*this is an excerpt taken from Tales From The Fake BSB cruise story at AC.*
While Lenni was pointing her sticks at everybody, I was having my own fun. Nick was in my tiki hut. I am sure you’re all wondering what I was doing there, I was going on the REAL BSB cruise. Come to think of it, I’m not even sure why I was there, but I digress. This fake cruise sounded very interesting! So there I was in the tiki hut with Nick. But not just any Nick. I had the 2009 People Magazine edition Nick. I didn’t have the heart to steal the real article from Cap’n Jen, she needed her Nick time….Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my chin….
Back to business. Nick was there and I eyed him like a piece of chocolate cake….yes I prefer cake than steak thank you very much. So anyway, Nick was dessert and I was eyeing him like I had not had chocolate in weeks. He shifted uncomfortably and I swear to god I think I heard him whimper….which turned me on more.
“What am I doing here?” He asked. He was shirtless and wearing only jeans….hung low on his waist. I was breathing hard….getting drunk off his sexy half naked body in front of me, defined six pack abs and bulging muscles.
“I need your help,” I said, trying to keep myself from jumping him right there. Fuck the innocent crap!
“What could I possibly help YOU with?” he asked nervously, backing away slowly as I walked towards him.
“I’m a virgin…” I whispered, grinning. He grinned back, I could tell he was liking where this was going. Yes I am a nearly 27 year old virgin. I had been planning to wait until I’m married…but to hell with that. I had Nick fucking Carter half naked and all to myself….
“Oh…I see.” he replied huskily. I didn’t say any more, I just leapt on him and began kissing. He grabbed me and kissed me, biting my bottom lip a little.
“Oh God.” I sighed happily. He was doing everything I had ever wanted done to me. Except for one thing. I pushed him off….he stared at me in surprise.
“Why did we stop?” he asked. He sounds so cute when he’s clueless.
“There’s one thing missing.” I said. I clapped my hands and he was dressed like Han Solo. Tight pants, tight shirt, boots. Rowr.
“What the hell?” he asked in confusion.
“Come here you scruffy looking nerf herder.” I whispered, pulling him close.
“Nerf Herder?” he said with a raised eyebrow. What? It’s in the movie, don’t judge. At least I’m not playing Monopoly with Brian. Or trying to make Howie a blonde!
“Just go with it.” I instructed.
“Why Star Wars?” Nick asked as I nibbled on his earlobe and sat in his lap, my arms around his neck and my right hand feeling his shoulder blade.
“Why not? Boys in tights are sexy!” I replied with a cheeky grin. He shrugged and went along with it, like a good little Backstreet Boy. Of course I didn’t know that someone had been outside the door listening..