snapped her head up and took a moment to find the words to respond to me. "Um. Yes, yes it is." "Wanna know a secret?" I leaned in closer to her and whispered; "They're one of my favourite drinks." A look of fake surprise crossed her face. "But sir, you aren't a lady. This is a lady's drink!" She was playfully taunting me, snickering as she took a pull on her straw and sampled the icy red mush. "That's the beauty of the world we live in today, a man can drink anything he wants." She laughed and I introduced myself. "My name is Jasper, this is my friend Giovanni." "Please, call me John." At the mention of his name, he immediately clued in to our conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry." She apologized to me. "I've got a boyfriend, I'm not interested." A look of disbelief must've crossed my face because she immediately backtracked. "I'm sorry, I thought you were hitting on me." I calmed my facial expression and asked her if she wanted to join us for a drink, to which she happily accepted. I pointed to Craig, Dora, and Soupy, introducing them in order. The six of us talked for a long time about everything ranging from horror stories about our school, to our current jobs, to our favourite movies and music. We only had three lounge chairs split between the lot of us, but we made it work. I learned that Kelly and her boyfriend dated for three years before he asked her to marry him a few weeks ago. "I got scared and told him I needed time to myself, which any of you living with your boyfriend or girlfriend will understand." "Amen." Soupy knocked his glass against hers and they silently bonded over the spark that their freedom on the massive boat had given them. We all looked at him for an explanation. "My girlfriend and I have been living together for about two years, but she took a month to fly to India for a journalism project. It's the first time I've been alone for more than twenty four hours in over a year." Now, the whole group was trying to force in their two cents about how Kelly should handle her relationship. For a bunch of single people, we all had surprisingly strong opinions on how couples should act. "So, what are you gonna tell him when you get back?" Dora asked. "I don't know yet, that's why I took this vacation. All year I've been badgered with clients trying to do anything they can to piss me off, and it just got under my skin." Kelly finished her drink and leaned back in the lounge chair. "What do you do for a living that your clients are such shitty people?" "I run my own cupcake shop. It's an amazing job, don't get me wrong, but some people are so demanding. Everybody wants their cupcakes a special way, but they suck at baking so they ask me. But I'll be damned if they don't still try and get involved anyway." "With that type of chipper business, it's sad knowing there's such a seedy underbelly to it." I shook my head, pausing when I looked over and saw Kristin walking over with the same blonde haired girl from earlier. Their path led them Charlie at the bar, and I excused myself to freshen my drink. Kristin had changed since I last saw her, now dressed in a purple bikini with a thin cotton shirt draped over her as well. The shirt was low hanging enough that it didn't do much to cover her miraculously compelling breasts. Two perfectly shaped, cream coloured melons, with little nubs poking from the center where her nipples had clearly been affected by the cold wind whipping by us. There was no way they were smaller than a C-cup, but that wasn't even her most jaw dropping feature. When she leaned over the counter and called to Charlie, I couldn't tear myself away from the overwhelming attraction I felt for her ass. It was like it was sculpted by gods, her swimsuit perfectly caressing her carefully jiggling bottom. The green string from the bottom portion of her suit was riding up just enough that the edges of her incredible butt were peeking out, vying for my attention against her tanned legs. Toned, slender, and beautiful. It was next to impossible to stop myself from drooling, but something about being known as "the guy who spaces out for minutes at a time" wasn't very enticing, so I got my head together. "Banana smoothie, with rum please." Kristin's voice was like a peaceful melody as she hummed her order to the bartender. It even sounded sweet ordering her friend's drink; a whisky sour. Thanks to the encoding on our key cards, carrying ID around wasn't an issue. If you were 21, it said so on your card and they was enough to get you booze. Charlie glanced in my direction and I lifted my card for him to see, tapping it and pointing to Kristin, then making a drinking motion like I was playing charades. When she handed Charlie her card, he was forced to return it to her. "Sorry, ma'am, but I think somebody just bought your drink for you." "Somebody did, Charlie." I climbed onto the barstool beside Kristin and caught her attention. "Me." Maybe my smile was a little self-assured, but she didn't seem to mind. "Mr. Callaghan, I didn't think I'd run in to you so soon." There was a thick layer of charm coating her words that told me she'd been drinking, tied with the faint smell of previously consumed banana smoothies. With rum, of course. "It's amazing what can happen