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The best experience he had kept buried inside for so long happened on the summer cruise where he and his mom had gotten on a plane to Miami on Thursday evening and a boat on Friday morning. They visited five different islands in the Caribbean for a week and in that time, he never imagined anything exciting would happen before they would fly home in three days-until he saw her across from the pool getting ice cream-pink swimsuit and white hat had his eyes gravitating to her.
Beau Wassermann had been spending time with the girl from the pool, Elaine Bray. for about a week now, and they had both shared in their escape from maternal bullshit, but even after their freaky first meeting (thanks to a random drowned dead guy) they finally concluded in their unspoken moments that they really wanted to go further-to be more adult before they’d leave the ship and each other’s company maybe forever.
On a balmy afternoon the ship arrived at Puerto Rico and they were all supposed to get on a ferry for a tour to last the whole day. But Elaine, outspoken and defiant, had met Beau at the room the bookish 15-year-old was sharing with his fiery-haired mother, and they were going to head to the ferry together.
Dark-brown eyed Elaine grinned at him, her long brunette hair flowing in the breeze after Beau suddenly kissed her and she hopped onto the bed on the left in his cabin, where he had been sleeping often with his mother close by, and said to the frozen boy:
"You wanna join me right here? I bet it can fit us both."
Fuck, if she could be brave, he could too, so Beau collected his nerve and climbed up to her left. Running a hand through his short wavy dark hair they kissed again, but this time it got a lot more fervent. They made out until they lost track of time, and then we heard the startling horn of the ferry blowing loudly.
"Nobody probably cared that we weren't there," Beau said to her with a tickled smile despite his jittery nerves.
"Nobody’s got a reason to come down here," she said running a hand up and down his torso and leg. "So we can be all alone until our moms are ready for a fresh round of rants."
"I’d be cool with… making out with you sounds kind of deep, but I’ll try to be brave for you," Beau replied eager and hopeful while his gnawing fear nearly made him smack himself outright.
Elaine looked him in those pure blue eyes, chuckled, and said: "Judging by what I feel against me, you might not be as scared as you think."
Of course, that got the blushing boy harder since Beau wasn't used to girls from home admitting they noticed these “attributes” about him. They slowly continued to tongue- wrestling and Beau tentatively started feeling her boobs through her white, red-dotted short-sleeved blouse and she slid her hand to hold his iron-hard erection, he shuddered on her fingers caging it in.
After two minutes, Beau cautiously drew his hand under her brown skirt and started moving up her right leg. His toes curled when he reached her panties, she broke off the kiss and asked with conviction: "You want to do it, right? To the end?"
"Oh um uh, yeah. But… we can't. I don't have any protection with me." He almost turned away from her, not even want to imagine how his mom would react if he had brought some on the cruise.
"Beau, YES, we can. My psycho bitch mom has me on the pill, one of the few things I really thank her for- so I’m gonna be safe from getting screwed. This is the best chance we'll ever have if we ever get another, and Beau Wassermann-I really want you."
Their gazes far more lingering than the day they met from afar- they undressed each other, taking time with each new smooth layer of virgin skin. Licking his lips, Beau did a lot more with her boobs than he ever had previously, because of the time and few clothes in the way. His shaky fingers worked the outside of her cunt until her hips started to quiver. Mind nearly blank when he got over her and her slim legs were spread wide for him, Beau leaned over like a hypnotized devotee to kiss her small yet warm lips with the aching head of his erection lined up and just ready to sink into the depths.
"I won’t be mad if you break me," she whispered cupping his face in her hands. "We’re both virgins but I’m not a fucking nun."
Spiritedly Beau kissed her, and with a slight pressure, a nudging pop, and a hissy groan, they weren't kids anymore. Realizing he’ll have to accept that having her, cementing in his body and mind that he was her first and she his-made it harder to not ram it in without mercy. Teeth gritted, the boy drove into her and made her burst a couple of times, and then she cried his name when she felt the milky fondue of his cum flow into her.
They slept for half an hour, and Beau surprised himself making love to her two more that afternoon. None of the crew or other passengers ever noticed that they vanished, but some of the other seemingly did, and Elaine dreaded possibly bearing her soul and telling her mother what they did that afternoon and the lies other wagging tongues on the ship would spread. Some of the fellow passengers congratulated him with knowing grins for finding a way to pluck her, but Beau had not planned to become a man before it nearly crashed down on him like the horrific yells Elaine’s mom would make.
