1 comments/ 32137 views/ 8 favorites Island Fever Ch. 03 By: Jeremydcp "Tour de Devon" After our sizzling, red-hot sexual encounter had reached its conclusion, I stayed (and cuddled) with Pamela for a long period of time upon the carpeted floor of the library. It was a quiet, tender series of moments which I still look back on and cherish to this very day. That should be obvious. If I did not know it before, I was most definitely aware of it now - Pamela was the woman that I had been searching my entire life for. There was absolutely, positively no doubt about that in my mind. I was totally in love with Pamela. Some people may suggest that I sit back and evaluate all of the women before coming to such a conclusion, but at this point in time, there was no need. Pamela was the one for me. Guaranteed. All of the other ladies here were beautiful and desirable, indeed, but Pamela was my chosen one. I realized that when she was lying in my arms upon the library floor. As the time went by, Pamela commented that she wanted to wash up, and take a shower. She also said it would not be a good idea if the other five ladies showed up and found the two of us together like this - not only cuddling as one upon the library floor, but totally naked as well. They would all want me at once, Pamela predicted, and she wondered if I had the capabilities to physically withstand that. I did not respond to her speculation (even though it was quite the riveting idea), but instead gave Pamela a friendly reminder about the 7:00pm dinner tonight. All of the ladies were required to be there. Pamela asked me what the penalty would be if one of them were to skip dinner, and I playfully replied by telling her that it would most assuredly be a harsh spanking. Pamela giggled and, of course, threatened to be elsewhere at dinner-time tonight. After a long and tender kiss, the two of us finally parted ways. I decided to go back to my personal suite and take a shower. It was definitely needed. I took an extra long shower, reliving the earlier experience with Pamela in my mind, over and over again. Her nasty words and demeanor when I was penetrating her had a profound effect on me. I truly have a bona-fide soft spot for attractive women who are friendly and respectful in general circles, yet harsh and aggressive during sex. Pamela had turned me on... The mahogany library was not out of the voyeuristic view of my hidden cameras, of course, so I also had my first-ever sexual encounter with Pamela archived on the computer. You can bet that it will be forever saved - and cherished. It may turn out to be my most-watched encounter of all. I would have to burn a DVD copy of it at the earliest opportunity. After stepping out of the shower and drying off, I threw on some light clothing and decided to lay down for a while. It was early in the afternoon and since dinner-time was not for several more hours, I figured that it would be best to catch up on a little rest. I wanted to take a nap, but... I then remembered I had promised all of the ladies that I would guide them on a hike to the island's most picturesque waterfall. I did not have a whole lot of time to prepare for it, either. We agreed to begin our trek at 2:00pm - and that was only ten minutes from now. I had to get ready! I threw on a pair of sturdy shorts and an old t-shirt, and my best hiking boots. I loaded my backpack up with plenty of water bottles and snacks, and a first aid kit (just in case it was needed). I also retrieved several cans and tubes of insect repellant from the storage room, so the ladies and yours truly would be properly protected from Mother Nature. Shortly thereafter, it was time for the journey to commence. - Our hike began at the north end of the mansion, where I guided the entire group - Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, Devon and Camille - up a very steep trail into the woods and then along a winding cliff. We eventually got back down to sea level, and then took a different trail which veered off to the west. I informed everyone that the waterfall we were visiting today was only a mile up this particular pathway. However, most of it was along a steady incline. There were plenty of large rocks and muddy spots to deal with as we drew closer toward the waterfall. Soon, we had to be careful with tree roots and fallen branches as well. Needless to say, I had to stop and allow several of the girls to rest and catch their collective breaths while they eagerly downed the energy snacks and bottles of water. Most (if not all) of them did not realize beforehand what a demanding, strenuous workout this hike was going to be. Pamela and Trish, both of whom were very physically fit, did not seem to be having much of a problem with the trail. Lindsay and Amy, however, were often having to stop and pant for breath. Lindsay, in fact, was holding hands with Trish so she would not slip and fall on the treacherous terrain. Still, despite the physical extertion they had to put forth to continue, Lindsay and Amy insisted that we move on. They proved to be quite the troopers, indeed. Fortunately, the steady incline eventually flattened out and the latter portion of the hike became much easier to navigate. All of the ladies were very intrigued once we came across a lava cave just a few hundred feet from the waterfall. Thus, we took another sit-down break in the cave and listened to the ocean's heavy waves crash into the rocky shoreline off in the distance, while having a quick snack. Everyone was so talkative and jovial; they genuinely seemed to be having the time of their lives thus far on the island. I could not be any happier because of this! After exiting the cave, I offered to take the group on a side trip into the clearing, where a series of petroglyphs (drawings by natives from hundreds of years ago) could be seen on the collection of lava rocks. These petroglyphs were all over this particular area. To me, the aboriginal writings had always been most fascinating. The true meaning of the drawings will most likely forever remain a mystery, but one could make out figures representing men and women, family units, goats, pets, canoes and even a possible surfer. Petroglyphs are made by pounding a pointed rock with a larger, dull rock into the boulder, thus carving out the figures. Considering that these drawings were, quite possibly, 300 years old, they were priceless in my eyes. "What is this?" Pamela wondered, pointing toward a boulder with the phrase Kristanna vilje elsker deg for evig, Jeremy carved out across it. "It has your name on it." I laughed at the mention of the one rock which had given me the most fits over the past two years. "Remember when I told you about my friend from Norway, Pamela? Kristanna? The one who will hopefully be here by the end of the week? Well, at times, she will start talking in her own language right in the middle of a conversation. It drives me insane, but that is why she does it. Kristanna enjoys pestering me, but does so in a comical way. Unfortunately, Kristanna came across an empty rock here one day two years ago and decided to carve out a cryptic message for me." "What does it mean?" Devon inquired. I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "I have no idea. But one of these days, I am finally going to break down and buy a Norwegian-to-English dictionary. You will see what I mean when Kristanna arrives here later in the week. She is quite a character. You'll see what I mean. Trust me." "At least the rock she left that message on was otherwise bare," Pamela observed. "It would be a shame if someone messed up a rock that had some of these writings on it. I should have brought my camera along with me." Pamela looked my way and literally begged, "Will you bring us back here in the future, Jeremy? Please? I would LOVE to photograph the writings ... be able to study and research them." I chuckled, thinking to myself that Pamela was anything but the prototypical stripper. How many exotic dancers would even be remotely interested in a series of petroglyphs like this? Not only was Pamela interested, but she wanted to study them. She wanted to research them. Incredible... "I'll bring you back here as often as you like, dear," I promised her. "Just tell me when, and we'll be off." After getting back onto the path, it only took a minute or two before we reached our final destination. Once there, several of the ladies stood and stared in silent awe at the grand beauty of the island's biggest waterfall. A thick, steady stream of water cascaded down the steep mountain face and into a shimmering pond, which emptied out into the ocean further below. The mountain itself was rich with green weeds, giving it a tropical appearance. In a word, it was majestic. Now, Lindsay and Trish both claimed that they wished they had brought their respective cameras along to capture the moment as well. I promised them that we would come back here in the very near future so they could do just that. Devon and Camille were aptly prepared, though, having brought their cellular telephones with them and were busy snapping photographs of the beautiful, stunning landscape. All of the ladies wore swimsuits or bikinis underneath their clothing, so they soon stripped down and jumped into the beautiful, chest-deep pond. The water was obviously very theraputic and relaxing to them after such a long hike to get here. Devon made an immediate move toward the heavy falls, where she allowed herself to bask in the cascading rush of water. Lindsay and Camille soon got the same idea and joined the 27-year-old there as well. As for myself, I sat on the rocky ledge and smiled as Pamela, Trish and Amy all got into a water-fight with one another. It sure was a sight to watch them squeal and giggle as they blindly splashed water on each other. Soon, Lindsay waded over and joined the playful fight as well. She centered most of her splashing efforts on Trish. Trish grabbed Lindsay's bare shoulders and dunked her head underwater several times in succession. Each time she came up for a breath, Lindsay would grunt and squeal that revenge would soon be exacted upon Trish for this. The Canadian did not seem to take her seriously, however, as she continually dunked Lindsay's head underwater. Of course, all of this was done in a very fun and safe kind of way. I got the sense from watching them together thus far that Trish would never do anything to harm Lindsay in the slightest way possible. In an unexpected move, Pamela laughed as she literally jumped on the back of Trish's shoulders. This caused Trish to fall underwater as well, and then Lindsay used the golden opportunity to relentlessly splash away once Pamela allowed her to re-surface. Amy stood back and smiled warmly at the exchange, while Devon and Camille were still underneath the constant sheet of oncoming water on the other side. Soon, Devon tore herself away from that prime location and made her way over to me. She was joined at her side by Amy, and the two ladies suggested that I take a dip in the water with them. I politely declined, though, saying I had left my swimming trunks back at the mansion. I even said that I was happy to just sit back and watch all of the girls enjoy their time in the water. Amy and Devon glanced at one another for a quick moment and smiled, then both reached out and grabbed my wrists, and pulled me into the basin with them. I was surprised, but really should not have been. Both ladies giggled with pure delight as I flopped about in the water. I was not angry at them, of course, but I was a bit worried about my hiking boots. I had worn my best pair, but now they were soaked and most likely ruined. Ahhhhh ... the steep price(?) I had to pay for being the only man amongst six gorgeous ladies. Undaunted, I returned their splashes with some of my own. Pamela snuck up from behind me and jumped on my back as well, but I did not allow her to submerge me underneath the water. "Get him!" Pamela then screamed, and soon all of the ladies were tugging at various portions of my body. I was no match for the entire group. Thus, I was dunked (cruelly, too). We stayed at the splendid waterfall location for another hour or so - just frolicking and playing around with each other. The hike back to the mansion was obviously much less taxing, since the majority of it was downhill. I was somewhat surprised that everyone had gone through my vast assortment of chocolate power bars and snacks, and was now feeling a tad hungry myself. But oh well ... I would rather be hungry instead of having one of the girls feel that way. Their needs were far more important to me than my own. Upon our return to the mansion, I agreed to convene with the ladies yet again at 7:00pm for dinner. I reminded them that our nightly meal would always take place at this particular time. Then, I ventured off to my private suite, knowing it was time for a long and relaxing whirlpool bath. I had been through a lot over the past 24 hours, and it felt quite refreshing to have the opportunity to rest my tired, aching muscles in the hot, steamy water. - After I was done with my hour-long dip in the whirlpool bathtub, I stepped out and dried off, then returned to my adjacent personal suite. Curious about the ladies and what they were up to (as I always was), I strolled over to the nearby voyeur room and took a seat at its control panel. Much to my delight, only one of the surveillance monitors in front of me was currently active. Meaning, of course, that all of the ladies were together in the same place since the system was triggered with the use of motion detectors. That particular place was none other than the indoor pool-house, which was found underneath the glassed-in portion of the roof. The swimming pool there - 24x60 in dimension - featured an underwater music system and a black bottom floor with 2,250 fiber optic lights installed, giving the illusion of a clear, brilliant evening sky. Swimmers could also dive underneath a glass wall and emerge outdoors by the terrace. The view from there, overlooking the untamed forest and the picturesque beach further beyond, was simply astonishing. I rarely had to do anything with this pool, or the one located outdoors, in terms of maintenance since both were equipped with automated cleaning systems. In fact, the automated cleaning systems for both pools were the best that money could buy. Obviously, it was a nice luxury to have. All I had to do was flip a switch, and the pools would be totally clean and crystal-clear about 45 minutes later. Getting back to the topic at hand, all of the ladies - Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, Devon and Camille - were currently enjoying one of the many features that the indoor pool offered. Specifically, they were playing volleyball. With a heavy duty nylon net installed on the shallow end of the pool, I reclined back within my chair here inside the voyeur room as I watched the ladies play what seemed to be a carefree and jovial game of water volleyball. Trish, Lindsay and Devon appeared to be on one team, with the lovely trio of Pamela, Amy and Camille comprising the other. All of the ladies were still wearing the same bikinis they had on during our earlier adventure up at the waterfall. It was most definitely a wondrous sight to witness the likes of Pamela and Camille, with their massive 38d-sized breasts bouncing and flopping about underneath their bikini tops, as they exerted themselves in the volleyball game. The same could be said for Devon, Trish and Amy, all of whom sported proud D-cups as well (although none were quite as large and majestic as were Pamela and Camille's). But the most amazing vision of all was undoubtedly the young and docile Lindsay, with her humble and modest figure (at least compared to the others here) in a simple red bikini swimsuit. With her tight, little body on display, the 18-year-old princess looked even MORE like a high school freshman or sophomore than she usually did. Of course, the aura that constantly surrounded Lindsay - that of still being an untouched virgin - was a big attraction for me. It would be for any man who was lucky enough to be in my position. Since Lindsay was obviously the youngest and most freshly scrubbed of all of the girls, I caught several of the others stealing quick peeks of her as she frolicked about during the game of water volleyball. Many (if not all) of them were attracted to her. It would be easy for me to anoint Lindsay as the most beautiful woman of the entire group as well, but I was not quite ready to do that just yet (not with Pamela and Devon around). I had not made up my mind on that just yet. Still, Lindsay was a gorgeous little thing. Imagine that sweet, toothy smile of hers wrapped around my willing shaft, sucking and slurping it to the very root. Oh my ... a series of wicked chills just went down my spine! I had the sudden urge to whip my cock out of my trousers and begin stroking as my wide, lecherous eyes soon became solely focused on Lindsay. How many people in Lindsay's life had the privilege of seeing her in a tiny bikini like the one she was wearing right now? How many people had seen Lindsay this close to being totally nude? It got to the point where I used my hidden cameras to zoom in and totally concentrate on Lindsay and whatever movements she made in the pool. Could I be developing an obsession here? Oh dear God ... the sight of Lindsay in her little swimsuit and the vivid thoughts it conjured up within my mind sent me to the very brink of erotic madness. I soon fell over that proverbial ledge, as my cock exploded and left a thick, heavy helping of sperm on my wrist in the aftermath. Too bad those juices weren't blazing a new trail down Lindsay's throat! Now feeling light-headed and mentally exhausted, I settled even further into the chair and took a deep, ragged breath. Oh ... I would give anything to be the one who is blessed with taking that girl's virginity. Anything at all! "But Trish is the one who deserves her," I said out loud, to no one inparticular, here in the voyeur room. In a way, at least, I kind of hoped Trish would be the one who actually got to take Lindsay's virginity. Oh, I wanted the opportunity - yes, indeed. It would be the chance of a lifetime for me. This scenario would assuredly never present itself to me again. A 39-year-old man (or even older, as the years go by) hooking up with an 18-year-old virgin? How often does that happen in today's society? Truth be told, though, Trish was the proper choice here. She clearly had Lindsay's best interests at heart, and looked at her as a person (and possible long-term companion) the same way I did Pamela. Trish was head-over-heels in love with Lindsay and, as a result, deserved to be the one more than any other. Not only that, but Lindsay seemed to be most comfortable and at ease when Trish was with her. It was a truly perfect fit; a match made in Heaven. Although I was fine in admitting that (and even wanting it to happen), it did not stop me from continuing to dream and fantasize about getting my devious clutches into Lindsay before anyone else could. It was her choice, though. - Once it was time for dinner, all of the ladies met up with me in the formal dining room and purred with hungry delight as Louisa, the housekeeper, wheeled out the cart of steaming food and prepared to serve it to all of us. She had fixed two different casseroles - one chicken and the other turkey, with sides of oven-baked garlic bread and pumpkin muffins. Trish, Lindsay, Devon and Camille chose the chicken casserole, while Pamela, Amy and yours truly opted for the turkey. The food smelled absolutely delicious! We all thanked Louisa, who dutifully meandered back into the kitchen with her cart and promised to bring our drinks right out. As could be expected, the meal was wonderful. Louisa really was the best cook in the whole, wide world. Island Fever Ch. 03 Because Louisa was so old (and had an aching back), I did my best to help her out whenever possible. One thing which was very common for me to do, as I mentioned in the previous chapter, was to take care of the clean-up after every single meal. It was the least I could do for Louisa, considering what a wonderful, quality job she had always done for me. Honestly, I loved doing dishes. When I was still in high school - which seemed like several eons ago despite the fact I was only 39 - I worked at a fast-food restaurant (Kentucky Fried Chicken, to be precise) and washed dishes there every single night. Although this chore was a pet-peeve of many, I was the exact opposite. For whatever reason, I loved it. I have always been a little out-of-the-ordinary. Of course, I should also point out that many of the girls volunteered to take care of the dishes themselves once they learned that I did not want Louisa to do any of the clean-up, preferring to handle it myself. Amy, Devon and Camille were quite adamant in wanting to wash the dishes. My best guess as for the reason why they wanted to help out was that they were thinking of ways to get on my good side. None of them, of course, knew what the criteria was for taking home the $500,000 grand prize at the end of these six weeks. Amy, Devon and Camille - inparticular - were trying their best to be overly helpful with me. I do not know if the money possibilities were foremost on their minds, or if they were truly good people who simply wanted to help. Or, perhaps most likely, it was a combination of both. However, I told each of them to go off and do their thing. I even referred to the dishes as a sacred ritual - and no one on the island was to wash them except for me. I also informed those three ladies, as well as Pamela, Trish and Lindsay, that I did not want them to do any chores while they were on this island of mine. I wanted them to be tidy and pick up after themselves, but I was not going to require any actual chores. They were my guests. What type of host requires his or her guests to do chores? Perhaps some would, but I was definitely not one of them... - "Is everything okay?" Startled by that unexpectant voice, I quickly glanced over to the side - toward its origin - and was rewarded with the sight of the very captivating and vivacious Devon. I shook my head as if to clear the cobwebs, then offered her quite the dumbfounded expression. Why had Devon asked me that? "Everything okay?" I countered. "Everything is fine." "Oh," she said, stepping toward me. "Well, the reason I asked is because it looks like you just lost your best friend, or something. Are you sure everything is okay? You ... you look kind of ... sad." The time was 8:15pm when Devon had approached on this peaceful and breezy Tuesday evening as I sat just outside the mansion, by the infinity-edged swimming pool. After taking care of the dishes moments earlier, I decided to come out here to relax and unwind for a bit. I had been thinking about the past 24 hours, and what the next six weeks had in store for not only me, but the girls as well. The possibilities were truly limitless. I was a bit confused, though, as to Devon's remark toward me. I looked as if I had just lost my best friend? I looked sad? All I could figure was that she must have caught me in a very weird moment in regards to my facial expression and/or body language. I truly felt nothing but good vibrations. What possible reason did I have to feel even the slightest hint of negativity at this exact moment in time? I smiled and stood up to meet Devon as she stepped closer to me. "Oh ... yeah. Actually, I was just thinking. Have a couple of things going on in my mind right now." Devon looked curious. "What were you thinking about?" "Doesn't matter," I responded, reaching out and grasping her