Amelia

 

As I looked down at the blank page before me, I could hear the clock ticking on the wall in front of me. How in the hell was I supposed to write a four-page paper about what I did over my Christmas vacation last year and my plans for this year’s Christmas vacation and turn it in to my English teacher? Oh, I wondered what part she would like best, the fact that I was drunk off my ass for most of the trip, the fact that I had lost my virginity, or the fact that my second, amazing sexual encounter came the very next night while I played amateur Hustler photographer. Who knows? Maybe she was the kind of lady that would have liked the part about my cousin Tori grabbing my crotch under the table the best. Anyway, all I could think of was Stephanie and the fun we had. Just as an idea popped into my head to make up an entirely useless story about family fun over last year’s Christmas vacation, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked to find my old friend Robbie.

        “Hey, you going to the choir Christmas party?’ he whispered, trying not to draw attention to the fact that we were committing the unbelievable sin of speaking while we were in class during a writing assignment.

        “I’m not sure if I am or not,” I answered. “I’m a little embarrassed about it being a pool party and all, you know.”

        “I have two words to say to you, my friend,” Robbie said with a smile, “bathing suits.”

        I sat motionless and quiet for a moment as I thought about it. “Well, since you put it that way-”

        “Would you two care to share you conversation with the rest of the class?” a sharp voice called out.

  “Uh, no thank you,” I said, sarcastically, “I’d prefer not to.”

The silence of the classroom burst into a bit of laughter and a subtle defiance that would not have been so funny were it in another room, but here in Mrs. K’s class (she hated when we called her Mrs. K), well, I was soon on my way up to the dean’s office. Good old Dean Sato, I thought as I was slowly making my way up to the school’s administration building. Eighth grade, and here I am being marched up to the office for a snotty retort to a stupid question. Well, at least they hadn’t busted me for drinking peppermint schnapps in the bathroom almost every day. Whoops! Did I say that out loud?

As I absent-mindedly made my way around the corner of the English building on my way up to the office, I was startled to find my friend Eric’s younger sister standing in front of me. Amelia was a tiny little thing, even for a seventh-grader. Her skin was a beautiful tan, her Philippine heritage showed on her face with such beauty. She had long brown strands and the tightest little body. My eyes quickly scanned over her. White tennis shoes, white little socks, white short cotton skirt and a white cotton button-down shirt. My eyes were sore with the sight. Her dark skin offered a wonderful outline of her white bra under the thin white cotton shirt and her cold-breeze-whipped nipples were just hard enough to show through her shirt a little. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Hey,” she said in a cute tone, “you get in trouble again?”

I smiled. “And what makes you think that?”

She turned her head to the side and looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. “I know you; probably said something your teacher didn’t like again.”

I laughed. “I guess you do know me.”

“So, are you going to the Christmas party for the choir?”

Well, I wasn’t about to admit to my recent revelation in class. “Oh yes, I’ve planned on it. I think it’ll be a blast.”

“Me too,” Amelia said, smiling. “Be interesting to see everyone in their bathing suits, huh?”

I thought back to the conversation Robbie and I were just having. “You know,” I began to confess, “I was just talking about that with someone in class.”

“Really?” she said, stepping forward, her wonderful shape just inches away. She rose up on to her toes and whispered just inches from my ear, “Were you wondering what I would look like in my bathing suit?”

I reeled from the question, trying to hide my true curiosity and also my excitement on where our conversation was going. “Well, I must admit, the thought had occurred to me. Care to give me a preview of what you are going to be wearing?”

Amelia rested her hand up on my shoulder and moved in close again. “Well, I’ll be wearing shorts and a T-shirt since it is an indoor pool,” she said with a smile.

“Oh really,” I said smiling. “Well, not that I don’t like that, but I meant what are you-”

“Oh,” she cut me off, “I see you are just interested in my bathing suit.”

“Well, if you must know, I do take notice of things like that.”

“Oh, yeah, what was I wearing yesterday?” she asked coyly.

“Pink shorts, baby blue and pink sweater and you had a white bow in your hair.”

“Oh really?” she asked with a smile, obviously impressed, or flattered, that I had taken notice. “And tell me, Mr. Know-It-All, what did I have on the day before?”

“Green cotton skirt, the same shoes you have on now and a white sweater.”

“OK, you pass that part of the test,” she said smiling, “now let’s see how you do in the honesty part of the test.”

I wasn’t quite sure where this was going, so of course I sat back and went for the ride. “All right, shoot away.”

“What color underwear was I wearing the day before yesterday?”

“What?” I asked, surprised, laughing.

“The day before yesterday, when I sat down in math class, you were watching me. I saw you looking. You can come clean.”

I was a little embarrassed, but figured what the hell. “Well, I must say I’m a little embarrassed, but they were green.”

She laughed aloud. “You were honest! How funny! I should show you the ones I have on today.” She began to walk away with a smile and I decided I wasn’t going to leave it at that.

“Wait a second,” I called after her. “It’s not too late.”

Amelia smiled. “Oh really? I don’t think so.”

“You’re a tease,” I said.

Amelia stopped in her tracks and spun back around to face me. “That doesn’t make me a tease. What would make me a tease would be if I told you that right now I was wearing a pair of white, frilly, lacy see-through panties with a little white bow, and then never showed them to you.”

I took a deep breath and smirked at her as Amelia turned around again and began to walk away once more.

“When do I get to see those?” I called out, jogging after her.

Amelia stopped and I stopped right behind her. Without turning to face me this time, she said, “Well, if you’re a good boy, maybe I will show them to you someday.”

Before I could put together another word, Amelia quickly ducked into her classroom, leaving me standing out in the hallway, curious as hell and with nowhere to go, but to my impending meeting in the administration building. I must say the entire time I was being reprimanded once again by Dean Sato, not one word registered, even more so than usual, because the entire time, visions of those little white frilly, lacy, see-through panties with a little white bow hiding underneath that tiny little white skirt were all that I could think about.

Despite my wanton desire to tell all of my friends about the wonderful experience I had encountered with Amelia, I figured that it would be in the best interest for us both if I held back the raising experience. Plus, I was not sure how Eric would react if things got back to him, and he was a good friend. Needless to say, the remaining days between my encounter with Amelia and the choir Christmas pool party were spent in great anticipation.

Being as how we fought conventionalism at all costs, of course myself, Eric, and our buddy Enrique decided that it would be best for us not be dropped off by our parents at the pool party, but that we should take it upon ourselves to commit to the great task of riding our bikes the ten or so miles to our choir teacher’s house and her indoor pool. So, after having met up with Eric and Enrique at the school, I slung my back-pack over my shoulders and we were on our way.

The bike ride was mostly uneventful, other than the fact that I had nearly split a tire and was riding on mostly inner-tube by the time we were half way there. I think under other circumstances, this would have been a bigger deal to me, but in light of what was to happen to me later, this seemed so trivial.

I immediately scoped out the party for Amelia as soon as we arrived. The house was a single-story house, and of course, we weren’t allowed free run of the entire place. Just the kitchen, the outdoor backyard, the indoor pool, and a changing cabana were the only areas we were allowed to use. I spotted Amelia when we entered the indoor pool area. I tried not to stare too long, but at the same time, I wanted to do so much more than just look. She was wearing an orange bikini top. The top was pretty standard, but what I thought more enticing was the bottoms. They were little denim shorts with a white lace edging on the legs, extremely tight, and of course, very, very short. Though I did give the shorts a second glance, I was more interested in the promises of the panties that might have been underneath the shorts.

Trying not to seem overly interested, I made my way over to the buffet table with Eric and Enrique. I picked over the snacks and sandwiches as best I could manage with my mind so far away and we took seats over by the side of the pool. Being the hams that we were, we immediately began to think of ways that we could become the lives of the party. Of course, it was a lame, corky scheme, but nonetheless, it was still the patented quirk of my youth.

After we finished eating, we stayed in our chairs, purposely sitting out of the pool while we watched each of the girls come out of the changing cabana. Some we were, of course, not that interested in seeing, but then there were the ones we were dying to see. The two mainstays of the daydreams at our school were Monica and Larena. Of course, they were best friends as the great looking girls tended to band together. Most popular, and of course, best looking. Naturally, our jaws dropped to see them in bathing suits. Monica was a petite little thing, light brown skin, dark brown eyes, long brown hair. She was described justly only by the word ‘adorable.’ Her laughs, her quirks, made her the cute one of the two. Larena, was very dark skinned, long dark hair, dark eyes, not necessarily petite, but actually much curvier than any of the other girls at school were at that age. While Monica was sexy, don’t get me wrong, Larena was the one you described as ‘sexy as hell’.

As I sat there, waiting to see the twosome emerge, listening to Eric and Enrique talk about the anticipation, I was reminded of a day when Larena was almost sent home for what she was wearing. She came to school in a white cotton crop top. Now, Larena, for her age, was already well-endowed, and that little crop top did not leave much to the imagination, especially since her dark skin made the white cotton virtually see-through, yielding such things as a great view of her white lace bra and of course, her very dark nipples. Now, that was only half of it, though. To match, she was wearing a pair of white cotton tight pants, just as see-through as the top. Her panties were full-backed white silk and lace in the front, of course offering a nice silhouette of her dark patch of pubic hair. It was well known throughout the school that had Larena not had another outfit to change into that day, she would have been sent home from school to change.

Monica was much more the traditional dresser and the only time we saw anything spectacular form Monica was when she wore her cheer skirt on spirit days. It was however, the rumor that she and Larena shared more than friendship that kept my fantasies squarely focused on this duo.

“Aren’t you guys coming in?” Amelia’s voice broke into my daydream.

I looked down to the edge of the pool near us and there she was. Her hair was slicked back, wet, her orange bikini straps so brilliant against her olive skinned-shoulders. Her red lipstick was still marvelously in place as she smiled.

“Oh, we’re just waiting for our food to go down first,” I said.

“OK,” she said, giving me a coy smile when her brother looked away to check and see if Monica and Larena had emerged yet, “better hurry up.”

The three of us had no intentions of moving from our chairs until we were able to see what we were imagining so vividly in our own imaginations – and just then, they came out, both wrapped in full-size beach towels, revealing nothing at all. We sighed in disappointment as we saw nothing higher than calves or lower than their necks. “Damn,” Eric whispered, looking over. We watched with disappointment as they both made their way over to the opposite side of the pool from us and sat, still fully wrapped in their towels, facing away from us.

“Time for the grand entrance,” I suggested.

“Ah, hell, why not?” Eric agreed.

Eric then slowly stood up, trying not to attract too much attention at first and moved over to the edge of the pool. Enrique stood up from his chair, and acting as if it were all spontaneous, pushed Eric, shoes and all into the pool. Everyone immediately turned and looked our way, both laughing at Eric and cheering on Enrique. Taking the cue, I immediately stood up and sent Enrique almost head first into the pool right beside Eric. The cheering was then focused on me and everyone was sharing in the laughter. And of course, just as planned, when I went over to offer Eric a hand to get out of the pool, he pulled me in, shoes and all as well, flipping over his head into the water. So, there, we had made the great quirky, patented entrance we had been planning.

Within the next five minutes, we were going off the diving boards in our clothes, shoes still on, while everyone began to loosen up a bit finally. I didn’t take note at first, but the five people in the pool soon turned into everyone but five people in the pool. It was then that Eric, Enrique, and I finally got the show we were hoping for earlier.

Monica stood up from her chair, dropped her towel, and walked over to the edge of the pool. We three watched with open mouths. Monica was wearing a red string bikini. The top was skimpy at best and we marveled at how much of Monica we had never seen before that we were seeing now. She really was very petite, flat stomach, small, curvy ass. Her bikini bottoms, tied in bows on the side, seemed to meet in the perfect shape right between her legs.

Of course, our attention turned away from Monica when Larena got up to join her. When Larena’s towel hit the floor, you could practically hear every guy in the party sigh, moan, or gasp, and hear the blood rushing from his brain to another part of his body. Already at about 34B on her way to a C, Larena’s white version of the same bikini top Monica was wearing did little to hide much of anything; wonderful cleavage, and of course, those dark nipples showing through a little, pointing right at us. Her little bottoms were the same as Monica’s, just in white. “Can’t wait to see that when it gets wet,” Enrique whispered to me and Eric.

