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Pleasure Cruse (galainas/butterfly0408)

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The music was blasting and the drinks were flowing on the party yacht. This had been a great idea! Summer after college graduation, the last time they group of friends could just let loose and have themselves a good time before they all had to go their separate ways to try and get themselves real jobs out in the real world.

A group of 8 girls in all, they had been saving up for this little trip all year long. Hell, they even skipped their spring break to be able to afford it. So now, they had twice the partying to do to make up for it.

This cruse was something they had always talked about doing. Just a whole bunch of people, on an large yacht, partying for a whole week. Stopping in exotic ports along the way to sample the island night life. Just good, uninhibited, fun.

Tonight was only the second night at sea but already it had been worth every penny. The group of girls each had a drink in hand as they dancing in a clump poolside in there tiny bikini's. All the others on the boat certainly had noticed them for they were all pretty damn good looking though for the most part, one looked like that last. Well accept for one of them. While 7 of the girls were either raven haired or brown haired, one of them had light blonde hair which made her naturally stand out from the rest. It also helped that she just seemed to just glow among the others. Ivy's smile beamed, her laugh was almost melodic to the ears, and her body was just... pretty much as close to perfect as a girl could get.

Dancing right among the middle of the group of party girls in her blue bikini with a wrap skirt tied around her waist, she had caught more then one guy on this cruse's eye. She hadn't given in to any of them yet though. One or two of her friends had already done THAT route with the partying. Would she though?
 
8 girls, 8 boys. One yatch. Ah, the bliss!!

Only one of them was friends with the girls. He had been the one calling the shots. He convinced a friend of a friend to lend him his yatch. He went to the same classes with Julia, and she had been the one inviting the rest others. Needless to say, Julia had been the first falling for the guy, her classmate. It had been on the first night. He was the cool guy. Ron was his name.

Johnny observed his best friend come closer to the girls. Damn, he thought, if only he was just like him! They were childhood friends. He had seen him bed hundreds of girls. He loved being the centre of attention. Johnny didn't... yet he knew he'd have to do something. His time was running out... College was over. Wouldn't he take advantage of the situation now, before everyone settled into routine?

Johnny wasn't ugly, nor fat or stupid. Pretty much the opposite: He and Ron had played soccer for the longest time. They even had their own amateur team and, while they really never won anything, they had fun. And kept them fit.

Johnny suddenly stood up and gulped down the rest of his drink. He took his shirt out. He was still wearing his trunks, slightly pushed down. He joined Ron in the middle of the girls. His blue eyes rested on Ivy immediately.

"Hey Johnny, have I introduced you to Ivy?" He patted his friend so hard on his back that he was pushed towards Ivy, almost bumping into her. "Eh.. hm.. Hello Ivy. Nice to finally meet you." He smiled at her.
 
She smiled that pretty, friendly smile of her at him as she held out her empty hand to shake his hand in return, "Nice to meet you too Johnny. I saw you around yesterday, when we were all getting on board. You've got the room right down the hall from mine right?" There were enough cabins on the yacht for each person to have their own space. To crack down on any awkward moments of one person hooking up in a room where someone else was trying to sleep.
 
He shook her hand firmly. At least that'd give off the impression he was in control! "Yeah, I saw your room. It's probably the biggest in the Yacht! Lucky bastard...Maybe we can swap them later?" He winked at her.

Ron soon left them to their own, dancing around, half-drunk. As the music blasted, Johnny and Ivy spoke on. He felt more confident by the minute. And boy, was she beautiful! And smart!

"... Yeah, actually, I majored in Photography and Fine Arts. Dunno what to do with it yet."
 
"Well, take pictures obviously!" she said with a little laugh, starting to feel the drinks a bit more as she downed the last bit from that glass. She held it up, tapping it a bit, "Come! Get another drink with me!" She took his hand and lead him through the crush of people towards the bar. It was actually much more quiet away from the main group and such. Getting another mixed drink, she went to drinking it again right away. "I mean, that's what you do with a camera. Take pictures. You could take pictures of anything anywhere and it's like, you're doing your major."

She tugged a little bit at the wrap around her waist, playfully, "As for the room.... tough luck bud. I'm already quite comfortable in my cabin and I won't be giving it up anytime soon. Then again..." she smirked a little and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "You could always come spend some time in it?" She was getting loose the more she drank. Why not have a little fun on the trip, right?
 
"Yeah well... taking pictures randomly doesn't work, Gotta plan it, etc. Besides, I was always into it for the artistic side. I don't like making commercial artwork. So yeah, pretty much broke for the rest of my life." He was having trouble keeping up to her drinking binge. Yet drink he did... and he felt woobly soon too. Good thing his shyness was something of the past. Here he was, talking to the cutest girl in the party... talking about her room...

He gulped down his own drink as he heard her commentary. "You mean... sure." He smiled at her knowingly, nudging her softly. "We can arrange that. Take that bottle there... two cups... and I'll bring the camera. Let's make art." He chuckled, as he lead her, this time down to the rooms.
 
"Art huh?" she said with a buzzed little smile, "I like the sound of that." Grabbing the bottle and cups as he asked her two, they both slipped passed the still partying guests and went below deck to the cabins. She opened her door and turned to him, "I'll leave the door open for you. Lock it when you come back."

