Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2020 13:16:11 -0500
From: drmoocow@gmail.com
Subject: Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter One

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Author's note: This is a rework of a story that I wrote in 2013 that I
liked the premise of, but wasn't happy with the execution. There's a fair
bit of new content in it, some of it has been reordered, some expanded, and
some removed. If you read it before, I hope you'll consider having another
go; if this is your first time, please enjoy!



SEVEN DAYS OF PLEASURE

Chapter 1 The Day Before Embarkation Day


Jon Mullins was practically quivering with excitement.

It was Friday, school was just wrapping up for the day, and in a few short
hours, he'd be escaping the shitty weather from his home just outside
Baltimore down to Florida, where he'd be boarding a ship for his first
cruise ever. He wasn't 100% sure what to expect, but it would damn sure be
better than algebra and snow, his current two bitter enemies.

"Out of the way, fatso!" he heard someone bellow from behind
him. Instictively, he dove for the side of the hallway, out of the path of
several members of the football team, to derisive laughter. He wasn't THAT
fat, he often told himself - just big boned - that's what his mother kept
telling him, anyway. Either way, it was enough to make him a target of the
school's athletes and a fair number of other students, which could make
school life somewhat miserable for him at times. Life as a fluffy kid
wasn't exactly a treat, but there were others that had it worse. He mostly
tried to fly under the radar, and mostly, it worked. He didn't really have
a lot of friends, so he mostly kept to himself; really, there was only
Michael that he was friendly with. His parents worried about him, as
parents are wont to do, but tried to give him the space that he said he
wanted. Truth be told, he was lonely, but didn't know how to express it.

After dumping most of his books in his locker, packing up his fucking
algebra homework and bundling up for the cold, Jon made his way out to the
bus stop, where Michael was waiting for him. After the usual greetings,
Michael asked, "So, are you excited for your cruise?" as if that wasn't all
that Jon could talk about for the past few weeks.

"Just a liiiiiittle," he responded with a smile. "If nothing else, it'll be
nice not needing a coat just to, y'know, exist. I fucking hate this
weather."

"I hear you," Michael replied, his breath steaming in the crisp air. "Not
to mention it gets dark at like 5:00 now. It's dark when we go to school,
it's dark not long after we get out..." he trailed off as the bus
arrived. "Finally, some warmth..."

Boarding the bus, Michael pulled out his pass to show the driver and
promptly dropped it on the floor. As he bent over, his jacket and shirt
rode high and Jon was greeted by his friend's ass cheeks peeking out over
the top of his jeans. Jon found himself wondering what it would like to be
a "normal" size and have a skinny ass like his friend, to his
surprise. He'd never thought of Michael that way, but...

"Don't get any ideas, perv," Michael said as he caught Jon looking at his
behind. He smiled and gently punched Jon in the arm. Jon simply blushed and
smiled as they walked to find a seat.

As usual, the bus driver had a lead foot and they were practically thrown
into seats at the back at the bus. "Oh!" Michael exclaimed as he opened his
backpack and started pawing through it. "I got you this." After a moment of
rummaging, he pulled out a card and handed it to Jon. "Since you'll be gone
for your birthday, I'll give this to you now."

Jon eagerly opened the card. It was one of those ones for children that had
a button that said "I'm 5 today!", to which Michael had written in a 1
before with a Sharpie. Inside, Jon found a $25 gift card to their favorite
restaurant. "It's not much," Michael added, "but I figured you'd like it."

"Thanks, man, I really appreciate it," Jon replied. "We'll go once I'm
back, mmmkay?"

"You know it," his friend responded. "You'd better have some good stories
for me from your vacation."

* * * * *

"Goddamnit, Megan! I told you to stay out of my room!" fifteen-year-old
Mark Thompson exploded.

"I didn't go in there, fartface!" his sister screamed from her room on the
other side of the bathroom they shared. She was just over a year younger
and they got along about as well as oil and water.

"Then where the hell are my headphones, if you didn't take them?"

"I dunno, where did you leave them THIS TIME?" Megan retorted.