“You know,” a voice whispered from the other direction, “you shouldn’t stare like that. Makes you look like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

It was Amelia. She was floating on an inflatable lounging mattress, holding on to it under her arms, her face lifted up over the water. Her chest was smothered into the mattress and her firm, round ass stuck up out of the water under those little wet denim shorts.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” I said, trying not to be too embarrassed, “it’s not every day that we get to see girls we know in bikinis.” I was hoping she’d remember back to our conversation, and her big smile made me see that she did.

“And what do you think of mine,” Amelia said, grinning. “It’s not as revealing, but that leaves more to wonder about, right? Leaves a little mystery?”

“Oh, really?” I asked, turning to see if we were attracting much attention from anyone, “and what is it I am supposed to wonder about?”

“Just what it is that I know I have you wondering about right now. If I am wearing my white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with the little white bow under my shorts.”

As Amelia was saying this to me, I saw Larena out of the corner of my eye as she slowly made her way down the steps and into the water. Just hearing Amelia describe her panties had me thinking of just one thing. “Well, I guess you nailed it,” I said. “That is definitely what I am thinking right now.”

“Well, I’m sure by the way you were all waiting for Larena to get that white bikini wet, you know that white becomes even more see-through when it gets wet.”

I was about to jump on top of her and had to hold myself back with every second I watched her wonderful countenance taunt me even more. “Yes,” I smiled and nodded

By this time, Larena had swum over to where Monica was sitting on the edge of the pool. She put her hands up on the side and every guy in the place looked with bugging eyes as she lifted herself out of the water to sit next to Monica. “Now look,” Amelia said. “Poor Larena’s little white bikini is all see-through.”

I did look, and of course, not just because Amelia told me to do so. The first thing I saw as Larena lifted herself out of the water with her back turned towards us was the way that the white material had in fact turned very see-through. The bikini bottoms had ridden up her ass a bit and were clinging to her dark skin. As she turned around and sat next to Monica, I saw those dark nipples perfectly outlined and of course, her bottoms were see-through enough that you could make out that sexy patch of dark pubic hair.

“Slut,” Amelia sighed under her breath, shaking her head.

“Oh, and you wouldn’t look the same way in that same bikini?” I asked.

“Oh, I know I would,” Amelia said, “and that is why I would never wear it out in public like that. I keep those things reserved for a select few.”

I turned my gaze from Larena and met Amelia’s smile. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Amelia kicked over a little closer to me. “What would you say,” she whispered, “if I told you that I had on those white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with the little white bow on right now?”

“I’d say that I didn’t believe you,” I whispered back.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Amelia whispered into my ear. “Meet me in the changing cabana in a few minutes and lock the door after you come in.” Without another word, she slid off the floating air mattress and swam to the other side of the pool. I stood, half in shock, and of course, in wonderment.

“Damn,” I heard Enrique say under his breath as I jarred my mind away from Amelia. I turned and looked to see Leandra splashing water up at Monica and Monica holding her hands out to try to stop her as they both giggled and laughed. Eric, enthralled in watching Monica and Larena, apparently had not noticed even the slightest bit of the conversation I just had with his sister and barely even took note when I said, “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” I slowly made my way to the other side of the pool, realizing for the first time in a long while that I was still wearing a pair of high-top sneakers, my white cotton socks, a pair of jeans, and a button-down shirt, completely submerged to my neck in a swimming pool.

I left more water in a trail from the pool to the changing cabana than the oceans held, but still, thanks to the spectacle that Monica and Larena were causing with their splashing and laughing, no one, especially Eric and Enrique, saw me sneak inside the changing cabana and instantly lock the door behind me. It was dark when I walked in. I was virtually trembling with anticipation thinking about Amelia as I fumbled for the light switch. After knocking over a few things on one of the dresser tables and muffling a yell as I slammed my foot into the leg of the same dressing table, my fingers finally hit the light switch.

The cabana was about the size of a small bedroom, complete with a couch and a chair. The room was littered with duffel bags and piles of clothes. Everyone at the party had changed and left their clothes in there. To my surprise, though, no Amelia. I then looked over to a wicker divider that was nestled towards one of the corners of the cabana, and saw a shadow behind it. What made my eyes widen, however, was that Amelia’s orange bikini top and denim shorts with the white lace trim were slung over the partition.

“I’m here,” I said, almost in a whisper.

“Glad to see you made it,” she said. “I was hoping no one else would make it in before you did. I turned the light off just in case.”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “I noticed.”

“Well,’ she laughed, “it’s not like I didn’t hear you come in.”

I laughed. “So, uh, I hope you don’t mind me asking what you are doing back there.”

“Oh, nothing at all. I’m just getting ready for you.”

“Really?” I said with anticipation. “Need any help?”

I watched her shadow against the divider with ever-growing anticipation. “Oh, no, I’m just about done.”

Before I could think of anything else to say as I positioned myself into the chair that was facing the divider, I saw Amelia’s head peek around the corner. “You’re a mess,” she said with a smile. “Did you bring anything else to change into?”

“Yeah, my bathing suit,” I smiled, looking down at my sopping clothes, “but it’s sure not in here. I left it out in the living room.”

“That’s OK,” she said with a bit of a wink. “We’ll just have to get you out of those wet clothes.”

“OK.” I said, looking at her dark eyes. There was a short pause as we just looked at each other, and then she said with a firm tone, “Well, take the wet clothes off, already.”

I was a bit embarrassed, but I figured it was the least I could do at this point since apparently, the girl was standing there in nothing but her wet little panties. Amelia continued to peek around the divider as I proceeded with the lengthy process of removing my wet shoes, wet socks, wet jeans, and wet shirt. I slopped them all down onto the wood floor and sat back down in the chair, trying not to act the slightest bit apprehensive as I sat in nothing but my wet white cotton underwear.

“What about the underwear?” she asked.

“Oh no,” I smiled, “you come out here first and then we’ll see about taking the underwear off.”

“Well,” she said, running her fingers up through her dark, still drying curly strands, “you drive a hard bargain, but you’ve been a good boy so far.”

“Have I?” I asked, coyly, playing the game.

“Well,’ she said, looking me over, “I believe that I told you if you were a good boy, I’d show you those white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with a little white bow.”

“That you did, and you also just said that I’ve been a good boy, so let me see them.”

“Yes, I did say that,” Amelia said, “but there’s a bit more to my panties right now, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to up the deal a bit.”

I was growing so anxious now that it was hard for me not to just get up out of the chair and move over to her, yet at the same time, I found myself in enjoyment of the little game that she was playing with me. “All right, what’s the final part of the deal?” I asked.

“Take off your underwear.”

“And why should I do that?” I asked, purposely taunting back.

“Well, I had these little panties on in the water and believe me,” Amelia looked away from me and back behind the shield of the divider down at her panties, “you can see a bit more now that they are soaking wet. You taking off the underwear only seems fair at this point.”

Amelia looked back to me and then, when our eyes met, I couldn’t help myself. I would have done pretty much anything at that point. I stood as slowly as I could and then, slowly pulled my underwear down to the floor. I then sat back down, awaiting my prize. “There you go,” I said.

My eyes were about burst from their sockets as Amelia finally stepped out from behind the divider. She obviously had this planned because she managed to be wearing not only the panties, but a white lacy bra whose straps had been hidden under her long hair, as well as a pair of little three-inch white high heels. The panties were just as she had described. They were all lace on the side with a small filly edging and a completely sheer nylon panel from her waist, down underneath to completely the other side at the small of her back. At the top of the front, just below her firm tanned belly, about the size of a silver dollar, was a little white bow. Amelia was not exaggerated, either because with the panties being wet, both the lace and the sheer nylon panel were entirely see-though.

“The infamous white bow,” I said with a smile as I briefly looked up from the panties to Amelia’s face as she began to walk towards me.

“I take it you like it, then,” she said.

“Oh yes,” I said as I noticed more and more with each step just how see-through her wet white panties were.

“You know,” she said, “they normally are a bit see-through, but I’ve never worn them wet before. I like ‘em. You can see right through them.”

“You sure can,” I said as I reached my arms up from my sitting position and put them on her hips, my hands tingling at the touch of her soft skin and the feel of the wet lace on her hips. It was then that I noticed there was a bit of a different kind of moisture on the nylon between her legs. I saw that she was clearly turned on, so I decided to roll with it. I took my right hand off her hip and put it right over her lips which I could easily see through the wet panties. The wet, cold nylon was a wonderful sensation as it touched her hot flesh. I felt like I was in heaven, as did Amelia, as she let out a sigh. “Oh yeah,” she whispered, “that feels wonderful.”

I listened to her sighs and moans as I rubbed into her lips, finding her clit with my right hand and caressed her body with my left. Finally, turned on beyond the point I could handle, I eased down and sat on the floor with my back leaning against the chair. I then crouched under her, my head moving between her thighs and my playful tongue licking her through the wet panties. The sensations were indescribable...warm wetness in my mouth and my hand caressing her body over the cold wet lace and nylon of the back of the panties. I continually sucked on the panties and her clit, sucking in her juices and the warm water...a wonderful taste.

“Oh yeah,” Amelia sighed as she began to push her pelvis into my face. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Exactly what I wanted to do....

I then eased myself through Amelia’s legs and stood up behind her. My eyes could barely believe the wonderful sight of her wet white panties and the white bra against her dark skin as Amelia responded and spread her feet to shoulders’ width and bent forward, her hands resting on the arms of the chair. I reached to her waist and clasped my fingers on to her panties, gently sliding them down as far as I could. Amelia then raised her right leg and pulled it through the panties. She then let the panties fall, as they came to rest around her left ankle.

It was sheer heaven as I gently slid into her warm, wet pussy, my hands gripping on to her hips. As I began to gently slide in and out of her, Amelia’s moans grew louder and she raised up on to the balls of her feet, her white high heels accenting her dark legs and the white panties around her ankle. Amelia turned her head over her shoulder, looking back to me with lustful eyes, “Cum on me,” she moaned. “Please...cum on me. I’ve never had a boy do that before and I want to know what that feels like.”

The words acted as a command, her lustful yes exciting me so badly. It wasn’t many seconds more before I quickly pulled out of her and let my cum shoot up on to her back as Amelia’s own warm wet juices streamed down her upper inner thighs. I groaned so loudly as I came, Amelia’s body shuttering in my hands. As soon as we both stopped shaking from the incredible experience, we collapsed together in the chair, her in my lap, my arms wrapped around her, my cum warm and sticky between our bodies.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered to her, “that was wonderful.”

Amelia smiled a beautiful smile. “Oh, I agree.” She sighed heavily a few times and then said, “I really think we will have to do this again sometime, but we probably better not push our luck and stay too long in here.”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed. “We’ve gotten pretty lucky so far, haven’t we?”

We sat together for some time longer, holding each other and kissing, but also knew we’d been out of sight for a long while. We reluctantly decided to get cleaned up, get dressed, and get back to the party. Leaving the changing cabana five minutes apart, we hoped no one had seen us and the fact I didn’t hear anything about it later when we were back at school proved it to be true. Either way, I hoped that after the amazing time we just had together, Amelia would make sure our next encounter would be soon....

Miss Anderson, A True Fantasy

            In October of my eighth-grade year, I happened to stumble across a daydream about Miss Anderson. “A teacher?” you ask. Well, not just any teacher. The girls athletics coach and physical education teacher. She was a beauty, age 24, the girlfriend of a professional basketball player, and an ex-cheerleader. She stood about 5-10, long dark permed slightly curly hair, very tan, wonderfully firm body. Her breasts were ample and of course firm, and she was, needless to say, the subject of much conversation in the guy’s locker room at school.

