Now it was too late. I'd wasted the entire time.
The student cruise was coming to its end and we were in Acapulco. Exams were over and we would arrive in Los Angeles-Long Beach in three days. I'd wanted my half-Junior Year Abroad to liberate me, take the introverted rural Oregon girl and make her interesting.
No such luck. Prince Charming didn't show up and sweep me away. I knew I was about to resume my status as bookworm, everybody's confidant but nobody's beloved, the RA with the stash of condoms who never used one herself.
While my friends, including my roommate, had taken off for the beaches to surf or sun, I stayed on board and took the free day trips that the school offered. This last day in port I must have been the only student on board and the only other person I saw was Peter.
They said he was an arrogant and aloof instructor who liked the "deep" girls — quiet, small-breasted, athletic, bookish. Lots of them. While I qualified on all counts, he never seemed to notice me.
He was sitting on the sunny side of the middle deck, reading a magazine. I could catch his eye if I raced naked past him and jumped overboard into the warm bay, but that would mean I'd land on the cement dock. I went to my cabin, changed into my bikini, and picked up a book.
"Hi, Could you do me a favor and watch this book for me? I've got this urge to jump overboard and swim around the ship."
"Good idea!" he said. "It's really hot, I'll go change. Wait here." Five minutes later Peter vaulted the guardrail on the correct side of the boat and sailed the 25 feet to the water, hitting it so hard and at such a bad angle that I thought he'd knocked himself out.
I did a pretty good jackknife and came up next to him as he sputtered, trying to get his bearings. I started to swim toward the stern of the boat but he stopped me and said "Race ya!" I gave him a 20-yard start and passed him before the turn.
When I got about 20 yards ahead I stopped and waited for him to catch up. "You're a pretty good swimmer," he said.
"Yeah, I was on the high school swim team, did the freestyle and breast stroke."
"May I kiss you?" came out of the blue. He didn't wait for the answer but pulled me to him and we kissed. He stroked my ass as I worked to keep us both upright in the water.
When he broke off the kiss he said "Let's continue this when we get back on board."
We swam to where a cargo net was hanging over the side and I scampered up. Peter was slower (no upper-body strength), but he hauled himself up eventually.
"C'mon," he said, and headed inside. His cabin was at the other end of the ship and down two decks.
The shipboard air conditioning was going full blast, so that by the time we stepped into his cabin we were both shivering. "Grab a blanket from that bunk and wrap it around yourself. And let's get out of these wet suits."
Peter quickly stripped off his suit and made sure I saw all of him. I got out of my suit and made sure he saw the white cotton string in my pubic hair.
"I thought you were coming on to me with the jumping overboard thing."
"Well, I was, sort of," I stammered.
"And that?" he said, gesturing to the string.
He didn't wait for an answer.
"Let's cuddle." I stood there as he pulled back the sheets and we got under them. He rolled me on top of him and we pressed against each other and kissed, his cock was hard against me. Shared bodily warmth soon took care of the shivers.
Despite never having gone anywhere near this far with a guy, I was surprised at how relaxed I was. Eventually I slid off and lay next to him. My shyness or something must have communicated my lack of experience, my virginity, because he went into full professorial mode, teaching me the names of all our sexual body parts, both formal and slang. As he named them he had me touch him or myself.
It wasn't that I'd never fooled around. I'd learned how to kiss pretty well and even given a boyfriend a handjob through his pants and let him finger me. But now there was this naked guy next to a naked me and I was touching everything sexual about him.
"Take my cock in your hand now. I want you to stroke me, very gently."
After a few strokes Peter said "lick your fingers, moist is better, stroke gently."
He taught me how to stroke him and told me how warm it made him feel. I was pretty warm myself.
"I'm going to lie on my back. You will make me cum, okay?"
And that is how I learned to give Peter pleasure.
"We'll take our time," he said, and we must have spent an hour just playing with his cock. When he got too close, he would stop me and we would kiss and he would fondle my breasts, kissing me everywhere.
Finally he said we were going to "do it," that he wanted me to make him cum.
