CHRISTINE

Compared to her previous summer jobs, working as a gym instructor aboard the Oasis of the Seas was a blast. Christine could spend the day lying on the deck, deepening her tan while listening to her favorite songs on her iPod. After a morning in the sun she would hit the gym, tell people how to ”get big and strong” or ”lose ass-fat”, and get paid for it. She had the chance to eat for free at most of the restaurants and they even let her in some of the nightclubs, despite her being underage. The only downside was that she had to be away from her friends and boyfriend.

It was the summer after highschool, a summer she would have loved to spend with her friends and family. As much as she missed those dear to her, she was having a great time and earning a lot of money at the same time. She hadn’t got the job easily; the company had been very reluctant to hire a sixteen-year old, but with the help of a friend of her dad’s, she had eventually been employed.

It was sometime in the morning and she was lying in a comfortable sunstool, the bright Caribbean sun straight above her, bathing her in its warm rays. She wasn’t listening to music just then; sometimes she liked to just think.

Her thoughts wandered to her far away boyfriend, Ashton. He was an average-looking guy with sand-colored hair and pale skin. Ashton was her second boyfriend, but the first one she had had sex with. Christine knew she didn’t love him. She liked him to be sure, but perhaps a little too much as a friend. Right now though she missed him badly; missed his arm around her, missed how his hand would play with her blonde hair, how it would fondle a breast, then travel lower between her legs. She remembered how he would make funny faces when she sucked him off, or how it felt when his penis pushed into her.

As her mind drifted off to more sexual thoughts, she felt a tingle between her legs as her moistness began to secrete. She thought of Ashton’s cock; a cute, maybe five-inch thing with a nice, bulbous head to suck on. The thought made her mouth water. Christine had come to realize she had a thing for giving blowjobs; she loved how she could make him squirm with pleasure, how she had him completely under her spell.

She realized she might soon be wet enough for it to show through her red bikini, so she pulled her mind off sex and plugged in her earphones.

DAMON

Throughout his life Damon had been unlucky. He had lost his mother to cancer at the age of 6, his home to hurricane Katrina, and a day before Damon’s 17th birthday, just a couple of months ago, his girlfriend had died in a car crash. So, his surprise had been great when he had uncorked a bottle of Pepsi and found out he had won a week-long Caribbean cruise for five.

He had taken his best buddies from high school with him and they were now celebrating the end of school aboard the Oasis of the Seas, scheduled to arrive to the Bahamas the following afternoon. To be with his friends in a new environment was very therapeutic for Damon; he still thought of his girlfriend, despite it already being several months since her passing. He hadn’t been truly happy ever since.

They had spent their first morning aboard the ship on the deck sunbathing and talking smack, until in the afternoon it had started raining. The other guys had gone shopping and Damon was planning to hit the gym. Damon was a rings gymnast, the most promising one in decades he had been told. He loved his sport, and even normally there wasn’t a day he didn’t work out; now he was on the verge of reaching a new move, the Victorian lever, which ever increased his enthusiasm. Unfortunately there wasn’t a set of rings on the ship, but he figured a regular gym would serve just fine for the week.

Damon was at the gym, resting between sets of heavy shoulder presses when he heard a cute voice calling.

”Excuse me sir, do you need any help?”

Damon didn’t really like gym instructors, he considered them a bunch of show-offs who thought they knew much more than they really did.

”I’m fine, thank you.” He turned around to see the owner of the voice. ”Actually, could you please show me the correct technique for this exercise?”

His voice tried to catch in his throat at the sight of her beauty. The girl couldn’t have been much older than Damon; her features had a hint of girliness left in them, her skin was still shining with the light of youth. Damon was captivated by her eyes, they were a vibrant sky-blue colour, glimmering like two precious sapphires. He felt a sudden, surprising desire to kiss her supple, pouty lips right then and there.