            My first class was physical education, and it being Halloween, we didn’t do much because everyone was in costume. I, of course, to save the embarrassment, chose to sit out the costume festivities. A wise choice, if you ask me. Anyway, sitting quietly in the background as everyone compared and admired costumes between the guys and the girls, I got to spend more than a few extra moments watching Miss Anderson, who of course, was wearing her college cheerleading uniform.

            She looked wonderful. Brand new white tennis shoes, little white bobby socks with yellow trim, white pleated cheer skirt with yellow and white trim on the bottom and a tight white cotton knitted sweater with a green and yellow ‘W’ emblazoned across those amazing breasts. It was the classic cheerleader uniform. Sure, it was much like the same ones that our girls wore to school, but they sure as hell didn’t fill it like Miss Anderson did. She had her hair up in a pony tail and it was tied off with a large yellow bow. She was trying to look younger than she really was, and that did more for me than the young girls at my school trying to look older ever did.

            Fortunately for me, I had my eyes locked on her throughout the morning class, from the time she walked out of the office and we all got our first glimpse of her until I disappeared to go to my next class, some forty-eight minutes later. I say fortunately, because, there were three separate occasions when the wind played havoc with that little pleated skirt. Twice while she was facing away from me, and once while she was facing me, just feet away. The first time, she was taking roll for her class and a sudden gust of wind lifted the skirt. She couldn’t get her hands down there fast enough because she was holding her clipboard in one hand and writing with the other. As tight as they could possibly be, a pair of white satin, full-back panties gripped her firm tanned ass, fringed in lace that seemed to flutter in the wind. I smiled as she looked around, hoping that no one had seen. No one had taken particular notice because they were too busy, but that just gave more for my eyes to hoard and covet. Apparently, I thought as I laughed to myself, she must have lost the big cotton briefs that are supposed to go under that skirt.

            The second time her skirt flew up, Miss Anderson was just about to sit on the bleachers where all the girls were talking and admiring each other’s costumes. Just as she began to lower herself to sit, the skirt flipped up again. She didn’t even really notice that one, because the only thing that put the skirt back down was when she sat on the bleacher. My mouth was watering just looking at those lovely white panties, but the third time was the charm. It was close to the end of the class period and she was standing, waiting for the bell to ring for dismissal. She was standing with her legs at about shoulder-width, facing right at me, holding her clipboard to her chest and staring off at something. Just as if I had commanded the wind to do so, her skirt blew up completely, the bottom hem almost touching her beautiful full breasts. Before my eyes, just feet away, I saw the angling slope of those white panties go under her firm belly. The front was nothing but sheer white lace and I found out that she was definitely sporting her natural hair color with those long, permed curls.

            Needless to say, I kept replaying those images in my mind over and over again all day long. Finally, by my last class, exhausted from the boring day, I began to dose off. Sitting quietly at my desk in the back row of my science class, my reality slipped into a dream, and what a wondrous dream it was....

            I was standing right outside the girls’ locker room. It was mid-afternoon and it felt late in the day. There was no breeze and no sound, as if everything was completely still. I glanced around and found to my astonishment, the students all over the school had been frozen, as if a still picture had been taken and was in front of my eyes. A car on the road had been stopped in its tracks, and also, an airplane above. I walked up to friends of mine as they were stopped in the entranceway that led to the locker room, but they could not see or hear me in their frozen state. I stumbled around like this for a few minutes, taking in this odd situation, and then being a horny, thirteen-year-old boy, immediately thought that if no one could see me or hear me, I needed to take this opportunity to explore a place where I was normally forbidden and was the fantasy lair for every schoolboy – the girls locker room.

            I slowly crept in, almost skulking, unsure if as soon as I made way inside, everyone would unfreeze and there I’d be standing, caught in my exploration. I made my way through the entrance door, around a corner, and just as easily as I would have walked into any boys locker room in the world, I found myself right in the middle of every thirteen year old boy’s forbidden lair.

            I marveled at the girls I saw, half-dressed, in the middle of changing. I looked for familiar faces, but saw none. I found it strange that all the girls I saw half-naked were not ones that I recognized, though each one of them was beautiful and fit with perfect breasts and tight little bodies. There were redheads and blondes and brunettes, all girls roughly my age. I definitely found myself disappointed that I did not know any of them.

            But then, as my gaze wandered through the locker room at each of these beauties, my eyes fixed on the glass window of the office. There, Miss Anderson sat. Every thought of skulking flew out the window as I quickly made my way over to the office and stepped inside. She sat motionless in a chair, in that wonderfully sexy cheer uniform, looking down on a grade sheet, her hand stopped in the middle of a letter. I marveled at her beauty as if looking at a picture out of a fitness magazine. I then stood behind her as she sat in the chair, reached my hand forward, placing it on her shoulder, and then leaned down to press my lips to her soft cheek. Instantly, she unfroze, turned her head and pressed her lips to mine. She began to kiss me as her tongue found its way into my mouth. I heard her moans and felt her sighs.

            Slowly, she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. I was lost in her beauty. “What are you doing?” she asked.

            “Just sit back and enjoy yourself,” I said with a sly smile as I stood upright. I reached my hands to the back of her chair and swung her around to face me. She looked up to me, so beautiful, with a playful smile. I looked deep into her sensuous brown eyes as I slowly knelt down on the floor before her, my hands resting on her soft, smooth knees. My eyes reluctantly left hers, but found something so much more exciting as I gently separated her knees, opening her legs. The small little white pleated skirt opened up with her widening legs and my eyes now saw those little white lace panties right before them. My eyes then returned to hers and she smiled, knowing what I wanted. She reached down with her hands, long red fingernails shining in the light and lifted up the front of her little cheer skirt, pulling it up to her chest. I returned the smile as my eyes lowered back to the wonderful sight of her perfect little dark landing strip of pubic hair under the white lace.

            As slowly and as sensuously as I could muster, I leaned forward until my head was between her legs and the tip of my tongue was gently caressing the warm white lace of her panties. I spent a good couple of minutes just gently caressing her with my tongue through the sheer lace which was now wet with both my saliva and her sweet juices. My ears were awash in her sexy sighs and moans. Then, as I could no longer wait to taste that beautiful wetness in my mouth, pulled her panties to the side and began to caress her clit with my tongue. “Oh yeah,” she sighed, “that feels good.”

            I looked up from my spot between her legs and Miss Anderson smiled at me through her passion-glazed state. I smiled back and held my glance to hers as long as I could while I returned my tongue to her glistening, sweet-tasting clit. As I continued to lick and suck ever faster and harder, Miss Anderson began to sigh and moan even more. Her soft, sexy noises only made me want to please her more and do all that I could to satisfy her. It wasn’t long before she was arching her back in the chair and her pelvis was shaking as her wonderful juices flowed out into my mouth.

            As Miss Anderson gave a sigh and sat up in the chair once more, she looked down to me with a huge smile. “Oh, you do that so well, especially for someone your age.”

            I returned her smile. “I had a little practice on my vacation last year.”

            “Sounds like you had fun.” she said with raised eyebrows. “Well, now it’s my turn. I’ve been practicing, too,” she smirked.

            I watched with gaping jaw as she stood up out of her chair, her hands resting down on my shoulders. I looked up, still marveling at the sight before me. Tight white sweater, her ample breasts pushing out against the cotton material, that tiny little cheer skirt, and of course, the white lace panties that were still moved over to the side, exposing that beautiful pussy.

            “Stand up,” she commanded. I was more than happy to oblige.

            Miss Anderson turned me around and pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to sit in the chair. I then watched with awe as she lowered down to her knees, crossing her feet over each other at her ankles. She looked up into my eyes and continued to smile as her hands reached to her waist and grabbed the bottom of her sweater. With a quick, motion, she pulled the sweater up over her head and flung it onto the desk behind me. Her firm, tanned breasts looked so inviting under the white sheer lace-cup bra. She then slowly opened her mouth and closed her eyes a bit as she let out a sigh and licked the underside of her top lip.

            I felt myself wanting to explode just from the wondrous sight before my eyes, but I knew there was still more to come. Without a word, Miss Anderson went about the task of undoing my shorts and pulling them down so that she could free my rock-solid cock. After a few strokes of her gentle hands, accented with their bright red long fingernails, she took the head of my cock into her mouth. It didn’t take many strokes of her well-trained tongue and bright red lips until she was stroking me with her hands, her mouth open and just inches from the tip as my cum shot all over the place.

            When I opened my eyes, I looked down to find her with a brilliant smile on her face as she swallowed, a great deal of my cum still on her lips and face. “Oh,” she sighed. “There was a lot. You must have been saving it up.”

            I smiled. “That was all just from watching you walk around in that cheer uniform today.”

            Miss Anderson then stood up, turned around, and bent over just enough to expose her wonderfully shaped ass contoured underneath her little pleated cheer skirt right before me. “Well, I hope pussy-licking wasn’t the only thing you practiced on your trip last year. I expect you to finish the job. It’s my turn to cum.”

            I’ll admit that I tried to hide my enthusiasm to a point that allowed me to appear at least a little mature, but I’ll also admit that it did not work. I nearly knocked Miss Anderson over as I jumped to my feet and struggled to finish pulling my shorts down my legs as fast as I could. As soon as I kicked away my shorts, I moved in behind her. It was sheer heaven as I flipped up that little white cheer skirt and made sure those little white satin full-back panties were well out of my way. She was so wet that it nearly made me cum again as I slid inside that warm, sexy, wet pussy of hers. I concentrated so hard on pleasing her as I held her hip with my right hand and slid my left hand in front of her to gently massage her firm breast and hard-nipple through her white lace bra. “Oh yes,” she said with a very happy smile. “This is just how I like it. You make me cum and I’ll be sure to keep you busy the rest of the school year.”

            Best words of encouragement I’d ever heard! All I could think about was pleasing her, pounding that firm little body of hers harder and harder from behind, wanting so bad to hear her soft sighs progress into screams of passion, when suddenly, with a start I jumped as the bell rang and I awoke to find myself sitting at my desk, head resting on my books and everyone around me rushing to get out of the classroom.

            As I gathered my things and my composure, I headed for the door, being sure to cover my rock-hard cock in my shorts as best I could with my books. I realized that even though this was just a fantasy, I would never look at Miss Anderson the same way again. I only hoped that all of my future fantasies would be this good...

Set Sail On The Ocean Blue

It was the middle of my seventh-grade year and I was greatly looking forward to Christmas vacation. My grandparents, whom I traveled with often, had decided that this Christmas, we would be taking a cruise to the Mexican Riviera. Needless to say, I was very excited when Christmas was at hand and we were preparing for our trip. Joining us on our seven-day trip would be my god-parents and my three second-cousins. I was quite happy to learn that they would be accompanying us because I had spent many crazy nights with my cousins partying and getting wild. Well, as wild and crazy as kids our age could get. Being as I was twelve years old, going on twenty-one, though, I was greatly excited about doing things that I considered crazy and wild at the time - staying up late, being out at night after curfew, drinking, and of course, trying constantly to hook up with girls.

One of my three cousins, Rich, was my age. He and I had spent a lot of time partying in the past. Rich’s brother, Tom, was in college and a party-hound, much like us, his young prodigies. Though I was greatly anticipating partying with Rich and Tom, I was most excited at the fact that their sister, Tori was going with us. Tori was two years older than me and in eighth grade. Why was I so excited about Tori going? Well, you know how you have that second or third cousin that you always wanted to get together with and have a secret rendezvous? For me, that was Tori. She was beautiful and had a great body that I had admired for some time. We flirted all the time, but never had anything solid to hide from the family, although I wished we did. I was also looking forward to this trip because my cousin Rich and I had heard from our friends about some of the insane things that happened on cruises, which included lots of girls in bathing suits and the ability to get in some underage drinking. I couldn’t wait.

Rich and I definitely weren’t about to pass for twenty-one, but with the legal drinking age on ship set at eighteen, I knew there were going to be a few bartenders I could tip heavily that would convince themselves that we were eighteen enough. Plus, at almost my full 5-foot-10-inches already and the athletic build I could credit to years of baseball, football, and basketball, I was already easily passing for a high school student back home when I would tag along to house parties with my friends that were in high school.