when you take chance into your own hands." "I still have to pay for my own drink, then?" Her friend had one eyebrow raised with her head cocked. "That depends on whether or not you let me introduce you to my friend over there. Speaking of friends," I glanced back at Kristin. "Who have you forgotten to introduce to me?" I was given the rundown of the connection between Kristin and Erica, as I came to know her. They were cousins, both there with their families. Erica had come onboard with her parents, Mike and Sally, and her brother Chuck. Expecting the same details from Kristin, I was thrown off to learn that she had only come aboard with her Mother; Tabitha. "My Dad left us when I was really little, and left us with a lot of debt. We wouldn't have survived at all, my Mom and me, if Erica's family hadn't taken us in." With just that one sentence it was easy to feel the strong connective glue that was binding these girls together. We stayed quiet for a moment, nobody sure of how to add on to that. "Well, listen, I know it's only the first day out here, but I'd really like it if you came and had drinks with us. I know Van would be happy to get to know you." I left the decision up to Erica, knowing based on Kristin's body language that she was itching to join us. "Which one is he? Van, you said?" She scanned the three males sitting by the lounge chairs. Allure of the Seas Ch.01 "Giovanni, my best buddy, is sitting by the foot of the right chair." I reiterated his name properly, scolding myself for constantly forgetting that nobody else knows his nicknames. She hesitated momentarily, looking him up and down and biting her lip. "Yeah, we can go drink with them." Apparently she deemed John good looking enough that he was allowed to make a pitch for her attention. Erica took off without us towards the gathering and left me waiting with Kristin for her smoothie to finish blending. Charlie apologized for taking so long, but I was kind of pleased to have a minute of alone time with Kristin. "So, do I owe you a dinner in return for this drink?" "Why are all the girls on this boat so cynical? Can't a guy just buy a drink for a girl that he finds appealing on a platonic level?" The smoothie was placed in front of Kristin and I slipped my card to Charlie, so he'd charge her smoothie to my room. "Say that I was going to ask you out, hypothetically, what would your response be?" "To dinner?" "To dinner." I confirmed, writing off the fact that I heard a smidge of hopefulness in her voice. Now, we were slowing walking back to the loungers. "I think I would say that one drink is enough to earn you the chance to accompany me to get a slice of pizza." Kristin was toying with me, but I welcomed the banter. "See, I'm having an internal struggle, here. Should I tell you that the pizza is free, or should I let you think that I'm willing to keep buying you things?" She laughed at my joke and bumped her shoulder against mine. That flirting made her next words all that more surprising. "Listen, I know you're being nice but I just don't want to rush into dinner with somebody I barely know. I mean, what if I really like you but you turn out to be a kidnapper?" "With that in mind, I think my best option is to agree to pizza and hope you're convinced of my normalness. At least enough that I can get you into bed." All at once, my stomach froze. Thoughts plagued my mind, all of them wondering if I'd misread our flirting. "It's going to take a lot of free pizza to get me into bed, but that's never stopped my many other suitors from trying their luck. Tomorrow for lunch sound good?" She smiled at me in a way I knew was genuine. No, I'm not a deception detective, and I can't read minds, but something in my heart just told me that when that girl was smiling at me, every ounce of it was genuine. We reached the lounge chairs and I pulled up two chairs for Kristin and me to sit near the outskirts. Erica and John were already hitting it off, with her sitting nearly in his lap and their hands brushing against each other at every pass. "So, Kristin and Erica, you two have to catch up." Soupy announced. "Yeah, we already heard everything about each other. What're your stories?" Dora got up and excused herself as she asked, needing to use the restroom after finishing off her tall, orange screwdriver. They explained how they were both off for the summer, with Kristin finishing her four years for Fine Arts. She was a piano player, and had been since she was six. Apparently, she was good enough that she had some awards under her belt. Erica, on the other hand, was in her second year of biochemistry. Same age as her cousin, but she took a couple years off before she decided on what do to with her life. Nobody quite believed her when she told us, but when she returned our dead silent stares with a shrug we knew she was serious. "She's smarter than she looks. Slutty, but smart." Kristin had leaned in and was whispering to me, balancing her chin on my shoulder. "Not that I'm judging." Erica sneered at her cousin from John's lap, but he was too dazed to notice that she had slid further and further into his lap until she was entirely seated on top of his legs. I wanted to take Kristin's attention away from her cousin so I suggested that we go relax