right hand with my very own. Indeed, I was becoming a bit more bold in my dealings with some (but not all) of the ladies. With Devon, it was easy. I already knew that she was attracted to me for some strange, odd reason. "The only thing that matters is that you are here now," I told her. I quickly learned that I was not quite as bold as Devon, however, as she giggled and then slipped her arms around my body for a brief, but warm embrace. Though merely simple and friendly, the hug added to my positive emotions. "How are you doing?" I asked once she pulled away and stepped back from me. "How was dinner?" "Just fine, Jeremy," she smiled. "Just fine. And you? How are you?" "Wonderful." The primary reason for that, of course, was because I found myself with Devon right now. Strange as it may sound, but Devon's mere presence had made me temporarily forget not only about Pamela, but the proclamation I made to myself just hours earlier that she was basically the woman I had been searching for throughout my entire life. I was falling into a pattern; a cycle, here. It seemed as if whichever lady I had the most recent contact with - verbal or physical - was my new favorite and the one that I wanted to settle down with and commit to. Before any of the women had even stepped foot on the island and met me face-to-face, Trish was my favorite. She seemed to be, for lack of a better term, the coolest of them all. Trish was very positive and forthcoming, and I could easily sense that in the many telephone and video conference chats we shared before her arrival. I truly enjoyed my discussions with her more than any of the others. Then, yesterday happened. With all of the ladies finally here, I swung back-and-forth like a pendulum. Originally, I liked Pamela the most. Then it was Lindsay, Amy, Devon ... back to Amy again. Today, my new favorite was Pamela. The thoughts I had about Lindsay earlier were really starting to consume me and push her to the head of the proverbial class. Now? I was alone with Devon. Suddenly (at least for the time being), no one else really mattered. Devon was first and foremost on my mind. This was not a good cycle to be in. It was certainly not healthy or productive at all. I had six weeks to make a proper decision, and even though this was just day number two, the clock was ticking. I took a moment to study Devon from head to toe. I soon wished that I could have taken a year instead. The 27-year-old enchantress from Pennsylvania wore a sleeveless yellow top that was not only extremely bright in color, but also ended several inches below her midriff. In addition, Devon had on a pair of matching yellow shorts which did an excellent job of highlighting her firm, tanned legs. Much like the top, Devon's shorts were a very tight and clingy fit. To complete her outfit, she wore a pair of white sneakers and matching socks rolled down to her ankles. Mere words could never accurately describe just how good Devon looked in that popsicle color of yellow. The shape and contour of her large breasts - hidden beneath the tight, adhering fabric of her sleeveless top - looked titillating. Ditto for her ass, which appeared so very taut and ripe underneath the flashy exterior of those yellow shorts. "Can I tell you something that you already know?" "What?" the blonde inquired. "You look ... fabulous." "Oh ... thank you, Jeremy!" She closed the short distance between us and placed a hand on my wrist. "Actually, you are JUST the man that I am looking for." "I'm the only man here." Devon giggled again. "That's true. But I wanted to ask for a big favor - if you would get me a bicycle out of the storage shed. You said there are plenty locked up in there, right? I haven't rode a bike in ten years." "You want to go on a bike ride?" Devon gave me a military salute. "Yes sir." I held up a single finger and grinned, "One condition." "What's that?" "Let me go on the bike ride with you," was my request, as I stood up from the chair. "That is, if you don't mind me tagging along. Maybe we could make it a little date?" "A date?" Devon beamed. "I'd love that." "As would I," were my words, as I chuckled to myself. I got Devon to agree to go on a date with me out of nowhere. What part of my reserved, shy being had that request come out of so effortlessly and flawlessly? I was really starting to open up with all of these ladies around, and that was good. I would need to open up more over the coming days and weeks. I reached out and placed my hand on the back of Devon's right shoulder. I gave a little nudge, then motioned for her to walk with me toward the exit of the outdoor pool area. When she did, I tilted my head and gazed at her as we slowly strolled along. "You haven't taken a bicycle ride in ten years, Miss Devon? How can that possibly be?" Devon shrugged her shoulders. "It's a lot easier to drive a car, I guess. I was always too busy with going to college and then, after that, my job." "Not near as fun to drive a car, though," I told her. "I take a bike out and go riding every week. I have for years." Once we reached the pool gate, I slipped ahead of Devon and opened it for her. "Do you have any particular idea where you want to go? I have all sorts of bicycles - free-ride, racing, sport, hybrids ... others. Where do you want to ride?" "I was thinking of the access roads, but I wouldn't mind hitting the dirt trails in the forest, too. We have a little time before it gets dark. Maybe an hour or so." I nodded my head. "A mountain bike sounds good for you." After fetching the master set of keys from my pocket, I escorted the lovely Devon over to the storage shed located adjacent from the mansion and unlocked its door. I flipped on the overhead lamp and debated within my mind which bicycle would be the best bet for Devon. Ultimately, I suggested the Litespeed Unicoi XTR, a bicycle designed for mountainous, rugged terrain. It was a smaller frame model, thus making it perfect for a woman of Devon's stature. I chose a similar ride for myself in perhaps my favorite bicycle of all, the Cannondale Scalpel 3000. It was very light-weight (only 19.15 pounds) and was the fastest bicycle that I had ever rode on my entire life. One of nine bicycles that I owned specifically for myself - no one else could ride these - the Cannondale Scalpel 3000 was my choice whenever I felt like trekking throughout the forest. I offered Devon a helmet and pair of trail gloves, then filled up our respective water bottles at the sink. Finally, it was time to hit the road. After I locked the shed, Devon and I hopped onto the pair of bicycles and were ready to venture out into the wild blue yonder. Aside from Kristanna (again, my friend from Norway who would hopefully be on the island in a day or two - she was having passport issues), this would be the first time that I had some company on a bicycle ride in several years. I was going to enjoy myself. "Do you remember how to ride a bike?" I asked Devon, as she wobbled about and seemed to struggle with her balance. Teasing her, I added, "Need some training wheels? I think I have some somewhere ... from when my niece was younger." "Oh, I'll be okay," Devon assured me, only needing a few seconds to steady herself and feel comfortable, and at ease. "There. You never forgot how to ride a bike, Jeremy." This living, breathing aphrodisiac of a woman shot quickly ahead of me on the road. "Hey ... this thing rides like a dream!" "It should, considering how much it cost," I yelled back. - The smell of over-ripe guava was in the air, while fading sunlight pierced the forest canopy and danced on the flora all around us as Devon and I carefully negotiated our way on the bicycles through ginger patches and blooming orchids. An opening in the thick vegetation provided a stunning view of the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean, contrasting with the many shades of green. Overhead, colorful native birds fluttered about from tree to tree while singing their lovely melodies of joy. With a cool breeze in my face and the sun upon my back, this was island living at its very best. These lush slopes on the southwestern side of the island harbored many miles of dirt track that eventually gave way to volcanic cinder road. Soon, the path was leading us up a hill that became quite arduous to pedal. Thus, Devon and I found ourselves walking the bicycles instead of riding them. I could have made it up this hill when I was younger, but my back was not in the greatest shape nowadays. I was not going to push myself too far. There was no need to risk an injury. "Does this trail lead to any particular place?" "The cliffs are just up ahead," I told Devon in response. "I think that you will enjoy the view they offer." "I don't doubt you," she commented. "I haven't found one thing about this island of yours that doesn't fascinate or astound me. The mansion and all of the many gadgets you have in it, the beaches, the ocean, the forest ... everything. Everything! It's all fascinating." "I am glad that you are enjoying your time here." "Tell me about yourself," was her quiet request. "How long have you lived here on the island?" "A long time, 17 years." I frowned for a brief moment and reiterated, "Yeah ... really long time." "And you have always stayed here by yourself?" I nodded and replied, "Yes, pretty much. Louisa lives and works here with me, off and on, whenever I have company - whether that be you girls, my family or a good friend of mine named Kristanna. Remember? I mentioned her earlier during our hike. She left that message on the boulder." "I remember," Devon countered, turning her head to look up at me. "Didn't you say that she was coming here, too?" "Yes dear, she is. Hopefully sooner rather than later. She is having some sort of problem with her passport in her home country. Kristanna really helped me plan and set up everything here for you and the other girls. It is really killing her that she isn't here with us right now. I spoke to her on the telephone earlier today for about an hour. Kristanna cannot wait to get here, and meet everyone." "I don't have to ask if she is pretty or not. With a name like that, she HAS to be pretty. Can I ask what type of name that is? Is it foreign? I really like that name." "Yes, Kristanna is originally from Norway," I responded. "That is what the secret message was written in - Norwegian. Anyway, besides my family, she is the one who has visited me the most. I've known her for about four years now. As a matter of fact, Kristanna has actually visited me MORE times here on the island than my family has. Many more times. Keep in mind that it is a mighty, mighty long trip for her." "Where are you from, originally?" Devon wondered. "Me, I have spent my whole life in boring, old Pennsylvania." "Ohio." "Really? Did you grow up in Ohio?" "No," I answered, shaking my head. "Well, kind of. My father was transferred to New Jersey when I was in the seventh grade. So I was uprooted and lived there, with him and my mother, until I graduated from high school. Then he was transferred again, and we all moved to Los Angeles. After leaving home, I spent some time in Oregon on my own." "You've lived on this island for 17 years, right? That means you were 22 when you moved here?" "Yes. I bought this island from a private developer in April of 1996. It was just a big chunk of barren land back then. Some business associates of mine thought I should turn it into an exclusive, high-rent resort, but I had different ideas. I wanted it strictly for myself. I had the mansion and all of the other man-made things, such as the pool, rock fountains and athletic complex - along with everything else - built from scratch. This is all my idea." Devon took a deep breath and smiled. "Let me say you did a wonderful job. How could you possibly afford everything?" I smiled at her and replied, "Money is not an issue for me, dear. It hasn't been since I was 20." "What happened when you were 20?" "I really rather not go into any specifics about my money and career just yet," were my words. "I've learned over the years that money - especially lots of it - can ruin chances of a possible relationship. I rather get to know you first, Devon, and vice-versa, before talking about my money." "I can live with that," she purred, placing the side of her face on my shoulder as we continued to walk our bicycles along the steep, narrow path. "A possible relationship, huh? Have you ever had the feeling, Jeremy, that someone was SO right for you?" The image of Pamela immediately popped into my mind - she was still technically my number one - as Devon continued, "I mean ... so AMAZINGLY right?" When the blonde increased her grip on my arm, my eyes suddenly went wide in response. I realized that Devon was talking about me! I was the someone who was so right for her? So amazingly right? My body tingled at the mere idea. Devon had dropped a series of powerful hints concerning her feelings for me since the dinner reception last evening. First it was the unexpectant kiss on my cheek, followed by the bold proclamation that I was already her favorite. And today, she offered me another gentle kiss while complimenting me on the thorough job I had done in preparing the island for not only her, the other female guests as well. During our earlier hike to the waterfall - when all of the ladies tagged along - it seemed as if every single time that I looked at Devon, her eyes were trained solely on me. I even got the sense that she could not stop looking at me... I was starting to piece the puzzle together. Did Devon feel the same way about me as I supposedly did about Pamela? Or, felt about Pamela immediately following our sexual encounter earlier this afternoon? Was she in love with me? When it became quite obvious that I would not answer her question - if I ever had the feeling that someone was so amazingly right for me - Devon purred and snuggled her face even tighter on my arm. She seemed to be very happy being this close to me. I have to admit that I enjoyed being so close to her as well. Any normal man would be. "Do you ever go to the beach in Pennsylvania?" I asked, wanting to break the silence between us. I could not think of anything else to say. Being so incredibly close to the ocean now, it was a good, fail-safe topic on my part. "Sometimes," she answered. "They are always so crowded when the weather is nice, though, so I usually just decide to stay away. Plus, I was always busy with work." "Work can be a downer," I chuckled. "I really don't like the beaches back home, anyway," she said. "The water is polluted, people are out in droves and, believe it or not, my body in a bikini seems to attract the guys. I get hit on every single time that I go there." "NOOOOO!" I huffed, insinuating (in a playful tone) that she was lying to me. "You get hit on? Gee, I wonder why?" Devon shook her head in an equally playful manner as we walked our bicycles up the pathway. Soon, the two of us would reach the cliffs overlooking the water. "I have become very picky and selective when it comes to guys as I have gotten older - especially after I broke up with my last boyfriend, Barrett. I am not going to allow myself to get involved with someone like him ever again. And to be honest, I have never really liked guys approaching me ... guys hitting on me. I like to be the instigator." "You have obviously been the instigator with me." Devon nodded her head. "Precisely. You meet all of the qualifications that I look for in a man, Jeremy. That is difficult to do because, as I said, I am really picky. I can be, for lack of a better term, really anal when it comes to dating and relationships." "Oh? What qualifications do you look for?" Devon smiled. "I realized long ago that no one person - man or woman - is perfect, so what I look for is the right man for me. I want a man who is very honest and caring. I am honest myself, you know, so it has to work both ways. I also want a man to be very compassionate and romantic, kind, loving ... one who has a good sense of humor. Romance is VERY important to me. I also want a man who loves animals." Island Fever Ch. 03 "This island is a zoo," I grinned, referring to all of the many pets that Kristanna and I cared for. "It also helps if the man is incredibly sexy," Devon said in a peppy, cheerful voice, gaining my full attention in the process. I still thought of myself as a normal, ordinary man in terms of physical appearance and build. Living in solitude for 17 years can do that to you. Devon, however, thought I was sexy. I was temporarily speechless. Not only speechless, but my mind was drawing a blank as well. "So ... you see, Jeremy? You meet up with all of my many qualifications. You are fun, charming, honest and sincere, very romantic. At least, you seem like a romantic. You are also very, very respectful, and I like that as well. And you are incredibly sexy, too!" I shook my head in a vigorous manner. "I agree with you on your assessment of me, except for the very last part. I never thought that I was anything more than the average..." "Believe it," Devon interjected, her blue eyes glowing with adoration, her voice sincere, as she looked over at me. "You are a sexy man. What you need to do, Jeremy, is cheer up and give yourself a little more credit than what you do." The 27-year-old goddess emphasized her point by grasping my right hand with her left as we continued walking our bicycles up the cinder trail. "Pamela thinks you are sexy, too. So does Trish, Lindsay, and especially Amy." "They told you this?" I asked, stunned. "We talk, Jeremy," she replied. "All of us girls talk. We kind of have a sorority thing going on here between us. Lindsay seems to look at you as a father figure for her. A very sexy father figure, at that." "Really?" Needless to say, that caught me a bit off-guard. "Really!" "You named everyone except for Camille..." "Camille is still holding back for some reason," Devon informed me. "She is still not ready to put her faith and trust in you like the rest of us have. Camille still finds it difficult to believe that you are paying us all this money to come here and simply spend the summer with you." Devon shrugged her shoulders and added, "But she is coming around, though. Slowly but surely, Camille is coming around." "Trish thinks that I am sexy, too?" Devon nodded her head in response. "She certainly does." "Trish has actually noticed me with Lindsay around?" Devon giggled. "Trish likes you, Jeremy. I know that Trish is totally focused and zeroed-in on Lindsay, but the girl is not blind. Trish likes you a lot." Devon shrugged her shoulders and added, "I mean ... is there anything NOT to like about you? If there is, we haven't found it yet." Suddenly feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, a wide smile came to my face and stayed there for several seconds. It felt wonderful to receive such an added boost of positive reinforcement about myself from a woman as beautiful and as charming as Devon. And the others (with the possible exception of Camille) felt the same way about me? That I was a good-looking and handsome man? Lindsay too? The girl even looked at me as a father figure for her? Wait a minute! Should I take that as a compliment or not? "Well, you already know that I think you are incredibly sexy as well," I told Devon, running my thumb across the back of her fingers as we held hands. She smiled at me as I kept talking, "Everything about you is perfect." "No one is perfect, Jeremy," Devon corrected me. "You are." Devon grinned, but shook her head. "One who looks for a soul-mate without faults will have none." My eyebrows raised at her insightful words. "That's an old saying, Jeremy. It means if you search for perfection and settle for nothing less, you will search forever and never find it. I realized that many years ago. No one is perfect." Devon rolled her head about in a dreamy fashion and gave me a quirky look. "But you are as close to perfection as I've found in a man." Now feeling light-headed, with my heart fluttering and my spine tingling with emotion, I recounted Devon's kind words within my mind several times in succession. This was simply incredible to me. I look at how energized and alive that I felt right now compared to just two days ago, and there is no comparison. I owed all of it to these lovely ladies! Their mere presence was having a profound effect on me... "Oh wow!..." Devon gushed, suddenly awestruck, as she dropped her bicycle and ran over to the edge of the cliff. We had finally reached our destination. The awesome scenery and a kaleidoscope of landscapes atop this 818-foot windswept perch had, quite obviously, caught Devon's appreciative eyes. With clean air and the pristine ocean below, it was easy for Devon to drink in the freshness of panoramic views. Lush gulches and mountains extended in several directions, with the sheer, green cliff wall directly beneath her dropping into brilliant turquoise waters. "Look!" Devon exclaimed, suddenly hopping about, as she pointed toward something off in the distance. "LOOK!" "What is it?" I asked, rushing to her side. "It's a Humpback Whale!" Still pointing, Devon soon began hopping and bouncing again. "Oh look ... a baby whale, too! It must be a mommy whale and her baby!" Devon was obviously excited - and for good reason. I stood beside her and admired the majestic sight of a mother Humpback and a lone calf hundreds of feet below us, basking and gliding about just beneath the surface of the ocean. Squealing with delight, Devon clapped her hands together when the larger whale sprang completely out of the water and arched its massive torso, then dove right back in head-first. The mother whale then floated upon its side and extended its pectoral fin skyward for several seconds, before traveling into the depths of the ocean and eventually disappearing. The younger whale, of course, followed its mother. "Oh ... come back!" Devon whined, now clutching my wrists with both of her hands. "Please come back, mommy whale and baby whale! I want to watch you two play some more!" "Probably just came up for a breath or two," I speculated. "It is strange to see a Humpback Whale in this part of the Pacific, though. Usually, they are in the waters between Hawaii and Alaska. Maybe those two strayed?" "Awwwww..." Devon frowned, now resigned to the fact that the two whales were indeed gone. "Have you seen any other whales in the waters here over the years, Jeremy?" "A couple of Humpbacks," I nodded. "Mostly, the ones around here are Blue, Southern Right and Sperm whales." Devon was giggling. "SPERM WHALES? Are you serious?" I caught onto her joke and was laughing as well. "Yes, Sperm whales. I'm not making that up." I offered her a peculiar look. "You've never heard of Sperm whales?" She shook her head. "No, I sure haven't. You're not kidding, huh? Do you know where they get their name from?" "I think they produce some sort of wax substance which comes out of their blowhole," was my best guess. "I am sure that you have read Moby Dick, right?" She nodded as I added, "Moby Dick, in the book, was a Sperm whale." "I haven't read that book since I was like nine or ten," Devon countered. "Back then, I had no reason to think anything of the term SPERM whale. Otherwise, I am certain that I would have remembered it." She giggled again. "It makes sense, though. Moby Dick being a Sperm whale ... dick, sperm ... get it? A substance out of its blowhole? It's all starting to make perfect sense, actually." "Don't go getting naughty on me now," I grinned. When Devon took her bicycling helmet off and tossed it to the ground, I smiled at her again. "You like the views atop this cliff, huh? It will be dark soon, but we can find our way back to the