The big day to depart on our cruise was finally here, and although my parents were not big on parental supervision, I left home knowing I wasn’t going to miss the little control that they still did maintain. All my grandparents wanted was to see me once a day and they would be fine. They gave me open run of the ship and sleeping conditions in whatever quarters I ended up. They also gave me a go on the alcohol as long as I just tried it and didn’t drink too much, and my grandmother even told me that she had a feeling I was going to meet a nice girl on the trip. Sounds like fun for a young guy, doesn’t it?

I spent the first day of the cruise unpacking and exploring the ship with Rich to see what it had to offer us. Rich and I had a great time scoping out the ship and checking into every corner and back room. We mapped out all of the hot spots, the dark, cold quiet spots, and of course, one of our top priorities as twelve-year-old boys was to find out where to get the alcohol. Sure, I was only in seventh grade, but I was already well on my way with the wonders of alcohol.

The second day of the cruise, Rich and I spent our time looking at the fine young women all over the ship, many of them in revealing, sexy bikinis, short skirts, and little dresses. And we also spent some time playing video games, though we would tire of that quickly and head back out to look at the ladies again. Our game plan for the remainder of the cruise was to stay up all night, sleep in the mornings, and be out by noon in time to greet the bathing beauties on the sun deck. Sure, it was winter, but those ladies were still out in their tight little bikinis as we cruised the Mexican Riviera, tanning and giving us quite a show.

Stephanie: The Morning Came Too Soon

The third night of the cruise was when the real action finally got underway. It was the start of the wildest three nights and days in a row that any seventh grader ever had. On the third night, Rich and I began the evening by having dinner with the family at the fancy Riviera Restaurant. After appeasing the relatives with a dinner appearance, Rich and I headed straight for the evening show at the Tropicana Lounge.

The shows on the ship were, in a simple description, ‘A la Las Vegas’. We had quite a time watching the beautiful women dancing in nearly nothing. Rich and I started to enjoy the show even more once the alcohol from our drinks began to kick in. While we were sitting at the lounge table, watching the show intently, my eyes strayed over to the corner of the lounge. It was a little dark during the show, but my instincts quickly led my eyes to the four young girls that were sitting in the corner table. I could only see one of the girls, but she was attractive enough to keep my gaze attached to her. The girl that caught my eye had long black hair, loosely curled with bangs hanging over her forehead. She looked a little older than me, but her beauty was enough to give me the courage to give it a shot. After completing my look-over of the situation, I tapped Rich on the shoulder and made him aware that there were four young ladies of interest in the corner.

Throughout the duration of the show, both Rich and I would occasionally strain our necks and eyes, trying to get a better look at the girls through the dim light. During a short intermission, Rich and I were conversing with our waitress and were distracted and did not see the girls get up and leave. When the waitress walked to another table and my interest returned to the table in the corner, the girls were gone. Needless to say, once the show finished, Rich and I began a search of the ship for them. Our search took a long two hours that passed quickly as we were pretty to the wind by then. This search landed us on the main deck by the pool under a warm, starry sky. By the time Rich and I caught up to the girl with the dark hair that I was admiring from afar, the group of four had dwindled down to only two, but since there were only two of us, Rich and I were pleased with the numerical outcome.

Rich and I tried to be as smooth as possible, calling out to the two girls and walking after them. The girls stopped, waited for us, and the introductions yielded that the girl I had been checking out was named Stephanie and the very attractive blonde girl with her was Angela. Rich and I sat with the two girls at one of the deck tables, making small talk about school and home and families. I was amazed to find out that Stephanie was only a year older than me. She looked much older and carried herself in a far more mature manner than other girls our age. After all the small talk had been run through, I spent most of my time just staring at her and trying to imagine what she was wearing under her clothes, but did not get so involved that I didn’t notice that Rich was hitting it off with Angela.

As the dwindling small talk began to lead to longer and longer spurts of silence between all of us, we began to talk about our temporary living quarters on the ship. Stephanie commented that she thought it was very sweet that I was traveling with my grandparents and Angela sympathized with Rich having to travel with his parents and sharing his room with his brother and sister. Angela never seemed to open up about her travel arrangements, but Stephanie was anxious to let us know that she was sharing a room with her older brother and that he had not been coming in until the late morning hours. Rich and I looked at each other and smiled after hearing that, hoping that the prospects that were running through both our heads could push into a little reality. Our reality was secured when Stephanie followed that news with an invitation for Rich and I to accompany her and Angela back to her room.

Needless to say, Rich and I accepted the invitation and followed the two girls anxiously below decks to Stephanie’s room. The room was one of the smaller cabins offered on the ship, but Rich and I welcomed the cramped quarters as the only place that was large enough for us to sit and have a conversation was on the two twin beds. Sitting next to Stephanie on one of the beds, I marveled at how firm her long legs looked under her black nylons and her black leather skirt. Come to think of it, I spent a lot of time staring at her legs and that short black leather skirt. As we got to talking, Stephanie told Rich and I that her family and her brother’s fiancée’s family were taking the cruise together about two months before their wedding. As Stephanie was telling us all about her brother and future sister-in-law, I took the time to trail my eyes down from her glance to her sizable breasts moving slightly under her green knitted sweater as she spoke.

Rich and I kept the conversation going, but after a while, it began to drag again. I was afraid of losing the setup that Rich and I were so masterfully working on, so I brought up one of the stories that Rich and I always told when the conversation got slow. The story was about a trip we had taken to Tia Juana with our families the year before. We snuck into one of the clubs and got so wasted that it took us four hours to find our hotel rooms that were only a block away from the club. Our tale of touring Tia Juana brought many laughs and also a question from Stephanie about my drinking habits. I wasn’t sure how to approach the question, because I found that at our age, girls either loved or hated drinking. I had a 50/50 chance and chose right by telling the truth. I commented that I was always drinking and Stephanie told me that she had quite a bit to drink so far herself while on the cruise. Her comment was then followed by her asking me about whether or not I had any alcohol stashed anywhere because she wanted to have a drink. Well, of course I did. I told Stephanie to give me five minutes and I would have something for her to drink.

I slowly stood up, wondering if Rich was going to accompany me, but he was deep in conversation with Angela. I turned to Stephanie and smiled. ‘Well, I guess I’ll leave Rich here with you two.”

Stephanie gave a cute little laugh then walked me to the cabin door. I walked very calmly down the hall, but the second I turned the corner, I began to run like a madman towards my cabin. I didn’t notice at the time, but I was ducking through the halls as I ran as if I was hiding from someone like a spy on a secret mission. I guess I was trying to act covert because I knew I was being naughty because I was drinking and hunting for lovin’ at age twelve. I was relieved to find that my grandparents had not come in from their night yet, and the cabin was empty. I quickly made my way to my bunk, dug into the duffel bag, and pulled out the liter of Jack Daniel’s that I purchased for quite a pretty penny from a bartender early the previous morning. It was an intricate affair that entailed me buying the bar’s bottle from him at a premium and his replacing it with one he bought from the store onboard the ship at a much lower price, resulting in quite the profit for him. I’d been saving every penny for this trip for almost a year, and it was about to start paying some dividends.

Needless to say, as soon as I had my good buddy Jack in hand, I was quickly on my way back to Stephanie’s room. I again ducked and continued my covert-like run through the entirety of the ship, the bottle of Jack hiding under my jacket. When I reached Stephanie’s cabin, I gave a quiet tap on the door. Stephanie’s gorgeous face greeted me with a smile. I returned the smile, and as I looked beyond Stephanie into the room, I saw Angela and Rich going at it. Angela’s red cotton dress and white lace bra were on the floor. I was amazed at that, but I was even more amazed to see that Rich’s left hand was rubbing Angela’s bare breast while his right hand was caressing her pussy through her little white lace panties.

As I stood there, my mouth wide open in shock, Stephanie pushed me back a little and closed the door behind her, leaving us both out in the deserted hallway. “I guess they hit it off pretty well,” I said, my eyes still trying to look through the already closed door at what was going on behind it.

Stephanie chuckled a little. “They started kissing while I was walking you out and they’ve been going at it ever since,” Stephanie said, smiling. “Why don't we leave the two of them alone for the night.” Stephanie put her arm around me and began to lead me down the hall. Just as I began to toss the idea in my head that Stephanie was about to bid me goodnight, her hand slid down my back and rested on my ass. “Let’s go to Angela’s room and crash there,” Stephanie said into my ear as she rested her head on to my shoulder.

As we walked towards the elevator to go to Angela’s room, Stephanie reached under my jacket with her other hand and took the bottle of Jack Daniel’s from me. Stephanie and I rode the elevator up two decks, not saying a word, enjoying each other’s company. She stood close, holding my hand, our fingers interlocked, her head still resting on my shoulder. This was exactly how I had pictured it – meeting a nice, pretty girl and that we would be instantly drawn to each other. I was amazed at how naturally walking together, holding hands, and literally stepping in sync was for us. It was as if we instantly clicked – as if this was meant to be.

And needless to say, while I knew my cousin Rich was a player, I was also still a little shocked at how rapidly he progressed with Angela in just the short time it took me to run to my room and back.

When the elevator door opened, Stephanie let go of my hand, stepped out in front of me, turned and faced me, then took a long swig from the bottle of Jack. My friends had always marveled at how painlessly I could take a long swig of booze right out of a bottle, and apparently, I had met my match with this girl. Stephanie waved me out of the elevator with her free hand and I came to the realization just how hot it was watching her taking those swigs from that bottle. Once I cleared the elevator doors and they closed behind me, Stephanie began to walk down the hall. I followed closely behind her, my eyes locked on her firm ass shaking under that tight black leather skirt.

When Stephanie reached Angela’s door, she turned to face me. Slowly, I moved forward until she was just inches from me. I then lowered my head and kissed her softly on the lips. Stephanie immediately put her hand on my ass and pulled me in close. I was pressed up against her body and could feel her warmth on my skin. I had never been in a situation like this one before, but somehow, I knew what I wanted and I knew what to do. While Stephanie and I were locked in a deep, passionate kiss, she reached behind her, slid the card key into the door, and pushed it open. It was effortless, almost like a scene from a movie. Our lips and tongues still locked together, we moved inside the room. Stephanie reached blindly behind her and turned on the lights. As we entered the room, I opened my eyes slightly to look at her. She was so beautiful and I was right where I wanted to be. I closed my eyes again and heard the door closing and locking behind us.

I slowly pulled away from Stephanie and walked into the room. Angela’s room was much more spacious and luxurious than the one we had just left. There was a large king size bed and a large window that gave a view of the dark water and sky outside. I looked over the room and walked over to the bed. My gaze was concentrated on the window for a few seconds, but I quickly returned my attention to Stephanie as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

As I sat there, Stephanie leaned back against the door and bent her left leg, placing her left foot up against the door. This was the first time I had ever seen a girl wearing heels press one back against a surface behind her like that with bended knee, and I immediately found it to be the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Stephanie held my gaze as she then placed her right hand on her right thigh and slowly moved it upwards, stroking over her stomach and then her chest. As Stephanie’s hand reached her chest, she leaned her head back against the door, closing her eyes. As I sat there on the bed, my pants becoming very confining in the crotch area, she licked her red-lipstick-covered lips and asked, “Do you think I’m sexy?”

I looked over her long legs under the black nylons, then up to her tight black leather mini, finally stopping at her hard nipples which were pressing perfectly against that green sweater. Hell yeah I did! “I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. “I haven’t seen enough to make a decision on that yet.”

Stephanie opened her eyes and brought her head back from its tossed back position, piercing into my glance with her seductive brown eyes. “Oh, really?” she asked in a playful voice, raising the bottle to her lips again. Stephanie took another long, sexy swig and then brought her left foot down to the floor as she set the bottle on the floor next to the door. She looked right at me, giving a coy little smile. As I stared more than contentedly at her, Stephanie crossed her arms over her stomach and grabbed the bottom of her sweater. I then watched in awe as she pulled that sweater over her head and flung it to the ground at my feet. I had watched the sweater leave her hands and followed it to its spot on the floor. I looked up from where the green sweater had fallen, realizing that my eyes should not have been fixed on the garment, but on what the removal of the sweater had revealed.