Mark took a second and looked around. He was so sick and tired of his stuff
mysteriously migrating to his sister's room. This time, she'd gone too far,
though... he'd saved up for those headphones for a while, and now she's
gone and stolen them... this was the last straw. When he got his hands on
her, he'd..... oh. There they were, sticking out from under his
pillow... right where he'd used them last. Damnit.

Sheepishly, he crossed through their shared jack-and-jill bathroom and
knocked on the doorframe of his sister's room. "Hey, Meg..."

"What?" she snapped in response.

"I just wanted to apologize for yelling at you. I found my headphones,
and..."

"They were under your pillow again, weren't they?"

He was flabbergasted. "How did you know?"

"Because that's where they always are, dumbass," Megan retorted with a
smile. "You fall asleep listening to music, where do you think they're
going to end up?"

"Good point. Anyways, I'm sorry."

"Just do me a favour and look there first, next time, okay?"

Mark nodded. "I will, I promise. Look, can we talk for a sec?"

Megan stiffened a little at the question. Her brother usually only said
stuff like that when something was wrong. "Uhhh, yeah, of course?" When he
gestured towards her desk chair, she nodded and he joined her in the
room. When both of them had sat down and were settled, he continued.

"So, we're going on the cruise tomorrow, and I know sharing a room might be
a little tough. I just wanted to come to an agreement that we won't
constantly be at each other's throats all week."

Megan gave him a side-eye glance as she tried to figure out what his angle
was. "Oooookaaaaay....?"

"What?"

"I dunno, you just seem a little... different. Usually at this point you'd
want something, when you talk like that."

"Hmmm. That's fair, I guess. Well, this time, I don't mean anything extra
by it. I just don't want to be fighting all the time, and it's not like
we'll have anywhere to get away from each other.  Plus, mom and dad spent a
fair bit on this cruise and I don't want them to get mad at us for wrecking
it for them. I can't imagine you want that either, because it's not just me
they'll be mad it, it'll be both of us."

She thought for a minute. "Yeah, you're right. Okay, fine, I'll try not to
piss you off, as long as you do the same."

"Deal. I'm going to pack, I'd suggest you do the same, avoid the nagging."
He got up to leave, then turned towards her. Without a word, he reached
over and messed up her hair, then quickly departed the room.

"Asshole," she called after him, smiling.

* * * * *

Andrew Farriss opened his front door to the sound of crying - again. He
considered just closing it again and going for a walk, but he knew that it
wouldn't change anything - someone would be crying when he returned. Might
not be the same sister, but chances are, one of them would have had their
life JUST RUINED again later on. That's generally how things worked around
his place.

"Guys, what's the problem now?" he called out as he kicked the snow off his
boots and stepped in. At fifteen years, old he was the oldest of the three
kids and his mom often relied on him to be the referee until she got home
from work. If only she knew how little weight that actually carried with
his two younger sisters, he thought.

Laura, the younger of his sisters and the baby of the family, ran into the
hallway, tears streaming down her face. "Shuh... shuh... she stole my
cheese string!"

"Are there any more in the fridge?" he asked, dropping his backpack to the
floor. This wasn't his first rodeo, sadly.

"I think so..."

"So go get another one?"

"Okay!" Tears gone, the nine year old bounded away to the kitchen to
replenish her stocks of cheese.

"Emily?" He called for his other sister. Getting no response, he went
looking for her, and found her planted in front of the television, as
usual, glued to the screen of whatever drivel it was she was watching. "Em,
you need to stop taking her stuff. I'm getting a little tired of this crap
every time I come home."

"Whatever," was the response he received.

"I'm serious. Quit it or I'll tell mom and make her deal with you two."

"*sigh* Fiiine."

The problem dealt with for now (not really), he wandered off towards his
room, muttering to himself.  "I don't get paid enough for this shit." He
wasn't really looking forward to next week. Yes, it was nice that he'd be
getting away for a bit, but he was not looking forward to spending a week
in a cabin the size of a postage stamp with his mother and his two
sisters. What was it his mom had said?  180 square feet or something for
four people? His sisters had trouble coexisting in a full-sized house. In a
cabin with one bathroom... and as a teenage boy with... needs... he wasn't
going to have any privacy at all for the whole fucking week. He was not
looking forward to that.

