Mike gritted his teeth, surprised at his own frustration.
It feels like all the shit Danica gave me, except genuine.
He took a long swig from his beer and then slipped off his bar stool and moved one closer to the girl.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Astrud.”
“Okay then, Astrud.” Mike smiled. “I’m Mike. What will it take for you to believe that I’m telling the truth?”
Astrud smiled slightly, took a large sip of her drink, and then giggled.
“Well, there is one way you could prove it to me,” she whispered.
“How?”
“Oh… you know.” Astrud was smiling, as though she found his defensiveness to be the funniest thing in the world.
“No, I don’t know,” said Mike. “Come on, tell me.”
Astrud looked around the room for a moment. She twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers, and then leaned in close to Mike.
“There’s a unisex bathroom in the back of the bar. Marissa’s in the back room, and wouldn’t see us go in.” She winked at him. “If you can show it to me, I’ll believe you.”
Mike stood up from his stool and reached his hand out for Astrud’s. She gave it to him. Her face was soft and round. She was a small woman, and her body had a bit of curve to it, just enough to make her hips and butt catch the eye.
He brought her over to the bathroom and opened the door. Astrud giggled as she slipped inside. Mike’s cock was rock hard, and it caught him a little off-guard.
“Alright,” he said closing the door and locking it. “Are you ready?”
Astrud nodded. Mike wasn’t sure what she was expecting. He reached down to his waistband and slid down his already visibly tented shorts and boxer briefs.
“Wow!” Astrud crouched down on the clean bathroom floor and stared at Mike’s hard cock. “It almost looks like the real thing.”
Mike rolled his eyes.
“It is the real thing!” he said, forcefully. “Go ahead. Touch it, see for yourself.”
Astrud blushed and put a hand over her mouth.
“Hey, don’t get any ideas,” she said. “I have a boyfriend back home!”
“Well, if my dick isn’t real…” Mike smiled. “Then there’s nothing wrong with you touching it, is there?”
He met eyes with Astrud and saw a glimmer of mischief in them. He wondered if it was a reflection of his own expression.
Slowly and gingerly, she reached her hand out and let her fingers wrap around Mike’s cock. He groaned, feeling pleasure explode into his body from the soft, sweet touch.
She’s really touching it.
“It feels hard,” whispered Astrud. “And… really warm.”
She ran her thumb across the tip of Mike’s penis and squealed, pulling her hand back as it made contact with a pearl of precum.
“Keep going,” said Mike.
“I can’t.” Astrud looked up at him. The gleam of mischief was still in her eyes, but she was blushing now.
“You said you wanted proof.” Mike took her hand and pulled it back onto his cock. “You still haven’t gotten it yet.”
Astrud was on her knees before him. Her touch excited Mike, but there was also something about the dynamic of the situation that made his heart race with emotion.
This is exactly what I’m on this cruise for. Not to spend my time being mocked by Danica.
“…Just for a second, I guess,” said Astrud. She ran her hand up and down Mike’s shaft, slowly increasing her pace.
Mike’s cock was pulsing with pleasure. It felt incredible, unlike anything he’d experienced before. He could see Astrud’s pretty face and a hint of her cleavage. Having such a pretty girl rubbing his cock, even in an exploratory manner, was intoxicating.
“Yeah, there we go,” said Mike.
“You have to tell me before you…” Astrud looked embarrassed, both with what she was doing and with what she had to say. “Well, you know.”
“Before what, Astrud?” Mike pushed his hips forward slightly, bringing his dick within an inch of the girl’s cheek.
“I’m not going to make you cum, Mike,” said Astrud. “That wouldn’t be okay.”
Then why are you stroking my cock like that?
Mike smiled. He pushed his dick forward again, and this time it rubbed across the corner of Astrud’s mouth. She let out a frustrating exhale and glared up at him, her breath hot on his cock.
“Oh, yeah,” whispered Mike. “Just a bit faster.”
Astrud glared at him, but obliged. She moved her other hand to the base of Mike’s cock and began stroking him off faster. Mike’s breathing was out of control, and bliss coursed through his body, starting in his crotch.
Astrud worked his dick as though she was softly kneading bread, or shaping clay. She looked a little angry, but also intrigued. Her face was beautiful, and her unassuming lips looked gorgeous and magical to Mike at the moment.
“Kiss it,” he said.
“No!” Astrud shook her head, though the expression on her face wasn’t entirely dismissive.
“You wanted to know if it was real,” said Mike. “This is the best way for you to find out.”
Astrud still glared at him, but she licked her lips as though unconsciously accepting his reasoning. Mike set a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in closer, and closer.
The head of his cock pushed against her lips. Mike groaned and felt something soft and wet poke out to meet the sensitive tip of his member.
Astrud continued stroking him off, and just as Mike had told her, she began to kiss the head of it, rubbing her soft lips across his cock. She let the tip of it into her mouth and sucked, as though she was slowly working a lollipop across her lips and tongue.
“Oh, fuck…” groaned Mike, as he reached his limit. Astrud pulled back a second too late.