mansion quite easy regardless. I know every inch of this island. Want to stay here for a while?" "If you don't mind." "Not at all. Not at all..." I retrieved Devon's water bottle from her bicycle and gave it to her. As she took a healthy swig, I reached out and grasped her free hand. "You have to admit something, dear." "What's that?" "This island sure beats living in Pennsylvania." Devon laughed. "Or anywhere else!" She gazed out at the tropical paradise before her. "This place is like a dream. It's like a postcard come to life." I bravely slid behind Devon and wrapped both of my arms around her waistline. I offered her a little squeeze and placed my chin on the top of her right shoulder. "You are what is like a dream, Devon. Not this island ... but you." Instead of replying verbally, Devon simply let out a content, pleasurable moan and covered both of my hands at her stomach with her own. As she gazed out at the ocean, I planted a series of angel kisses on the exposed portion of her neck. Devon wiggled her hips for a brief moment, then jutted her shapely ass onto my pelvis in a playful manner. That subtle move caused my cock to twitch with excitement. Glancing over her shoulder at me, Devon reached back with her left hand and gently massaged my shaft through the shorts that I had on. Giggling again, Devon pecked the tip of my nose with a kiss. "The best part of this island, Jeremy, is you." She shook her and then cooed, "Without a doubt." I placed one hand on her hip and the other across her left breast, cupping and kneading it through the skin-tight yellow top which she wore. "You're so gorgeous. I ... I don't know if I've ever met anyone more beautiful than you." Still looking over her shoulder at me, I sought Devon's lips with my own and the two of us shared a very deep and slow-moving, languid kiss. When it was over, I peppered various spots, including her eyes, eyebrows, nose, cheeks and forehead with a series of light, loving kisses. Soon, my right hand slid upward and found a big, luscious breast. It joined my left hand as I now eagerly groped and mauled Devon's breasts. I could definitely get used to this. I released my grip on Devon's body when she began to wiggle and squirm about. Gazing directly into my eyes, the 27-year-old enchantress then latched her hand onto my wrist and slowly guided me away from the edge of the cliff. Soon, she removed her bicycling gloves and tossed them elsewhere. Her water bottle was now a distant memory, too. I gulped my throat and sighed with pure arousal as Devon closed the distance between us and pressed her awesome body against mine in a suggestive manner. Next a growl emanated from me as Devon once again found the pulsating lump in my shorts with her right hand. She immediately began stroking. "I want you, Jeremy," the gorgeous vixen purred, her voice soft and sensuous. "I want you right now." Devon paused for a moment, her eyes trained on my face, then pressed her lips to mine and kissed me in the most tender of fashions. Yet within my body, it felt as if a series of earthquakes and subsequent aftershocks were taking place. I was attracted to Devon so very much! I wanted to luxuriate and revel in that remarkable body of hers. God, I said inwardly. Her mouth tasted wonderful through our kiss. "Hmmmmm..." Devon moaned, grinning, withdrawing her lips from mine for a brief second. She heightened the intensity on my cock, however, gripping and squeezing it roughly through the pair of cargo shorts that I wore. She offered me another kiss, then pulled back and studied my face for a moment. I am quite positive that Devon saw a look of unequaled lust in my eyes. She must have enjoyed it, too, because her lips were soon kissing mine again. "Oh God..." I groaned against our kiss, as she unbuttoned my shorts and dug her right hand down deep into them. A sudden rush of pleasure vibrated throughout my body as Devon then slid that hand into my briefs, and found the naked flesh of my throbbing cock. Devon busily frigged it while slipping her warm, soft tongue into my mouth for a taste. With her left hand, Devon grasped my right and pulled it toward one of her large, heavenly breasts. She placed my hand on it and offered a soft nudge, which instinctively caused me to cup and squeeze the full mound of flesh. "Hmmmmm ... that's it," Devon encouraged me. "Touch me, Jeremy." She rolled her head in circles and added, "You like touching me there? Do you like touching my breasts?" "God, yes!" I growled in response, my eyes wide and glazed over with total passion. "I love every single inch of you!" My senses were alive with emotion and desire. I wanted to sink myself into this woman so bad, and become lost in her. Just completely lost in her - and never find my way out. Everything about Devon seemed like a total fantasy to me. A fantasy that I never wanted to end! After another loving, tongue-filled kiss, Devon took a step back and offered me a playful smile. She then pecked my cheek with her lips and slinked her way down to my neck. Shivers resulted as she nibbled on the sensitive skin of my neck, her hand still frigging my erection. My hand, however, seemed to lose contact with her large breast. Then, I growled like a madman as Devon slowly but surely dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached upward and placed her right hand on my chest, then trailed it all the way down to my waist in a very teasing, sensuous manner. "I've been waiting for this very moment to happen ever since I first saw you," Devon swooned. She pulled my shaft out of my shorts and allowed it to wobble about in front of her adoring eyes. "I want to suck your cock so bad." "Oh God..." I moaned, as Devon latched onto my shaft with her right hand and squeezed it firmly. "I've never needed anyone in my life more than I need you right now," she added, an instant before opening her mouth and literally swallowing the full length of my cock into it. "You sexy thing..." I tossed my head back and moaned wildly as, after those words from Devon, she bobbed back-and-forth on my aching member, her delicate, savory tongue and mouth working my entire body into a hot, delirious frenzy. Perched on her knees atop this high-steeped cliff with panoramic views in every direction, Devon was absolutely ravenous and insatiable - her lush, velvety mouth gliding back-and-forth on my erection as if this were her first meal in days. Devon was like a wild animal! Sounds of pure passion and hunger were coming from deep within her throat as her blonde head continued on with its wicked, non-stop bobbing motion. Soon, I had to take a step back and lean against my propped-up bicycle. Without its support, I may have toppled over. There were many emotions running throughout my body at this moment in time. The only reason for that, of course, was because I was with Devon. The young woman gripped the base of my shaft with her right hand and squeezed it roughly, her pretty eyes flashing with burning desire as she withdrew my aching length from the confines of her mouth. Devon looked up at me and smiled warmly. Now, Devon seemed to realize that she had me curled around her finger. My body was about to burst in flames. "Oh yeah," Devon grinned, her hand now a blur as she frigged my erection. "Are you gonna cum for me, big boy? Are you gonna shoot it all over my face? Yes! Cum for me! Come on, Jeremy ... cum for me. Cum all over my face!" "OHHHHH!" I roared out in arousal, as the first jet of thick, gooey sperm erupted from within my shaft and landed across Devon's forehead. The second quickly followed, hitting her square in the nose. Devon then took my cock back into her mouth and sucked on it fiercely, coaxing the third and fourth explosions out in rapid-fire succession. It all happened so fast, but was thoroughly satisfying. "Hmmmmm," Devon growled, her lips still wrapped tightly around my shaft, as she squeezed every last ounce of sperm out of it with her hand. Finally, Devon withdrew my cock from her mouth and offered me yet another winning smile. The gobs of semen I had sprayed all over Devon's face had saturated it completely. Her face was covered with my wet, sticky juices, and she obviously enjoyed the feeling. I had NEVER seen a woman look quite this happy and vibrant because of something that I did for (or to) her. She was definitely floating high in the clouds right now. Devon then displayed her playful, teasing side yet again, this time slowly but surely lifting her little yellow top up, and over her head, before twirling it about with her hand and then tossing it to the side. Now topless, she smiled at me once again while saying, "Isn't this fun, Jeremy?" My eyes went wide and I nodded in response, but chose not to say anything as I gazed down at her. LOOK AT THAT BODY. That was now my only thought. That awesome body would look real nice nestled all snug and tight against me every night for the rest of my life. In my bed ... as my wife. YES! I moaned yet again as Devon soon slid her yellow shorts down her shapely hips and thighs, and eventually off. Her white G-string came next, and now this wicked vixen stood before me in nothing more than a pair of athletic sneakers. Devon had the enticing curves of a centerfold, which was quite fitting, because she could easily pose as one if the idea ever interested her. If you combine that body of hers to her angelic face, with its high cheekbones, lush mouth and truly hypnotic eyes, the end result would be a pure visual aphrodisiac. Devon was a work of sculpted art. Even more importantly than that, however, Devon obviously felt a deep attraction for me as well. I harbored similar feelings for her. How come it took us so long to meet up with one another? How come I wasted away for so many years in total isolation on this island, while Devon - who seemed to be an ideal match for me - was out there in the world? She had been waiting for me to rescue her from a bad job and unfulfilling life. Those thoughts flashed throughout my mind in this very wild moment of unadulterated passion. How come I did not meet Devon ten years ago? How come we weren't married with screaming children running around the house? Devon nodded her head at me and said, "I know what I want, Jeremy, and you're gonna give it to me." She then rose to her feet and turned her back to me. Now glancing over her shoulder one more time, Devon bent over ever-so-slightly at the waist, jutting her magnificent ass outward. She twitched her hips seductively, flaunting that ass for my appreciative eyes, and spoke in her most sultry, sexy tone, "Fuck me, Jeremy." A tremendous amount of life and energy suddenly forged its way into my cock. It was as if my shaft was a balloon, and it was being pumped full of air by a helium machine. Devon's words and actions were the primary reason for that, too. In fact, they were the sole reason. "Fuck me, Jeremy," the blonde purred, still glancing over her shoulder at me, her hips rolling and undulating in a slow, sizzling manner. "Come on ... fuck me. Put your cock in my pussy. Pound me with your cock! Do it! DO IT NOW!" That was it. With an animalistic growl, I stepped forward and latched onto Devon's hips with both hands, then thrusted my cock hard and fast into the silken depths of her little pussy. Devon tensed up for a brief moment, then placed both hands onto her kneecaps and held on tight, using them for support, before glancing over her shoulder at me yet again. "Fuck me, Jeremy!" she demanded. "FUCK ME NOW!" I did not need any further coaxing. My hips were already a blur as I hammered myself in-and-out of Devon at a very powerful, blazing rate of speed. And almost on cue, Devon began with a verbal tirade very similar to the one Pamela used earlier today while having sex with me in the library. "GOD, YES! YES! Fuck me! Fuck me! HMMMMM ... pound me with that big cock! Hurt me with it, Jeremy! Yes! FUCK YES! OH GOD YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, JEREMY! FUCK ME!" My whole body was seemingly in a different reality as I drilled Devon with every last ounce of strength I could muster. I could not believe, at this time at least, how I could have possibly survived without luxuriating in this voluptuous body of hers for as long as I had. How could I have lived 38 years without this woman in my life? Things would be so much better if we met each other long ago. Island Fever Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Burlesque Dear Applicant, Thank you for your interest in Project: Island Fever. My name is Jeremy and, as the overseer of this program, I am extremely pleased that you would like more information on spending six weeks of your life with me on the island that I call home in the South Pacific. To begin the application process, I respectfully request that you fill out the basic information sheet that you see below and mail it back to me by no later than December 31, 2012. If there are any questions that you prefer not to answer (or do not know the answer to), you may simply leave them blank. Once your basic information sheet is received, it will be evaluated and reviewed and, if it meets certain criteria, you will receive a more detailed application and accompanying questionnaire in the mail by no later than January 21, 2013. If you are one of the (only) six women who are ultimately chosen to take part in Project: Island Fever, you will be compensated for your time, effort and energy at no less than $100,000 USD. Much more information concerning compensation and what will be expected of you is available in the 19 page booklet that was also included in this mailing. If, for whatever reason, you are no longer interested in taking part in this project, simply discard this letter and do not respond. You will not be contacted/bothered again. I hope that you are interested, though, and that you take the time to fill out the following information sheet and send it back to me at the return address listed on the previous page. Remember, the deadline date is December 31, 2012! Thank you -- Jeremy [Last Name] Please answer the questions below in your own words: ------- FULL NAME: Devon Marie [Last Name] ADDRESS: [Street Address] [City Name], PA [Zip Code] HOME TELEPHONE: (835)xxx-xxxx CELL TELEPHONE: (835)xxx-xxxx E-MAIL ADDRESS: [Username]@gmail.com BIRTHDATE: 3/28/1986 ZODIAC SIGN: Aries WHERE BORN: Allentown, PA FATHER NAME: Dennis MOTHER NAME: Madeline BROTHERS AND SISTERS, NAMES AND AGES: Patricia - 30, Michael - 24, Seth - 22 PETS - WHAT KINDS AND NAMES: Three cats (Gizmo, Sassy and Jasmine) And a baby kitten - named BOO HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE?: Yes DID/ARE YOU ATTEND/ING COLLEGE?: Yes IF YES, WHERE?: Kutztown University (Kutztown, PA) ARE YOU STILL ATTENDING?: No DID YOU GRADUATE?: Yes (2008) COLLEGE DEGREE?: Yes - in Project Management EMPLOYED AS: Project Manager EMPLOYED WHERE: [Company Name] in Laureldale, PA LENGTH OF EMPLOYMENT: Four years MOST PREVIOUS JOB (IF ANY): Department store clerk -- PERSONAL STATISTICS -- HEIGHT: 5-3 COLOR HAIR: Blonde WEIGHT: 105 COLOR EYES: Blue SHIRT SIZE: Small DRESS SIZE: Small TROUSER, IN-SEAM: SHOE SIZE: 6-1/2 MEASUREMENTS: 34D-22-32 RING SIZE: -- FAVORITES -- ACTOR: Brad Pitt ACTRESS: Sarah Michelle Gellar SINGER: Richard Marx FOOD: French fries and burritos CITY: New York COUNTRY (OTHER THAN USA): ANIMAL: Cat FLOWER: Ginger CAR: Porsche 911 Cabriolet Carrera convertible TV SHOW: The X-Files MOVIE: 9-1/2 Weeks PERFUME: Giorgio COLOR: Hot Pink STYLE OF CLOTHES: Tight, cute, sexy FAVORITE EVENING ON THE TOWN (DESCRIBE IN DETAIL): I like to get dressed up and have dinner at a nice restaurant that takes a long time. Curling up with my man on the sofa and watching an old horror movie would be the perfect capper for the evening. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A MALE/FEMALE?: Honesty, responsibility, good looks, nice build and very loving. DESCRIBE YOUR CURRENT FANTASY IN DETAIL: I want to be a Playboy centerfold or a Penthouse Pet! j/k! Honestly, my fantasy is to meet the perfect man, fall madly in love with him and get married and eventually have a big, happy family. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Accidentally losing my bikini top while swimming at a public beach ... OOOPS! LIST SOME PREFERRED HOBBIES: Dancing, jet and snow skiing, swimming, bicycling, rollerblading, listening to music PLEASE GIVE A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOURSELF AS A PERSON: I am a very friendly and outgoing person. I enjoy meeting new people and I treat anyone who is good to me like pure gold. I love life in general and want the world to be a very happy and peaceful place. My ultimate dream is to always be happy and have a wonderful family of my own someday soon! ------- Ever since the time I had spent with her last evening at the cliffs overlooking the ocean, Devon was at the front and center of my mind. The mere thought of her - and the many, wondrous possibilities that may lie ahead for us if we indeed chose to pursue a relationship - had overtaken my senses. And why not? Everything about Devon seemed so very special. The time was 8:39am on this luxurious Wednesday morning when I found myself seated at the computer terminal here within the sanctuary of my private suite. I could not stop thinking about Devon. I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know everything there was to know about Devon. Thus, I had brought up a scanned image of the very first questionnaire Devon had filled out when inquiring about the island last year. Her cursive handwriting and its letters were big, round and bubbled, and very appealing to my eyes. I had read not only Devon's, but the questionnaires for all six of the ladies here on the island hundreds of times over the past five to six months. I never grew tired of them. I still found it difficult to believe that a woman so very heavenly and radiant - like Devon most certainly was - could have such a sudden interest in a normal, ordinary man like me. Even more surprising was the simple fact that Devon seemed to be extremely straightforward and direct with those feelings. She was not afraid to pull any punches. Never once had I thought of myself as a very desirable person in any sense of the imagination. Why would a woman such as Devon - who could literally have her choice of anyone - want to be with me? It did not make sense to me. Or perhaps I should give myself a little more credit? Maybe, but the many years of solitude here on the island had dulled and jaded my senses - as well as my confidence - beyond all reasonable proportions. No one could spend 17 years on a remote island with minimal contact from the rest of civilization - like I have - and not feel the way I do. I have my reasons for shielding myself from others. Still, it was time for me to accept the fact that Devon did harbor some very true and bona-fide feelings for me. I still may not understand why, but maybe I should not even concern myself with such negative thoughts anymore. The fact of the matter was that Devon already loved me. Isn't that what I have wanted throughout my entire life? Ever since Victoria, my ex-fiancee, left me standing at the altar some 19 years ago (and shattered the person that I am inside as a result), I have yearned for someone to share my life with. Could that someone turn out to be Devon? Telling someone (or blatantly insinuating, as Devon had) that you love them just a day or two after meeting for the first time probably would not be the smartest thing to do. However, I saw nothing wrong with having such feelings, even at an early relationship stage. I have certainly felt that way about others in the past. That is strictly my opinion, of course. Others may feel differently. The flip-side of Devon, of course, was Pamela. Did Pamela have those same type of feelings for me? Was Pamela in love with me, too? Certainly, Pamela was the one woman of the entire group whom I had focused the most amount of energy and attention on thus far. Pamela was still my favorite (if I allowed myself to have one), but Devon was a close second. Of course, I was not discounting Amy, either. Perhaps she had feelings for me as well? I certainly had feelings for Amy two nights ago, when she showed up at my door in her little blouse and miniskirt, and those awesome high-heels, and proceeded to tease me into bed like no woman ever had before. There were certainly good vibrations between Amy and yours truly yesterday morning when I was holding hands with her as we made our way to the breakfast table. At that moment, at least, we could have continued walking right to a wedding chapel, and I would have been forever happy. Lindsay? The emotion and the sheer, physical desire I felt for Lindsay was quickly careening out of control. Though I was more than twice her age (what a pain it is for me to admit that), could I envision myself one day settling down with Lindsay and having a family with her? What about Trish? Trish had been my favorite even before I met any of the ladies face-to-face. The conversations we shared together through various forms of chat (telephone, video, even text clients) always seemed to brighten my day in the time leading up to the ladies' arrival here on the island. Trish always seemed so peppy and lively, and nothing but raw, positive energy literally oozed from her. Perhaps the best way for me to describe Trish would be to say that she was more than a woman. She was beyond woman. Trish was, very simply, a chick. A very cool and likable chick who, if she so desired, could have the whole, wide world at her fingertips. But Trish was not selfish. The 30-year-old was very kind and giving; generally the type of sincere, genuine individual who typically only came around once in a lifetime. Could I allow Trish to slip through my grasp, and lose any possible chance of a relationship with her? Even more importantly, was Trish even interested in me? She was, for all intents and purposes, the exact opposite of me. Or, in other terms, this Maple Leaf beauty from Toronto was the type of person that I wanted to be. Others naturally gravitated toward Trish, even if they did not have the privilege of knowing her first. Her amicable, friendly demeanor drew me to her like a magnet. What better way for me to improve my general outlook on life than by aligning myself with the pure definition of zest and spirit? Trish seemed like the ideal match for me in every sense of the imagination, though our time together thus far been limited. Yes, there is a point I am trying to make with all of this rambling. This was just the ladies' third day on the island. They would be here for a total of 42 days. Thus, there was a voice inside my head asking me if I had jumped the gun, so to speak, a little too soon. Was it really smart to anoint any of these women as my hopeful bride just yet? All of them (Camille included) had traits and qualities that were near and dear to my heart. Devon even stated last evening that each of them (sans Camille) was attracted to me in some form or another. And who knows? As strange and as unpredictable as my life has been thus far, perhaps Camille would ultimately turn out to be the one for me? So, I came to the sudden conclusion that I was going to try and harness my emotions toward all of these girls - if just for a week or two. Oh, I would still get excited and rambunctious in their presence. I may even make myself look like a fool with the things I say or do in front of them. I would most certainly come across as too straightforward and rigid in certain circumstances. However, I was going to try my absolute best to refrain from hearing the wedding bells jingle in my head every single time after I had sex with one