Speaking of which, when he arrived at his bedroom, he shut the door behind
him and decided to rub one out before he started his chores. He quickly
shed his button-up school uniform shirt and hung it up, then unbuttoned his
pants and dropped them to the floor. As he bent over to pick them up, Laura
burst into his room like a hurricane.

"Andrew, Andrew.... can I... I want to... why are you in your underwear?"

Blushing slightly, with his boxer-clad ass towards his sister, he sprang
upright. "Laur, what have we discussed about closed doors?"

Unfazed, his sister replied, "Sorry... I just wanted to go over to
Kristen's house to play for a bit."

"Fine. Be back for dinner," he replied.

"Thanks! Byeeeee!" And as quickly as she had burst in, she was gone again,
leaving the door wide open.

"For fuck's sake," he thought to himself. "That could have been worse, I
suppose... if she'd come in just two minutes later... yeah, next week is
gonna suck."

* * * * *

Rachel dropped her knapsack onto her bed and let out a mighty sigh. It was
finally time.

Tossing her car keys into a small bowl on her dresser, she then strode
towards her bathroom, shedding clothes along the way until finally she was
nude. Standing in front of the mirror, she took a moment to appraise her
body - she'd been working hard at getting those last five pounds off before
the cruise, and she was happy with what she saw. Her sixteen-year-old
breasts were firm and perky, her stomach taut and overall she was pretty
fucking hot, if she said so herself.

"Now to get rid of the last of that," she thought, looking at her carefully
trimmed bush of pubic hair. When she was done, she wanted it to be smooth
as a baby's behind. Not that she was expecting anything to happen on the
cruise, but you can never be too careful...

Now that school was a thing of the past (well, for a week), she practically
leaped into the shower.  Adjusting it to the right temperature, she sighed
with pleasure again and got to work.

A few minutes later, she twisted the handle and stopped the water. Emerging
from the tub, the water dripping off her now-hairless form, she first
wrapped her hair in a towel and then wrapped herself in a bath sheet. She
rubbed her fingers across her mound, checking her handiwork - not even a
whisper of stubble, just as she'd wanted it.

Letting her mind wander, it wasn't long before her hand started making its
way south on its own accord, closer and closer to the promised land. She
didn't notice the large towel slowly working its way off her shoulders,
falling off her bit by bit. It was only when she received a knock on her
bedroom door that she snapped out of it and realized she was almost
completely exposed, standing in the middle of her bedroom, basically
playing with herself.

"Rachel, honey, it's time to get packed - do you need help?" her mother
asked as she started to open the door.

"MOTHER! I'm naked!" Rachel called out in a panic, frantically trying to
cover herself with the towel. Luckily for her, her mother stopped upon
hearing her exclamation and closed the door again.

"Okay, I'll leave you be. Let me know if you change your mind," her mother
called through the door.  Her footsteps could be heard treading lightly
down the hall, and Rachel could breathe a sigh of relief.

"That was close," she thought. She threw on some workout clothes, pulled
her suitcase out of the closet and got to work.

* * * * *

Adam Kasimer pulled the tractor into the shed out behind the farmhouse and
parked it, the sun getting lower and lower in the sky. He had just finished
the day's chores - well, the week's chores, really, as he wouldn't be here
next week. No, next week, he'd be on a cruise ship sipping cold drinks and
not having to worry about taking care of the cows or the back forty. That
would be Jose's problem, their farm hand who was covering for him. He
looked forward to getting away for a bit.

Stepping out of the barn, he stripped off his shirt and ran his hands
through his sweaty mop of hair. He didn't have a lick of fat on his
sixteen-year-old frame, but he'd never worked out a day in his life - he
didn't need to. He did his body bulding by working hard on his family's
farm, and it showed.

At school, where he lived in west Texas, he often had girls eyeing him when
they thought he couldn't see them. He knew he looked good, but he wasn't
smug or conceited about it. He treated everyone the same - with respect and
friendliness, and it served him well. He was well-liked by everyone, and
that was just fine with him.

