The 10 guys were waiting on the wharf, waiting for the eight girls who had agreed to join them.
Even though the area was fairly crowded, Sam picked the girls out right away from the way they were walking in a small knot, most of them looking excited and nervous. Some looked scared.
One he knew well.
Very well.
He strained his eyes but could not tell from distance whether Carrie was wearing his engagement ring on her finger. She had promised she would, but maybe she had had second thoughts. This trip was not what most people would think appropriate for a young engaged couple to embark upon together.
John, Sam's best friend and another of the guys in the group, glanced at Sam and gave him a knowing smirk and a salacious wink.
John's family was old money and absurdly wealthy. John and Sam had both came up with the idea, but John funded it, of course.
The idea that had brought him to this situation had come into fruition eight months ago, just before Carrie and he had started dating at the beginning of their senior year in college. Their
relationship became serious, real serious real fast. John had laughed his head off at Sam when Sam told him that he and Carrie had gotten engaged.
Sam smiled as he recalled John's reaction: "You idiot!" he'd yelled, exasperated. "It's two months off, and you are bagging on our little trip for one girl?" He laughed and shook his head at me. "You shoulda waited until after we got back to propose, knucklehead!"
"Dude, you don't understand," Sam responded, grabbing the last beer from the mini fridge in John's dorm room.
"Yeah? What don't I understand? We got ourselves a fuck cruise all set up and planned, and you go and ask your girlfriend to marry you before the cruise! Unless I am missing something, that makes you an idiot."
Sam waited patiently for John's rant to come to an end. "I am not an idiot, buddy," Sam said, taking a pull from the beer. "Carrie is it, man. She's the one."
"She is super cute," John conceded, after looking at Sam for a few moments. "I am really sorry that you met her first, because is really pretty."
Sam smiled happily and drank more of his beer.
"Well, I guess I have to salute a fallen soldier," John said, raising his beer to his best friend in mock salute. "We're all going to miss you, man." He winked at him. "Open water, private beach, nearly a dozen hot, naked college girls at the beck and call. I'm sure you made the right choice here, timingwise," he concluded sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.
Sam laughed at his friend. "Are you kidding? I'm still going. I wouldn't give that up!"
John spit out his beer. "What the fuck? How are you going to pull that off?"
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Sam wanted it all, and he thought that he could pull it off. So, a few weeks later, he had explained to Carrie that John and he had organized this male dream cruise for the summer on John's father's dime and that Sam wanted to go.
He owed her that much, at least; honesty with regard to this delicate situation.
"What?'' she had asked, quizzically. Her eyebrows raised in such a delightful way. She pushed her straight blonde hair out of her eyes to look at him carefully. "Oooh, that sounds hot. A cruise with the guys?"
"It is college guy's fantasy cruise, for lack of a better description. With girls too. Not just a bunch of guys," Sam stammered.
"Wait," she said, holding her hand up. "Lemme get this straight: bunch of guys, bunch of girls. So, why isn't this some kind of girl's fantasy?'' She grinned. "It's a great idea! We can have fun talking this out as we make love."
Sam blushed. "Well, I suppose it could be. There's a contract everyone has to sign. There are rules," Sam tried to explain more coherently.
She just stared at him, waiting for Sam to continue.
"Well, it's ... it's set up so ... um. So the girls are available for the guys," Sam finished lamely.
Carrie snorted. "A two week cruise with a bunch of college guys and a bunch of college girls. Don't you think they will all get some at some point?"
"Well, probably, I suppose," Sam replied, "but this isn't an ordinary cruise. For example, well," and he blushed again. "Well, the girls have to be naked whenever any of the guys want." Sam finished that quickly.
Her head came up. "What about the guys? Don't they have to be naked too?" She was frowning, trying to follow this crazy story.
"They will be, likely a lot." Sam grinned at her.
They were sitting on Sam's dorm bed, but Sam still looked down at her since she was so small. "But we, I mean, they," Carrie gave Sam an even look which he tried to ignore, ''can get dressed if they want; the girls have to be completely naked as soon as the boat sets sail and we get started."
"Hmmmm, different," Carrie purred. "I do like the way this is going, though."
Sam was gaining confidence from her interested expression and by the fact that Carrie was clearly interested. Of course, at this point she still thought that this was another scene for them to explore during their pillow talk time.
Their sex life was exciting and fun, and both were very into role-playing games involving the exchange of control. Her orgasms had been intense and often the times that Sam had taken the trouble to really set the scene.
Her favorite fantasy was imagining a summer spent working at a Rennaissance Faire, where all the girls spent their time in pushup bras and scoop-neck blouses but played hard to get for the male staff throughout the season. On the final day of the Faire, the roles changed, and the girls all became tavern wenches and served the men supper and then served themselves up as dessert.
In her imagination, the girls start out in their busty costumes, their breasts pushed up, but as the night went on, garments disappeared until eventually all the girls were nude and an orgy erupted until everybody was satisfied.
She wiggled a little as she was sitting, trying to pretend she only needed to get more comfortable, and a thrill of excitement went through Sam as he realized that she was getting turned on. He leered at her and she blushed.
''Soooo, the girls are naked, the guys not. And what are the other rules?"
Sam swallowed and bent down so their faces were close. He looked into her eyes and she stared back. It was clear that she was getting excited. Of course, at this point, Carrie still thought this was make believe.
"There's nine guys there. Seven girls. Unless we go. Then there are ten guys and eight girls. As soon as we get out of sight of the land, or pull into some secluded cove somewhere, the girls strip, one by one. We'll get some music, and you girls can make it a striptease. As soon as each girl's panties hit the deck, or whatever item they remove last, then the party begins for her."
She reached up and pulled Sam's face down to hers. "Oooooh, sounds familiar! And HOT! And then what?" he asked huskily with lidded eyes as she gave him a passionate kiss. Carrie pulled away when Sam pushed back, trying to French kiss her.
"Why do you want to know?" Sam whispered throatily to her as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She resisted at first, playfully, but then gave a little moan and reached around his head to caress his neck as they kissed.
Carrie whined in his ear: "Come on. Tell me."
Sam pulled back. "So, what do you think happens?" He smiled at her and fondled her breasts through her blouse while looking into her eyes again.
She was breathing quickly. "I think that the girl picks a guy and they go have sex,'' she said, speaking quickly and blushing a bit.
Sam grinned at her. "Not quite," He said, laughing. "You're close though."
Carrie's eyes widened. "You mean they have sex right there, in front of everyone?"
Sam grinned at her again. ''Now you're starting to get it, sweetie, but you still don't have it quite right, my dear."
"What?" she asked, impatient.
Sam suddenly rolled on top of her, trapping her down on the bed beneath him and kissing her passionately. Carrie squirmed to get away, but instead of letting her up, or stopping, Sam grabbed her wrists and held them down beside her head.
Her eyes got wide and she groaned and struggled a little, just to see that she was in fact trapped, and kissed Sam. Hard. Their tongues battled for a few moments and then he stopped kissing her and leant down to whisper into her ear.