Knowing she didn't have a lot of time before he was gonna be back, she tried to set things up to set the mood sort of. God it had been awhile since she had had sex last and though she had not considered her the kind of girl to have a fling while on vacation, the idea was more appealing after so many drinks. Rushing to make her bed even though she knew it would just get all messy again, she wanted to at least make a good impression for him. If she played it right, they could sleep together a few times before this trip was over.
 
He also wanted to give off a good impression. He put a box of condoms into his pocket. He quickly went over his stuff, reaching for the deodorant spray. He spayed his body, also letting a small splash into his pants. Brrrrr, it felt cold! But now he smelt like a man. He grinned as he finally picked up the camera, and exited his room. Just before stepping into hers, he lowered his trunks a bit more. He was shaved, so his exposed groin was clean and hairless as the rest of his fit body.

He greeted her with a warm smile. "Well, wow. Now this is a nice crib." He closed the door behind him. He snapped a picture at her. He approached the bed, sitting next to her. Well... Why don't we just drink and take a few more photos... fun and wild?"
 
She smiled as he entered, striking a little pose as he flashed a picture when he entered her cabin. "That sounds like a plan," was her reply as she moved to go and poor the two of them each a cup of the hard liquor she had grabbed for them to partake of in private. After each cup was full she returned to the bed, sitting close to him on the edge as she handed him a cup. "I can trust you can't I? A girl wouldn't what her reputation ruined with racy pictures of her plastered all over the internet. I hope you plan to keep they pictures for your.... own private use?"
 
He smirked at her mischievously. He said nothing yet. Instead he took another good drink from his glass. Leaving the glass on the ground, he gestured her to hold her glass in a sexy manner, as he knelt below her, taking a sexy shot from that position. He just instructed her wordlessly, taking her arms in his hands and arranging them so she'd pump up her own breasts, or kinda cover her mouth in a naive, pin-up style shot.

"Gorgeous." He left the camera on the nearby table, pointing directly at the bed. He had programmed it to snap a picture every 10 seconds or so. He crawled to her side on the bed, snuggled her from behind, and licked her nape. "Look at the camera... and smile. This pictures are indeed for OUR own private use."
 
She didn't realize at first that it was going to take pictures more then once and so she posed first for one and then it flashed. Thinking that was it, she turned herself to smile and giggle at him, running her hands over his arms and down then to his chest, "Mmmmm I hope I'm not being to forward. Well, actually I KNOW I'm being to forward but... I am so hot and horny right now Johnny." Her voice had started to get almost desperate towards the end before her lips reached up and devoured his lips with own, going straight past kissing right to making out with him. And then, a moment later, FLASH! Another picture was taken and it caught her off guard. It took her attention back to it. Smirking at the lens before she turned and smirked at him, "We could put together a little sex slide show later on..."
 
He kissed her hard, nibbling on her lips, savouring her exquisite mouth and taste. He had almost forgotten about the camera. "Ah, yeah... you can count on that babe." He traced her neck down with little nibbles and bites. One of his hands slid gingerly into her bra, lodging itself around her generous breast. He still had no idea what he'd do with the pics, but surely, something hot. Maybe he'd show off to his friends later... or, well. Use them to have a shared past with this sexual bomb. And a shared past always led to more encounters.... Although he shoved the idea of "using the pictures" to the back of his mind, something had just started to cook in his little dirty unconscious...

He pushed her bra up, exposing her perfectly round tits to the world. "Oh hello there." He bent over, lapping softly at her nipples, cupping and massaging them in long-winded circles.
 
Ivy laughed lightly as he gave his greeting to her big, round, boobs. Shaking her chest first in reply before replying even more vocally with a moan of pleasure. "Oooohhh," she rolled her head back and savored the moment of pleasure before she reached her hands behind her to untie the bikini bra, throwing the discarded piece of fabric away. Tugging at him a little, she pulled her with him as they laid themselves out on the bed. She on her back, him kneeling over her. But before she could let it go any further, she whispered, "So... I must know... did you bring a condom?" She smirked, "Did you think you'd get lucky? Well, did ya?" Didn't matter if he did or didn't... cus she had them in her drawer as well.
 
He lay over, supporting his weight with his arms, positioned at both sides of her. He smiled playfully. "Well... let's see." He introduced his hand on the wrong pocket, twisting his lip, rolling his eyes away in apparent disgust. "Oh damn... I'll guess we'll do it without protection... And you'll get a nice memento from tonight!" He reached for his other pocket then, extracting the box he had taken before. He gave her a teasing look, opening his mouth in surprise. "Oh... it seems you got lucky..." He lowered down to her body, kissing her on her cleavage with a broad smile.

He noticed his pants were just starting to become... uncomfortable. Johnny looked at her in the eye. "Care to help..?
 
She only laughed at his little trick of pretending he didn't have one. She was able to tell just from the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice as he reached into the first pocket. She just knew he had one. Good. He had the same plans as her then.

Glancing down at his pants as he brought the attention to his current state, she smirked and let her hands reach down for those swim trunks of his. But her eyes still meet his, smiling into his own face as her hands tugged and pulled his trunks until they slipped away. She worked them the rest of the way down his legs with her own, rubbing their legs together, pushing the fabric away until they were gone all together. "Better?"
 
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