by the pool, but only Kelly, Kristin, and Erica seemed up for it. "I hear they're having a belly flop contest later." Knowing John had a weakness for physical humour, I thought I'd convince him for sure. "No dice. I've still gotta unpack right after I finish this drink. But I'll catch up with you later, yeah? Maybe I'll meet up with the girls by the pool?" He had his eyes trained on Erica for the entire span of the second sentence, making it fairly obvious that he wanted to spend more time with her. "Have fun, bud. Dinner tonight, don't forget." I bumped his outstretched fist and we waved goodbye as I took off with the three girls. If these were my angels then hand me some lotion, call me Charlie, disembodied my voice, and shove it in a speaker. Okay, maybe not that last part. Just as we were reaching the seemingly infinite rows of lounge chairs, I cursed to myself over forgetting sunblock. It was an especially scorching day, so being unprotected was basically asking to be charred to pieces. "Shit, I forgot sunscreen." It might've been stupid, but I didn't want to leave Kristin alone, on the off chance that some other guy picked her up while I was gone. As if by some sort of miracle, she volunteered to accompany me on my journey back to my room. "Are you sure? I'm at the other end of the boat." I was only fifty percent sure that was true. With that, I took off with Kristin towards my stateroom. "You think your cousin is okay with being left with Kelly?" "If there's one thing Erica is, it's friendly." "I thought she was slutty?" "Everybody can be slutty from time to time, Erica just has a history. Like I said, I'm not judging." Any time I thought she dropped a hint, some sort of beacon of hope that I was making progress with her, I immediately second guessed it for fear of overthinking the situation. On our way back to my room, I caught a brightly lit neon sign displaying the words "Frozen Yogurt" with stacks of cones and cups beside it. I almost involuntarily floated towards it, but Kristin caught my stare and followed it to the frozen yogurt station. "You like free yogurt?" "Free?" I spat out, half in surprise and half in disbelief. She took me hand and led me to the station, where a small line of patrons were waiting for their turn at free, delicious, frozen yogurt. "How is this free?" "Because yogurt costs like ten cents to make." "Yeah, to make like ten cents worth, maybe." "Do you want yogurt or not?" Her face scrunched into an adorably irritated glare, to which I could only smile in reply. "Weirdo." She slapped my shoulder and grabbed me a cup just as we neared the front of the line. "What flavour are you getting?" I asked her. There were only three options; vanilla, chocolate, and a swirl of both. "Shit, I don't know. What are you getting?" There was an abnormal amount of stress in her voice, considering the yogurt was free and unmonitored. "Indecisive, huh?" I filled my cup with chocolate, then traded mine with hers and filled the second one to the brim with vanilla. "Now you can just pick at both of them." The twinkle in her eye was unmistakeable as she thanked me, taking a bite of her chocolate frozen yogurt and then stealing the bite I had loaded on to my spoon. "Hey, come on, now." Faking distress was one of my strong suits. I know what you're thinking, and no it doesn't have many practical uses. "What?" She innocently eyeballed me, trying to force her way into my heart so I'd forgive her. Without so much as a hesitation, she stood up on her toes and planted a kiss firmly on my cheek. "I just wanted to try both." My mind drew a blank as I tried to compensate for the lack of social conventions since we'd met; I'd already sung to her, asked her to dinner and (jokingly) to my bedroom, and now she'd kissed my cheek. Granted, that last one isn't very extreme, but it was out of place, however welcome it was. At this backwards rate, I'd have sex with her before I even got to take her to dinner. Then, she moved on without acknowledging the kiss. It's not like she'd blown me in the middle of the boat but it was still lingering in my mind when she asked if I was coming with her. I darted after her towards the elevator and she couldn't help but laugh as I almost toppled into a pair of girls tanning on their stomachs. "Smooth move, peanut butter." She quipped. "Peanut butter?" "What was the last time you had Exlax?" "Never." This was true, but not the kind of thing one needs to feel proud of. "And the last time you had peanut butter?" "Yesterday." "Therefore, I refer to you as peanut butter." With a goofy grin she inhaled another spoonful of chocolate yogurt. "What a creative little wordsmith you are." We reached the elevator and shuffled in, filling the only two tiny gaps that were available at the front of the shuttle. The doors closed and we took off to the ninth floor, down from the fifteenth. It would usually be a short journey down, but with this many people in the elevator it took longer than anticipated. The glass box stopped one floor below where we'd gotten on, and numerous groans erupted from the elevator. It was going to be a long ride. It felt like every time one person got off, two more got on. With this mixing method, Kristin and I ended up being pushed back and plastered against