I gazed in awe at what I could see of Stephanie’s sizable breasts as they rested in a sexy black bra. The bra was satin on the sides and had lace cups, revealing her dark nipples through the lace. “How about now?” Stephanie asked in a seductive voice, cupping her left tit in her right hand.

I breathed out a sigh, shaking my head a little as I composed myself enough to say, “Still not enough...going to need to see more than that to make my decision.”

Stephanie’s seductive stare remained glued to my eyes and her smirk got even bigger as she reached behind her back with both hands and unzipped her leather skirt. Stephanie wiggled her hips from side to side a little, pulling down on the skirt with both hands since it was so tight. After a little struggle, the tiny leather skirt fell to the floor. Stephanie stepped out of the skirt and began to walk towards me. I watched her every step, my anticipation rising with each inch she came closer. I watched her little black satin and lace panties under her nylons and watched her beautiful tits bouncing slightly in the black lace cups of her bra as she strode over to me.

As Stephanie drew near to the bed, I sat up straight and looked into her eyes. She returned my stare with a playful smile. When she reached me, Stephanie straddled my lap and sat down, pulling me in close to her body. I felt her thighs gripping on my legs as she put her arms around the back of my neck. As Stephanie pulled me in even closer, I came face to face with her breasts, their hard nipples under black lace right in front of my eyes.

Once Stephanie was situated in my lap, facing me, I felt her hands leave my neck and begin to unbutton my shirt. I reached my hands up and put them on her waist to hold her in place. The warm nylon felt so inviting under my fingers. I then moved my hands over her firm, trim figure, the feeling of her flesh exciting my fingers until I reached the lace cups of her bra. I squeezed a little on her tits, just hard enough to get her aroused even more. Then, as I began to pull on her nipples softly through the lace, she began to moan.

As I played with Stephanie’s nipples, she bent her head forward and began to kiss my neck. She slowly sucked and kissed, working her way over to my ear. “So,” she whispered sensuously, “do you think I’m sexy now?” I did not say a word, but my answer could be detected in the fact that my hands were pulling the shoulder straps of her bra down passed her shoulders and letting them dangle down to her elbows. Stephanie then pulled away a little and looked at me. I returned her glance and leaned forward, enveloping her in a deep, passionate kiss. As our lips parted and our tongues began to dance, I raised my hands to the top of the lace bra cups and pulled them down, revealing her beautifully shaped tits and dark nipples.

I then pulled away from our kiss, licked my lips, bent my neck down a little, and took Stephanie’s left nipple into my mouth. I gently bit down on it, sucking and rolling it around in my mouth with my tongue. Stephanie’s hands began to undress me faster and faster as I continued to suck her tit. She then began grinding on my lap a little, driving her pelvis into me.

By now, I had my hand underneath the front of her nylons and was beginning to feel between her legs. The black silky satin covering Stephanie’s pussy was so warm. I instantly began to feel a small wet spot on them. I concentrated on the growing wet spot, my fingers rubbing her as sensuously as I could manage. Stephanie’s ever-increasing sighs and moans kept me going. “Not only are you sexy,” I said as I was biting on her nipple, “but you’re also quite turned on right now.”

“I’m wet for you,” Stephanie called out in a sensual tone, her voice muzzled a little by her pleasure. As I continued to play with her pussy through the black silky crotch of her panties, Stephanie undid my pants and began to rub my erect cock through my underwear. “Put your finger inside me,” she commanded in a soft, determined tone. Following my instructions, my fingers slid to the side of the gusset of her panties and then underneath the material. Without hesitation, I teased her clit with my finger a little as she moaned and enjoyed the wonderful feeling it gave her. I then slowly slid my middle finger inside the folds of her flesh, her extreme wetness allowing my fingers to penetrate her easily. I moved my finger around a bit and then began to drive it in and out of her. As I did so, Stephanie began to grind her pelvis into my hand, grunting a little as she fucked my finger.

“Why don’t you take the nylons off?” I suggested as I drove my fingers in and out of her. Stephanie slowly slid down off my lap, standing on the floor in front of me, my middle finger still thrusting in and out of her, a little awkwardly positioned, but still effective. Stephanie reached to her waist and slid her fingers under the elastic-like trim of the nylons. She then slid them down over her slender thighs and pulled them off. While she did so, I took my fingers out of her and moved my hands up to her breasts once again. Once the nylons were completely off, Stephanie stepped back towards me and laid down on the bed. I then laid down next to her. I slowly reached under her back and unclasped the black bra. As Stephanie looked at me with her longing brown eyes, I pulled the bra out from under her and tossed it on to the floor.

“Should I take my panties off, too?” Stephanie asked in a lustful tone. I shook my head no. They looked so sensuous on her gorgeous body. “Give me your hand,” I told her softly. She raised it up and I took it in mine. I then brought both of our hands down between her legs and gently rubbed her fingers over the black satin of her panties just above her cunt. “See how that feels?” I whispered softly into her ear. She gave a subtle sigh and a low moan. I then slowly lowered her hand down to the wet spot on the panties and rubbed her fingertips over her clit. “Feels good, huh?” I whispered as she closed her eyes and relished in the sensual feeling.

“It feels so hot and smooth, so wet,” Stephanie moaned under her rapidly quickening breath. “I want to cum,” she sighed. “Fuck me and make me cum.”

I then stood up and finished getting undressed along the side of the bed while I watched Stephanie laying there, rubbing her clit though the black satin panties. “You gonna take those off now?” I asked smiling.

Stephanie shook her head no and gave me a lusty grin. “I’m going to leave them on so I can feel how wet they get after I cum.”

I walked over to the edge of the bed and reached down to Stephanie’s calves. I gently pulled her legs into the air and slid her pelvis over to mine. As I stood there, I reached down to her wetness, slid the panties over so that her slit was outside the panties and slowly slid my cock into her body. I then began to slide in and out of her, the warm, wet, black satin adding to our pleasure. As the sensuous feeling increased, I pumped Stephanie harder and harder. The king size bed then began to squeak under the pressure and I watched her tits roll up and down on her chest with each stroke inside her. Stephanie’s moans and sighs made me want to push harder and harder.

As I continued to thrust myself in and out of Stephanie, I felt her muscles begin to tighten and her moans reach a peak. As she cried out with her orgasm, she pinched her nipples between her fingers and I felt her tight lips grasping the staff of my cock. She came with such a great force that I felt the warm juices running down my legs.

My head was a little dizzy and my body felt limp, but I still managed to keep pumping into Stephanie as she continued to cum all over me. I then felt my own muscles begin to tighten up as my own orgasm drew near. I quickly pulled myself out of Stephanie’s extremely wet pussy and let my cum squirt out all over her torso and chest. As the waves of orgasm rocked through my body, I closed my eyes and fell down on to the bed next to her. I laid there for a few seconds, catching my breath and then, opened my eyes and looked beside me. I found Stephanie tightly grasping her pussy with both hands over the panties that were now almost completely soaked. Stephanie’s eyes were closed and she was completely lost in her feelings of sensuality as she played with her pussy through the wet panties. I enjoyed watching her arch her back and cry out with pleasure as she brought herself to a second orgasm again within minutes.

I don’t know how long after I closed my eyes, but the last thing I remembered was Stephanie still playing with her pussy after that second orgasm. About five hours later, I awoke to find Stephanie lying on top of me. I let the fog of sleep clear a bit and then slowly rolled her off of me. She didn’t wake up because the alcohol had probably kicked in enough to knock her out. I slowly crawled out of bed and made me way to the shower. I took the time to marvel at the luxurious suite that Angela was staying in. It was much larger than the rooms that Rich and I were staying in. I then realized that the last time I saw good ol’ Rich, he was hitting it off rather nicely with the girl whom this luxurious suite belonged to.

After washing the remains of Stephanie’s orgasm from my body, I dried and quickly dressed. When I emerged from the bathroom, Stephanie was still lying in bed. I walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. I took a minute to just sit and look at her. She was by far one of the prettiest girls that I had ever encountered. I was quite pleased that she was my first, even though I felt at the time that maybe she didn’t realize she was.

As I sat there, gazing at Stephanie, her eyes slowly opened and she stretched. Her eyes looked right into mine and she smiled. “Oh, good morning,” she said, sighing.

“Good morning,” I replied with a smile. “Shouldn’t you get up and get going?”

Stephanie smiled and shook her head no. “Oh, I’m all right. Angela shares this cabin with her dad and he met a woman the first night of the cruise and has been staying in her cabin. I’ll just wait here for Angela to get back.”

“All right,” I said, smiling. I then leaned forward and kissed Stephanie on the forehead. “Well, I’ve gotta get going.”

“OK, then. I’m sure I’ll run into you later today.”

I smiled, rested my hand on her shoulder, giving her one last long look. I then stood up and walked towards the door, remembering every instant of the previous night in just a few moments. How did I feel? Well, the huge smile from ear to ear that was on my face as I walked out of the cabin should have told you all about that.

I quickly made my way to my own cabin to change my clothes. If I really pushed it, I could just make our brunch reservations. I was starving! At brunch, I was reunited with Rich, my fellow conqueror. We smiled and held in our laughter and excitement at the table in front of his parents and my grandparents, and as soon as we had finished, quickly made our way to the main deck to do as all young gentlemen do during the early stages of their sexual encounters...we told each other everything, in great detail, that happened to us the night before.

“I was shocked when I got back with the Jack and found Angela naked kissing you,” I started in an excited tone.

“That was nothing,” Rich said zestfully. “Girl is crazy. She about murdered me, she went off so hard. That’s not the half of it. You should have seen what happened when you went for the alcohol! As soon as you left the room, Angela asked Stephanie what she thought of you. All Stephanie did was smile and say that she was going to let you fuck her as soon as you got back. Then, Stephanie asks Angela about me. I’m sitting there, feeling really stupid, and then, Angela looks at me, smiles, and says that she’s gonna let me fuck her  right then and there! Then, Stephanie starts talking about sex and what she wants to do with you. Angela starts to kiss my neck and rub her hands all over me while she’s listening to Stephanie!”

“You’re fulla shit!” I yelled out, partly disbelieving because I knew Rich and partly disbelieving because if it did happen, I was pissed that I missed it!

“No!” Rich hollered back. “I swear! They both actually used the word ‘fuck’, and they were playing off each other, getting all excited. You should have seen it!”

“Fine, so what happened next?” I demanded.

“Angela starts fully making out with me. My hands are all over her. Then, Stephanie walks over to us and says that she is going to make Angela more comfortable for me. She then grabs Angela’s arms, stands her up, and while I’m watching, grabs the bottom of Angela’s dress, pulls it over her head and tosses it on the floor.”

“Oh, fuck you!” I yelled. “You are so full of shit!”

“No, I swear, this is what happened! Stephanie was the one who took Angela’s dress off!”

“So, then what happened?” I asked anxiously.

“Angela sits back down on the bed and I start making out with her again. Stephanie sits down on the bed on the other side of her, and then takes Angela’s bra off her and tosses it on the floor!”

“Shut the fuck up! Then what?!” I demanded.

“Your damned ass knocks on the door and Stephanie leaves with you, that’s what! Who knows what would have happened next if your ass hadn’t come back so quick.”

“Fuck you!” I grinned, pushing Rich’s shoulders back. “God, I wish I could have seen that! I still don’t believe it!”

“So, how was Stephanie?”

Again, the whole episode flashed before me. “She was wonderful, man. Couldn’t have been better. It was better than I ever imagined it would be.”

“So, you’re not a big V anymore.”

“Yeah,” I sighed as the fact that I was no longer a virgin actually set in. That was it – something I carried around with me for the past six years since I first learned what the term actually meant was gone – there was no getting it back. For the rest of my life, when people asked me how old I was when I lost my virginity, I would say, “Twelve.”

