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.