Soon he was humping my hand, letting out soft "oooh"s and encouraging "aaahh"s. His first spurt shot right past my face, startling me, but I kept on stroking. By the end the cum was all over his chest hair and his belly and my hand was full of it. I was afraid I'd hurt him with all my stroking as I watched his cock go soft in my hand.
"Julie, you are my muse today. There I was, feeling sorry for myself, no one wanted to spend the day with me. I'm out of money, can't go anywhere, and there's nothing interesting in a four-month-old magazine. I was mooning about how much fun everyone else is having and I wasn't having any.
"And then there was you." I couldn't help it, I beamed and kissed him.
I ran the end of a towel in the warm water of the sink and cleaned us up. We cuddled and talked about what we'd just done.
"Boys are really simple, sexually," he said. "You can control us so easily. It's all about the head" and he gave me a guided tour of his circumcised cock.
Considering that two hours ago I'd deemed the voyage wasted, I was feeling pretty good. I'd given a man who I'd never spoken a single word to a glorious handjob and he was still interested in me.
He drifted off as I stroked his soft cock and woke up twenty minutes later.
"Still here?" he said, maybe joking, partly glad.
"You want me to leave?"
"Oh no, please don't Julie. You're my muse, remember?"
Then: "Would you like to take your handiwork to the next level?"
I'd seen how he reacted to my handiwork and I was pleased at how I had been able to control his response.
Peter wanted me to learn oral sex, the full course. I started with the head and he had me take it into my mouth. "No teeth, never, ever, you'll risk a whole generation of babies if you bite it off," he said.
"Slurp it with your tongue, coat it with your saliva. Now your lips. Oooh, they're warm and it's oh so wonderful to feel." I held the shaft and worked the head.
"You can hold the shaft, but do it lightly, and you really don't have to hold it at all, once you get used to it."
Peter had me gradually take more and more of the entire cock into my mouth, with the goal of having the entire five inches inside. I was almost there when I started to gag on it, it was just too far.
"We'll practice. It may be the angle you're at, let's adjust." And for probably an hour I moved around his cock, and eventually got it comfortably fully inside my mouth, with the head at the tip of my throat.
He wasn't able to get fully erect.
"I just need more time, I guess. And we both ought to get some food."
It was almost 2 o'clock as we came down the gangway. Within a block we found a small café. We were both Mexican food virgins, but it was delicious. I was wearing his pants, shirt, and flipflops, all too big for me and I probably looked ridiculous. But I didn't care.
When we were back on the ship he asked, tentatively, "Want to pick up where we left off?" We stopped at the bathrooms and went back to his cabin.
"Remember him?" Peter said, gesturing to his cock. He was flaccid but seemed confident as he took his pants down.
Sure enough, five minutes of kissing and stroking had his cock in the full upright position. He was right about the simplicity of the male sexual response.
We got right back to my taking him inside my mouth, to where I could have the head in my throat, like before lunch. While we had started out with him on his side, Peter suggested that it would be more comfortable for me to kneel on the floor at the edge of the bunk. That was a little tough on my knees, so I took one of the blankets and made a kneeling pad and it was fine.
While I was enjoying learning how to give a blowjob, I was getting restless. I told Peter that I wanted to move things along. He agreed with enthusiasm.
I focused on the head and soon had him pushed to his limit. He squealed "I'm going to cum soon Julie" and I got ready. He ejaculated way back in my throat, just where we wanted it to be, and I swallowed it. The second and third squirt came soon thereafter and I got it down, no problem. It was warm and briney and I didn't get much out of it, but I loved how much he loved it.
As we lay beside each other, Peter turned to me and I felt absorbed by his eyes. I felt so warm and wanted.
"You are wonderful, Julie. And I am such a jerk."
"Why?" I said, perplexed at a thought that was foreign to what we had been doing all afternoon.
"We've got to stop this. I have to start work right after dinner and go straight through to Long Beach. The Dean of Administration has me going morning, noon, and night getting paperwork finished. I'm his slave until everybody's off the boat in Long Beach. Can we be together there?"
