All Aboard the FWB Experience

When I graduated from college, my parents gave me a cruise for a graduation present. I flew to Fort Lauderdale and boarded The Allure of the Seas luxury cruise ship. My parents didn’t know of my appetite for young girls . . . otherwise they would never have booked a cabin on this ship since it was a cruise for children of all ages. I was one of the first to board and, after getting my charge/door card, a steward showed me to my cabin which had a balcony. After I tipped him twenty bucks, I unpacked, changed into a tee shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, and wandered around the ship. It was getting close to dinner when I decided to go up to the 15th floor and check out the pools. Most everyone had gone to get dressed by now.

Then I saw her. She was about ten feet away, and was standing on the springboard in the deep end looking at me, all five foot of her. She was absolutely gorgeous and cute into the bargain. I guessed she was maybe fourteen or older. I was pretty good at telling how old girls are, but I sometimes got it wrong. It’s difficult to determine their age since it depends on how far into puberty they are.

She had golden blonde hair that was fixed in a knot on the top of her head. She had on a pale-blue, one-piece swimsuit and I could make out the small swells of her breasts. Looking up and down at her on the springboard, I noticed her pussy looked large for the size of her body. It swelled up from her flat tummy between pointed bony hips, and my cock began to fatten as I saw a perfect camel toe. When she saw me looking at her, I detected a slight pullback of her shoulders . . . to emphasize her small breasts. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

With hardly a splash, she dove into the water and swam to the side near where I was sitting. She put her forearms on the side of the pool, cradling her petite breasts. Up close I could see her gorgeous sapphire-blue eyes and her wide, full mouth. She smiled and said, “My name’s Randi, what’s yours?”

“I’m Jason,” I replied.

“I saw you looking at me,” she said.

“You’re a very beautiful girl, Randi and you have the most gorgeous blue eyes I think I’ve ever seen.”

Randi blushed a little. “Thanks,” she said. “You here by yourself?”

“Yes, it’s just me. How about you? You with your parents?”

“No, it’s just my older sister and me. She’s almost twenty.”

“And how old are you, Randi?”

“I just turned 14 yesterday. This cruise is part of my birthday present from my grandparents. So how old are you, Jason?”

“I’m twenty-one. I just graduated from university.”

“That must be nice. You wanna be my friend for the cruise?

“

“I’d love to be your friend, Randi. Is that as just a friend or . . . as an FWB?” I’d heard that acronym for “Friends with Benefits” one time before. Randi blushed a little, then said something that got my blood heading south.

“I know what that stands for . . . but we need to be careful that my sister doesn’t find out, but I’d love to be your FWB.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied.

“Do you do this a lot . . . I mean approaching strangers and striking up this kind of conversation?”

“Just a few times. The others treated me like a kid and told me to bug off. I’ve seen the way some older men look at me . . . well it’s more like a stare, and I avoid them. They’re pervs.”

“But you don’t think I’m a perv?”

“No, Jason. You weren’t ogling me like the others. You were admiring my body, and there’s a big difference.”

“You’re very grown up for a fourteen-year-old, Randi.”

She giggled, reminding me she was just a young girl. She said, “My sister says I’m forward for my age. She said it will get me into trouble one day. She gave me motherly advice; like don’t talk to strangers; don’t get into a stranger’s car; stay in public spaces and all that stuff.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You a virgin?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Hmm, lucky, lucky guy.”

Randi giggled again and replied, “It wasn’t a guy, it was the rather large handle of my hairbrush.”

“Well, you have a very lucky hairbrush then.”

That response brought on a fit of giggles. I saw Randi’s breasts moving a little inside her swimsuit.

“You’ve got a great-looking body,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she replied, “but I wish my boobs would get bigger. Most girls my age already have larger ones than me. My best friend Emma wears a 32B bra.”

“Let me guess, you wear a 30A.”

“Yeah, they’re more like bee stings than boobs.”

“I think you’re being a little hard on yourself, Randi. I love to take a girl’s whole breast into my mouth, and you can’t do that with a B-cup boob.” I knew I was taking a chance being that forward, but I was curious whether she would take the bait and see how far I could lead her to my other perversions.



Randi got a serious look on her face as she said, “We’re going to have a lot of fun the next seven days, aren’t we?” with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Yes, we are. Where is your sister right now?” I asked.

“Probably back in the cabin, texting her boyfriend. She told me she was missing his ‘lengthy organ’ last night, and knowing those two, they are probably sexting each other.

“How do you know they send naughty pictures to each other? I asked. She blushed and then leveled with me:

“Cuz, I know Mandy’s password on her phone and when she leaves it out, I get excited looking at his messages with shots of his cock and I have seen what she sends to him as well.