Author's note: This one's a little less dark than the last two. I guess we're too close to the holidays to be depressed. As usual I'd like to thank all of you for taking your valuable time reading this story. I'd also like to thank Mikothebaby for editing it. Originally we were going to use the names of the crew on the love boat TV series. We didn't because we figured that if we did, like our Transformers story, it would end up getting posted in celebrities and no one would see it.
Even as I pulled into the long term parking structure near the dock, my mind wandered. Why the fuck was I going on a God damned cruise? I hated boats. Well it wasn't actually hate it was more a healthy dislike. Okay, we're friends of a sort. I mean I'm telling you my story and you're listening to it, so I can be honest. I'm fucking scared of being out in the ocean. No matter how big the boat is, I'm afraid. In fact if I had to be out in the ocean, I'd rather be in a small boat. There's actually less chance of you drowning in a small boat. You're closer to the water. Since you're going to end up in the water any way, it makes more sense to be closer to it.
Maybe it's all of those fucking boat movies too. Have you ever noticed that every fucking movie about a boat ends up with or begins with the boat sinking? Think about it, the Poseidon Adventure, Gilligan's Island and especially Titanic, in every one of them the fucking boat sinks.
So here I was on what should have been the happiest day of my life so far. Today I married the dream girl. We're only 2 hours into our marriage and here I was about to get on a fucking boat. The whole idea just filled me with dread. The thrumming of my Mustang's extremely powerful engine was the only calming influence on me. As I looked out of the parking structure's windows all I could see was the boat.
Jeezus, that thing was huge. I'd been reading the specs on this thing since we'd booked our honeymoon on it. The numbers simply didn't do it justice. This thing was a floating city. I mean I knew it was big, but this thing was fucking BIG!
When you read things like 1,181 feet long, you think, okay it's long. But let's put this in real world terms. This boat is almost as long as four football fields placed end to end. It was very close to being a quarter of a mile long. So this fucking boat is longer than the street you live on.
It weighs 225,000 tons roughly. Okay folks do the math, that's about 450 million pounds. I have no words for that. All I can think about that is that it would hurt like hell if somebody dropped this boat on your foot. I don't think the incredible Hulk could pick this boat up without getting a hernia.
This boat is 272 feet tall at its highest point so even if you jumped off of it in a storm wearing your life jacket or not, you'd be fucking dead as disco hitting the water at that speed. I do not want to get on this fucking boat. I know for a fact that my life will never be the same. So why am I doing it?
I'm doing it for the same reasons that all men do anything. Yep, there's a woman involved. In my case it's Danielle Mason, aka Danni. She's my ex fiancé and current wife. Danni is beautiful, there's no other way to describe her. She's tall with long blonde hair and giant green eyes. She worked for one of my friends as a secretary and I fell for her hard from the first time I met her.
My name is Caleb Storm. Hey, it really isn't my fault. My mother was extremely religious. Unfortunately she died when I was very young. I never had the chance to even get to know her. I do know that it may have been a good thing because I gave up on church almost immediately. Neither my father nor either set of my grandparents could ever convince me to go.
Anyway, back to the present. Danni and I got our bags from the taxi that had followed us from the hotel where we'd slipped out during our reception. There was no way all of those bags would fit in my Mustang's trunk. Well mine would, like most guys I travel light. But Danni seemed to have packed a fucking beauty shop into all of her suitcases. She pulled out her blackberry and texted her best friend Emma, who was also going on the cruise. And yes, I paid for Emma to come too.
The two of them had been roommates until now. And Emma had also just broken up with her latest boyfriend. It had been an emotional double whammy for poor Emma so Danni thought she should come with us. After all, it was only going to be the two of us from now on. So why not have one last adventure with old Emma, to put a cap on their time together? She acted like she and Emma would no longer be friends after this. I didn't understand it myself.
Danni tried to explain it to me by telling me that since we were married now, she couldn't hang out with people like Emma. She had to hang out with people like us.