She had a thick braid of bright blonde hair, continuing somewhere behind her back. Her sports top desperately tried to flatten her ample breasts, her sport tights did nothing to hide the curve of her tight behind. She was slender yet strong, lean yet curvy. Despite her sport clothes she still somehow managed to look elegant. Damon didn’t even notice his mouth fall open.

He asked her to show him how to properly perform a power clean and watched, mesmerized, as her breasts bounced when she pulled the weight up. He asked her to show him how to do barbell rows, and couldn’t help but stare as she emphasized on keeping your back straight, sticking out her protruding butt, practically naked with how the tights clung to her gorgeous buttocks. Whenever she talked to him, she smiled ever so beautifully, distracting Damon from her actual words.

It was the first time Damon had looked at a girl like this in a long time, ever since his girlfriend’s passing. When the thought hit him, he felt guilty and told the girl he was fine now.

CHRISTINE

As she walked towards her cabin through hallways and corridors, Christine was unable to take her mind off the guy she had instructed at the gym. She had seen the admiration in his eyes and had tried to hide her own. His translucent, blue eyes, twinkling like stars on a night sky, his strong jaw, full lips, short-cropped dark hair, hint of a stubble on his chin; his young, manly beauty had been enchanting to look at.

She doubted he had actually needed her advice: he had looked like he definitely knew his way around the gym. She remembered his ripped biceps, how his chest bulged under his shirt; he hadn’t been big and bulky like a bodybuilder, judging by his lean and ripped physique she guessed he was some kind of a strength athlete.

She felt partly bad having thoughts like this; after all, she was in a relationship and considered herself loyal to the bone.

She got to her room and collapsed on her bed. Running her fingers across her body, she found herself become aroused quickly. Delicately, her hand moved between her legs, the other gently fondling a breast. In her fantasies, Ashton was climbing on top of him, his erect member ready to push inside. His face, however, was blurred. Ashton had brown eyes, the young man in her mind had bright blue eyes.

Shocked at the realization, she stopped, let out a huff and decided to take a long, hot shower.

DAMON

One of his friends happened to know the bouncer at one of the nightclubs, and seeing how each of them apart from Damon and Rick was already 18, they had little trouble getting in.

Night went on and after having had a few drinks, the three older guys decided to go for a bar tour around the ship, leaving Damon with Rick to keep him company. After some time, Rick said he’d be going to the bathroom, and Damon was left alone in the table, surrounded by flashing lights and people dancing.

”Excuse me sir, do you need any help?”

Damon was startled to hear the familiar, cute voice, but quickly regained his composure.

”I’m fine, thank you.” Looking her in the eyes he smiled and said, ”Actually, feel free to join me.”

She giggled, her laughter was like the rattle of a spring rain. The music wasn’t as loud as in your typical nightclub, and they only had to slightly raise their voice to talk.

Her previously braided hair was now flowing freely in a waterfall of blonde curls across her bare shoulders. She wore a modest white top, which tried but failed to hide her large breasts, and black jeans.

”Are you all alone on this cruise or why are you alone whenever I see you?” she asked, jokingly.

”No, I – uh… I’m with a couple of friends, but they aren’t here right now.” he answered. ”You?”

”I work here, remember? I was sitting over there with some workmates when I saw you sitting all by yourself here, and I decided to offer you the questionable pleasure of my company. Hi, I’m Christine.”

”Damon.”

She had a quirky way about her, which Damon found charming. Out of the corner of his eye Damon noticed Rick returning, glancing over he saw him smirk and turn away.

”You’d think the prettiest girl on the ship could find better company than me.” Damon said, grinning.

They talked about their hobbies, their families, their interests; on a friendly level, then on a personal level. Time flied like it only does when in the presence of someone you connect with, and before they knew it, it was past 2 a.m.

”It’s getting late, I think I should go before my friends start to worry.” Damon said, not really wanting to leave.

”Yeah, I suppose it’s for the best. Unless… unless you would like to come to my room?