of these ladies. It was not healthy for me and, of much greater importance, it was not fair for me to give them any false pretenses. ------- My thoughts of over-analyzation were interrupted as a gentle knock came to the front door of my private bedroom. My shaft began to rustle about within my shorts as I wondered which of the ladies had decided to pay me an early morning visit. Could it be Amy? Perhaps a repeat of Monday night was in order? Did Amy require some more hard loving? If so, I was certainly more than willing to lend a helping hand. As things turned out, it was not Amy. That was not a bad thing, mind you, considering the person standing on the opposite side of the entranceway once I opened the door was none other than the vivacious and alluring Devon. Adorned in a classy, loose-fitting summer dress that went all the way down to mid-calf, Devon's blue eyes flashed as she offered me a friendly smile. The dress that she wore was a predominantly dark color, but had decorative, flower-print designs all over it. Devon looked absolutely beautiful. "Hi stranger!" "Why, hello Devon," I said in response. "What do I owe the pleasure of your company to this morning?" I looked at my wristwatch and noticed that it was 8:46am. Less than eight hours ago, Devon and I finally made our way back to the mansion after the bicycle ride that eventually turned into an after-hours hike. Of course, I could not forget the rip-roaring sexual encounter we shared in-between. Devon clutched both hands together at her stomach and looked down for an instant, while twirling a sandal-clad foot about upon the carpet. She then made eye contact with me and proclaimed, "I had a really fun time with you last night, Jeremy. I just ... I just wanted you to know that. I haven't had so much fun in a long, long time." I smiled at her. "It sure was an incredible evening. I had a wonderful time with you as well." Devon stepped closer and wrapped both arms around my body in a friendly, leisurely manner. She placed the side of her face upon my chest and held it there for several seconds, perhaps listening to the sound of my heartbeat. "I should have took you up on your offer last night, too." "Oh?" I countered, my hands now on her shoulders. Devon ended the embrace and looked directly up at me. "I should have spent the night with you here, in your room." "There will be other nights," I assured her. She shook her head and murmured, "I was thinking Camille would have been awake, waiting for me, in our guest room. She knew that I wanted to go out and do something with you last night. I was positive that she would have been there waiting ... wanting to know what happened between us." Devon paused for a moment, then continued, "That wasn't the case at all. Instead of Camille, I found Pamela in my room." "Pamela?" I said, confused. "What was she doing there?" Devon giggled. "Apparently, the story goes that Amy and Camille began drinking last night and got really, really tipsy and light-headed. They started making out with each other and were soon having wild, passionate sex. Because they were drunk, Pamela wanted no part of it. She left them in her and Amy's room, then snuck into the room I share with Camille and tried to get some sleep." Devon snickered again and added, "Pamela claimed that the sounds and screams each of them made kept her awake for more than an hour. In fact, Pamela said, things had just settled down between Amy and Camille about ten minutes before I showed up. So ... long story short, I shared a room with Pamela last evening." "Did you two ... talk at all?" Devon nodded her head. "For a bit, yes. I told her that you and I wound up going on a date, among other things." "Oh? What did she have to say about that?" The possible answer to that question worried me, and for good reason. Early that afternoon, Pamela and I had sex together in the library. We were making promises and insinuations of true commitment to each other all throughout. Hours later, Pamela learned, I was having sex with Devon underneath the brilliant fusion of the setting sun at dusk. Indeed, what was Pamela's response to that little tidbit of information? "She really didn't have anything to say," Devon replied. "I told her that we went on a bike ride. One thing led to another, I told her, and you and I wound up having sex." Devon snickered in a playful manner and added, "She did seem a bit jealous. I bet Pamela wishes that that it was her with you, instead of me." "Jealous, huh?" Hmmmmm. I wondered if Pamela would be angry at me. Would there be any sort of resentment? This was why I had to curb my emotions in relation to the ladies somewhat. I could not start envisioning my future bride every time I sunk my cock into one of them. Nor could I talk and strongly hint at the possibilities with them. It was not fair. I had, in essence, led Pamela on. "What about Trish and Lindsay?" Ahhhhh yes, Lindsay ... my sweet, little, wholesome, virgin girl. I was curious what her and her room-mate, Trish, had been up to. "Do you know if they did anything ... special ... last night?" Devon shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think so. Pamela told me that Lindsay was still feeling a bit of jet-lag from the airline flight here. She said that Lindsay went to bed around 9:45 or so. I guess Trish called it a night shortly thereafter. Both of them were fast asleep when I peeked in on them around two o'clock in the morning." Concerned, I found myself lost in thought for a moment or two. "If Lindsay isn't feeling better today, I am going to talk to a doctor friend of mine over in Peru and get her some specialized medication express delivered here." "I think she will be fine," Devon offered. "It was her first time ever on an airplane. All she needs is time. I bet Lindsay will feel a million times better today." "Let's hope so," I sighed. "How was your night?" Devon inquired, her blue eyes again flashing. My God, those eyes were so pretty... "It'd been much better if you were here to spend it with me, sweetheart. Instead, I had to spend it all alone." Devon reached out and placed her right hand upon my chest and even offered a tiny pout to boot. "Oh, you poor baby." I chuckled at her response. "Heh ... I was all right. I was so tired that I probably fell asleep 30 seconds after lying down on the mattress. I woke up... 20 minutes ago?" Her hand still upon my chest, I grasped it with one of my own and brought it to my lips for a gentle, whispery kiss. Those amazing eyes of hers were just beaming with delight. Devon looked so much at peace, so at ease, right now. "Mind if I hang out with you for a bit before breakfast?" was her simple request. "It's not even nine o'clock yet, and breakfast isn't until ten." "It would be my pleasure," I answered, stepping aside and motioning with my free hand for her to come into the suite. Devon strolled into the room and took a seat in a wicker chair near the big bed. "You told me a little about your past and your family last night, Jeremy. Tell me more?" "Ask me a specific question, and I will answer it." I sat down next to her and asked, "What do you want to know?" Devon thought things over for a brief moment, then nodded her head. "Talk to me about your dad, your mom..." "My father is age 74 and lives in Los Angeles with his girlfriend," I began. "He is in really good shape and wants to keep working, even though I wish he would have retired a couple of years ago so he could relax for a bit. He says he will keep working until his employer forces him to retire. He is the inventory manager for an automobile parts depot in California. He and my mother, who lives in Ohio, have been separated for 15 years. They got married in 1959. My mom was with him for so long that she does not want anyone new in her life. You cannot blame her for that. She is 72 and unlike my father, has a lot of physical problems." "Like what?" "Nothing life-threatening, thank God," I answered. "Just the wear and tear of 72 years. And the fact that she never had a job, never got any exercise. I know she takes like eight or nine different types of medicine every single day. But she seems to be doing good." "Pamela was saying that you have brothers and sisters..." "Two brothers and one sister," I corrected her. "Dan, my oldest brother, is married and lives in Ohio with his wife and their adopted daughter, Hope. Dan had cancer back in 1995, and it zapped his body of any chance to have kids. So they turned to adoption and got Hope ten-plus years ago." Island Fever Ch. 04 "I have a friend back home in Pennsylvania who adopted a little boy," Devon offered. "He is so cute!" "Hope, their daughter, came from a really bad situation before my brother and his wife took her in." "How so?" "Her biological mother, who lived in Cleveland, I guess, wanted nothing to do with her. When she was an infant, her mother would go out and do her thing - whatever it was - and leave Hope unattended on the sofa all day long." Suddenly, Devon was about to cry. "THAT'S AWFUL!" "The biological mother was a drug addict, an alcoholic. She was totally unfit to be a parent. At six months old, Hope was in the hospital. She had no muscular development whatsoever. Hope just laid there, limp. The state stepped in and took her away. Dan and Susan adopted her when she was 22 months old. At that time, she was more than a year behind than most babies. Hope could barely walk and knew little, if any, words. It was like she was nine months old." Devon did not seem all that enthused. Who wanted to be told specifics about a neglected child? However, there was a light at the end of this tunnel. So, I forged on. "My brother and his wife have taken wonderful care of her. I visited Ohio when they first got custody of her. Eight months later, I went back for the adoption hearing in court. It was like night and day. Hope was running and bouncing about, all happy and giggling, communicating. They have been a Godsend for her. She couldn't be in a better situation." "Still, Hope has lingering problems," I continued. "She has balance and sensory issues. She just turned 12, and had training wheels on her bicycle until last summer. That was six years worth of training wheels, so that may give you an idea of her balance problems. And for whatever reason, the girl is scared of soap and shampoo. She throws an absolute fit when it is bath-time. The local school board evaluated her, though, and let her go into general classes with all of the other kids. She didn't have to take special education courses. I need to get up there and visit my family again." "It's great that Hope has a good home now," Devon mused. "What about your other brother, and your sister?" "Dan is age 49. My sister, Di, is age 52, and my other brother, Steve, is 48. Di still lives in Ohio, just like Dan. She is married and has three children - Tommy, who is 23 and already married himself, Chelsea, age 22 and Jeff, who is 18. Steve, on the other hand ... he lives in Kentucky with his wife, and their two daughters. The oldest is named Stephanie, who is 14. Their other daughter, Autumn, is age ten. Steve has been in a lot of trouble with the law ever since he was a teen-ager. He got involved with a bad crowd when he was in high school, and never recovered." "Has he been to jail?" I frowned. "Yes, several times. I know Steve got into a fight with some guy over some girl many years ago, and beat him up bad. He went to jail for that. I also know when he was younger, Steve and a bunch of his friends stole a car and took it down to the river, then blew it up. They thought that was funny, and it landed him in jail too. He has really been in trouble a countless number of times. I was a kid - age five - when he first got into trouble, and my parents tried to shield me from that. So I don't know everything." "Why did he blow up a car?" I shrugged my shoulders. "As I said, I guess Steve and his friends thought it was funny. A policeman was driving by at the time, though, and saw it happen. All of them were arrested on the spot. That was many, many years ago." "Steve sounds like the complete opposite of you, Jeremy," Devon said. "I could never imagine you doing anything bad." She paused and added, "Your whole family, except for your father, lives in Ohio. Steve is from Kentucky, right? I am guessing all of them are from the general Cincinnati area. Why aren't you there with them? You're 5,000 miles away." The thought of Victoria - my ex-fiancee - went dashing throughout my mind as I pouted again. "I have my reasons." Knowing that I wanted to keep our conversation positive, I decided to change the subject rather abruptly by saying, "What about you, Devon? Tell me about your family." This time, it was Devon's turn to frown. "There isn't much to tell, really. I moved out of the house at an early age because it seemed as if my mom and dad did not want me in their lives anymore. Over the years, it got to the point where I would only see them during birthdays and holidays. Last year, though, I skipped Thanksgiving and Christmas. I didn't want to be with them because I never felt welcome." "Why is that?" I asked, curious. Devon sighed and answered, "I have my reasons, too." Fair enough, I said to myself. I did not want to talk about my ex-fiancee, Victoria, with Devon just yet. She did not want to offer details about an apparent rift with her parents. Perhaps in due time, Devon and I would have enough comfort and trust that we would be sharing darker, more personal details about ourselves with each other. "I spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with my grandparents last year," Devon told me. "They have always been supportive of me. Very loving, too. I have wonderful grandparents." "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" I asked, though I already knew the answer to that question. I knew a lot about Devon and all of the other ladies, mainly thanks to all those questionnaires they filled out for me several months ago. Plus, I had detailed files on all of them. "I am the second of four children," Devon responded. "My sister, Patricia, is the oldest. She is very, very smart. Patricia got a scholarship after graduating from high school to go to Penn State University." Devon sighed and added, "She was always my parents' favorite. Nowadays, Patricia is married and has two kids. I am SOOOOO jealous of her." I narrowed my eyes. "Why are you jealous of Patricia? What possible reason do you have to be jealous of anyone?" "Because I have always wanted to be married - to be a wife, a mother," Devon breathed. "To be ... happy." "Why aren't you married, then? Why don't you have any children? Surely a woman as beautiful and as nice as you most obviously are can have her pick of any man." Devon forced a smile at my kind words. "I ... got involved with this really bad guy named Barrett. I was with him for eight years. He treated me badly, cheated on me with other women. I ... I cared about him, I guess, and I wanted it to work. But it got to the point between us where I knew it would never work. So, I dumped him. I actually came home from work early one day, and found Barrett in OUR bed with Tabitha, who I thought was my best friend. That was it. I dumped him on the spot and cut Tabitha out of my life, too." "How could ANYONE cheat on you?" Devon shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. It has been almost a year since I broke up with him." Devon giggled and twirled her head about. "Since coming here to your island, I have had sex with Camille a couple of times. I was also with Amy, but that was during a three-some with Camille involved, too. That was so wild! So wild, and so fun! Now, I've been with you, too, Jeremy That is three people in three days here." Devon hesitated before admitting, "Before the island, I had sex with two people - Barrett, and an old boyfriend from high school named Tim. Two lone people in 13 years, compared to three in three days. Today it's still early ... I guess it's three in two days, actually." "Are you complaining?" "Oh no!" Devon gushed. "Not at all! In fact, I love it here. This is like a fantasy world for me. I have been curious about other women since I was a schoolgirl, but was never with one in a sexual sense because I was way too afraid to approach any and ask them out. Here, on the island, all of the women are just like me. I don't have to be worried about being embarrassed or humiliated, rejected, like I would back home if I asked a woman out. This island is wonderful. I love it!" Devon planted a soft kiss on my cheek and cooed, "Plus, our host is a real sweetheart." Once again, I felt myself blushing beet-red because of something that Devon had said to me. She was obviously not afraid to speak her mind. I wanted her to open up even more. "You told me about Patricia," I said. "You said you are the second of four children. Tell me about the others." "My two brothers - Michael and Seth," Devon answered. "I really do not see either of them that much. Michael still lives at home with mom and dad, and Seth goes to college at West Virginia University. He is an athlete there. I have not seen him since Christmas. I have not seen Michael or my parents since my last birthday, which was March 28th. Today is what ... June 5th? I met them, as well as my sister and her husband and kids, at a restaurant in a small town in Pennsylvania called Shillington. My grandparents were there too, obviously. I got the sense, even though it was my birthday, that my mom and dad did not want to be there. I think that Patricia kind of strong-armed them into going to the restaurant since it was my 27th birthday. I haven't seen them since. I ... I haven't even TALKED to my parents since that day. The sad thing is, they only live three miles from where I do. I have no relationship with them whatsoever." Devon held back tears as she continued, "When I was in the hospital for two full nights a couple of years ago, because I was sick, they did not even come to visit me..." "What is the problem between you and your parents?" Devon frowned and took a deep breath. "I rather not talk about it. Not yet, anyway. It is too personal." Not wanting to push or prod her any further, I nodded my head and decided to drop the subject. "Very well, then." Devon stood up and slipped both of her arms around my neck and shoulders for yet another heartfelt embrace. "I like this, Jeremy. I do. Barrett would never hold me in his arms and talk to me like you are right now. Holding me, talking to me ... you're making me feel so special." Devon caressed the back of my neck with her long fingernails and purred, "I could REALLY get used to this. Everything that I know about you so far, Jeremy, I like. Everything." "The feeling is mutual," I offered, running my fingers throughout her exquisite, long-flowing blonde hair. "I like everything I know about you too, Devon. But I want to know more. I want to know everything. In due time ... hopefully." "I am very open and honest - brutally honest - when I feel as if I can trust someone," Devon informed me. "If we progress in our relationship and continue to move forward, you will know EVERYTHING about me. That is one of my faults in life. I'm too honest, too open about myself with others. But I can't help it. I've always been that way. I ... I just want to hold back about my parents and the problems I have with them for now. It is my big secret in life." "It's not a fault at all," I mused. "I can be the same way, Devon. What you need is someone who will be equally open and honest with you. That person could be me." Devon smiled at me. "I would like that very much." "Whenever you are comfortable talking about your family issues, Devon - if that day comes - I will gladly listen to you," I advised her. "I will not judge or look down on you in any fashion whatsoever. If there was a way for me to help you and make things better, I would. Trust me on that." "I will remember that," Devon promised me. ------- I could have stayed in my personal suite and spoken to Devon for hours on end, but I had to eventually remind her (as well as myself) that breakfast was being served at 10:00am. I escorted Devon to the formal dining room, where we found all of the ladies gathered together at the table a few minutes before the top of the hour. A smile came to my face as a result, because I wanted this to be the routine, normal time that all of us got together each and every morning for breakfast. It was excellent to know that my lovely female guests were punctual and prompt. "I'm going with Trish, Lindsay and Amy on a nature hike today," Camille said to not only me, but Pamela and Devon as well, here at the breakfast table. She turned toward those two and asked, "Either of you like to tag along with us?" "I was going to do some more reading in the library," Pamela answered. "You know how I am with books. I am in the middle of a mystery novel and am dying to see how it turns out." She turned toward Devon and mused, "How about you? You should go along on the nature hike." Devon glanced my way for an instant before saying to Pamela, "Oh, I don't know." She looked at me once again, then back at Pamela. "I have to finish unpacking my luggage, believe it or not." Was Devon being truthful to Pamela and the others? Or did she have another date with me planned? If so, I was not aware of it. "I want to get all of my clothing unpacked and hung up properly." "My ears still hurt from that damn flight," Amy quipped. "I know what you mean!" Lindsay squealed. "I still feel tired from it myself. Of course, I really don't like being in airplanes. That may have something to do with it. Was it your first time in the air, Amy?" "No, but it's been awhile," she replied. "I went on a family vacation to Cancun when I was 11. I did not like flying then, and I certainly do not like it any more now. My ears felt like they were going to pop the whole trip." "Mine too!" Pamela frowned. "Are you feeling better today, though, Lindsay?" I asked her. "Would you like me to have some medicine choppered in for you? I heard you were feeling quite bad last night." "I'm better now," she assured me. "I'm not 100 percent, but I'm better. Another day or two, and I'll be fine." "What about you, Jeremy?" Trish suddenly chimed in. "Do you have any plans at all for today?" "Oh, I don't know quite yet. I'm sure that I will think of something." Yes ... something. Like spying on the ladies with the help of the voyeur room? "I can always stay busy inside my suite. A lot of work goes into making sure all of you girls have smiles on your faces at all times." "What do you mean?" Camille inquired, curious. "Everything. I have to make sure we have enough food and supplies to last us each week, because the delivery boat only comes once a week - Friday. I check the Internet to see if there are any new music CDs or movies that come out on DVD that I think one of you ladies may be interested in. I check weather reports and advisories at least two or three times each day. None are on the way now, but we are guaranteed three or four nasty rainstorms, along with thunder and lightning, before these six weeks are up. NASTY storms." "I hate storms," Lindsay sulked. "Especially lightning!" "There's been nothing but sunshine and warm weather since we arrived on Monday," Amy observed. "But I guess I can see where an island like this - in the tropics near the equator - could get its fair share of bad weather." "It will rain once, twice a week, on average," I told her. "But we'll get three or four good, torrential downpours, too. Really good ones; much worse than anything any of you have ever seen before. Be prepared ... because they will come. I hope none of you are TOO frightened about storms." "I don't know what's good about it," Trish mused, offering a quirky smile. "I thought I left all the bad weather behind me in Toronto when I came here. Hmmmmm ... I guess not." "You brought it with you!" Camille exclaimed. albeit in a playful way. She received an equally playful smack on the shoulder, courtesy of Trish, as a result. Lindsay looked at me and said, "Are these three days a good indication of what we should expect for the next six weeks?" "Pretty much, yes," was my response, thinking to myself how incredibly polite and well-mannered Lindsay seemed to be. She was a doll in every sense of the word! "You and the others will be permitted to do whatever it is that you wish. You are your own boss here, dear. I am simply your host. It is like I am a broken record; I cannot repeat that enough." "I just feel so carefree and relaxed here," Lindsay mused. "This island is such a great atmosphere. There isn't one person here that I don't like. It really is a paradise." "We're permitted to do whatever we want?" Amy asked me. "Let me get this straight, Jeremy. You don't expect us to cook or clean. You don't have strict rules or guidelines for us. You don't, as Camille wondered, run a slave camp." "I didn't say that!" Camille exclaimed, perhaps a bit mad at Amy. "Tell Jeremy I didn't say that!" That was a minor lie on her part, as I eavesdropped and heard the 25-year-old say those exact words to Devon during their first night here. Her reaction was quite comical, however. Did Camille just see her chance at big money disappear before her very eyes? "It doesn't matter, Camille," Amy told her. "It's okay. Jeremy isn't going to think any less of you for it." Amy focused her attention on me once again and continued, "No cooking or cleaning. No strict rules. No slave camp. You let us do whatever we want, yet you are paying us $100,000 at the end. One gets $500,000. What's the deal?" "What do you mean?