I woke up the next morning. I wasn't sure why I slept so long. I sat up and noticed that I was naked under the sheets of a bed.
'God, what happened?' I groaned to myself, looking around. I put my head in my hands and thought for a moment.
'Wow, Chris, you fucked up.' I whispered to myself. I had sex with a random almost stranger; we just met that day. What got into me, you ask? I'm not so sure.
I got up and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and then rinsed my face. I looked up again, deciding to take a shower.
The warm water cascaded down my body as I slowly began to rub soap on my chest. As the water continued to run down my slightly soar body, I began to think. He was a guy I met at the airport. Charming, seemingly intelligent, gay I'm guessing. Brown hair, brown eyes, body of a wrestler; no wonder I was so willing to let him fuck me.
'Such a dumbass.' I said to myself. I didn't even know the guys favorite color, but I still slept with him.
I rinsed off and got out of the shower to drying off. I got dressed and made my way to the dining room on the ship. I sat down at a table and put my head in my hands.
'You okay?' I heard a guy's voice say after a couple of minutes of me sitting there, ruminating on the events of yesterday.
I looked up and saw him, Ryan, was his name if I remembered correctly.
'Yeah.' I said. I started to blush. I wanted to be as far away from him as humanly possible.
'Can I sit here.' He asked, motioning to a chair across from me at the table.
'Sure.' I said. The truth was that I wanted to say no and leave. I wanted to tell him to stay away from me, but I knew that I couldn't be mad at him, it was pretty much all of my fault.
We sat there in silence for a few seconds, maybe even minutes, until I couldn't take it any longer.
'Look, about yesterday...' I watched as he stared into my eyes. His eyes had a certain look about them, like they were smiling. I wondered if I noticed this yesterday, for some reason it was hard to remember the things that unfolded. I remembered that I was in the middle of a sentence, 'yeah about yesterday, it was a mistake. I'm not usually like that and I'd like to apologize if I came off as, well, promiscuous.' I said, trying to keep as professional as possible.
He stared at me. He looked like he was going to laugh. He smiled, 'I don't regret it and I don't think you're promiscuous.' He laughed a little and looked around.
'Really? Because if I were in your place and you were in mine, I'd think you were a slut.' I stated. I didn't know what I was saying, it was all arbitrary. I never acted like this around anyone, why this guy?
'Well then.' He smiled, 'I guess that's that.' He looked around some more.
'I'm going to, uh, go to the pool or something.' I tried to get away from this guy before it got any worse.
'I'll come with you.' He stood up and walked around the table so that he was standing next to me.
'Great, now what, Andy?' I thought to myself. I couldn't just be blunt and tell him that I'm embarrassed, no; I had to try and play it off.
'Okay.' I mumbled and started to take off, hoping that he wouldn't keep up.
I walked to the pool, Ryan following me closely. I walked to the other side, seeing if he would continue to follow me; he did. I sat on a beach chair, scanning the area.
'So...' Ryan said after a few minutes of silence.
'Okay, this is awkward. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but why are you here?' I asked, looking him in the face.
'On this cruise?' He asked.
'No,' I got a little annoyed, 'with me. I mean, I gave hints, I tried to leave you at the dining hall, but no, you had to follow me. So why?' I demanded. I never acted rude, but I was being rude towards him.
'Because I think you're interesting.' He smiled a bit at my obvious frustration.
'Well, that in itself is interesting.' I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes.
'You're a sporadic little person, aren't you?' He asked, leaning back in his chair too.
'I guess,' I said, almost giving up, 'what makes you think that?'
'Yesterday, you were all nice and pleasant, but today you seem sort of like a busy body.' He said.
'Well, sorry.' I said almost sarcastically.
'No problem.' He said.
We sat there again in silence. I heard children laughing and people talking.
'Want to do something tonight?' He asked.
'Like what?' I wondered. I was hoping he wouldn't mean something like yesterday.
'I don't know. We could have dinner or something.' He stated rather plainly.
'Okay,' I said, 'but no sex.' I said blatantly.
He chuckled, 'if you say so.'
I looked over and saw that he had taken his shirt off. His abs were extremely defined and his torso seemed to be covered by a light sweat.
'Makes it even harder.' I mumbled.
'What?' He asked, looking over at me.
'Nothing.' I lied back and tried to keep my mind off of my growing bulge.
'Someone's a bit excited.' Ryan said.
I started blushing, 'what? No.' I looked over to see Ryan looking at a little girl running around the pool, 'oh, haha, yeah.'
'Jittery, too.' I heard him say to himself.
'Such an asshole.' I said. It was easy for me to make myself dislike him for some reason. As much as I tried, though, I still couldn't get my mind off of his perfect body.
'Tonight ought to be interesting.' I thought to myself as I closed my eyes.
More To Come.
me | 08 Aug 2009
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