His cock exploded, spraying cum onto what was directly in front of it. Strand after strand of seed splashed onto Astrud’s shocked face. Her mouth hung open in surprise, and one of the blasts of cum struck her lower lip and tongue.
“You… jerk.” Astrud slowly stood to her feet, shaking her head. “Oh my god…”
“Well,” said Mike. “Now you know that it’s real.”
Astrud punched him on the arm and stomped over to the door.
“I have a boyfriend!” She opened the door and almost ran direct into Marissa, the bartender, who stood right outside. Mike pulled up his shorts as quickly as he could and left the bathroom, smiling through the embarassment of getting caught.
CHAPTER 6
Mike walked out of the bar and onto the main deck, still shaken up by the experience. The situation had spiraled out of control and into something that he hadn’t been expecting.
She said she had a boyfriend. Am I ‘that guy’, now?
It was dark and the stars were out overhead. Mike walked over to the railing and leaned against it. The cruise ship was far enough into the ocean for land to be totally out of sight, though, in the darkness, it didn’t make any difference.
Mike found the sound of the waves to be soothing. It had been a strange day. The cruise ship was a world of his own, and he was still in the process of discovering his own role within it all.
His stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten anything since he and his mom had made their last pit stop on the way to the docks. Mike decided to go looking for food, remembering all of the different restaurants his mom had told him about on the drive out, each with a different theme and ethnic cooking style.
There were a couple of passengers still out on the deck, but not as many as he’d seen earlier in the night. Mike figured that most of them had probably retired to their rooms. There was something that had been nagging him since the start of the cruise, a question that he still didn’t have the answer to.
Why would a company run a cruise that’s women only?
He’d been under the impression that most people who went on travel cruises were looking for a
vacation with their significant other. It made so much more sense that way. A couple on a cruise would have a chance to see new coastal cities without the hassle of plane tickets or long episodes of driving. And all their needs would be tended to with cabin cleaning, room service, nightly entertainment.
Maybe some women want all that without the hassle of it having to be romantic. So what am I doing here, again?
Mike thought back to what his mom had said about wanting to spend time with him. They already spent a good amount of time together, or at least he thought they did. Mike’s dad was busy with work and rarely around the house. He and his mother had plenty of chances to bond and enjoy each other’s company without needing a cruise ship vacation.
His thoughts turned to eating as he passed by an open entranceway on the first deck with delicious smells wafting out of it. Mike’s legs moved to carry him inside before he’d even consciously made the decision.
He walked into a tiny restaurant in the style of a fifties burger joint. The floor was checkered black and white tile. An old school ceiling fan slowly whirled about above him, and a soda fountain jutted out from the wall to the left.
“Welcome to Carla’s Burger Joint!” A peppy looking redheaded girl in her mid twenties turned and smiled at him. “I’m Andrea, and I’ll be your… hostess.”
Her mouth dropped open as she looked at Mike. She was classically cute, with a face peppered with freckles. Her hair was red with mild curls that made it look like it was constantly aflame. She was wearing a blue blouse that outlined her medium sized breasts, with a miniature apron over it.
“Thanks,” said Mike. “I could go for a burger and fries. Do I have to pay, or is it covered by the cost of the ticket?”
Andrea just gawked at him. Mike wasn’t surprised by her reaction, but he was a bit sick of being treated as a carnival curiosity wherever he went. Instead of waiting for her to regain her composure, he leaned in closer and poked a finger into her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Fine!” Andrea shook her head and cleared her throat. “Here, let me show you to your booth.”
She led him over to a small table with a blue vinyl bench on either side. Mike sat down and leaned back, watching her as she watched him.
“Yes, I am a guy,” said Mike. “There was a ticket mixup. My name’s Mike.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” said Andrea. “I didn’t mean to stare, I just…”
She stared at him for a couple of seconds longer.
“Listen, why don’t you get my food, and then join me for dinner,” said Mike. “I’m hungry right now. That’s priority number one. But I could use some company, too.”
Andrea smiled broadly. She nodded to him, leaning her body forward almost as though she was bowing, and then turned around and hurried off into the kitchen.
“I’ll be right back!” she said. “Your food won’t take long.”
Ten minutes later, she was back with a tray filled with fries, two hamburgers, and two milkshakes. She set it down on the table and then looked at Mike expectantly. He smiled at her.
“Would you like to join me for dinner, Andrea?”
“Uhm… if you don’t mind.” She nodded to him again, and then carefully smoothed out her old school skirt as she sat down in the booth across from him.
She seems nervous. What’s there to be nervous about?
Mike grabbed a few french fries and began absent-mindedly munching on them. He was hungry, and beyond ready to mow down on the fast food.
“This looks delicious,” he said. “Thanks.”
“Oh, no problem.” Andrea smiled at him. She gingerly took a few fries at her own and began eating them with small, cute bites.
Mike grabbed his burger and dug into it. Andrea was watching him carefully, and it made him feel a bit awkward. He chewed a large bite slowly, swallowed, and then forced himself to deal with her.
“Are you not used to seeing guys on the ship?” he asked. “I know this cruise is supposed to be women only, but surely there must be times when you have mixed passengers.”
