The Cruise

As he hugged his big sister, David shouted, “Cally, don’t cry. It’s okay. That boy saved me.”

John stood at the edge of the pool not knowing what to do. It was always awkward after saving someone. But as any good lifeguard would do, he decided to make sure David was alright.

“Is everything okay, sport?” John asked.

“Yeah! I am going to eat some cookies now! Cally said I could have some.”

Cally smiled warmly at John and walked with David back to their lounge chair.

“What?” John thought, “Not even a thank you? I swear. People can be so rude sometimes.”

He went back and laid down on his lounge chair trying not to look at Cally and her brother.

No sooner had he lay down and closed his eyes, he felt a hand touch his knee, and slowly move underneath his swim trunks toward his groin. John opened his eyes immediately and sat up.

“John, I just wanted to thank you for saving David like you did.”

It was Cally’s hand which was continuing up his swim trunks toward his growing cock. “I just got so scared, and I froze. I’m so glad you were there for me.”

As she said these last words, John smiled nervously, as she squeezed the tip of his erect cock.

“Oh, it was nothing,” John laughed uneasily, “I’m a lifeguard back home.”

“Oh, it’s definitely something,” Cally spoke, as she flashed him a mischievous smile, and pulled her hand out of his shorts. “ I want to invite you to the dinner dance thing tomorrow night. You don’t have to let me know now, just give me a call later. My family’s in room 212.”

Before John could answer, David had come up behind Cally with a cookie in one hand and a full beach bag in another. “Cally, come on. I want to go find mommy and daddy. I’m tired.”

“Oh alright, David, let’s go. But John, just give me a call or something and let me know.” She grabbed David’s hand and started walking toward the bar to find her parents.

John was spellbound. This girl was a mystery to him. She made so many sexual advances toward him; she didn’t talk much, yet she still made her little brother her number one priority. But it had been John’s experience that if something was shrouded in mystery, it had something to do with being a girl. He wondered what was going to happen between him and her, but he knew one thing for sure—he was going to call her to go to the Caribbean Formal tomorrow evening.

*****

It was his big night. He had just gotten off the phone with Cally, and he had settled all the arrangements that needed to be made. John was really glad that he had bought his tuxedo for his prom, and that he had remembered to pack it.

He stepped into the hot spray of the shower, the water hitting his entire body. It trickled over his muscles, and caressed his neck and shoulders. He couldn’t wait for tonight. He just imagined Cally in her dress, and then his mind worked her out of her dress. His dick hardened at the thought, but he knew he should save his energy for sex rather than waste some of it on masturbation.

As he washed himself, he went over in his mind all of the preparations in his head. He had cleaned up all of his stuff, and made everything spic and span. He had made sure to order the turn down service with one of the love packages the ship had. It was something like rose petals sprinkled on the floor and bed. He thought that Cally might appreciate the romantic attempt.

He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He pulled on some boxer briefs, and clothed himself in his tuxedo. After gelling his hair and combing it through, he stood in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. He had to admit, he looked good. And now it was time to see if looking his best paid off.

He walked into the banquet hall and sucked in a quick shallow breath. “Damn, she looks fucking hot!” he thought. Cally stood with her back toward him, her black satin dress dipped down from her shoulders all the way down to the top of her butt. The material clung to her body, accentuating every part of her backside. He wanted nothing more than to just go up and grab her from behind.

He walked up behind her and touched her shoulder. “You look gorgeous, Cally.” She turned around, her hair pulled away from her face, accentuating her big blue eyes.

“You clean up well yourself.” The dress draped down her shoulders and the black satin fell to the top of her breasts. Her olive skin glowing in the light, enticing John to touch it, as if he would never be given the opportunity to do it again.

“Why don’t we sit down and eat, and then you can take me out on the dance floor, and show me some of those country dances you all do in Alabama,” she said, as she linked her arm with John’s. They walked over the one of the tables and sat down, waiting for the waiter to serve them.