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. "Why are you paying us that much money if you expect little, if anything, out of us in return?" I hesitated for a moment, but then smiled. Although I had told Pamela of my intentions, now was not the time or place for me to inform everyone else what I wanted - which included finding the right woman, falling in love with her and ultimately, getting married. That is what I have dreamed about my entire life. It was also my goal here. It was the sole reason for all this time, money and effort. "I brought all of you here simply because I enjoy the company," I replied, still smiling. It was not a lie, but neither could it be called the whole, total truth, either. "Being here by myself for 17 years ... it can get lonely." "Ummmmm... 17 years?" Camille deadpanned. "You have lived here, ALONE, for 17 years?" "Yes," I frowned. "My God!..." Trish huffed. "How could you stay here by your lonesome for 17 years? This island is beautiful and everything, but I would go stir-crazy without others around." "Jeremy has a friend visit him from time to time," Devon suddenly said, straightening her posture in the chair. "Her name is Kristanna. He told me about her last night." "Kristanna?" Lindsay asked, intrigued. "Yes, Kristanna," I nodded. "I was just telling Devon last night that a friend of mine, Kristanna, will be showing up here real soon. In fact, she'll be here on Friday, I received a new e-mail from her just this morning. She is going to stay with us for the duration of your visit." "This Kristanna is the one who wrote all that gibberish on the big rocks we were looking at yesterday," Camille said. "What's she like?" Trish asked. "Kristanna is just as beautiful - and just as bi - as the rest of you, As I told Devon, I have no doubt that she will fit in real nicely with all of you. I also told Pamela about her yesterday afternoon. Krissy is also extremely funny and jovial. I cannot say enough good things about her." "Jeremy said she is from Norway," Devon told the others. "I like her name. I think it is really pretty ... exotic." "She is a real sweetheart," I added. "All of you will like her just as you like each other." I felt as if I needed to clarify something from earlier. "I DO have two homes in the United States, both of which are being looked after by family members at this moment in time. So, I have not been on this island non-stop for 17 years. I DO spend time in the United States - visiting my family - and I love to travel the world. I have been everywhere. But the majority of my life these past 17 years has been on this very island. I just find the most peace here." Island Fever Ch. 04 "Don't you get lonely, though?" Trish asked, concerned. "Yeah," I nodded. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't." I perked up and cheerfully added, "But there is no need for me to feel lonely now. I have all of you girls here. Kristanna will be here Friday. Life is good ... real good." ------- By the time 12:00pm rolled around, I had taken a very long and relaxing whirlpool bath, and had myself fully prepared for whatever the remainder of the day could possibly have in store for me. Thus, I decided to venture into the adjacent voyeur room. I immediately spotted Devon on one of the monitors, lounging and relaxing in a bubble bath. It was a very tempting sight, indeed, simply because Devon was such a gorgeous woman. But I turned the monitor off. I did not want to spy on Devon like that right now. Another monitor registered some activity in the library, where Pamela was seated at the table with a book in hand and her reading glasses on. I smiled at the image. Could anyone find fault with an exotic dancer who doubled as a true bookworm? Pamela was a very unique woman, indeed. There was a good reason why many of my thoughts and ideas had been centered on Pamela thus far. Pamela was very sweet and considerate, and clearly had a heart of pure gold. She was the perfect representation of everything that an exotic dancer should be - a blonde and busty vision of physical perfection, with an athletic and very taut body. Despite her awesome physical attributes, however, I still found it hard to believe that Pamela was actually a stripper. She just seemed too smart and well-refined for the stereotype that routinely went along with the profession. Believe it or not, but I found myself trying to envision Pamela as a librarian. She loved to read, correct? Pamela would most likely make an excellent librarian. Of course, some of the customers may ask her to get on the tabletops and start dancing and stripping, and offer her money to do so. Meh ... that was a very naughty thought on my part. Perhaps Pamela could be a flower shop attendant instead? I could easily see that. A drop-dead, stunning flower shop attendant, but one nonetheless. Her younger sister was a flower shop attendant. Pamela ... maybe an elementary school teacher? Yes, that is it. After all, that was what Pamela one day aspired to be - a teacher. Just think of all the crushes her students would have on her! Everyone in town would go to the PTA meetings just to see her. The primary reason that Pamela was an exotic dancer was so she could live a quality lifestyle and afford to put herself through college, where her major was education. The young woman had just one more year to go, too, before obtaining her collegiate degree. Would she quit stripping then, and become a teacher? Or by that time, would Pamela be my wife? Since her arrival on the island, Pamela seemed to go with Amy almost as well as bread did with butter. The two ladies had obviously hit it off and were having a wonderful time together. It made me feel good inside that I had helped unite Pamela and Amy by bringing them with me to the island. How else could a Hooters girl from Cincinnati meet up and connect with a stripper from Baltimore? Strange, huh? Amy was, as I eluded to earlier, a pure sex machine. I am not sure whether or not she had any limits when it came to her level of satisfaction. I wondered if Amy even knew what that word meant. She was the type of woman who could give any normal man a heart attack during an encounter if she truly wanted to. Amy was just so wild and ferocious. Would I be able to survive the summer (winter) with her? I could sit here, in the voyeur room, and forever debate and discuss the merits of all of these wonderful ladies. However, something even more intriguing caught my eye on the only other active monitor in front of me. ------- My gaze was suddenly locked onto that particular monitor, as Camille was currently enjoying herself underneath a cascading waterfall on the eastern side of the island. Standing in a pool of waist-deep water, which emptied out into the ocean further below, Camille was wearing a black two-piece bikini. She was positioned directly underneath a flowing sheet of water, arching her slender neck and letting it cascade through her long, dark hair and down her body. Camille's eyes were closed and she had a look of pure bliss across her face as she gently massaged her breasts underneath the waterfall. Taking the big globes of flesh into her hands, the 25-year-old squeezed and caressed them thoroughly. It was obvious that she loved the sensations. Watching a gorgeous woman such as Camille grope herself like this was more than enough to give me a raging hard-on. However, only adding to my personal pleasure was the very beautiful, lush scenery in which she did it. The continual stream of water which cascaded onto her head from above was the centerpiece of it all. Behind the young woman was a little wall formed from volcanic rock, which was somewhat shielded by a growth of green weeds. Panning the camera back a bit, I could easily tell that the pool of fresh water that Camille leisurely basked in was surrounded by equally stunning scenery. At the edge of a tiny cliff which overlooked the ocean, there were majestic trees and beautiful shrubbery all around. The sun peeked through those tall trees from above, providing enough illumination for me to eavesdrop on this special moment. The sound of running water was quite peaceful, and serene. Of course, what made the scenery even more appealing to me was when I panned the camera back, I also got tempting glimpses of Trish, Lindsay and Amy. The three ladies, who had obviously come to this waterfall location with Camille during their nature hike, were wearing their bikinis. They stood in the small basin as well, but on the opposite side. It seemed as if they were allowing Camille a few moments to enjoy the waterfall on her own. I again drooled at the sight of young, tender Lindsay in a tiny bikini. Among all of the gorgeous sights thus far, Lindsay in her pink bikini got my inner juices pumping faster than anything. She was so incredibly tantalizing... "Have either of you learned anything about the money?" Lindsay asked Amy and Camille, as I flipped the hidden microphone on. "I really want that half-million." "I don't think any of us will learn a thing about the money until Jeremy gives it to us at the end of the summer," Camille responded, taking a step out from underneath the oncoming rush of water. "He seems real secretive about it. I still don't quite know what to make of him." Hmmmmm ... it was the winter in this part of the world. Obviously, the idea of winter being at the beginning of June was a foreign concept to all of these ladies. I should just give up in trying to educate them about that fact. "To tell you the truth, I really don't care about the money anymore," Trish mused, which caused her three friends to glare at her in disbelief. "I'm serious. This island is just how I envision Heaven to be. It's so beautiful. What makes it even better is that you three and the other girls - Pamela and Devon - are here, too. I really cannot imagine a better place to be in the whole, wide world. We're all good friends already ... Jeremy is so wondrously kind and gracious. We have total privacy and can do whatever we please here for six weeks. There are no boundaries, no limitations at all." Trish paused and added, "Shouldn't we be paying Jeremy, eh?" "What do you mean?" Amy countered. "Shouldn't we be paying Jeremy to let us stay here?" the Canadian asked. "This is like a vacation for me. But it's a free vacation. A paid vacation! I'm not going to worry about the money any longer. If I get the $500,000, great. If not, that's fine too. I could use $100,000, especially in American currency. That will go a long way where I live. The American dollar converts to 88 cents in Canadian money. $100,000 will go a very long way for me." "That's a good mindset to have," Camille decided. "You are right, Trish. Whatever happens, happens. I think I am just going to sit back and enjoy the island too, and not worry about the money. There's really no need to." "Jeremy will never tell us how we go about getting the big pay-out anyway," Trish added. "Why worry about it if he won't tell us? I imagine it will go to the one he likes the most. Right now, I think that person is Pamela." "I agree with that," Amy nodded. "He likes Pamela a lot." "That is fine with me," Trish mused. "If he wants to give the half-million to Pamela, fine. After all, it is Jeremy's money. He can do with it what he pleases. I won't complain. I am just happy I am here, and able to enjoy the island. In the end, I will get a minimum of $100,000 regardless." "He can give the big money to ME," Lindsay sulked. "I know who likes him more than anyone," Camille nodded. "Don't tell Pamela, for sure, but Devon is absolutely crazy about Jeremy. She wants him in the worst way possible." COME ON, Camille, I said inwardly. Don't tell Pamela? Clearly, this was an attempt to spread rumors and gossip about Devon behind her back. "Devon?" Amy countered. "She had sex with Jeremy last night," Camille offered. "Devon was all happy and giggly about it this morning." "I need to have sex with Jeremy again," Amy announced, which made my heart flutter with desire. Dare I say it, but I needed to have sex with Amy again as well. Soon. It was good that she and I could mutually agree on that point. "I don't want to see Devon get hurt," Camille frowned. "I like her a lot, myself. But unfortunately, men seem to have the uncanny knack to be able to a hurt a woman at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way." Huh? "Devon has been telling me things like she is already in love with Jeremy and even wants to marry him ... RIGHT NOW." Marry me right now? I was not quite sure I felt the same way - in fact, I know I did not - but it was an interesting thought nonetheless. Devon was already entertaining thoughts of marriage with me? How was that even possible? It seemed crazy! Amy cracked a smile. "If Jeremy is going to marry anyone, it's going to be ME." (!!!) "Hopefully Devon hasn't said anything to Jeremy like that yet," Trish fretted. "Telling someone things like that at the beginning of a relationship is the easiest way to kill the relationship. I remember one guy ... after he asked me out for the first time, he said he was crazy about me and really wanted to get to know me better. He made it seem like he wanted to marry me. It was kind of a turn-off even though I liked him, because I didn't want to go out with him, maybe lead him on and then ultimately hurt his feelings in the end. I was younger then; I just wanted to go out and have fun. I definitely wasn't looking to settle down like I am now." "There's no way that I'm settling down," Lindsay declared. "I'm only 18 years of age. I want to go out and explore, find what the world has to offer." I noticed a serious pout from Trish as Lindsay continued, "That's a big reason why I decided to come to the island. Well ... that, and the money. But the island seemed like some sort of paradise." "It has definitely lived up to all its hype," Amy nodded. "Jeremy really spoke the island up in those brochures and booklets he sent us through the mail. It's even better than I imagined it to be. A tropical island, beautiful women and a very nice, sweet man for our host. The perfect man!" "Just think that we have six whole weeks to be here, and enjoy ourselves," Camille grinned. "I bet maybe one or two of us will never want to leave. I know I will leave, but I can see where one or two others may want to stay forever." "What's the deal with Jeremy?" Lindsay asked. "I wonder why he has spent 17 years here, all by himself? Just to think ... I was only age one when he moved in here. I agree with what Trish said earlier. This island may be paradise, but there is no way I could live here all by myself." "It does seem sort of strange," Camille observed. "But I'm not one to judge. I'm sure that Jeremy has a reason for opting to stay here alone for all that time." "Maybe he's just a loner," Trish speculated. "A lot of people are like that. But he did say he enjoys our company. And he seems too friendly and outgoing to be a loner..." "And he has too good of a cock not to have a woman around at all times." "Amy!" Trish scolded her, albeit playfully. "Gosh!" All I can say about Amy's words is that I took them as a true compliment. Gruff? Overly blunt? Even ... crude? I had too good of a cock not to have a woman around? My modest side will take what she said as a compliment ... nothing more. "Oh ... about you being age one when Jeremy began living here, Lindsay," Amy commented. "You're so small and frail and sweet and innocent that you don't look a day older than five now." Amy snickered merrily at her own playful barb. Lindsay, however - though she kept silent - did not seem to appreciate it all that much. Myself, it gave me a chuckle. "Jeremy is mysterious," Camille observed. "I still don't quite get the idea as to why he brought the six of us here. He pays us all that money, but lets us do what we want. A friend of mine back home in California was convinced that I was getting myself into some sort of slave camp." Trish giggled and mused, "I thought you were not one to judge others, Camille. But I don't understand him myself. I do think, though, that he is very trustworthy. If Jeremy says that we can do whatever we want, I believe him. I do not think we will wake up one day, all tied up or something. It just does not seem to be in his nature." "I'm interested in meeting that friend of his," Camille added. "Kristanna or Christina ... whatever her name is. I bet she may have some answers for us." "That's a good point," Trish nodded. "When we get the chance, let's ask her, and see what she says. Surely, she will understand our curiosity about him. Right?" "You would think so," Lindsay offered. "Unless she is his cohort in all of this, or something," Camille deadpanned. "Cohort?" Trish returned. "You make it sound bad ... like Jeremy has some nasty, ulterior motive in store for us." "I need some satisfaction," Amy announced, before slowly but surely making her way over at the awaiting Camille in the basin. An instant later, Amy and Camille embraced one another and shared a very long, deep-rooted kiss. While Trish simply stood by and watched, Camille turned her attention toward Lindsay, whose face was beet-red with embarrassment as she climbed out of the basin and took a seat in the grass. "Come over here and join us, honey," Camille encouraged her. "It'll be fun!" "Lindsay is still a virgin," Trish told Camille, as well as Amy. "Right now, I think that she just wants to watch." "You're a VIRGIN?" Camille gasped in disbelief, her eyes locked upon Lindsay. The teen-ager frowned and nodded her head in response. "I can't believe that you're a virgin!" Camille was doing an excellent job of acting here simply because she already knew that Lindsay was a virgin. How did I know that? Yesterday, remember, I eavesdropped on the conversation that Camille had with Devon and Amy at the beach. Amy informed both of them that Lindsay was a virgin. Camille may have hinted during that same conversation that she already knew Lindsay was a virgin, but I was not certain. "I would have never guessed that you were still a virgin," Amy told Lindsay, trying to hold back an outburst of laughs. Of course, Amy had been well aware of this fact as well. "I just haven't found the right person to sexually give myself to yet," Lindsay brooded, before her gaze shifted to Trish. "I think that's about to change, though." Trish smiled at those words as Camille implored, "Come on over here and join us, Lindsay. There is no need to have sex right away if you're a virgin." She slipped her arms around Amy's shoulders, then pressed her breasts on hers within the pool of fresh water and ground them as one. "We can just make out," Camille said to Lindsay. "Come on, honey. I bet you would feel really good squished between me and Amy, as we both kissed you at the same time. In fact, I bet you would LOVE it. Just love it!" "We would love having you," Amy murmured. "Our hands all over your body - touching you, caressing you, teasing you..." "You'll never know unless you give it a shot," Camille egged her on. "C'mon ... what is there to lose? We would make you feel real good. Really good ... give it a shot." "I don't know..." Lindsay fretted, her eyes cast downward as she sat upon the ledge. After several seconds, she looked up and surmised, "This is all so new to me. I don't mean any offense, Camille, but I don't know you all that well. I do not know you all that well either, Amy. The only person that I really know here thus far is Trish." "Amy doesn't know me well, either," Camille countered. "But look at this." She pressed her lips to Amy's mouth and kissed her intently - her soft, velvety tongue sliding far and deep - before turning her focus back to Lindsay. "She sure does seem to enjoy kissing me, though." Now, Lindsay looked extremely uncomfortable. "Let her go, Camille," Trish said. "It is not your place or my place to force her. When Lindsay is ready to share herself, she will make that decision on her own." Trish climbed out of the pool of natural water and focused all of her attention toward her room-mate. "Do you wanna go back to the mansion, sweetie?" Lindsay nodded her head in a sheepish manner in response to Trish's question. "Okay ... let's go." Trish rose to her feet and grasped Lindsay by the hand, but meanwhile, Amy and Camille did not seem all too pleased. "You two are going to leave us here?" "You're very welcome to come back to the mansion with us," Trish told Camille. "Both of you are." "There is no reason for any of us to be shy or hold a thing back this summer," Amy implored. "No reason at all. Why don't you tell Lindsay to open herself up to us right now? It is going to happen eventually anyway, you know." "If you're so dying to have sex," Trish admonished them, "then I suggest you have your sex with each other. Lindsay should not be subjected to this - having sex or watching others do it themselves - if it makes her feel the least bit uncomfortable. I will not allow that to happen." "Maybe the two of us rather have sex with Lindsay," the mocha-skinned Camille cackled. "Did you ever think of that? Maybe YOU should sit back, Trish, and watch ME as I lick Lindsay's pussy! The girl needs a good, hard fucking! It would help loosen her up! It's so obvious!" "A really HARD fucking," Amy nodded. As Lindsay gasped in response to those words, Trish gave Amy and Camille the evil eye and snapped, "That was uncalled for!" For a moment, it appeared as if Trish wanted to rip into Amy and Camille and tear them limb from limb for making such nasty, aggressive statements. I could not blame her if Trish chose to go that route. However, she was somehow able to harness and control her anger, and eventually settle down. Trish turned her focus toward Lindsay and said in a gentle tone, "C'mon, honey. Let's go back to the mansion. We can play some video games in the