Derek glanced around. He had showered, and was dressed in his blue t-shirt with his khaki shorts. Then, he sat around. For a while. Boring.
Derek walked out of his cabin, and onto the boat deck. He checked and asked when the boat would be departing. Late evening was the answer. The sun was still high in the sky.
Derek needed something to do, so he patrolled the boat. Maybe he would find one of the trainers. No such luck.
Instead, Derek lounged in the pool. There, he saw a few other kids. Two guys and three girls. Parents were lined along the side. The three girls all looked to be around Derek's age, maybe a bit older. One was thin and tall, with bleach-blonde hair. Her face was beautiful porcelain, with a dainty smile drawn upon it. The second girl was stocky, with bronzed skin. Muscles rippled up and down her girthy arms, as she cut through the water. The third girl had her syrup-brown hair wafting around her head in a halo. Her eyes were acorns, and freckles dotted her cheeks. They were all beautiful.
The two guys swam over to Derek. One was tan, with short blond hair that shot forward. He looked somewhat similar to Derek. The second was shorter, with dark skin. His hair was flat on the top, and short on the side. His abs were prominent, sculpted... fine. His lips curled up at the ends, naturally, giving him a presence of a smile at all times. He had long arms, with coils of muscles twisted around them. They both seemed around 16-17.
"You like those chicks?" the white boy grinned.
"Yeah," Derek nodded, his jaw hanging slightly open. The girl with the brown hair had magnificent breasts, and all three boys knew it.
"I'm Stephen," the boy introduced himself.
"Aaron," the black [not sure if that's PC, but since America doesn't exist, I can't say African-American] boy said.
"I'm Derek," Derek said, "The real question is: who are they?"
"I don't know," Stephen admitted, "But I wanna get to know them real well."
Derek chuckled, and nodded. Fantasies zipped through his head at the speed of the Zap.
"Shut up, perv," Aaron scoffed, shoving Stephen.
"Whatever, you know it's true," Stephen shrugged, "I like the blondes, myself. But she's a bit flat."
"So are you, dipshit," Aaron said.
"I'm a guy, so it's okay."
"Being flat as a girl is okay too, moron," Aaron pointed out.
"Just not as hot as big boobs," Stephen said, hormones raging through his body, "I'm ready to get my hands on those."
"You're goddamn gross," Aaron shuddered.
"You're goddamn jealous of my smoothness."
"If you're so suave, go over there and talk to them," Aaron dared. Stephen shook his head, viciously.
"I'll do it," Derek volunteered. He was always in the mood for a dare.