Symone was so excited to be going on a cruise. She’d always wanted to go on one for as long as she could remember, and now she was finally getting her chance. Gigi had arranged everything, bought the tickets, made sure everyone had their passports, made all the other travel arrangements, and all Symone had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride.
As soon as they got on the ship, Symone felt free and at ease with the salty sea breeze against her skin. She was enjoying herself, relaxing and hanging out with her friends out on the open sea. Plus there were so many activities to partake in. Every day she tried something new, determined to make the most of the all inclusive part of the cruise.
Her favorite activity by far was watching the ice skating shows. The skaters all looked so glamorous as they glided across the ice. And there was one in particular that really caught Symone’s eye. She had long blonde hair that was usually tied back into a braid and she had the nicest, fattest ass Symone had ever seen in her life, especially in the little skating costumes she wore.
The others caught on soon that Symone spent way too much time watching ice skating shows when she’d never shown any interest in it before in her life. So they started coming along with her to see what all the fuss was about. It took about five minutes for Gigi and her girlfriend Crystal to realize why Symone seemed to like it so much.
“So, what’s her name?” Gigi asked as she watched Symone’s eyes follow the blonde while she was skating around the ice, doing amazing tricks and spins that left Symone completely mesmerized.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Symone said, avoiding eye contact with Gigi. And anyway, she didn’t know what her name was.
“Yeah right. You’re worse than she was,” Crystal chimed in, nudging a spluttering Gigi. If that was true, then Symone knew it was bad, and she figured she should probably do something about it.
Symone decided that what she needed to do was get over it, so that night she joined Gigi, Crystal and the others for a night out at one of the dance parties. She got drunk, she had a great time, and she forgot all about the gorgeous ice skater. The only problem was she also forgot her phone and her wallet somewhere along the way.
She woke up the next morning, surprisingly not hungover, and realized that she had lost most of her belongings the night before. When she called down to the information center to see if anything had been turned in, she had no luck. She was trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do without her stuff when there was a knock on her cabin door.
Symone opened the door and came face to face with the blonde ice skating goddess she’d been obsessing over for days.
“It’s you!” she blurted out before she could bite her tongue.
“It’s me?” the blonde repeated, clearly sounding confused.
“Um, I mean, I think I’ve seen you before. Um, ice skating?” Symone fumbled through her explanation, flustered by seeing her up close and seeing how beautiful she actually was.
“Oh yeah! I’m part of the show! How did you like it?” she asked, smiling and showing off a perfect dimple in each of her cheeks.
“You’re really good,” Symone gushed, giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush.
“Aww, thank you! That’s so sweet. I’m Denali, by the way.”
“Denali,” Symone said her name, liking the way it sounded rolling around on her tongue. “Nice to meet you. I’m Symone.”
“Oh yeah, right, I knew that! Because I found this last night,” she said, holding out Symone’s wallet and phone and handing them over. “And I found out what room you were in so I could return them. I wanted to see the pretty girl they belonged to. Your ID picture is hot, but you’re even hotter in person.”
“I… um… wow,” Symone stuttered, her brain not functioning well with the way that Denali was flirting. But it didn’t seem to deter the blonde.
“Maybe you could come see me skate again tonight, and then we could hang out after? If you want,” Denali offered with a smile, showing off her dimples again, and Symone swore she was about to start swooning.
“I want!” Symone said, probably too eagerly, but she just couldn’t seem to act like a normal functioning human being around Denali no matter how badly she wanted to.
“Great, it’s a date.”
“It’s a date,” Symone repeated, grinning at Denali and internally thanking her drunk and forgetful self for somehow managing to make this happen.
“See you tonight,” Denali said, stepping forward and kissing Symone on the cheek before turning away and walking down the hallway.
Symone brushed her fingers against the spot on her cheek where she swore she could still feel the warmth from Denali’s lips as she watched Denali (and her amazing ass) walk away. She absolutely couldn’t wait for that night.