Mindy's Photo Shoot

Rich and I spent the rest of the morning playing video games and walking around the ship with our cameras. We took pictures of virtually everything and anything of interest. By about two o’clock, we were at the stern of the ship on one of the decks overlooking the main sun deck. We looked down at the many ladies with nice, trim tan bodies, sunbathing in some of the tiniest bikinis both of us had ever seen.

As my eyes surveyed the length of the sun deck, marveling at the hard bodies, my attention was caught by a bit of a different sight. Not much different, just younger than most of the curvaceous, tanned, mid-twenties women that were out there. She was a very petite girl, probably about fourteen or fifteen. She was lying on her back, listening to her Walkman. Her fair skin was glistening under a coat of suntan lotion. Her bathing suit wasn’t as revealing as a tiny bikini, but what I was seeing still kept my interest. The bottom of the suit was solid black, French-cut, and shaped perfectly to her body. Her trim stomach was bare. The top of the bathing suit was red and black stripes going horizontally. The top and bottom were connected on the sides with a metal ring on each side. I could see her firm little breasts pushing out of the nylon material, the low-cut top showing more than enough cleavage. She was still very sexy, though you could tell she was still going to grow into a much more womanly body one day.

Watching her lying there, eyes closed and her long, black hair fluttering in the wind, I couldn’t fight the urge to hold up my camera and begin to photograph her from where I was standing, a deck above her. I zoomed in on her, taking pictures of her entire body lying so sensually under the sun. I then zoomed in on her face and finished out the roll in my camera with pictures of just her countenance. Once I had finished out the roll of film I had, I looked out from behind the camera and began to rewind the film that was inside. Just as I was about to take my last glance at her and move on, she opened her eyes. It startled me a bit because she was looking right at me the second she opened her eyes. I tried to act calm and not look nervous so that she didn’t get the notion that I was taking pictures of her. I gave a bit of a smile and turned away. I chuckled a little under my breath because she opened her eyes too late to catch me taking pictures of her.

Following our photo excursion throughout the ship, Rich and I headed for the cafe at the stern of the ship and enjoyed an early dinner. We spent the entire evening looking for Angela and Stephanie. We were both very excited because of what Rich had told me he experienced the night before and were hoping to further investigate just how close of friends these two girls really were. Finally, after hours of searching here and there, a girl walked up to us and asked, “You guys are looking for Stephanie and Angela, right?”

“How did you know that?” I asked, puzzled.

“Oh, I was with them at the table last night in the lounge when you guys were checking them out during the show. Angela told me this morning that she wasn’t feeling well and that she was going to stay in tonight. I have no idea where Stephanie’s at.”

I thanked the girl for her information and the second she walked away, Rich and I looked at each other with bright smiles, knowing that we each were thinking about Angela and Stephanie together in one of the girls’ rooms.

“I say we go for a beer,” Rich said, “then, we go to their cabins and knock on some doors.”

It sounded great to me, so Rich and I headed for the X ta Z Disco at the stern of the ship to sip some Coronas, our drink of choice for the cruise.

Within minutes, Rich and I were sitting near the dance floor of the club, Corona Extra longnecks in hand. Rich and I were continually scanning the club for a glimpse of Angela or Stephanie, talking about what we might find when we went to look for the girls later that evening. In the midst of conversation, I looked over Rich’s shoulder to the entrance of the club as my eyes caught a glance of a slim body walking through the door. After a quick glance, I realized that it was the girl I was taking pictures of earlier. She walked in with an older girl whom I presumed was her sister due to the resemblance, and a guy who was obviously the sister’s boyfriend. Rich slowly turned over his shoulder to see what I was looking at. As soon as he saw her, he nudged my arm. 

“Well,” Rich said laughing, “you’ve got plenty of pictures of her, why not try talking to her now?”

I watched as she made her way over to a table across the dance floor while her sister and her sister’s boyfriend walked over to the bar to get drinks. My eyes were glued to her the entire time. She was wearing a tight, short purple tank-top dress that clung to her body. I looked across the table at Rich and grinned. “Now’s my chance,” I said, standing up. “Wish me luck.”

As I walked towards her, I heard Rich call out, “I hope you won’t need it!”

I strolled over to her, trying to look as casual as possible. After a couple of seconds of hesitation to think of exactly how to approach the situation, I smiled and introduced myself. She returned my smile, and I then asked if she would like a little company. She nodded yes, introduced herself as Mindy, and politely asked me to have a seat with her.

I started the conversation with the usual small talk...the usual shit about where I’m from, what I’m into, etc., etc. A couple of minutes later, her sister and her sister’s boyfriend returned to the table. Mindy introduced me to them and following a few seconds of nice-to-meet-yous, the two walked towards the dance floor, leaving their drinks on the table and me and Mindy alone again.

As the conversation turned to more worldly matters of schooling and future plans, I slid over closer to Mindy. We shared a toast with my beer and her wine cooler. She told me about herself, and I was fascinated. She had a brain to go along with that body of hers. She was very intelligent and it was very enjoyable talking with her.

As I spoke with Mindy, I decided to shoot for an angle I hadn’t tried in a while. “Mindy, have you ever done any modeling?”

“No,” she said with a blush. “Why do you ask?”

I smiled and handed her one of the business cards my associate Cliff and I had printed up for the modeling portfolios that we shot in our spare time. “I’m a photographer just getting started,” I said with a grin. And yes, back then, I carried those cards with me at all times. It was cheesy cliche, but it was an ice breaker and a conversation point that while already a little played out, still worked more than you would think.

She looked down at the table and gave me a coy little smile.

“What?” I asked, curiously.

“So, you’re a photographer?” she asked, almost laughing. “Or at least you plan on being one when you grow up?”

I nodded.

“That must be why you were taking those pictures of me on the sun deck today, then?”

I quickly looked up at her and felt my cheeks blushing a bit. “Well, uh, yeah,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Don’t get embarrassed,” she said, resting her hand on my knee under the table. “People go on cruises to have fun and you were just having a little fun. I actually think it was kind of cute that you were taking pictures of me.”

I smiled, my cheeks still a little red with embarrassment. “Well, I still apologize for taking the pictures without asking you first.”

Mindy laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I actually enjoyed the fact that you were so interested in me that you took the time to take those pictures.”

I grinned, seeing that my chance was at hand. “Well, if you enjoyed it, would you mind, then, if I took some more pictures of you?”

She looked into my eyes and I saw her mind wandering. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t have my full studio with me, but I have enough equipment to do a pretty good shoot. I could take some good shots of you and have them sent to you when I get them back from the lab next week.”

Mindy grinned. “I don’t see why not. But, I want to ask you a few questions, first, if I may.”

I was a little puzzled, but I guess she had a right to know about the guy that was going to be taking pictures of her. “Questions like what?” I asked.

Mindy smiled. “Only one question, actually. Are you a virgin?”

I must admit I was quite shocked at the question, and I am sure that I blushed when she asked it. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” Mindy said, smiling.

I nodded, my eyes beginning to undress her. “Well, to tell you the truth, I’m not, but does that make a difference?”

    “No, just curious,” she smiled. I had a feeling there was more to the question than she was revealing at this point, but I was not about to let an opportunity like this go to waste. “So, what should I wear for these pictures?”

I wasn’t quite sure what to say, so I winged it a little. “What you have on is fine,” I said.

“So this tight purple dress is fine, then?” she smirked sarcastically, nodding a bit.

I nodded yes, looking over the tank-top dress that was cut low in the front and high on her thighs. Mindy chuckled a little then leaned over close to me. “Know what else?” she whispered into my ear. “I have a little surprise for you and your camera underneath this little dress if that’s all right with you?”

I nodded again, my mind racing. “I’ll tell you what,” I said, looking over her trim body again. “Be at my cabin in an hour. It’s number 135. Bring a couple other things to wear that you would like to take pictures in, and I’ll go set everything up.”

Mindy looked to me and said that she would meet me in an hour at my cabin. As I stood up and walked away, I felt Mindy’s eyes give me a last long look. I quickly cut across the dance floor and met the envious eyes of Rich. He glared at me. “What a dick,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re bailing on me, and Stephanie and Angela are nowhere in sight.”

I laughed. “Well, she wants to take more pictures, so who am I to tell her no? I’m sure you can hook up with Angela again if you go to her room.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just give me the details in the morning at breakfast, all right?”

I nodded and smiled, “No problem, bro. See you then.” As I turned to make my way to the door, I did feel a little bad abandoning my cousin, but the surprise that Mindy said she had under her outfit was more than enough to get me down to my cabin as fast as possible to set up my studio equipment.

I made quick work of setting up my two mobile lights, metered everything, set out my lenses and filters and placed one of my cameras on a tripod. Perhaps I was being a little over-expectant in placing the camera facing the bed, but so far, it seemed as if that was the way things were going. Needless to say, I was quite anxious.

As I set the final touches of my make-shift studio, I was quickly drawn out of my concentration by a knock at the door. I looked at my watch and then realized how quickly the hour had flown by. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, checking my hair and straightening my clothes. Seeing that I was looking presentable, I walked over to the door and opened it.

Mindy stood before me, her straight black hair flowing behind her shoulders and down her back. She had curled her hair slightly and her make-up was perfect. Her lips were the brightest fire engine red and her eye makeup was pristine with some subtle grays and a purple shade that matched her dress perfectly. She looked even more beautiful than when I had seen her earlier. Her dark eyes were fired with playfulness and the purple tank-top dress was clinging so beautifully to her body. “Looking good,” I said, smiling.

Mindy smiled as she stepped into the room, closing the door for me behind her. “Thank you. I wanted to look my best for the pictures. I’m ready to go, so let’s get started.”

I shook my head a little while I watched her walk by me towards my photo set-up. I covered her entire figure from head to toe, wondering if I was dreaming or if this was actually happening. It was then that I noticed that Mindy was carrying a blue duffel bag. I assumed that was the other outfits that I had asked her to bring for the photo shoot. Mindy set the bag down next to one of the double beds and sat down, the purple dress seductively moving up her thighs. Mindy then tossed her head back a little, making sure her hair was out of her face, finally looking at me with a cute, playful smile.

“So,” I asked coyly, “what kind of pictures did you have in mind?”

“What kind of pictures do you want to take?” was Mindy’s immediate reply.

“Well, you seem very playful and open to having some fun,” I said as I began to walk towards the counter where one of my cameras was sitting, “otherwise, you wouldn’t be here and wouldn’t have been OK with my taking pictures of you in your bathing suit earlier.”

“I like to have fun. Life’s short, right?”

I nodded in agreement. “So, if life is short and we need to have fun, tell me what you do for fun.”

Mindy gave a cute little laugh. “Well, if I’m around people, I do the usual stuff, drinking, dancing, laughing, but when I’m at home alone and I want to have fun, I put in a good movie and masturbate while I watch it.”

I nodded very matter-of-factly, trying not to show how bad she was turning me on. “I haven’t met too many people so far that would admit they do that,” I said.

“Well, I used to love to masturbate when I was a little girl and the habit pretty much stayed with me. I even have this empty soda bottle I keep hidden under my bed. I started humping things like that when I was about seven or eight. I had fun, but I never really understood how pleasurable it was until the day I saw my sister doing it for her boyfriend. My parents were in Hawaii on some fuck-fest second honeymoon and my sister made me swear that I wouldn’t tell my parents her boyfriend was staying at our house or else she’d tell them about my little exploits with my bottle. Anyway, she thought I was sleeping and I snuck out of my room just in time to peek at my sister sitting on our coffee table pleasuring herself while her boyfriend watched. I got so involved in watching that I began to touch myself. I spent the entire night in my bed masturbating and I do it just about every opportunity I get now.”

I was now standing a few feet from Mindy with my camera in hand. “Pretty interesting, but does that have any bearing on what kind of pictures you want me to take of you?”

Mindy gave a sharp laugh. “Very serious about your work, aren’t you? I seriously hope that you are not more interested in your camera than listening to me talk about pleasuring myself.”

“Oh, I’m not, trust me,” I said in a very serious tone. “I just want to get started.”