Oh shit, I forgot to tell you, I'm kind of rich. Well, I'm not really rich, but my family is. I went to great schools, majored in finance and got a job as an investment banker. I have a pretty decent salary and I'm frugal, but I don't mind splurging occasionally. So I guess in Danni's mind, WE have to hang out with a certain kind of people and Emma no longer fits the bill.
I'm hoping she gets over that kind of thinking soon, but I married her so I'll let her play "queen for a day," until she gets it out of her system.
Emma was still at our reception, it turns out. She'd be here before the ship left in an hour. I wanted to get here early so I could spend some time getting used to being on the thing before it started moving.
This boat has 16 passenger decks. There are bars, dance clubs, shops, a casino, a gym and even a running track. It's like a floating city.
We checked in, with Danni holding onto my arm the entire way. She was so beautiful. Our cabin was also beautiful. It had a bed with a lace canopy that hung from the ceiling. Danni ran all over the room checking things out. I sat on the edge of the bed and just watched her. Her joy and enthusiasm made me feel great to be able to share this with her.
Suddenly, without looking at me, she dove for the bed, bowling me over. She showered me with kisses and told me she loved me several times. Before I realized it her skirt was on the floor and she was tugging my pants down. She began the consummation with the best blowjob I'd ever had. It made even her previous efforts pale in comparison.
As I looked at Danni sitting there between my legs licking my dick like it was the best tasting ice cream cone she'd ever had, I felt funny. I don't know how to explain it exactly but it was like emptiness. My dad and my grandfathers on both sides always told me that when you find the right person, you'll know it. Danni and I had been together for nearly a year and I guess I was comfortable with her and I wanted to marry her, but I hadn't felt any of that shit.
She looked at me puzzled. "What's wrong Cal?" she asked. Without realizing it, I'd simply zoned out and lost my erection while she was sucking it.
"Sorry sweetheart," I said. "I just noticed that the boat is moving.
"Oh shit," she said. "I have to text Emma and make sure she got on board. Damn it, I wanted to take some pictures of us leaving the dock. See what you did. You dragged me down here to seduce my virtue away."
"Uhm, Danni," I said. "We didn't actually do anything yet."
"But wait until you see what I'm going to do to you later," she smirked. "And what we're gonna do for the rest of your life. But right now I really need to go on deck and see what it's like. I've never been on a ship before. I'm so excited."
Like a whirlwind she dressed and grabbed her camera. "Come on, Honey," she whined. I pulled my pants up and followed her. As we walked towards the deck, I retreated back into my thoughts.
I knew that I liked Danni. She was very attractive. She had all of the things that men like in a woman superficially. She had big boobs, although she hadn't been born with them. You know what I mean. No woman is born with huge boobs. Some grow them, others buy them. Danni's were the second kind. It didn't bother me and she was honest about it. She'd also had her nose fixed. She had collagen in her lips. She'd had her tummy tucked once and I believe her hair was enhanced too. Her hair had been colored and she had extensions.
Danni called it evening things out. In her explanation, if I didn't mind her getting rid of all of her hair down below, then I shouldn't mind her adding some on top.
She was also extremely sexual. I had never needed to drag Danni to bed. I never needed to work very hard to convince her either. All she needed was a hint and her panties hit the floor. In some cases it didn't matter where we were or what we were doing.
All of my friends thought that Danni was the most beautiful thing they'd ever seen and that I'd be a fool to let her go. As I said, I really liked her. Maybe the whole magic thing was a fairy tale. After all, I'd been in relationships before and I'd never felt anything then either. And I did like Danni more than anyone else I'd ever dated.
So I followed her out onto the main deck. We got a place against the rail and watched as the shoreline slowly receded in the distance. I was okay as long as I didn't look down. God damn it was a long way down. And there was also a lot of fucking water between me and land. I felt just a bit sick to my stomach. I'd barely gotten control of myself when I realized that Danni was talking to me.
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