recreation room before dinner." Trish hooked her arm around Lindsay's and added, "We can pick up where we left off earlier with Final Fantasy XIII. You did save our progress in the game, right?" "Yes," Lindsay pouted, glancing at Amy and Camille in a disapproving manner. She then made eye contact with Trish and conveyed, "That game absolutely rocks." "You cannot keep a padlock on your little pussy all summer long," Camille warned Lindsay. "We WILL get to it." Trish paid the other two ladies no attention whatsoever as she turned and whisked Lindsay away from the scenic waterfall location. Amy and Camille looked at each other, then shook their heads in unison. Obviously, they were disappointed. But, I cannot say that I felt one bit sorry for them. Island Fever Ch. 05 Once I stepped out of the elevator and made my way into the below-ground recreation room on this bright and colorful Thursday afternoon, I was momentarily stunned by the sight of Lindsay. The image of wholesome, sweet innocence, Lindsay was wearing a fluorescent orange halter-top which hugged and clutched her nubile young form in an exotic manner. Her taut, C-cup breasts were jutting outward upon the stretchy fabric. The young woman also wore a pair of denim shorts, along with white socks and matching sneakers. Those legs were so very sleek, so toned ... so perfect. Her exquisite, long-flowing blonde hair looked fabulous tied into a girlish pony-tail, with her slender, delicate neck also on display. After swimming several laps in the pool and then taking a shower, I decided to come down here to the recreation room to play another hour of Final Fantasy X-2 - the incredibly long and difficult video game for the PlayStation 3 console. As it was, I had 46 hours of FF X-2 game-play logged on the hard drive for the system. The game was a bit dated, having been released in 2003 for the PlayStation 2 console, but I had only caught onto it recently. It had quickly turned into my favorite video game of all-time, and I was determined to beat it. But all thoughts of playing games, needless to say, vanished once I saw Lindsay in the recreation room. The precious angel was splayed out across a leather floor comforter, her sneaker-clad feet upon the carpet and knees raised, with a pair of large earphones around her head. Although she had the volume of the Krell Home Theater Standard 7.1 preamp/processor turned high - I could hear loud, blaring music from the earphones all the way across the room - I could not make out exactly what artist and/or song Lindsay was listening to. I figured that it was one of those boy bands which everyone (except for teen-age girls like Lindsay) seemed to despise. Or maybe Lindsay was into country music? Perhaps modern rock? Even rap? Hmmmmm... Whatever the case, Lindsay offered me a glittering smile and quickly turned the stereo off once she realized that I was in the recreation room with her. She removed the pair of earphones from her head and greeted, "Hi there, sir." "Sir?" was my immediate, stunned reaction. "SIR?" Did she really just address me that way? "The Bible says submit to the authorities placed above you," Lindsay, who was quite the religious type, informed me. "You are the authority of this island. Me calling you SIR is a way of treating you with the proper respect." She punctuated her statement with a shy, timid smile. I chuckled inwardly. "I may be a lot of things, Lindsay, but I am DEFINITELY not a sir. Please ... call me Jeremy. I am not an authority figure here, either. I'm just the host. Again, please ... call me Jeremy. Please." "If that is what you want, then so be it," she relented. "I will start over again. Hi there, Jeremy." I nodded my head at her. "Afternoon there, Miss Lindsay. May I ask what you were listening to with the earphones?" "Saving Jane," Lindsay responded, to which my mind drew an absolute blank. "You probably have no idea who they are, Jeremy. It is a band originally from Ohio. Gotta support the local music, you know. I knew of the group well before it went big-time national seven years ago." Lindsay paused, then asked, "What type of music do you listen to?" I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "To be honest, I like a little of everything. Variety. I think if I had to pick a favorite, it would be Richard Marx. I grew up in the late 1980's and early 1990's listening to his songs. He had two brand-new albums come out simultaneously near the end of 2008, I believe. I bought them as soon as I could. Also had a little Christmas album come out two years ago. But most of his stuff is from when I was around your age." "Richard Marx?" Lindsay asked, her blue eyes narrow. "I have never even heard of Richard Marx..." I stifled a laugh and then shook my head. A good sign that you are getting older in life is when someone who is younger says that he or she has never heard of your favorite musical group or artist. Unfortunately, I was climbing that ladder fast. At times, it was difficult for me to accept. "You're 39, right?" Lindsay said. "Yes ma'am," I responded. "Some other types of music that I like are Van Halen, Poison, Def Leppard, Bryan Adams. But my favorite band of all is Guns n' Roses. I could listen to them all day; doesn't matter if its the original group or the newer version of it." Wow ... I was most likely really dating myself in Lindsay's eyes. I needed to toss in a more current performer. "I also really like Eminem." "Eminem? YOU listen to Eminem, Jeremy? Wow." I nodded my head. "He has an awful lot of talent." "I've heard of a few of those older groups you mentioned," Lindsay told me, grinning. "Some guy I know likes to blast Guns n' Roses in his car." She was such a doll. A darling, fresh-faced 18-year-old just six days removed from her high school graduation, Lindsay was one of my naughtiest fantasies come to life. What sane man hasn't dreamed of corrupting the sweet and untainted virgin in one way or another, and sending her along her rightful path in life? That being, of course, the path of sexual satisfaction and wanton fulfillment. On the other hand, though, my more sensitive and caring side had its concerns. When I originally accepted Lindsay's application to come to the island, I did not know that she was still a virgin. Would I have brought Lindsay here if I knew that little fact about her beforehand? Not a chance. My lone objective with all of these ladies, of course, was to hopefully find my soul-mate in life and then marry her. Would an 18-year-old virgin be looking for that type of commitment? I had already overheard Lindsay say to Trish, Amy and Camille (with the help of the voyeur room) that she was, in no way, looking to settle down. Perhaps I should have chosen someone a little older to fill the final spot? After all, there was a reason why the other five ladies - Pamela, Trish, Amy, Devon and Camille - ranged in age from 25 to 30. Amy, in fact, would be turning 31 in less than three weeks. They were (typically speaking) at the point in their lives when single women are starting to settle down and get married. That was my sole intent, remember. Make no mistake about it, though - I was not complaining, or thinking that I had made an error in bringing Lindsay to the island. With her youth and inexperience, she brought a very different, fresh element to the mix. Maybe I should have selected someone older and more experienced, but... Who knows? Maybe Lindsay would change her mind about making a commitment at her age. Maybe I would fall in love with her? Maybe she would fall in love with me? Maybe the two of us would get married and spend the rest of our lives, and all of eternity, incredibly happy together? Or perhaps Lindsay and I would not click at all in a romantic sense? That was what these six weeks were about for me - evaluation. Although Pamela and Devon were at the head of the proverbial class right now, I really owed it to myself to evaluate all of the women before making my true decision on which of them appealed to me the most. I owed it to them, as well. "What is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" I asked Lindsay. "I already know that you are a virgin. You told me and Trish that during your first night here. Why did you agree to come to the island? Because of the money? It seems that you are a little ... out of your element ... here." Lindsay frowned and nodded her head in response. "Yes ... because of the money. My family really needs the money." "Oh?" I inquired, closing the distance between us and taking a seat across from her on the floor. "Why is that?" "We need all the money we can get," Lindsay fretted in a hurt tone, momentarily tearing her gaze away from me. I tilted my head and inspected the look on her face. Unfortunately, it appeared as if this little bundle of cheer and sweetness was about to cry. "What's wrong?" "It's my father," Lindsay answered, her mouth twitching. "He ... he p-passed away ... N-N-No-November 4th, last year." "Oh my..." I grieved, totally unaware of that. There was no mention of that on any of the paperwork she had filled out prior to her arrival. Nor did Lindsay ever bring it up during any of our discussions. Just barely out of high school and the poor girl had already lost her father? The horrid news kind of blindsided me. "I'm so sorry, honey. What ... what happened to him?" Lindsay sniffed her nose and sighed, "I came home from school one day with my sister, Alison. I was 17 then, and she was 16. We saw Dad l-lying on the s-s-sofa." Lindsay shook her head and added, "I thought he was sleeping, but then Alison noticed that his eyes were wide open. He had this totally blank, empty ... emotionless stare." "Oh God..." "We thought he may have been playing with us at first," Lindsay continued, fighting back her tears. "But then we realized that he wasn't breathing. There was no pulse." She took a deep breath and shook her head. "I got on the phone and called 9-1-1. They sent the paramedics, but they said there was nothing they could do. He was dead." Lindsay dipped her head low and began to cry. "They ... they said they would call the police and coroner, and then they left. They ... they left me and Alison all alone ... with our dead father on the sofa. Imagine what that was like for us! I thought ... I thought that was so incredibly cruel of them." I frowned and shook my head at the mere thought. "Must have been awful for you and your sister. Just awful..." "He was only 46!" Lindsay exclaimed. "I nev-never once thought I would lose my father so ... so very young!" As I sat across from her upon the floor, Lindsay covered her eyes and sobbed like this was a funeral. Although seven months had elapsed since her father passed away, Lindsay was still experiencing a tremendous amount of grief and pain. I have not lost either of my parents yet (thank God), so I did my best to put myself in her situation and feel the anguish. It was quite a grim thought for me, indeed. "What happened to him?" I asked. "If I may...?" "Massive coronary," Lindsay interjected, now looking at me through her tear-stained eyes. She grabbed a nearby box of tissues and put several of them to good use. "That is the one thing I never understood. Daddy was in great health. He was always exercising, always going out, always active. I went on a 16 mile bike ride with him a week earlier. I can't believe that his heart gave out on him. 46! HE WAS 46!" Lindsay began to cry harder as she added, "He w-w-won't be th-there to walk me down the aisle when I get m-m-married! He won't be there when I give b-birth to my first ch-child! He won't be there to be a grandpa for my kids!..." I felt the urge to take Lindsay into my arms and comfort her, but did not have the courage to do so. I certainly did not want Lindsay to think that I was making a move on her in what was obviously a very weakened state. Furthermore, did I know Lindsay well enough to offer her a hug? I had no problem with the idea, of course, but she might. Still, I had to fight it. This girl needed a hug in the worst way possible. But somehow, I managed to keep my distance from her. And, I am not above admitting that Lindsay was about to make me cry. "He will be there in spirit, sweetheart." Lindsay took several seconds to compose herself before speaking in a steady voice, "After Dad passed away, money became really tight. He did not have any life insurance and it left me, my mom and Alison in a really bad way. He did not have a lot of money saved up, either, unfortunately. I have two older sisters, too - Gina and Jennifer. Gina was living in Colorado, but she moved back to Ohio with us and helped out with the expenses. Food, clothes, mortgage and car payments ... me, my mom and my sisters, we all became a team. But none of us make a whole lot of money. I work at a supermarket and the best that I can do is $8.15 an hour." "What do you do in the supermarket? Are you a cashier?" "I work in cosmetics," she told me. Ahh, that made a lot of sense, I said inwardly. Lindsay was absolutely perfect for that job. She was the beautiful teen-age girl standing behind the cosmetics counter at your typical supermarket, smiling and being cheerful for every customer who came along. In addition, she was the female employee who was secretly lusted after and admired the most by her male co-workers. "So the reason you came to the island was because of the money prospects?" "I admit - it was the only reason," Lindsay sulked. "My family knew what I was getting myself into. They knew what was going to happen to me here. I was very straightforward and honest about it. My mom did not like me going to a sex resort, per se, but the allure of the money was too much. I cannot tell you how much $500,000 would help our family. Even if I get just $100,000, I would be so incredibly happy. I am going to give whatever I get to my mom. I hope ... it will help us get back on our feet, for sure. It can be the life insurance policy that she never received." More at ease, and in much better control of her emotions, Lindsay quickly added, "But now, I love the island. I came here for the money, yes. But everything that has happened to me thus far ... I cannot think of a better place to be. I miss my family and would rather be with them, I guess. But if I have to be away from them, I want to be on this island. I want to be here more than you would ever know. You have created a true dream atmosphere, Jeremy. This place is like a whole different world to me. Everyone is so nice." She giggled and added, "Even Amy is starting to grow on me..." "Do your religious convictions make you want to save your virginity until your wedding night?" I asked, already knowing the answer. After all, Trish had asked Lindsay a very similar question during their first night together on the island. I, of course, eavesdropped on that discussion. "Yes, they do," she admitted. "But I think that I am giving my virginity up here - whenever that happens - for a good cause. I know it will happen here. I have accepted that as fact. I am doing this to help my family. If I am to be condemned for helping my family, then so be it." "You don't have to have sex here, you know," I reminded her. "You are not being forced into anything, Lindsay. I know that I am promoting a very open way of life here, but you do not have to have sex if you do not want to. You could just hang out here for six weeks and bask in the sun. If you want to wait until your wedding night, then by all means ... wait. The choice is up to you - and you alone. Do not feel obligated to surrender your virginity to anyone. It is certainly not a requirement of you being here. I want you to know that. I want you to understand it, too. You will receive your money regardless of the choice you make." Lindsay smiled. "You make me feel so much at ease about everything, Jeremy. Not just this, but everything since I arrived here. All of the other girls would say the same, exact thing. You have made all of us feel at ease." "That is my intention." Lindsay sighed before admitting, "My religious side wants me to save myself for my wedding night, whenever that day comes. But I am a human being with desires. With or without this island, I seriously doubt that I would last until my wedding night." My eyes widened in pure surprise she added, "Alison, my younger sister, is still 16. Alison tells me ALL THE TIME that if God wanted everyone to wait until they were married to have sex, we as people would not be filled with lust and desires. I do not know if I agree with Alison, but that is the general attitude that I am trying to adopt here." "I have been curious about so many things for such a long time," Lindsay continued. "It is just what Trish told me the other night - she has never been married, but has had sex before. Trish said despite that, she will go to Heaven. I do not think that I will be scrutinized by God and go to Hell if I lose my virginity on this island. And do not worry ... I will not have sex just to have sex. I still look at giving my virginity to someone else as a sacred thing. It will be with the right person." Trish?, I asked inwardly. Trish and Lindsay had been close to inseparable the past few days. "As I said, Jeremy, even though it won't be my wedding night, it will still be for a good cause. In being here, I am helping my family out. If we do not come across some money soon, Mom said that she may have to file for bankruptcy. I know that both of her credit cards are totally maxed-out." I frowned. "Your family is missing out on your paycheck from the supermarket right now. Are they going to be okay for the next six weeks without your weekly income? I guess it is not much, but every little bit certainly helps." "Mom said she thinks they will make it," Lindsay pined. "They know that I will bring home $100,000, at least. That is the light at the end of the tunnel for us. Until now, the only thing at the end of the tunnel for us was ANOTHER tunnel." Lindsay shook her head. "It's been really rough." I took a deep breath and came to an immediate, sudden decision. With the amount of financial resources that I had at my disposal, it was truly the only decision that I could make. It was the right thing to do. "If your only intention with this money, sweetheart, is to give it to your family in order to help them out..." I paused, re-evaluating that decision for an instant or two. I then came to the conclusion that there was nothing for me to re-evaluate. My heart told me to make her this offer. "What would you say if I called my financial guru in Utah, and had him forward $100,000 to your mom? Today? That way, your family would not have to wait six weeks for the money. They could have it right away, and start paying off bills." Lindsay's eyes went wide and nearly exploded from their sockets. "ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU ... YOU'D DO THAT FOR ME?" "I see no reason why I shouldn't," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "It's for a good cause - just as you said. Your mother could have the money in her bank account no more than five or ten minutes from now. I would need you to call her on the telephone and get her bank account number for me. Then I would call Harold, the financial guru from Utah, and instruct him to wire $100,000 to your mother's account." "You ... you'd do that for us?" Lindsay was shocked. I smiled at her. "Of course I would." "OH MY STARS!" Suddenly, Lindsay tossed her arms around me in a joyous embrace. Needless to say, the move stunned me. But now, I had a safe, legitimate reason to give her a hug of my own because she had instigated the physical contact between us. Thus, I wrapped my arms around that little body of Lindsay's and felt like never relinquishing her from my grasp. "This does not, in any single way, disqualify you from getting the $500,000 grand prize," I told her. "You still could be the one, dear. We'll see in six weeks." "THANK YOU, JEREMY!" Lindsay gushed. "THANK YOU!" She began to bounce and vibrate, her arms very tight and secure around my shoulders. "What could I ever do to re-pay you? My family is going to be SO HAPPY with that money!" When Lindsay pulled her arms away from me, I reluctantly did the same. Like anyone else would if in my position, I wanted to continue to relish the feel of her taut, little body against mine! God, this girl was so divine... Lindsay made eye contact with me and squealed, "How in the WORLD can you afford to do this? Give all that money to my family? $100,000 to everyone else here, with the promise of $500,000 to one of us. This mansion, this big island of yours ... it all must cost you millions of dollars to buy!" Island Fever Ch. 05 "Several of them," I informed her. "Many several." "How can you afford this?" she reiterated. "I mean ... what exactly is it that you do, Jeremy? You have a job?" "I have several business interests right now, but prefer to think of myself as semi-retired," were my words for her. "I don't have a quote-endquote-quote, job. Not anymore, at least. I have no need for one." "How did you make all this money?" I did not want to offer specifics about the business side of my life to any of the ladies at such an early stage, but felt the need to open up to Lindsay. I think, in some way, she deserved to know (at least) a little about me. Besides, I was going to tell her and all of the others eventually, anyway. So why not start now? "Back in the mid-1990's, I developed, what is now, one of the largest and most popular websites on the Internet. I also created a well-known web browser, called [Browser Name]. Many people use it all over the world. I sold the website, [Website Name].com, to a company in California for half a billion dollars." Lindsay appeared totally flabbergasted as I added, "After that, just a few months later, I sold the browser I created and developed for 300 million dollars. If you throw in all the money I made while still in control of the website and browser, and my income now from residuals and investments, the American stock market and my varying business interests, I'm roughly worth two billion dollars." "Did y-y-you ... did you say ... two b-b-billion dollars?" Lindsay was totally floored. "With a... B?" When I nodded my head at her, Lindsay sighed. "NO WONDER you can afford to live on an island like this, in this mansion! If I ... if I may ask ... how much did this mansion c-cost you?" "The home itself, as well as everything in it, is valued at over 93 million dollars." "WOW..." Lindsay moaned, still awestruck. "And I thought the $8.15 an hour that I make at the supermarket was good. At least for someone my age, that is. Wow..." She paused, lost in thought for a moment or two. "What do you do with your money, Jeremy? Could you ever spend all of it?" "No, I could never spend all of it," I told her. "I take care of my family. My mom and dad - though separated and living thousands of miles apart - I've taken care of them. My two brothers and one sister, and their families. I have taken care of them, too. I like to help people. I fund a shelter over in Peru for the homeless." Lindsay nodded. "So you invest one million dollars into the idea of bringing me and the other girls to your island? That is what you'll pay us in the end. One million, total. $100,000 for five, $500,000 for one. Not to mention, the price of the airline tickets to get here, too. All of our food and other miscellaneous expenses, too..." I grinned. "It is turning out to be a wise investment. You six girls are better than I ever possibly imagined." All of them with the possible exception of Camille, that is. I did not like some of the things Camille had tried thus far. She had rubbed me the wrong way on a couple of occasions. I smiled and hesitated before continuing, "Can