“I just explained it to you, didn’t I?” she asked, crossing her legs and leaning back on the bed, her straight arms holding her up and pushing her breasts outward. “I am going to sit here on this bed and masturbate for you, and you can take all of the pictures that you want. You seem like an adventurous guy and I find that very exciting.”

I was stunned, I’ll admit, but I wasn’t about to lose a second. “Why don’t we get started then?” I asked, raising the camera and taking a couple of pictures of her leaning back on the bed.

“Want to move straight into the action, huh?” Mindy asked.

I nodded and kept taking pictures.

Mindy stood up and seductively walked over to me. She then held her hair up and turned her back to me. “Unzip me, sweetie, so I can get going.” I reached up to her back and unzipped the dress, my hand stopping just an inch from her ass. The dress instantly began to fall downward, tugging at the straps on her shoulders. I looked up and began to feel the passion running through my body as I saw the back of her purple satin bra peeking through the unzipped dress.

“Thank you,” Mindy said, smiling. She then walked over to the bed once more. I was shuttering away as fast as I could as Mindy turned back towards me, smiling seductively. She then reached her hands up to her shoulders and pushed the dress’s straps off. Mindy slid her arms through the straps and then let the dress fall to the floor. I watched through the viewfinder of my camera, my pants fitting tighter and tighter as Mindy sat down on the bed, spreading her legs. Her purple satin bra cupped her beautiful little breasts perfectly. Her waist was trim, giving the purple lace garter belt a flat look as it hung about her hips. The purple lace sent waves through my body and my toes even tingled. What excited me the most, however, was the two glistening lips between her legs that were staring at me through her crotchless purple lace panties.

“So,” Mindy said, giving a bit of a laugh, “do you like your surprise?”

I continued to take pictures as I replied, “If you look down at the bulge in my pants, I think you’ll find the answer to your question.”

Mindy giggled and then laid back on the bed. She looked at me with lust in her eyes and knew just how sexy she was. “I’m gonna make you cum in your pants,” she said with a strong determination. Mindy rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed her duffel bag. She quickly unzipped it and reached her hand inside. She looked at me with a smile, myself all the while still taking pictures, as she pulled an empty long-neck Corona bottle out of her bag. “If I recall correctly, this is your drink of choice,” Mindy said sinfully as she laid back down on the bed.

As I was shuttering away, the camera in my hand ran out of film. I quickly tossed it on to the other bed and grabbed the camera off the tripod. I started taking pictures again just in time to see Mindy raise the bottle to her mouth with her left hand, swallowing the neck a couple times and letting it get wet with her saliva. With her right hand, Mindy began to rub her clit through the purple crotchless panties.

“You got my drink right,” I said, my finger snapping away, “but the bottle is empty. What are you going to do with that?”

Mindy looked up at me with lustful eyes and her statement told me that she was done playing. “I’m gonna ram it inside of me and make myself cum for you.”

Mindy then ran the bottle over her neck, then down between her tits, finally over her stomach and the garter belt. She stopped just shy of the waistline of the panties, pulled the bottle away from her body a little, positioned the neck just right and looked to me, smiling. “Here goes,” she said. I then watched in amazement, my solid cock pushing out hard against my pants, as Mindy slid the neck of the bottle inside her. The inside edges of the purple lace of her panties seemed to hug the clear glass bottle as she rammed it in and out of her wet pussy.

By this time, I was having quite some trouble controlling myself, but I wanted to let Mindy finish. I kept snapping away, changing cameras and film a couple times. Mindy came within minutes, though, her juices flowing down the bottle and leaving a wet spot on the bed. After seeing her cum with the bottle inside her, I couldn’t take it any longer. I set the cameras down on the floor and quickly began to remove my clothes. As I did so, Mindy slowly pulled the bottle out of her and set it down on the floor next to the bed. Her cum filled up about a quarter inch of the bottle’s bottom and was drying all along the outside of it.

As soon as I had my clothes off, I laid down on top of Mindy’s body as her legs were already spread wide. I wasted no time in placing myself inside of her. Mindy gave a soft moan as her pussy, already wet from coming, allowed me to slip in easily.

I would like to say that I made passionate love to Mindy for hours on end, but her little show had me so hot that I came within two minutes, and that’s probably even too generous. I tried my hardest to prolong it, but there was just no way. I slowly slid out of Mindy as we kissed passionately and continued to explore each other’s bodies with our hands. Finally, about ten minutes later I realized that my grandparents were probably going to be coming back to the room soon. Everything tended to wind down on the ship about 3AM.

“You were absolutely amazing,” I told Mindy as I laid next to her.

“Uh oh,” she smirked. “That sounds like it’s time for me to go already.”

“I’d love to have you stay,” I said sincerely, “but my grandparents will probably be here any minute.”

Mindy gave me another passionate kiss and then we both hopped up off the bed and began to get dressed. I hurried as quickly as I could because I also had some photo equipment to put away. Once Mindy had put her dress back on and put that soiled bottle back in her bag, she walked towards the door.

I definitely didn’t want her to rush off and I definitely didn’t want to give her the impression I wanted her to leave. I really would have loved to have spent the rest of the night and morning with her, but it was just not going to be an option. I quickly reached out and grabbed her hand before she could leave and pulled her close. I looked into her eyes and then kissed her as passionately as I could muster. “I really wish you could stay,” I said when I finally pulled away from the kiss.

“I know,” she said, “but we’re young and no one is going to let us spend the night together. A little ironic given what we’ve just done, but hey, rules are rules, right? Besides, we have plenty of time before the cruise ends.” Mindy then kissed me once more and looked at me longingly as she unlocked the door and slipped out. And just as quickly as she had arrived, she was gone. I made quick work of cleaning up the room, and just barely made it. Seconds after I stowed my camera bag away, I heard the key card slide into the door and in walked my grandparents. Needless to say, I greeted them with a sly little smile.

“If you don’t give me a copy of those pictures,” Rich hollered across the lounge table, “I’ll kill you! You owe me that at least for abandoning me last night!”

“What the hell happened to Angela and Stephanie?” I asked, curiously.

“Oh, I went to Angela’s room all right, but no one was there. I spent hours looking for them after you took off, and I never found them!”

Rich and I both spent the morning and a good part of the afternoon passed out in our rooms. By about midafternoon, we had staked out a spot on the sun deck, planning to sit there until we either saw Stephanie and Angela or drank so much that we wouldn’t recognize them. We were about three hours in, and almost about to give up when our eyes finally caught a glimpse of our treasure.

“Stephanie!” I called out. She quickly turned to face me and waved. Angela stopped and looked back as Rich and I hurried over. “Where’ve you been?” I asked Stephanie.

Angela smiled as she reached out and grabbed Rich’s hand. “I wasn’t feeling well last night, so Stephanie and I stayed in. Are you going to the formal dinner this evening?”

Rich and I looked at each other and our shorts and T-shirts. “Well, I, uh.....”

Angela cut me off as I stuttered. “It isn’t for an hour, so you still have time to go change.”

Rich and I looked at each other and being the two young kids we were, really wanted nothing to do with a formal, stuffy dinner. “We could meet you afterwards,” Rich suggested, both of us thinking about what a good time we had with the girls two nights before.

“That sounds great,” Angela said with a smile. “We can meet you in the disco about nine or so.”

Just as I opened my mouth to agree, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find my cousin Tori, Rich’s sister standing behind me. “Hey,” she said, smiling as she walked past me and Rich, then surprised us both by walking over to Angela and Stephanie then wrapping her arms around the two girls’ shoulders, standing between them. “Hey girls,” she said, smiling.

My eyes locked on to Tori. She was obviously going to the formal dinner because she was wearing a black, short strapless dress that was ruffled at the bottom. She was wearing black nylons and black high heels to match. She caught my glance and smiled, giving me her devious, horny look...a look I had seen a few times before.

“Hey you!” Stephanie said to Tori with a smile. “I see you’re all set to go.”

“Sure am,” Tori said, grinning. “You two still need to get ready, so you better get a move on.”

Stephanie looked over to me and smiled as I still stood in shock about my cousin who I had fantasized about apparently knowing the girl I had just lost my virginity to a couple nights ago. “Well, we’ll meet you guys at the disco at nine. We have to go get ready.”

We all exchanged good-byes and the three girls walked away. Rich and I stood still for a second, not really sure what to say to each other. My cousin knowing Stephanie honestly was a pretty exciting development for me, but I could tell by the look on Rich’s face, he was a little weirded out that his sister knew Angela. I immediately suggested that we have another drink. Rich agreed.

Tori, Angela, and Stephanie

About three hours later, Rich and I entered the X ta Z disco. We had discussed very little of the run in we had earlier with Tori, Angela, and Stephanie, and with bottles in hand and our egos waiting for tonight’s action, Rich and I spied the three girls sitting in one of the round booths at the back of the club. Their table was littered with empty bottles and they were laughing and yelling loudly. The girls seemed to be having a great time.

My mind was running wild as I saw them huddled closely to the middle of the booth which would sit six people comfortably. I marveled at the beauty of the three girls, their great looking hair, gorgeous faces, and their sexy evening dresses. I watched their gestures, watched their smiles and playfulness as the three girls were sitting so close that they were practically on each other’s laps.

Rich hesitated a little, probably feeling a bit awkward still about his sister spending time with a girl he had just hooked up with, but I instantly walked over to them. Stephanie looked up at me from in between Angela and Tori and smiled. “Oh, you made it,” she said, grinning at me.

I returned her smile. I looked over to Rich and saw his nervousness so I knew I was going to have to handle the situation. I smiled a coy little smile and sat down on the edge of the semi-circle booth closest to Tori. It took a couple seconds for him to catch on, but Rich then sat down on the other edge, opposite me and close to Angela. Angela immediately reached over and pulled Rich in close to her. Feeling a bit left out, I inched closer to Tori.

Angela and Rich began to speak into each other’s ears. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying because the music was so loud. Stephanie was leaning over Angela’s shoulder so that she could hear what they were saying. With no conversation to listen to, Tori looked over her shoulder to me and gave me that same flirty look again. I loved that look, but it sure was confusing. It always made me wonder if she had the same curiosity and feelings I had for her.

“So how is it that you came to know these two?” I asked, curiously.

Tori smiled. “What makes you think that is any of your business?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said shaking my heard. “I’m just curious, that’s all.”

“Well, if you must know, the other night when you two were in the lounge, staring and drooling all over Angela and Stephanie during that show, I was at the table, too. You couldn’t see me or the other girl too well, I’m sure.”

I grinned, surprised that I didn’t even notice Tori there. “So, when did you meet them?”

“The first night of the cruise at the lifeboat drill. We got to talking and I’ve been hanging with them and their friends the whole cruise.”

My smile grew wider as I thought of what that could have meant, wondering how close Tori had become with the two girls.

“It’s funny,” Tori continued, “because at the show in the lounge, they kept looking over at you two and I told them we were related.”

“Are you serious? What did they ask?”

Tori tried to hold in her laughter at my desperate-sounding curiosity. “They just commented that they thought you guys were cute and that they wanted to meet you. I told them that I could tell by the way you two were looking at them you would hunt them down after the show was over, and then, we left.”

“Where’d you go?” I demanded, remembering how long Rich and I searched before finding them.

Tori started to laugh again as she ran her finger around the rim of the glass bottle that she was holding. “Well, I knew by the way you two were checking them out that you would spend the rest of the night looking for them, even if it killed you, so since we did have all night for them to meet you, we went back to my room and ordered in a late dinner. After we ate, their friend Gina and I stayed in and watched movies while Angela and Stephanie went to find you two.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Well, it was very nice of you to let me and Rich run all over the ship while you ate dinner in your room.”

Tori grinned and then leaned closer to me. She set the bottle down on the table and next thing I knew, I felt her hand on my knee. “Oh, don’t worry, hon. I was only looking out for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, Stephanie gave me the details, as best as she could remember, from the other night, and I already heard about my brother and what you walked in on from Angela. I’m sure you’ve picked up from what Rich told you that the girls are bi. I didn’t know how you would react, so I guess I was stalling them from meeting you.”

I grinned and shook my head. “How would I react to that? Well, first, I’d probably ask to watch with intent to join in.”