Absent-mindedly, he rubbed his hand over his bare stomach, feeling his
abs. He wondered what next week was going to bring for him - he'd never
been on a boat before, let alone a massive one with the population of a
small town. He hoped he wouldn't get seasick - that wouldn't make for a
great vacation. He'd had a quick glance over the brochure his mom had
showed him, but hadn't read it thoroughly - he thought it would be more fun
to just explore and hope for the best. He did wonder if he'd meet any
friends, though.

As the sun started to set, he started to head in toward the house to have a
quick shower before dinner, and then he had some packing to do.

* * * * *

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is an announcement for those booked on United
Flight 523 to Chicago O'Hare. Thank you for your patience with the delays
on this flight. The flight crew has finally arrived and we will start
boarding in 15 minutes. That's United Flight 523 at gate A26, we will start
boarding in approximately 15 minutes."

Amy Greene rolled her eyes and hoped that this was for real. She, her
parents and her sister had been sitting in those God-awful uncomfortable
seats for over 4 hours now, as her flight to first Chicago, then on to Fort
Lauderdale, had been delayed three times already. "Why can't they just
stick to a fucking schedule," she thought to herself.

"I'll believe it when I see it, too," a voice said from a seat opposite,
startling her. It was the cute boy around her age, sixteen, that she'd been
eyeing every now and again - apparently he'd noticed her eyeroll.

As her heart fluttered, she smiled at him. He really did have nice
eyes. "Saw that, did you?" she said. "I'm just a little impatient to get
where I'm going."

"Don't I know it. Where are you off to?"

"Fort Lauderdale... my family and I are going on a cruise tomorrow,
assuming we ever get there," she replied. "You?"

"Montreal, going to visit some family," he replied. "I wish I was going on
that cruise with you, though."

The two teens chatted, getting to know each other a bit, until it came time
to board the plane. As the boarding group before hers was called, she
started packing up her belongings and took one last long look at the boy
before saying her goodbye. He really was cute - lanky, but not overly tall
- just her type, really. She suddenly found herself wishing he WAS coming
on the cruise with her.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in Chicago," she said with a little wave.

"Not if I see you first," he replied with a smile.

* * * * *

Fifteen-year-old Eric Stevens sat out on his penthouse suite balcony in the
hotel, overlooking Port Everglades, where he and his parents would be
boarding the Crown Princess in the morning. They had flown in earlier that
evening from Manhattan to Fort Lauderdale on his father's private jet,
escaping New York ahead of the snowstorm that was expected to hit in the
next day or so. His parents had checked in to the hotel, then gone
downstairs to the restaurant for a late dinner - he had decided to stay in
the room, having eaten before they'd left the city.

Eric wasn't like other kids from well-off families - he was a
down-to-Earth, caring boy who didn't let his parents' bank balance go to
his head. Did he want for anything? No, not really, but he didn't flaunt it
over others, either. He was a well-liked kid who would give you the shirt
off his back, if you needed it.

He didn't have any siblings, and his parents worked a lot - A LOT. His
father was the President of a successful business that he had started, and
his mother was in charge of the company's finance department. He was an
only child - "my little angel", his mother called him, which usually caused
him to cringe - and a lot of the time it was just him and James, the
butler, at their Manhattan home. Officially, James was the butler, but in
reality he was around more to be a caretaker for Eric. That's not to say
that his parents didn't love him - quite the opposite - but there was a
certain distance between them. Eric was lonely, overall. See, he had a
secret - he was in the closet about his sexuality. He didn't have many
close friends, and definitely none that he felt comfortable confiding in,
and so in the vault his secret stayed.

Sitting out on the balcony in the near darkness, overlooking the port, he
was looking forward to the cruise tomorrow. On past cruises, he'd managed
to make a friend or two for the week, and he was hoping for the same this
trip. Cruise friendships were the best, in his eyes - he could be himself,
and what happens on Princess, stays on Princess. That's how the saying
goes, right?

Finishing off his Coke, he gazed out at the port one last time before
heading inside.

* * * * *

None of the eight teens had any idea what the next week was going to bring
them... but all of them were eager to find out.

* * * * *


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