I ask you something personal, Miss Lindsay? You do not have to answer if you do not want to. I would understand, and not mind." "Sure," she giggled. "You can ask me anything." I hesitated again. "How is it that someone who is as beautiful as you ... how can you still be a virgin at 18?" Lindsay seemed to fidget about somewhat at my question. "Aside from your religious views, you said that you are full of curiosity and desires. You said you were not going to last until your wedding night. Again, discounting your faith, is there any particular reason why a girl as sweet and as beautiful as you is still a virgin at 18?" Lindsay was really squirming and fidgeting about now. An incredibly humble type, no one (except perhaps her younger sister and, to a lesser extent, Trish) had spoken to Lindsay in this manner before. That was obvious. "I am sorry if that was too personal, dear. You don't have to answer it if you don't want to. I would understand. Me, I'm just nosey." "No, it's okay." Lindsay took a deep breath. "Amy tells me every day that we're all friends here, and we should not hide anything from one another. Aside from wanting my first time having sex to be special, I just ... I never had much interest in boys my age. Up until now, I think, boys my age were my only opportunity at going out on a date. I just ... I think boys my age are so immature. I know that where I work - in the supermarket - a lot of the older men there called me jailbait Lindsay until I turned 18 in December. I like a lot of those older guys, and they like me. But almost all of them are married, so they are off-limits. In fact, a lot of them STILL call me jailbait. I could be walking by, and they call me jailbait behind my back." "What is the perfect age for a guy in your book?" "39." I smiled at the prospects. I am 39. Of course, this little sweetheart already knew that. "Actually, I like all older guys," she clarified. "I am attracted to one guy where I work, and he is in his 60's." I laughed. "He would not be able to survive a night with you! So you did not enjoy dating boys in high school, huh?" "I had one serious boyfriend," she admitted. "His name was Eddie. We dated for two years but I never had sex with him. He wanted me to, but I always found a way out of it. Eddie was nice and all - for a while, at least - but I could not see him as the guy I gave my virginity to. I did not love him at all. He was more a friend to me. We would go out, do things together. I guess we weren't serious." "He was nice ... just for a while?" Lindsay pouted. "One day, Eddie DEMANDED that I have sex with him, or our relationship was over. I was not about to let anyone talk to me that way, and make demands. I waved my hand at him and told him bye-bye. The pig..." "Good for you! You have to stand up for yourself." Lindsay glanced around the spacious recreation room for several seconds, but eventually focused on the collection of video game consoles that were lined up on the floor. She then looked at me, but pointed toward the game systems. "I was playing Dead or Alive 4 for X-Box 360 before you came down here, Jeremy. My cousin has that game. I love it." "You love playing a martial arts, fighting game?" I asked her, somewhat surprised. Lindsay was too sweet and docile to be interested in a violent video game. Or so I thought. "I've always enjoyed playing it," she told me. "Would you like to play it with me? Please? Competition!" "Sure," I smiled, reaching for one of the controllers. "You know the red-head in this game?" Lindsay asked, firing up the X-Box 360 system by turning its power on. "I forget her name, but she reminds me an awful lot of Amy. The red-headed karate girl with the enormous chest?" "Kasumi?" "Yeah!" Lindsay chirped. "That's her name! Kasumi! Do you agree with me? Doesn't she remind you of Amy?" I thought things over for a moment or two. "Yes ... as a matter of fact, she does. Interesting observation, Lindsay. I would have never thought of it myself." And you remind me of Rikku, Lindsay, I said to myself. Rikku is a character in Final Fantasy X-2 - which was my favorite video game of all-time (at least right now). Lindsay and Rikku looked so much alike that they could easily pass as long-lost sisters. After a few seconds, I told Lindsay, "Kasumi is also in another game - Dead or Alive: Xtreme Beach Volleyball. She wears a string bikini the whole game. The graphics in it are outstanding; they are so good it looks like you are watching a movie instead of playing a video game. Kasumi and the other girls bounce up-and-down all throughout it." "I want to play that game instead now!" Lindsay squealed. - Wanting to help Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, I began to clear the dining room table of all dishes and trays after dinner had concluded that evening. Amy, who worked as a waitress in her suburban Cincinnati hometown, decided to pitch in and help me with the clean-up too. Trish also lent a helping hand, although I told both ladies that I did not require or even want their help. They were, as I told them a few days ago, my guests. But Trish and Amy insisted... Pamela, Lindsay, Devon and Camille all said they were going to change into their bikinis and go down to the beach for a dip in the ocean before it got too dark. After the dishes were taken care of and the formal dining room was spic and span, Amy said that she was going to join them. The insatiable red-head planted a kiss on Trish's cheek and mine, then smiled and sashayed off to her room to change. Did Trish have a mending of the ways with Amy? I did not know, but that certainly appeared to be the case. Yesterday, Trish was very upset at some of the things Amy (as well as Camille) was saying to Lindsay. Now, a mere 24 hours later, Trish was welcoming kisses on the cheek from Amy? I would have to do some research in my trusty voyeur room and see if they had some sort of discussion where they ironed out whatever problems that existed between them. Like all of the other ladies, I hated for Amy to leave, but LOVED to watch her go. What a magnificent ass! She wore a pair of cut-off denim shorts, which clung tightly to that shapely ass of hers, accentuating its gorgeous shape and erotic firmness to the greatest extent. As I watched the young woman strut away, I paid special attention to that wondrous backside. Amy's lush, round ass jiggled and twitched seductively with each and every step, her hips swaying from side to side in an exaggerated fashion. She was giving Trish and yours truly a little tease show. "I think there goes my real dinner," Trish offered, her pretty eyes also trained on Amy until she soon disappeared around the corner. "Yum-yum, give me some..." "Trish!" I openly scorned her, albeit playfully. I shook my head and added, "What's the deal, sweetheart? Aren't you going to join the others down at the beach, too? It's only going to stay light outside for another hour or so." "I will eventually," Trish said, smiling, her expression somewhat suggestive as she looked at me. Trish, along with Lindsay and Camille, had not been with me in any sort of sexual situation yet. I had been with Pamela, Amy and Devon, but not the first trio yet. Was that about to change? Soft green eyes and a lovely, cover-girl face gave Trish an innocent edge to her otherwise sex machine of a body. At 5-foot-4 and 118 pounds, not only was Trish very physically fit, but she was also incredibly voluptuous, too. A fitness instructor in the Toronto area, Trish could easily pass as a centerfold model in an adult magazine. She had all of the qualifications for it, too. Not only was the blonde supremely stacked, with that immaculate face of hers to boot, but she also had a smile which could brighten even the darkest of rooms. Trish could really be a supermodel if she wanted to give the profession a try. But the 30-year-old also had a charming personality and infectious attitude which drew others to her. I found myself thinking this about most of the ladies here, but it was the truth. All of them were very friendly and easy-going. Even Camille, though I did not like her right now because of her recent behavior, had her good moments. As for Trish, that smile of hers was what always got me. Instead of calling it pretty or lovely, let me say that Trish's smile could best be described as genuine. It was beautiful, indeed, but Trish seemed to convey a series of good vibes and positive emotions through her smile. It was the type of smile which clearly indicated that she was a warm-hearted and loving kind of woman. The type of woman, I am not afraid to say, that I one day wanted to marry. Trish also seemed to possess a certain sense of poise and confidence about herself that I also found very attractive. She was not confident in an arrogant way, or even an outgoing way. Rather, Trish's confidence was subtle and mostly hidden below the surface. I could tell just from watching her these few days that Trish was a go-getter; she was goal-oriented and strived for nothing but the best in life. I liked that. That was, of course, my type of woman as well. "I remember from your profile that you are a big-time fan of professional hockey," were my words for Trish, wanting to strike up an innocent conversation. "Correct?" "Oh yes," she responded. "I love my hometown team - the Maple Leafs. I've been to a ton of their games over the years. You know that us Canadians just love our hockey, eh?" I grinned at her. "I'm not much of a hockey fan, but I always heard that you actually have to go to a game instead of watching the sport on television to fully appreciate it. Then, after going to a game, you are hooked on it." Trish nodded her head. "Yes, that's true. If we were in Canada, Jeremy, I would offer to take you to a Leafs' game. I would get you hooked on hockey. It is a great sport." "I would gladly go with you, Trish." "This season was the first time in seven years that the Maple Leafs actually made the playoffs." Trish shook her head and added, "They lost in the opening round, a seven game series, four games to three, to the Boston Bruins. The thing is, though, the Leafs were up 4-1 late in the final game. But Boston scored three quick goals, forced overtime, and then scored again to win the game and the series." Trish paused, appearing despondent for a moment. "I was devastated and so was every Leafs' fan. I really thought they had a chance to win the Stanley Cup this year. But ... I think that every year. I am forever the optimist when it comes to the Leafs." Trish shrugged her shoulders. "Up until two weeks ago, I was a fan of the Ottawa Senators." "Oh? Why is that?" Trish frowned. "Ottawa was the only team from Canada that made it to the second round of the postseason. They lost to the Pittsburgh Penguins, four games to one. After that, I was no longer a fan of theirs." I chuckled gently. "Ahh ... a bandwagoner, huh?" "Not exactly," Trish corrected me. "Mostly everyone in my country was rooting for Ottawa simply because they were, as I said, the only team from Canada to make the second round. They were our last hope." "Canadians want their country's teams to win?" "It is really just a national pride thing for us," Trish explained. "Hockey is Canada's game. To bring the Cup home to Canada is where we feel it rightfully belongs. You see, Jeremy, hockey is a religion in my country." "Has a champion been crowned yet?" "No, the Stanley Cup Finals start sometime next week. The conference finals are still going on, so the teams are not set in stone yet. Boston beat Pittsburgh last night in game three of the Eastern Conference Finals, and is up three games to none. I am pretty certain that Boston is going to win the next game and sweep Pittsburgh. Over in the Western Conference Finals, things are a bit more competitive, but I think Chicago is going to defeat Los Angeles in five games. The Blackhawks are up two to one. Game four is tonight." "You must be keeping up with the action here?" Trish nodded. "I watched a live feed of game three between the Bruins and Penguins on the Internet in the recreation room last evening." She rolled her eyes and continued, "Yet another team from America winning the Cup seems impossible to me. What that means, of course, for Canada ... the wait continues. The last team from Canada to win the Cup was Montreal some 20 years ago. That was 1993. Before Lindsay was born! Hockey is Canada's game, and the Cup should belong to us." "You sure love hockey," I observed. "I have talked more about it with you in these past five minutes than everyone else combined in my life." Trish giggled. "Hockey is everything in my country." "My oldest brother, Dan, is a big-time hockey fan," I told her. "I remember there was a video game he loved playing back in the day - NHL '94. To this day, he still says it is the best hockey game a video game system has ever made." "I agree," Trish said. "Nothing comes close. I'm a bit of a video game geek myself. A gamer girl. I play lots of games, but my favorite is undoubtedly World of Warcraft. I have been playing that game since it was released." "I played World of Warcraft a bit in the past," I said. "What character do you play in it?" Trish bit her lip and smiled at me. "A mistweaver monk. I'm a healer. You know a little about the game? I raid on my monk in a 25 man heroic guild. I also have a druid tank that I raid on, but not as seriously as the monk." "I know about raiding in that game," I mused. "I've done a bit in the past when I played. So I suppose your guild is fine with you being away for these six weeks while you're here on the island with me?" Trish giggled. "They don't have much of a choice. I told them that I was going on an extended vacation, but would be back. All of the guys in that guild love me. They love hearing my voice and talking to me over Mumble. I am not worried about losing my raid spot with them at all." "You said there is a hockey game tonight, right?" "Between the Blackhawks and Kings, yes," she responded. "Why do you ask?" I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "I'll watch it with you if you don't mind the company." Trish smiled at the idea as I added, "Perhaps you could teach me a few things about the game? You are obviously an expert at it." "I would love that!" the 30-year-old beamed. "Now ... if I could just make you into a Leafs' fan." I laughed and countered, "I don't know about that. I'm more a baseball, basketball and football sort of person. Professional, that is. I have my favorite baseball and football teams in Cincinnati, and then for basketball, the Lakers from Los Angeles." "Any chance the Lakers had of beating San Antonio in the playoffs this year died when Kobe Bryant got injured," Trish spoke. "Without Kobe Bryant, San Antonio destroyed them. A torn achilles tendon at his age? He may never come back from that. I'd be very surprised if he did. I think the Lakers' days of winning championships are over. The Miami Heat are gonna keep winning titles as long as they stay together." "It's certainly hard to argue that," I agreed. "Reds, Bengals and Lakers, eh? You used to live in those cities, correct, Jeremy? That is what Devon was telling me and Lindsay yesterday, at least." "Ohio for 12 years, New Jersey for six, California for four, with a short spell in Oregon, and then the last 17 on this tropical island." I chuckled before adding, "You know that Lindsay and Amy are from the same county where I lived in Ohio? I would call it a coincidence, but it's really not. One of the reasons why I chose Lindsay and Amy was because they, along with me, are from the same area." "Amy lives more in the city while Lindsay is out in the country," Trish said. "That is what Devon was telling me, at least. They live only a couple of miles apart. I asked Lindsay, and she confirmed it." I nodded my head. "Lindsay is from a really small town. That is why, I think, she seems so shy and reserved." Trish flashed that remarkable smile once again. "I like Lindsay just the way she is. That girl is the sweetest little thing that I have ever seen." She giggled and added, "I want to take Lindsay home and play house with her for the next 60 years. Nothing would ever make me any happier." "Tell me about your family, dear." Trish grinned again. "There is my mom and dad, and I have two younger sisters. Christie is 29 - one year younger than I am - and Melissa is 20." She hesitated before continuing, "It seems kind of strange because Lindsay is only 18. I always think that Melissa is so young and immature. But I'm crazy in love with someone who is even younger than she is." Trish flashed another smile. "Christie looks exactly like I do. The only difference is that Christie is a brunette." Island Fever Ch. 05 I laughed. "That sure would be a vision ... two of you!" "What do you mean?" Trish asked, twirling several strands of her long-flowing blonde hair around a single fingertip. "You're a very beautiful, very smart and kind-hearted woman," I responded. "If your sister looks just like you do, and more importantly ACTS like you do ... wow, that would really be something. You're enough temptation for me as it is by yourself. Two of you would blow my senses." "Oh ... that's so sweet," Trish cooed, batting her eyes. I took a step back and smiled at the amazing beauty that was Trish. She wore a little pair of red spandex shorts, which ended several inches above her kneecaps. Her red top was equally body-hugging as well. It was very tight with a deep, plunging neckline, maximizing the appearance of her formidable cleavage. She also wore a pair of white sneakers and matching socks. Lastly, Trish had a white sweatband tugged across her forehead, with the crimson-red Nike logo remaining visible to fully complement her athletic attire. Indeed, I was very attracted to this beautiful woman. And that attraction was multiplying by the second. "Have you ever been to my country, Jeremy?" I nodded my head. "Yes, I have. It was in 2001, if I'm not mistaken. I had a business meeting all afternoon, then caught a baseball game that night at the SkyDome." Trish flashed that genuine smile of hers once again. "You should have come and seen me back then, Jeremy. If it was in the spring or summer of 2001, I was only 18. I would have loved to catch a Blue Jays' game with you. We could have went out, seen the town ... had a good time together." "Unfortunately, I did not know you back then," I grinned. "Else ... I would have gladly took you to the game." If I did know Trish in 2001, I said inwardly, she and I may very well be married right now. I could easily envision that... "If I'm not mistaken, the game was on June 30, 2001," I told her, the details of that day and night coming back to me. "Toronto lost to the Boston Red Sox, 6-5, I believe." "I was 18 then," Trish nodded. "2001 ... the Blue Jays had a bad year. I think we finished in third place." "We? You must REALLY love sports," I commented, smiling. I know that there are several men out there in the world who would love to have a wife or girlfriend who was as interested in sports - both spectator and participatory - as was Trish. I was not a fanatic when it came to sports by any means, but they had always given me a good source of entertainment. "My dad caught a foul ball when I was four," Trish mused. "It was at the old Exhibition Stadium in Toronto, well before SkyDome was built. It was my first-ever baseball game. Dad let me have the ball. I still have it on display in my house. I got the pitcher that night, Jimmy Key, to autograph it for me. Doug DeCinces of the Angels hit it. I can still see the ball coming right at us off of his bat." "I came close to catching a foul ball once at a Reds' game in Cincinnati, with my brother," I countered. "I think I was 10 or 11. It was during batting practice. The ball was coming right at me, but someone from behind caught it at the last possible second. I was so mad. Eric Davis hit it. He was my favorite player growing up." I paused for a brief moment before asking her, "You follow football at all?" Trish smiled again. "I went to my first NFL game back in December 2008. The Buffalo Bills played the Miami Dolphins in Toronto at Rogers Centre which, of course, used to be called SkyDome. The game was boring; Miami won it 16-3. I saw the Bills again last December at Rogers Centre - they lost to the Seattle Seahawks, 50-17. I am not really a fan of Buffalo, but I love watching the NFL and seeing it live for the first time back in 2008 was pretty awesome." I smiled. "You are a living, breathing encyclopedia when it comes to sports, Trish. You know a whole lot more about them than I do. I have never met a woman like you." "What has happened thus far during these four days is much different than what I expected," Trish admitted, deciding to change the subject. I wanted to talk more sports with her... "What do you mean?" "I fully expected you to have all of us in some sort of non-stop orgy by now. With all of the money that you're paying us, I was really expecting nothing less. I thought that you would be some sort of big-shot playboy type of guy." "I might still turn out to be that way," I wryly retorted, shrugging my shoulders in an innocent fashion. "I don't think so," Trish grinned, shaking her head. "You seem entirely too nice and sweet to be a pervert. I think you're a good guy who has some naughty fantasies. That is what this whole thing is about. Yeah..." I laughed softly. "I shall take that as a compliment. Tell me, Trish. Is this a complaint of yours? Do you WANT to be in an orgy right now, and for me to be a pervert?" She shook her head again. "No, not at all. I'm glad that you're allowing us, as you said earlier in the week, to go at our own pace. Thank you, Jeremy. Thank you." "Your comfort is my goal," I reminded her. "That is my motto for these six weeks. If you are not comfortable, Trish ... or any of the others are not comfortable for that matter, then I'm not accomplishing my goal. Very simple." Smiling, Trish leaned upward and planted a simple kiss on my cheek. I was not expecting it from her and thus, I now found myself blushing beet-red. Trish's smile became even brighter as she gauged my heartfelt, sincere reaction. "Thank you for making this a lot easier than it should be," she said, leaning up and kissing my cheek again. "For a long time, I was apprehensive about coming here. About what I may have gotten myself into. The way you have treated us, though ... it is the best-case scenario that I could ever ask for. You've been a perfect gentleman, Jeremy, and I see no reason why that would ever change. You've made this - the idea of living on a remote island in a strange house with a man I never met before - so very easy. Not to mention five other girls I never met before, either. This transition could not have been any smoother, and I owe it to you. We all owe it to you, Jeremy. Again, thank you." "You're welcome," I told her, still somewhat embarrassed. I touched my face with my right hand, then looked at it for several seconds. I could not believe that Trish had kissed me. Of course, I was not complaining about it. No way... "I also wanted to thank you for what you did for Lindsay, and her family," Trish smiled. "Lindsay was telling me all about it earlier. She said her mom already has the money. That was incredibly sweet and gracious of you, Jeremy. I was even thinking of wiring Lindsay's family some money myself. I have a little stash of my own in the bank." "You really care for that girl ... don't you?" Trish shrugged her shoulders and offered an impish grin. "Like no one ever before, yes. I'm in love with Lindsay." "Have you told her that yet?" Trish pouted for an instant and replied, "No, not yet. I don't want to scare her