A mermaid in the herd

why?

I licked my lips and pressed my legs together. I rubbed between them what was under my body. I bit my lips again and again. It was really fascinating what was happening in front of me. Immediately they turned their faces and between the 3 of them there was an exchange of glances.

I could say that by then it was the closest thing to sexual desire I felt inside my body. Filled with embarrassment, I smiled and immediately took a step back.

At that moment in my life. I understood that my body wanted to express something else, something I had never experienced before. That massive tingling that invaded my aura was not normal at all. Something was manifesting itself, something I was unaware of for now. 

Embarrassed, I ignored it and went back to my room. I completely forgot that I was supposed to shower, or even wash my face. I lay on my back on the bed and experienced desire for the first time in my life. I closed my eyes and the image of that naked couple of strangers, caressing their bodies with each other, came to my mind. I remembered the boy's face, it expressed pleasure, relief, they were both happy and really comfortable in that position. 

I was not a stupid girl, I knew perfectly well what they were doing inside that bathtub. But, she had never presented a scene like that before. I knew of its existence, but until that moment it had never been part of my thoughts. 

However, there is always a first time. My body shuddered, and between my legs I brushed my hands. The loudspeaker lowered my mental entertainment, when in a huff I was reminded to meet the rest of the boys. Without showering, I decided to hurriedly get dressed and run to the booth where we were to meet. 

A huge table sat in the centre of the room, with an endless variety of breakfast. For vegans and people with refined tastes. It was a total oasis for my senses. However, I just picked up a medium-sized tray, and filled it with the first samples of food. 

My eyes were mesmerised, when in front of that beautiful table, Timothy was walking next to that girl who wouldn't let go of him. He was looking at them with a kind of disguised hatred. But, my sight was lost, when next to him was Jonas, that boy to whom words don't pay the slightest attention. 

He was in beach shorts and a light T-shirt over his body. The gait of the men took no importance in my life, until I looked down a little, and noticed that movement of his legs. Something was marking on his trousers with every step he took. 

I lost my gaze without blinking, just watching him carefully. I accelerated my movements and sat down a short distance away from the three of them. In front of me were some boys, tall in stature, so looking at the person who had taken the fatal trouble to announce the meeting was not very easy. 

The time passed between yawns and minutes, and at last it was time for the so-called break. We were supposed to sail to our first island, and it was supposed to be fantastic, as on a board in the corridors leading to the cabins, our names were listed with a specific activity to enjoy every minute, according to the slogan at the bottom of the board. 

I went back to my cabin and packed my backpack. When we boarded, we arrived on a fucking impeccable island, magnificent, nothing like what I was used to in my horrible city.

A tall, blonde, tiger-skinned woman came up to me and asked me my name. I answered immediately and she placed a bracelet on my wrist with my name already printed on it. It was magical, as I could have sworn there were more Melanie Frank's on that cruise ship. I ignored her and went exploring. 

I completely forgot the tingling I had felt in my body hours before, but from one minute to the next I felt as if my soul had been changed. Every boy who passed in front of my eyes enlarged my eyes and made my legs throb. 

It was as if that encounter in the bathtub had developed a new way of seeing the world. I wasn't used to looking at men in the same way. To me they were mere mortals like everyone else. 

But, that day, things took a turn. I blushed my cheeks when a boy turned to look at me. He'd pull his legs together and rub his thighs against each other. I tried to get away from the stares of all the boys and went straight to a hut on the island. 

From a distance I saw a log bench and went to rest my butt on it. I checked my backpack and took out the piece of paper stating what the hell I had to do first, following the absurd itinerary created by those useless guides. 

—Museum— was, apparently, my first activity. OK, it wasn't as bad as I thought. Behind the paper I had drawn a map of the small island, indicating the exact location of each activity. The museum was on the other side, and for that we had mountain bikes at our disposal. 

The director of this cruise charmed me from the first day. I walked over to the bikes waiting for me, took the one with my name on it and headed for the museum. 

It was a strange and immense building. A bit quirky for a small island. I entered with my wristband code and looked up. The first thing my eyes fell on was the perfectly built guy who made a speech I had never heard before in front of the other young people on the cruise. I didn't know him, but I knew his name was Jonas. 

I approached him, and the rest of the useless group. I felt the warmth his skin expressed in the atmosphere. I heard him mention surprising facts about subjects I didn't know. I stood next to him for 10 minutes and my body began to experience hormonal changes. 

I wanted to throw myself on this guy and eat his lips. I wanted to do to him what I saw that morning in the bathtub. —What the fuck Melanie?— I said to myself. I didn't understand why these lustful thoughts were coming into my head. 

I wasn't supposed to be interested in boys yet. I was at that stage, yes, that stage where you just want to experiment and get to know your body. It was enough that a word came out of Jonas' mouth. One that wasn't about art and antiques. 

—Hey, that's nice hair you have,— he mentioned, smiling as he lightly stroked my hair.

At that instant the world stopped in me, an impulsive spirit entered my body without a hint of shame. I reached up and took his hand. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, I couldn't control myself. 

Jonah expressed no displeasure, as if he knew what I was about to do. Although I didn't understand what he was up to, I slowly led him towards one of the museum's bathrooms. 

Without reading or even noticing how big it was, a sign above the door mentioned that it was the men's room. I didn't think anything of it, closed the door and looked back at Jonas. 

—Hey, what are you doing? —he asked me in an inquisitive yet lustful tone. 

How the fuck was I supposed to answer that if I didn't even understand what I was doing? It was an order that came from inside me. A command I didn't know how to control. Something was there, something that chained me to obey what my spirit demanded. 

I approached him, silently. I was stunned by my own actions. Alone, I lifted my shirt and showed him my breasts, while he stretched his eyes and looked at me in amazement. 

—I want you to devour me, like you would any girl you love,— I said. I don't know what came over me, it was a moment when every word or act that came out of me was dominated by something I didn't even know what it was. 

At that moment Jonah stared into my eyes, confirming if what I had heard was true. His lips, oh his lips, I couldn't take my eyes off his face, his jaw, the shape of his eyes and the way he waited for confirmation from me. 

Silently, I moved closer to him, after throwing my shirt on the floor, and pressed our lips together. And there I was, in front of the boy I had never seen for more than an hour in my entire life. With my naked breasts in front of his hot body, and his tongue entering everything that formed my mouth.