Elaine and Beau had been meeting up at every given chance, and spending it lewdly for most of it, but they both wanted more, and even though their mothers puritanical insane morals hung over them as a guillotine, they were determined to do it or be damned so.
They were both on the top deck one night near the buffet table, visiting the Virgin islands as their unending summer cruise was homeward bound. Beau thought spending all that time with her would be a dream, but honestly, he almost couldn't take it-both with his mother’s psychic-like insight and the infrequent hard-ons that plagued him nightly after they went to bed.
Mind lost in the stars glimmering above him, Beau wasn’t sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Elaine, but he decided not long after he met her that she was the person that he was going to give his virginity to when the time would come, even if he had to save it for here. From the possessively uplifting way she kissed him, and later from the way her graceful but bold hands made him orgasm, Beau smiled to himself as he was sure that she would be amazing in bed. She’d be his Lady Liberty from the clamoring hands desperate to keep him in the creepy zone he felt, smelled, and heard around him-except with Elaine.
Beau wanted to have her undress him and touch him all over. He hummed as he wanted to have her part his legs, grab his dick, and guide his thick canoe into her cave and devour his manhood. Palming his jean-covered crotch, he uttered a garbled Hebrew prayer brazenly to thrust as deep into the strong-willed girl as any man ever could to a woman. If it could be done without knocking her up or suffering the same fate as his father, Beau craved to feel his cum launch into her deeper yet wanted to drink in her moans.
The trouble with the cruise was that being around his half the time made him want Elaine all the time and more desperately than ever. Even soft caresses from his mother’s hand were delightfully dreadful as he kept repeating the confident girl’s name in his head.
His erections have become regular yet awkwardly unsettling affair since Beau turned twelve, thus he knew that on this night of the cruise one would strike, so those last few days were full of ship activities and rousing dinners, but tonight he would be totally loaded only to go limp. It was Friday, no different than most of the other days, they were scheduled for a round tour of a new island, and Beau had an idea in mind even if he nearly pissed himself thinking about it.
Late that morning after breakfast, he met Elaine at the cabin she shared with her madcap mother. They were supposed to go together to the ferry to York Island, but Beau slipped into the large bed she slept in after her mother had left and edgily asked her to join him. A proud smile sowed on her face as she did, as he had hoped and sighed in relief.
They kissed feverishly, then their tongues went wild. It then struck Beau that if somebody noticed they were missing and came to find them, he would hear them (hopefully no their mothers) coming, throw their clothes back on, and say they got sidetracked taking photos. If they didn’t, they were in the clear and he was in the most wonderful place a boy-soon to be a man-can be.
Lying in the bed with her beside him, Beau had trouble not asking her to strip him naked and subdue him in a heartbeat, but the usually reluctant wallflower managed. After a half hour, they heard the ferry depart.
Tenderly and slowly they read each other bodies, but when her hand got to his white briefs, Beau gulped before asking her if she wanted to take him all the way to her secret treasure. What he privately had wanted the stubborn beauty to do in foreplay and undressing and what she did were like dual waves colliding, or in this case intrigued hands and lips moving everywhere and in all the unmentionable spots stirring with each touch.
Beau had told her with absentminded bravado that they didn’t need any condoms between them, and when she felt the weight of his shapely body on hers and the heat of his fattened erection aimed to cut into her, he asked her this to be nice (though he’d no doubt she would) to make her more endearing by reminding Elaine that he was a virgin-yet wanted to know life’s joy lest they pass him by.
For only three heavenly seconds more, thanks to Elaine. Beau felt her cervix and internal bars break as felt his cock move in and out until he pushed the button and spread her out wide from within. Moaning in elated shock, Beau came spurt after spurt and cried out when he felt her own slick juices seep out.
Languidly they dozed while holding hands, but Beau had his legs around her, firing syrupy loads like a hose gone haywire, delivering two more before their mothers and the ships housekeepers were due to came back.
Some of the other crew members had noticed they were absent, but decided not to say anything. Beau knew his mom would in any case have pestered and quizzed him about how far Elaine and him had gone, but with his now relaxed and safe expression, they knew when a child was no longer innocent.
When he arrived home, Beau told two of his only friends, Kyle and Andrew, the awesome details, beat by beat, and how he had set it into motion. The last chapter in their story was all over once they parted glances at the terminal, though he hoped without the sinful sensation of how it felt when Elaine dominated him.
His expected wet dream came that very night, as he prayed for...