“Where are your parents and brother tonight?” John asked a little nervously.

“Oh, my parents are right over there across the room,” Cally said as she waved in their general direction, “They are trying to rekindle their marriage or something. But don’t worry; they’ll give us our space. And my brother, he’s with the child care people they have on the ship.”

John grinned at Cally, as she sipped her drink. She was so beautiful just to watch. Cally extended her hand and touched John’s.

“So tell me all about your life!” Cally said excitedly.

The two of them ate their dinner discussing their pasts and lives so far. Cally’s family was Italian American, and she lived in California. John told Cally his stories about being a lifeguard. Through the course of dinner, their conversation flourished and soon their laughter was heard throughout the room.

John couldn’t believe how successful this night had been. Not only was Cally sexy as hell, he actually got a feeling that they had some connection. The echoes of the waltz entered into their conversation.

“Would you like to dance?” John asked, taking Cally’s hand.

“I’ve been waiting all night.”

John lead Cally to the dance floor, acting like he was showing off a trophy he had won. He put his hands on her waist, realizing that this was the first time he had touched her body. The material of her dress held tight like a second skin; her body felt so good in his hands. She put her hands around his neck, and looked into his eyes. They were nearly the same height, especially when she had heels on. Their bodies swayed to the music, as their heads filled with thoughts about each other. John wanted nothing more than to take Cally right there in the middle of the dance floor. It was so hard to contain his primal cravings and the hormonal yearning that he was feeling.

“Cally, do you mind if we go outside for a minute? I need to get some fresh air.”

Cally’s face turned from happiness to concern. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little warm?”

“Sure, whatever you need.” John took Cally’s arm and led her through the crowd, outside on the deck, where the breeze blew over the waves below.

“Are you feeling better?” Cally put her arms around John and held him in front of her.

John turned to face her, her arms dropping to her sides. He brushed her cheek with his hand, while using the other hand to bring her close to him.

“I want you so bad, Cally.” Without another word, he moved in and kissed her lips. She kissed back, her soft lips caressing his. The moment seemed to last forever, prolonged by the couple kissing more passionately. They broke for a moment. John shot Cally a questioning glace, as if asking if they really wanted to do this. Her response—a kiss more passionate than the first.

They stood there kissing for a while, the wind blowing around them. John warmed Cally by pressing her closer to his body. His penis hardened by their close touch, pressing against the fabric of his pants.

“Let’s go somewhere a little less public,” Cally said, breaking from the embrace, “We need to take care of something.” She placed her hand against John’s groin, and smiled.

John’s heart leapt in his throat, “We can go to my room. No one will bother us there.”

Cally grasped John’s hand, as he led her through the ship’s corridors to his room. He fumbled with the key trying to get the door open, but when he finally opened the door, Cally went in before him, turning on the lights.

The rose petals were sprinkled all over the floor and on the bed.

“So, I guess you were expecting me to come back with you, huh?” Cally asked smiling.

John’s face reddened in embarrassment. “I was being hopeful.”

“Well, you got your wish, now come here and kiss me.” She grabbed him playfully and pushed him on the bed.

As they started kissing, they kicked off their shoes, and Cally helped John out of his jacket, and began to strip off his shirt. She straddled his body, kissing him, as she finally worked him out of his shirt. She began to kiss his body, running her fingernails over his toned abs, and down to his crotch.

John couldn’t believe his eyes. He could feel his breathing grow heavy, as Cally’s hand slowly undid his pants. He looked up in her eyes, and still couldn’t believe the situation he was in. He touched her shoulders, and pulled the satin from them, exposing her. He reached around and undid her strapless bra, at the same time that she had undone the button and clasp on his pants. Her beautiful breasts were now were exposed to John’s longing gaze. He adjusted himself on the pillows, and began to kiss her neck and moved slowly down to her breasts. He kissed each one, and began to suck on her nipples, feeling them harden in his mouth. He applied a little pressure with his teeth, and she moaned with pleasure.