Andrea sat upright in her seat.
“Um, actually… this ship only carries women,” she said. “That’s one of the founding tenants of Goddess Cruise Line’s operating policy.”
“That’s… unusual,” said Mike. “Isn’t it?”
Andrea didn’t say anything for a moment. She watched him eating his food and took slow, heaving breaths that emphasized her chest, pushing it out for Mike to see more clearly.
“Many of the employees come from cultures where men and women are usually, well, separated from each other.” She met Mike’s eye and twirled a finger through her hair. “This was the only job that my parents would let me work that would also let me travel and see the world.”
“So you’ve never, uh…” Mike stopped himself in mid sentence, realizing that he’d been on the verge of asking her whether or not she was a virgin. “I mean, was your family hyper religious, or something?”
“Yes,” said Andrea. “I am too. Though when I’m on the ship, I tend to get a bit lazy in my practice.”
She laughed nervously and Mike laughed, too.
She sat down to eat dinner with me. And she hasn’t taken her eyes off me since I came in.
He finished the last few bites of his burger, and then caught a glimpse of the clock hanging on the wall in the back of the room. It was past 10.
“Shoot, I’ve got to go.” Mike stood up from the booth in a hurry. Andrea stood up, too, and he almost bumped into her as he tried to walk forward. Her body language was open, almost inviting, and he stood close enough to her to feel the warmth emanating from her body, matching the heat of her red hair.
“You should stop by again tomorrow,” said Andrea. “If you get hungry, I mean.”
“I might just do that,” said Mike.
He left through the front door and hurried back toward the stairs leading to the ship’s second level.
CHAPTER 7
Even after finding the hallway that led back to the second level cabins, Mike was lost. He walked along anxiously, scanning over the numbers outside each door and desperately trying to remember which one he and his mom had been assigned.
It was in the two hundreds, obviously. But what was it?
He paused in front of room 212, and fumbled in his pocket for the keycard his mom had given him. He slid it through the card reader and saw a tiny green LED flash from the mechanism, along with the sound of the door unlocking.
Laura was sitting on the bed holding a glass of wine in her hand, and her legs crossed. She was wearing a small nightgown, whitish silver and thin enough to cling to her gorgeous body without leaving much to the imagination. It dipped down low in the front, exposing a bit of cleavage, and only hung low enough to cover to her mid thighs.
“Mike,” she said. “It’s past ten.”
Mike shut the door and tried not to ogle his mom as he fumbled with his excuse.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he said. “I walked around for a little bit, got some food. I didn’t realize what time it was.”
His mom slowly stood up from the bed and walked over to him. Mike could tell his was about to be put on verbal blast. Laura’s face was skeptical and serious, and even in the tiny, seductive nightgown and bare feet, she still managed to look imposing. She moved in close to Mike, bringing her face in near enough to kiss him.
“Is that beer that I smell on your breath?”
Fuck!
“Mom, hold on!” Mike lifted his hands defensively. “Let me just-“
“You found somewhere on the cruise that would serve you alcohol, as an 18 year old?” Laura glared at him. She stepped forward even further, her breasts brushing across his chest. “Are you serious, Mike?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “You don’t understand, mom. I just kind of… ended up in a bar.”
Laura turned away from him and slowly walked back over to the bed. Her butt swayed from side to side with every step,
and the hem of the nightgown threatened to ride up and expose an illicit view to Mike.
He saw the glass of wine again, sitting on the nightstand, and decided to bring it up.
“You were drinking tonight, too,” he said.
“I’m an adult, Mike.” Laura’s voice was serious and disapproving.
That’s what it keeps coming back to, the reason why she thought she could bring me along in the first place.
“Mom, I’m not a kid anymore.” He tried to keep his voice neutral, and matter of fact. “I might not technically be of legal drinking age, but you don’t have to baby me.”
“Your behavior tonight is making me think that maybe I do,” said Laura, frowning at him. “Something could have happened. You could have ended up in a very bad situation.”
Mike thought of what had happened with Astrud, and with Andrea after that. He held his tongue. The last thing his mom needed to hear was a recount of his adventures with the opposite sex.
“Alright, I’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “I won’t do it again.”
“Is that the truth, or are you just telling me what I want to hear?”
Mike wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He’d already considered dropping into the bar again, or another one like it. There was a world of possibility waiting for him on the ship, and as the only man around, he was the only one that could take advantage of it.
“That’s what I thought,” said Laura. “Get ready for bed, honey. I’m going to be keeping a closer eye on you tomorrow.”
“Mom, nothing bad happened.” Mike sat down next to her on the bed and took one of her hands into his. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m really happy that you brought me with you, and I’m looking forward to spending time with you, but you have to let me make my own choices, too.”
His mother watched him carefully. She was gorgeous, and Mike had to work to keep his eyes from being drawn to her perfect breasts and naked thighs. He wanted to be there for her as a son, but also have her respect as a grown up, as a man.
“I love you, sweetie.” Laura leaned in slowly and planted a hot, wet kiss on his cheek. Mike’s cock throbbed in his pants, and shame flushed across his chest.
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