Tori’s hand steadily moved up my leg from my knee. “Well, you missed out last night then,” she said with a naughty grin.

“Oh, really? Why is that?”

“Well, last night while Rich was sleeping all by himself and you were busy taking pictures of that girl you met, I was hanging out with Angela and Stephanie.”

My eyes widened as Tori’s hand reached the spot between my legs that was getting harder by the second. “And what happened last night?”

Tori leaned even closer to me, her face right in mine. I could smell her perfume and her body felt warm amid the air-conditioned club. If we hadn’t been in public, the talking would have stopped right there. “Oh,” she said with a sigh, “Let’s just say that I saw something that I had never seen in person before.”

“Oh,” I said excitedly, stringing the conversation on, “and what might that be?”

Tori leaned in even closer, her lips almost touching mine. “Well, let’s just say that you would have been asking to watch with intent to join in.”

Her words hit my ears, and other body parts, with the intensity that I’m sure you can imagine. The picture of Stephanie and Angela together was vivid in my mind.

Tori then backed off a little, just far enough to take a long swig of her drink. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. “And by the way,” she said, leaning towards me again, “they told me I can join in whenever I want.”

As soon as Tori finished her sentence, my mind took over with its nasty little images. “So, did you?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head, “I told them that I’d probably have to get really drunk to get loose enough to try something like that.”

“Oh,” I said, leaning back from her a little bit, disappointed.

“But don’t worry, I’ve put away three wine coolers, two daiquiris and half this beer, so when all of this kicks in, I’ll probably do anything and everything that presents itself.”

My mind immediately started up again, especially since she was massaging my cock the entire last part of the conversation. I grinned back at her and figured I should return the favor. I coyly slid my hand beneath the table and placed it on Tori’s knee. The soft, silky feel of her nylons really got me going. I moved my hand up her thigh, looking her straight in the eyes as she gave me the cutest horny smile I had ever seen. Then, to my surprise, my fingers met with a garter belt strap. “Oh really?” I said, smiling.

“Do you like garter belts?” she asked seductively.

“They make me lose control whenever I see them,” I said with a sigh.

Tori gave a short little laugh, smiled, and said, “Well, then I will be sure to have Stephanie and Angela tell you how much they liked my garter belt tomorrow morning.”

Tori licked her lips, blew a kiss at me and then turned away. She removed her hand from my cock and pushed my hand way from her garter belt strap.

“Well, girls,” Tori shouted over the music, getting their attention away from Rich, “it is getting rather late and we do have so much to do tonight.”

Without a single word, Angela kissed Rich on the cheek, literally pushed him out of the seat until he was standing and began to walk towards the club’s main door. Also without a word, Stephanie looked at me, smiled, slid off the seat and followed right behind Angela. Tori turned back towards me, kissed me on the cheek, the proceeded to slide out of the booth and follow right behind Stephanie, patting her brother twice on the shoulder as she walked past him.

And just like that, Rich and I were alone at the table, him standing on one side and me sitting on the other as we watched the girls walk away across the dance floor. Rich and I watched until the girls disappeared into the crowd of people. Rich then shook his head, smiling. “Well, there goes our only full-proof action for the night!” he shouted over the music.

I nodded my head, thinking about Tori as I let out a sigh. “Kind of sucks, doesn’t it?! So, my friend, what shall we do for the rest of the evening?”

Rich quickly picked up the hint, shouted, “I’ll get us some Coronas!” and walked towards the bar.

Once I had my long-necked beer in hand and half of the liquid setting into my blood stream, I settled back against the seat and took in the sights and sounds of the ship’s disco, wondering just where I was going to end up for the night. Even though my night was ending, it was still quite early for others...

There were many heads turned as the three girls made their way across the dance floor. Angela was on the left, her long red evening gown clinging tightly to her body. Tori was in the middle, her long dark hair flowing behind her as she walked, her loose, ruffled black dress waving to and fro with her every stride, each step revealing just a little more leg. Stephanie was on the right, her tight green velvet dress hugging her frame and barely holding in her chest.

The girls had their arms around each other and their legs strode in unison. They continued to walk this way after leaving the disco, the entire length of the ship, until they reached the elevators at the stern.

As the girls waited for the elevator, Tori turned her back to the elevator doors and faced Angela and Stephanie. “So, where are we off to now?”

Angela looked to Stephanie and then back to Tori. “Oh, that’s all up to Stephanie. It depends on what kind of mood she’s in.”

Stephanie smiled and glanced over to Angela. “Well, Ang', what is your father doing tonight?”

“Well, he’s staying the night with that lady he met, so I have the room all to myself. We could go down to the cabin and watch some TV and call in some room service.”

“Oooh, that sounds so good,” Stephanie sighed, resting her right hand on Angela’s shoulder. The two girls shared a smile and then, Stephanie let go of Angela’s shoulder, turning towards Tori. “Tori, would you care to join us?”

Tori immediately smiled at Stephanie, looking into her beautiful green eyes as she thought of what she had seen the two girls do the night before. She wasn’t really sure how she was going to handle the new situation, but because of the alcohol, combined with her curiosity, she couldn’t resist the offer. “You know,” she said, looking seductively at the two girls, “I can’t think of anything I would rather do right now.”

Just as Tori finished her statement with a smile, the elevator doors behind her opened up. Tori turned around and quickly walked in. Angela and Stephanie shared another smile as Angela wrapped her arm around Stephanie’s waist and guided her into the elevator. Once inside, Stephanie reached across to the control panel and pushed the button for Angela’s floor. Tori stood there, quietly, smiling at the two girls as the elevator doors closed.

As soon as the elevator doors slid to a close, Stephanie and Angela quickly faced each other. Without a single word, Stephanie reached up behind Angela’s neck and pulled her forward. Within an instant, the two girls were locked in a passionate, vigorous kiss. Angela let out a soft, quick moan from the force and surprise of Stephanie’s kiss.

Tori gazed in awe. There was something about seeing the two trim females, dressed seductively in the green and red dresses, hair and make-up done so beautifully, pressed together that instantly had her getting wet. The way their faces looked, red lipstick against red lipstick, eyes closed in passion, made Tori feel turned on inside. She had seen a couple of lesbian flicks before and they excited her, but seeing this in person was a brand-new world.

Tori really started to feel her passions get going as she watched Stephanie release her grip on the back of Angela’s neck, the two girls still enveloped in their passionate kiss. With Stephanie’s hand removed from her neck, Angela quickly reacted by gently pressing Stephanie’s back against the wall of the elevator. Stephanie, who was still very busy kissing Angela, brought her right foot up against the wall, her outstretched knee pressing Angela in closer. At the same time, Angela’s hands found their way down to Stephanie’s dress. Angela’s hands went straight down to the bottom of the dress that was resting mid-thigh on Stephanie. As she sighed and moaned, still kissing Stephanie, Angela quickly pulled the tight dress up to Stephanie’s waist, revealing the rest of her white thigh-high stockings, white lace garter belt and tiny little white lace thong panties.

Angela’s hands then immediately went for Stephanie’s panties. She rubbed Stephanie’s pussy through the panties, vigorously stroking and caressing. Tori licked her lips, feeling the excitement run through her as she watched Angela’s red fingernails dance over the white lace panties. Tori then began to really feel the wetness between her legs as Angela’s hand moved over Stephanie’s right thigh and straight up, underneath the panties. Tori watched intently, marveling at how sensual Angela’s red fingernails looked stroking Stephanie’s pussy underneath the little white lace panties.

Stephanie’s moans and grunts of passion filled the elevator with a sense of excitement, as did the aromatic scent of three young, excited pussies. Totally enveloped in the passion that was right before her eyes, Tori had moved her right hand up over her body and begun to squeeze her tits together under her strapless black dress. Tori’s left hand had now moved to Angela as she fought her fear and began to rub Angela’s back through her red evening gown. The louder Stephanie grunted, the harder Angela pushed down on her clit, and the harder Tori squeezed her beautiful tits through her dress.

Just as Stephanie started grinding her hips into Angela’s hand, the elevator bell rang and the doors slowly started to open. Angela quickly pulled her hand out of Stephanie’s panties and took a step away from her as Stephanie stepped away from the wall, pulling the bottom of her dress back down. As Angela and Stephanie took a minute to straighten themselves, Tori stood still, her hand still rubbing her chest, taking in what she had just seen. Luckily for the girls, there was no one around to see them playing as the doors rested open.

Without a word, the three girls walked slowly out of the elevator, looking around to make sure no one had seen them. Once they saw they were alone, they burst out in hysterical laughter as they walked down the hall to Angela’s cabin. Angela and Stephanie walked side-by-side, holding hands, and Tori walked right behind them, frequently looking down to watch their asses move under their tight dresses. It was right then and there, with the wetness between her legs and the slight fog of her tipsy state that Tori decided tonight was the night for her first real-life lesbian encounter.

When they finally reached the door to Angela’s cabin, Angela reached for her purse so she could fish for her key card. Angela stopped her hand very suddenly right when she was about to grab the purse’s zipper. “Oooh, my finger’s all wet now, sweetie,” Angela said, letting out a soft, seductive sigh as she looked to Tori. “Tori, hon, would you be a dear and clean it off for me?”

Tori thought for a couple seconds and then realized what Angela was getting at. She smiled, looked Angela straight in the eyes, licked her luscious red lips, and then, grabbed Angela’s hand. As Angela and Stephanie watched with great anticipation, Tori brought Angela’s hand to her face, bent Angela’s fingers, except for the wet one, into a fist and slightly opened her mouth. Tori closed her eyes, put Angela’s finger into her mouth and slowly licked Stephanie’s juices off.

Angela’s body began to tremble a little as she watched Tori’s red lips glide over her wet finger and felt Tori’s warm, wet mouth wrapping around it. “Mmmm,” Stephanie moaned as she watched her juices disappear off the finger, “there’s a lot more for both of you where that came from, So, tell me, Tori, how did that taste?”

Tori let go of Angela’s hand and swallowed the juices that were still in her mouth. “It tasted wonderful, but I guarantee you that mine tastes better.”

Stephanie bit her bottom lip at the statement as Angela took a step towards Tori as she began to dig into her purse, looking Tori directly in the eye. “Well, I’ll be the judge of that,” Angela said as she kissed Tori on the cheek. “Don't forget, you haven’t tasted mine yet, either, hon.”

Stephanie smiled and gave a little laugh as Angela opened the door. The three girls then entered the small cabin, their sinful and lustrous thoughts in full bloom...

I know the first part of this story was pretty amazing, and I really hate to leave it there, but even though I have pleaded and offered many favors to know what went on once the three young girls got inside the cabin, Tori still refuses to tell me to this day. She and I spent the remainder of our school years visiting at family get-togethers and exchanging those flirty glances, but I am also sad to report that other than that brief encounter between us at the disco on the cruise that night, nothing else would ever come to pass. Chalk that up as one fantasy that I was never able to close on.

Rich and I spent the remainder of the cruise pretty much in the same fashion as we spent that night the girls went off together – drinking, scamming, but not hooking up with Angela and Stephanie again. Stephanie and I promised to write and call, but neither of us ever did. As for Rich and Angela, the same was true. I don’t know if Tori ever communicated with or saw the girls again, either. That is also a detail that she continues to refuse to disclose.

As for Mindy, though I have no idea what became of her, I am sure she is still playing with empty bottles and other things of that sort. I still look at those pictures occasionally, marveling at the girl. They were a very popular item when I returned to school, especially for those who did not believe my adventures that saw some of the tamer early pics in the series as my proof. I never did encounter her again for the rest of the cruise and we never exchanged contact information. There was no Internet or anything of the sorts back then, so once you lost contact with someone, that was pretty much it, especially if you didn’t know where they lived. C’est la vie, as they say.

By far, still one of my favorite and exciting vacations to date, my cruise to Mexico proved to be even more than I had hoped for. I still run through the slides occasionally, laughing at how young Rich and I looked drinking our beers and hitting on girls. The cruise was a beginning for me, and I know that I couldn’t have asked for a better start.