the back of the elevator. It took me a second to realize it, and I think she came to the conclusion before I did, but the elevator was so over stocked that there was hardly room to keep myself from being sandwiched against various sweaty strangers. Since Kristin was the only one in the elevator that I knew, I turned to her so I wouldn't have to start up an awkward conversation with the over-excited man with a moustache beside me. When we started moving again, the massive gang inside the elevator caused us to restart with a jolt. This jolt knocked everyone in the glass prison back a bit and caused me to be pushed directly against Kristin. I sure as hell didn't mind but somehow I didn't imagine that having my face alongside hers, cheeks grazing, was a fun position for her. Still, nothing was going to pull me away until the last possible second. Our elevator was only two floor above our stop; so close we could have walked. Instead, a game of chicken erupted between us and I was daring to take it forward. As we jumped to a start, moving one floor below, the crowd surged backwards. My immediate reaction was to brace myself against the glass wall Kristin was backed against, with me facing her. Both my arms raised and held me up so I wouldn't squash her under my weight. There was a moment where I knew I had two choices to make; either back down and make a move later, or take advantage of the situation and do what I'd been dying to do since I met the beautiful brunette before me. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have ever kissed her the way I did. But there was something incredible about this girl that spoke to me in a way nothing ever had before. Maybe it was all the liquor, but I like to think that the courage to kiss her came from the intensely burning desire I was starting to feel for her, growing stronger every second. With a mere couple inches between us, it didn't take much effort to close the gap and bring my lips to hers. There was no hesitation in her reaction, no time to think as she let out a soft whimper and kissed me back. My stance against the wall released and we were immediately crushed as the elevator guests filled the fraction of space I gave them. We didn't care that we had no room; we were lost in each other for a split second in time. All motion ceased and everyone on the elevator stopped existing for the entire time I had her in my arms, closely holding her as she tugged at the collar of my shirt. "Hey." Her whisper almost went unheard as she pulled back at the DING of the elevator. "Hey." I'm positive my nervousness shone through the hurried words. "We should get out." She nodded and we stumbled out of the crowded tomb, grateful for the feeling of fresh air on my skin again. "My room's just down the hall and-." I started to speak, but was quickly silenced when Kristin kissed me again, retaining all the passion of our first one. It was short but sweet, just enough to remind me that I had an incredibly hot, and horny, bombshell in my grasp. "Maybe just show me?" Her words were more like begging than a request; an eagerness that I knew all too well. We rushed down the hall as fast as we could without entering a full sprint, but the desperation was there all the same. There was too much alcohol in my veins, and too much anxiety pooling in my stomach, to allow me to run. Instead we opted for a fast walk, hand in hand as I guided her towards my bedroom. The key was thankfully lodged in my pocket, allowing us easy access into my room. Flicking on the light bathed the walls in bright light. The door closed behind us and I took instant advantage of the new privacy, nailing Kristin against the closet adjacent to the door and holding her by her hips. I was surprised how natural our kissing felt, like we had been doing it for years. My tongue would dart across her lips, and she would respond by sliding her pink snake across mine. No space existed between our mouths, neither of us wanting to be the first to pull away from the other. Our tongues twirled together like trained dancers, timed perfectly with our painfully frantic kissing. Farther and farther down her waist my fingertips ventured, savouring every inch I caressed before finally reaching her plump, juicy ass. My fingers wiggled under the thin fabric, taking a greedy handful of her ass. She moaned in approval as I kneaded her bum, hooking my thumbs under the suit and pulling the bottom half down to her thighs. With unbridled passage to her body, I was like a kid in a candy store. I wanted everything at once, but couldn't make up my mind. Finally, I decided that getting her out of her shirt was my new priority, but it seemed she had already beat me to the punch. Her hands were clawing at my shirt and trying to pull it off, frustrated that she'd have to give up our connection for even a moment to remove my top. Even with her back pinned against the wall she was able to pry my shirt off me. Without giving her a second to admire her paid off work, I picked her up and carried her over to the bed on the right side of the room. I climbed between her legs and she wrapped them around me, drawing me in. "Your turn; shirt off, sweetheart." I whispered, kissing her neck and eliciting little whimpers from her. When I bit her ear, I thought she was going into a coma. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back, really far back, into her head. "Fuck, yes." She moaned, hurriedly fumbling with my belt trying to get it off. I had found her weakness, and from now on I was going to use it to exploit her. Only in ways I knew she would enjoy, of course. As she was struggling to remove my belt, I made quick work of pulling her shirt up over her head and tugging it free from her arms. Only the top half of her purple bikini remained covering the mountains of jiggly, milky boob awaiting me. Her breasts were already close to tumbling out of their holders, seemingly desperate to be played with until they were sore. It didn't take much to convince myself that I needed to get rid of that final piece of clothing as soon as I could. My arms stretched under Kristin and swiftly untied the bow holding her bikini top together, setting her enormous jugs free. The two heavy mounds filled my grasping palms, letting my sink my hands into the softest breasts I had ever felt. They squished when I applied pressure with my fingers, digging my thumbs against the two pink nubs sticking out from her boobs. When my hands weren't holding her tits up, the two heavy melons fell to the sides of her chest slightly and somehow that only made them look bigger, though that could've been my wishful thinking. I was busy working on removing the last layer of her swimsuit from her lower half, and had her legs perched up on my shoulders. Looking down as I peeled the clothing off of her, I was treated to the top down view of her glisteningly wet, bright pink pussy. There was a tiny triangle of fluffy, brown wisp of hair just above her slit, giving dark contrast to the bright and vivid shade of her vulva. With her bottoms now removed, I had Kristin's body as nude as it could be. I kissed my way up her body, starting on her inner thighs and moving up over her tummy. She giggled as I playfully nibbled at her skin, keeping a firm hold on her waist as I moved my head higher up her stomach. Reaching her chest, I planted dozens of tiny kisses over her boobs and even went as far as to pop a nipple in my mouth. Body language can say a lot, and right now hers was screaming at me to keep going. With an arching back to persuade me to keep the hard nipple in my mouth, two hands locked around my head and tussled with my hair. My teeth grazed against the rubbery bumps, biting down enough to pinch her, only to sedate her slight pain with my tongue. One long lick over her nipple would calm her down again, helping her to loosen the grip she had on my hair. I wasn't complaining; I was still lost in the vastness of the kingdom I felt like I had just invaded. Still, there's only so much foreplay once can handle before the promise of sex becomes too irresistible, and we had clearly already reached that point. I really became convinced of Kristin's desperation when she ripped her nipple from my teeth and dragged me up so our eyes met, tapping our noses together. Damning myself for rushing through the possibility of a blowjob, I made a guarantee to myself that I would do whatever it took to make that dream a reality. But for now, I would have to settle for a different hole. I know; poor me, right? My bottoms were undone in a flash, staying around my waist for only another second before Kristin eagerly lowered them and let my dick spring up from beneath my shorts. She claimed her prize with joy and took her time exploring it while I kicked my clothes off. From my position between her legs I would've sworn that she was growing wetter by the second; getting her hungry oven ready to be stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. I was teased with tingles from her nails every time her hand would pass over the smooth, veiny surface. We had passed our patience limit; Kristin was no longer in the mood to play. I knew she wanted to be fucked hard, and fast. There was an unrelenting desire burning in her eyes that was unflinching as she licked her lips and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me close to her. We kissed with a fury, our tongues matching each other stroke for stroke and expertly sliding together to the motion of my hips rocking forward. Being that I was kneeling between her legs, every time I moved towards her I would poke my cock against her slit. Nudging with the speed of a caterpillar, I let the horny brunette feel for herself when I was close to entering her sticky, wet pocket. The instant I lodged the tip of my dong into Kristin's slit, she let out a breath of air. I hadn't known she was so nervous, but the knitted brow line suggested that she was anxious to get me inside of her. Time was being wasted as I thought, so I took action. With my lips firmly planted against hers, and her arms wrapped around my head, I reached down and arranged my cock so it was slicked up with her juices. Her hole seemed awfully tight, and I knew that I'd need all the help I could get. Easing my hips forward was the most painstakingly slow movement I've ever carried out, and the build-up was more than worth it. With a moan and the same scrunched up face as she had at the yogurt stand, I popped the head of my cock into the slick tunnel Kristin was giving me.