off, or anything. I've been down that road before, but on the opposite side. I want to go slow with her. You know, Lindsay is worth the wait, eh?" I nodded my head. "I agree. She is worth the wait." Trish giggled and pointed toward the dining room exit. "I better get going if I want to catch up with the others before they all hit the beach. Why don't you join us, Jeremy? Maybe we can build a bon-fire and have a long talk? Everyone could sit around the fire. It would be fun." "Sounds like a plan," I grinned. "I'll be down in a bit. I need to change into my swimming trunks." "I need to change too," Trish squealed, before smiling once again. "I'm all dressed up in my workout gear because I was in the exercise room before dinner. That place is so huge. It shames the fitness club in Toronto where I work. This mansion has everything a person could ever want." I tilted my head and asked, "Can we talk again like this? I like talking to you, Trish. You're a neat person." "Of course we can." "Good." As I touched upon in a prior chapter, Trish was actually more than just a woman. She was a chick. A cool chick. The discussion I just had with her is ample proof of that. Trish smiled again. "I better go and change if I want to go to the beach with the others. See you there too, Jeremy?" When I nodded my head, Trish waved her hand at me and then turned to walk away. Just like moments ago with Amy, I hated for Trish to go ... but LOVED to watch her leave. I fully appreciated a round, firm ass encased in spandex... - "God..." I moaned a short time later, my body full of sexual anxiety, as I made my way into my personal suite. "What a lady!" I added, shaking my head. Now, Trish was nipping at the heels of Pamela and Devon as the woman at the forefront of my thoughts - and for good reason. Trish was a goddess! Not only that, but Trish was also a true sweetheart! I wanted the opportunity to get to know Trish on a much more personal (and intimate) level. Of course, the same could be said for all of the ladies here too. I was still willing to give Camille another chance... As I turned the corner and was about to whisk my shirt off, I suddenly froze up, and my eyes nearly exploded at what they saw in front of me. Lounging upon my own bed was the darling Lindsay, who simply wore an oversized night-shirt on her nubile body. Perched upon her side, Lindsay propped her head up with an elbow and offered me a nervous smile. I got the sense that Lindsay wanted to be bold, but her shy and humble nature was holding her back somewhat. Still, the question begged... "What are you doing here?" I managed to get out, admiring her silky blonde hair as it was pulled into a pony-tail. Not only was I surprised with Lindsay's presence, but my heart was suddenly beating at a rapid rate of speed. Indeed, what was Lindsay doing here right now? Why was she wearing just a night-shirt and lying upon my bed? I thought she was going to the beach with the others. That was what she claimed. One of my house rules was that no one was allowed into my personal suite without my explicit permission. Obviously, I did not invite Lindsay to come waltzing in here this evening. This was the one rule that I wanted to place the most amount of emphasis on, but Lindsay - of all people - violated it. She had entered my private bedroom without my content. Thus, I was seething inside. I was angry. Beside myself. But of course, I would never let Lindsay know those feelings. I refused to display any sort of negativity around her. I was not the type of person to express any dissatisfaction while in the presence of beautiful ladies - especially toward those who were on my island. I was just happy that all of them were here. The last thing I wanted to do was make the group of ladies angry at me. The best way to avoid that, I figured, was to always give in and do whatever they wanted. Still, Lindsay had invaded the sacred sanctuary otherwise known as my private suite. I was not happy about it. "What are you doing here?" I asked her again. "I wa-want to have s-sex with y-you," Lindsay stammered. "Would you ... would you like that? Right now? With m-me? I want you t-to be th-the one to t-take my vi-vi-virginity." "WHAT?" I asked, stunned. Lindsay shook her head and fussed, "You are the nicest person that I have ever met in my life, Jeremy. You're also the easiest to talk to. If I lose my v-virginity on th-this island, which I will, I think it should happen with y-you." I would be a fool to not be interested in what Lindsay was offering me, but my more sensitive side had its concerns - as it always did. "Are you ready for that, Lindsay? You were telling me just earlier today that you want your first time to be special. If not someone you love, at least someone who is a friend. You and I ... we just met this week, honey. I ... I don't want to take something important from you, and then for you to regret it in the future." "I don't think I would regret it," Lindsay stressed. She took a deep breath and found the courage within herself to go forward with her proposal. "Look at what you did for my family! I overheard Devon telling Camille that none of us will ever find a nicer and more honorable man than you. I won't ever regret losing my virginity to you, Jeremy, because I think you'll make me feel special. I just KNOW it." "Can you sleep on this?" Although my cock was so hard that it actually hurt in my trousers, that was my initial, gut reaction. I did not want Lindsay to make a mistake and then regret it in the future. "Sleep on this, sweetheart. Think about it ... I just want you to be sure." "Out of all the possibilities, I never thought someone would refuse me when I offered to have sex with them for the first time!" Lindsay whined. "There is nothing for me to sleep on, or think about. I want to have sex with you, Jeremy." Lindsay finally seemed assured and confident in what she was saying to me. "And I want it RIGHT NOW!" "Lindsay, I just don't want for..." "Don't you like me?" she cried, cutting my words off. "Of course I like you!" I moaned. "You are a very nice, very beautiful young lady. I like you a lot. I just ... I don't you to make a mistake and regret it. I don't want you to think that you HAVE to do this. I was never looking for any favors when I sent your mom that money, dear. I don't want you to feel compelled to do this. You don't have to. Please don't feel that you owe this to me because of what I did for you and your family. You don't owe me a thing. I had no ulterior motives in wiring that money to your mom. I did it ... because it was the right thing to do." "Why are we even having this discussion?" Lindsay fussed. "What is there to talk about? Why aren't you kissing me? Better yet, why aren't you making love to me right now? Do I have to throw myself at you like Amy did to get what I want?" Lindsay got somewhat angry as she concluded, "Do I have to act like a ... whore?" Okay. That was it. I took a deep breath and nodded my head in agreement. How could I resist this virgin teen-ager who wanted to have sex with me so badly that she was actually crying about it? "If this is what you want, sweetheart, then ... then I can help." "Good!" Lindsay beamed. "Trish should be here real soon." I gulped my throat and clarified, "T-Tr-T-Trish?" "I left a note in our room for her to come here to your room and meet me," Lindsay cooed, her face suddenly turning red. "I want Trish to be here too. I want her to take part in everything ... I want her with us." I gulped my throat again. "You want a ... a three-some?" "I think it would be wild!" Lindsay exclaimed. "To lose my virginity in a three-some would be an absolute, dream come true! Don't worry, Jeremy. Trish likes you. I want you to take my virginity, but I also want Trish here, too. I want her to HELP you take it from me." "Sweetheart, I don't..." "What's going on here?" Trish asked, suddenly appearing in the open doorway behind me. Her eyes went wide at the sight of young Lindsay wearing the oversized night-shirt. "I got your ... what in the ... what are you doing, Lindsay?" The 18-year-old took a long, deep breath and responded, "I want to have sex with you and Jeremy. Right now." "Both of us?" Trish screeched, momentarily looking at me. When I shrugged my shoulders at her, Trish re-focused all of her attention onto Lindsay. "Are you sure, honey?" "I'm more sure about this than anything," she answered. "To be with my two favorite people in the world - you and Jeremy - for my first time. It would be so special." The little blonde moaned and licked her lips at the mere sight of her girlfriend. "I want you so much, Trish. Ever since I saw you at the airport in Miami this past Monday, I knew that you were the girl for me. Your body is so hot. It is everything that I have ever dreamed about in another girl. I know I haven't said that to you yet, but it's the truth." Suddenly very interested, Trish stepped forward and climbed onto the bed with Lindsay. "I know that you are still a virgin, honey. Are you positive about this, eh?" Lindsay nodded. "Yes, positive. Without a doubt." "Even after our long talk from earlier? When we talked about waiting, and letting things happen naturally?" "This seems perfectly natural to me." "Are you ABSOLUTELY positive you want this right now?" "Yes." "Why now?" "Now seems like the right time." "There is no possible chance you will regret doing this?" "None whatsoever," Lindsay guaranteed. Literally glowing, Trish glanced at me for a quick moment before turning her full attention back toward Lindsay. "I have never had a three-some before." She bit her lower lip and cooed, "This will be something new for me, too." Lindsay nodded her head and smiled. "We can all share in it together ... the three of us. It will be perfect." "Would you like to kiss me right now? Because I really want to kiss you." Lindsay went short of breath. "Oh dear God ... yes." Trish curled her neck and met the young woman's lips with her own for a very slow-moving, deep kiss. Pure and total excitement seemed to wash over Lindsay's face all at once as Trish literally serenaded her mouth with the most gentle, loving kiss that she could possibly offer. The erection within my trousers was reaching monumental proportions as I stood off to the side and took in the natural, untamed beauty that was Lindsay. She was a magnetic and gorgeous little thing, with her flowing, yellow-blonde hair up in a pony-tail, her wholesome smile, her slender legs, those taut breasts and immaculate, unblemished skin. I then recalled a thought that I had about Lindsay during her first day here. Indeed, it seemed as if she belonged on a homecoming float somewhere right now. Lindsay was so tantalizingly young and innocent. She appeared to be no older than a freshman in high school... I actually had to remind myself on more than one occasion that Lindsay was of legal age (albeit, just barely). Why was this little girl on my island right now? Wasn't there a high school mathematics class that she should be attending? That was another thought that dawned upon me. Then, I reminded myself that Lindsay already graduated from high school - a mere six days ago. She reminded me of jailbait. No wonder she earned that nickname from her co-workers... I was so lost in my naughty ideas that I did not realize that the mutual kiss between Trish and Lindsay had reached its conclusion until the Canadian's voice broke my trance. "Would you like to kiss Jeremy now, honey?" Her face flushed red once again, Lindsay turned her focus toward me and nodded her head. Wow, I said inwardly. There was a thick blotch of lipstick - courtesy of Trish's mouth - on Lindsay's cheek. Now, my cock began pulsating. "Come here, Jeremy," Trish instructed me, her right arm outstretched. "Come here and get a kiss from Lindsay." Stepping forward, I climbed onto the bed and offered Lindsay my most reassuring smile. There was plenty of hesitation on her part, but she was also incredibly aroused. The look in those pretty, sea-blue eyes of hers told me so. "Kiss her," Trish instructed me, but I too, hesitated. "You kiss me," I said to Lindsay, wanting her to make the first move between us. This had to be her decision. An instant later, as I stood on my knees upon the bed, the teen-ager moved upward and pressed her lips to mine for a soft, delicate kiss. Now seated behind her, Trish reached forward with her right hand and gently ran it over and across Lindsay's tight, little ass. I wondered whether or not she had panties on underneath her thin night-shirt. Lindsay moaned and broke our kiss, then turned her head and glanced back at Trish as she now used both hands to gently squeeze and massage her ass. Island Fever Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Vernacular Looking over at Kristanna for a brief instant, I could not help but to openly smile at her. Was there anything not to appreciate about this enchanting young woman and her overall physical appearance? If so, I certainly was not aware of it. Kristanna's graceful, tall frame, long-flowing blonde hair and pretty blue eyes helped make her into a classic beauty. Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow in a truly exotic fashion. Even better, the mini-dress that Kristanna wore had a plunging neckline, which offered a nice, tantalizing view of her sexy, yet humble, cleavage. Kristanna, of course, was my friend from Norway. Blessed with a very slender and athletic body, her personality and infectious demeanor matched flawlessly. She had been a ray of sunshine in my life ever since the day that I met her some four years ago. Now, Kristanna had finally made her return to the island. I could not be any happier, either... As we were en route from the heli-pad to the mansion in my trusty, old Jeep, I glanced over at Kristanna and smiled at her once again. "How was your trip, dear?" "It vas long and tiring," she replied, using a Norwegian accent. "Da vedder vas so cold and brisk in Oslo last night. But I shed me yacket ven da plane reach Florida. It vas like night and day, Jeremy. Florida be steaming hot!" I grinned at her. I simply loved to listen to this young woman talk. Her unique (and extremely sultry) voice ALWAYS made me smile. I also liked her yacket/jacket pronunciation. I sometimes wondered why Kristanna said my name correctly. Why wasn't I Yeremy, instead of Jeremy, to her? Norway was a great country to have produced a woman like this... I was so glad that Kristanna had finally returned to the island after a three week hiatus. After all, Kristanna was the primary reason why all of the other ladies were here on the island in the first place. Without her assistance, I would still be living on this tropic of Eros all by myself. Kristanna's travels started last evening in Oslo, Norway, where she boarded an airline flight to Frankfurt, Germany. The 23-year-old hooked up with a connector flight to Miami, Florida, and then finally made her way to Lima, Peru. From there, she was escorted to the island in a helicopter by a pilot friend of mine (whose name was Kevin). Her family lived outside of Oslo, but Kristanna had also spent some time in California during recent years as a college student. She was majoring in - of all things - archeology. Of course, as I continually gawked at Kristanna, I knew that the other ladies would grow to like her just as much as I did. She was just so nice and friendly, and charismatic. How could anyone not like a woman this beautiful and funny? "Tell me about da udders," was her next comment. "Do yew have a favorite amongst da girls yet?" "I thought I did, but I'm not so sure anymore," was my response. "If you made me pick one right now, I think it would be ... Trish. Yes, Trish. I have gone through so many of the girls this week, and flip-flopped between them so many times, that I am going to hold off for a while before I finally decide who my favorite really, truly is. At various times I have liked Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, and Devon the most. Since yesterday, at least, I am becoming more and more attracted to Trish. Yesterday was ... it was ... INCREDIBLE. The most incredible experience of my entire life, bar none." Kristanna smiled at me. "Vat happened yesterday?" "Trish helped me take Lindsay's virginity." "Oh," Kristanna responded, looking a bit surprised. "I still cannot believe that we brought a virgin to the island with us, Krissy. Lindsay is so sweet and innocent, and so young! She reminds me of you when you were 19." "I vas not a virgin ven ve meet each udder back den." "Yes, but you were sweet and innocent." Kristanna smiled at my words as I added, "You still are - just like Lindsay." "But yew like Trish da most now?" I nodded my head. "Yes, right now. But that is subject to change. It can change from minute-to-minute, actually. Of the girls, I think Devon has the biggest crush on me. In fact, I think that goes without saying." "Ahh yes, I remember Devon from da computer," Kristanna mused. "Devon is da pretty blonde from Pennsylvania, no?" I nodded at her as she continued, "From da pictures on yewr computer, I liked Devon da most. She da prettiest. I have to see dem in person, dough, to be honestly sure. So ... let me get dis straight. Yew like all of da girls here? Vait a minute ... yew name every girl on da island except Camille?" I shook my head in a painful manner. "I do not know if I really like Camille as a person. She has said some really hurtful things about not only me, but a few of the others as well. In her defense, though, Camille and I haven't had the chance to sit down and really talk with each other yet. Most of my time has been spent with Pamela, Amy and Devon. I just had a three-some with Trish and Lindsay yesterday. I cannot emphasize enough how incredible it was, Krissy. I had never been with a virgin before. Well, you know that." "Lindsay is da Bible girl if I am not mistaken? She be da one voo really devote herself to its teachings, ya? Da one vid da aspirations of one day getting into da ministry? Yust like her papa? Follow in his footsteps?" I nodded my head. "Yes, that would be Lindsay." "Pamela and Amy ... vat are dey like?" "I really like Pamela a lot, Kristanna. And Amy is just the way that the computer program predicted she would be, judging from the questionnaires we sent out many months ago." "Amy da slut puppy!" Keeping my eyes focused on the road in front of me as I drove the Jeep, I told her, "Yes, you can say that." "I am sorry I could not arrive here earlier," Kristanna frowned, deciding to change the subject. "Had problems vid da passport. Had to get me passport straightened out first." "It's okay, sweetheart." I just loved that accent! "It wasn't your fault. I'm just glad that you are finally back with me. I always miss you when you leave." "I missed yew too! Du inviterer alle disse kvinnene her for Ã¥ være med deg siden du leter etter kjærligheten. Men jeg elsker deg mer en noen av dem kan noen gang komme til Ã¥ gjøre. Jeg bare hÃ¥pte at du kunne innse det." I shook a menacing, but playful finger at her and grinned, "Don't you go Norwegian on me, sweetheart. You know I cannot understand a word you say - and it drives me crazy." "But it be fun," she giggled. "And yew crazy anyvay..." "That's not very nice," I scolded her in a teasing way. "How is Blakken?" Kristanna inquired, referring to her horse here on the island. There were a pair of horses in the stables (Blakken and Smokin' Satin Bars (my horse)). Blakken is some sort of Norwegian name, but I do not know if it has any special meaning or not. Knowing Kristanna the way I do, though, it probably means something extremely funny. "Blakken is fine," I responded. "I have been taking good care of both of the horses in the stable." "And vat about Vincent Van Goat?" I laughed at the mere mention of Kristanna's pet goat. Now that was a cute name for an animal. "He is fine, too. I saw Trish and Lindsay playing around with him on Tuesday. All that goat of yours does is eat, drink, sleep and play." Kristanna tilted her head to the side. "Bow Vow Meow?" Bow Wow Meow! Now THAT is a name - for a cat - which I find to be totally hilarious. "Just fine, dear. I am sure that Bow Wow Meow will be happy to see you again. Before you ask, Hogglesworth the Pig is perfectly fine, too. And those two geckos you have - Geico and Gonzo - are plugging along. I had them out for a while earlier, playing with them. Jack Rabbit and Bugs Bunny are the same as always, too." "Let us not forget Da Lambinator!" I laughed and shook my head at Kristanna because of her quirky attitude. "The Lambinator ... I had to pay for a veterinarian to come out here from the mainland two weeks ago." Kristanna suddenly looked frightened as I continued, "I could tell that Lambinator was sick and not feeling good. The veterinarian took a look and said he had an internal parasite. He gave me some medicine, or drenches as I think he called them, and told me to administer them to Lambinator every day for ten days. Apparently, it worked. Lambinator is acting like his old self again." Relieved, Kristanna took a deep breath. "Dat is good. Yew had me vorried dare for a minute. Yew know how much all da animals mean to me, Jeremy. Lambinator is da oldest - age eight - of all da pets I have on da island. Are yew sure dat he is feeling better? Are yew sure dat he is cured?" "The doctor told me what trouble signs to look for," I answered. "I have not seen any of them pop-up yet. You know more about sheep than I do, Krissy. So, you are very welcome to take a look at him once we get to the mansion." She nodded her head. "Yes. I vill look at him." "Lambinator is, as always, in the fenced-in area outside with Vincent Van Goat. They have been getting along good." Needless to say, Kristanna was an animal lover. She had grown up on a humongous farm in Norway which was home to a wide variety of animals. Over the four years that she and I had been friends, Kristanna had persuaded me into bringing a large collection of animals and pets to the island. Although they all lived here and I was the one who took care of them more often than not, Kristanna still considered all of these pets to be her very own. I had no problem with that. "Bow Vow Meow, yew better be nice to me pussy ... cat." I snickered and shook my head because of Kristanna's playful nature. "I am ALWAYS nice to your pussy ... cat." "Have yew been taking Yack Rabbit and Bugs Bunny out of dare bunny condo so dey can get dare daily exercise?" "Of course," I nodded. "I take the rabbits out of their cage and let them rumble throughout my bedroom for an hour or two each and every day. I also ordered them some new chew toys, and they seem to love them. Keeps them occupied." "Dat is good," Kristanna surmised. "Yew alvays do a great yob ven looking after all me pet animals here, Jeremy." "Thank you, dear." "No ... dank yew, Jeremy," she countered, grinning. "Yew do a vunderful yob vid dem. Hey ... did yew buy ATV off-road vehicles for all of da girls like I suggested yew should?" I smiled at her. "You bet I did. You gave me a big list and I bought everything on it two weeks ago. Nothing was left out. No expense was spared. Not for these girls." "Vat about me high score on da pinball machine? Is it still dare? Or did yew beat it yet?" Kristanna giggled at her own words. "Vell, of course yew beat it..." I laughed at her. "You still have your high score on your favorite pinball machine in the recreation room. I haven't beaten it yet. You are right, though. I beat other things." "Like yewr cock..." Kristanna chided. "You're a naughty girl. A very naughty girl." "So yew are happy?" she asked in that unique voice, as I drove her to the mansion in my Jeep on this Friday evening. "Yew are happy vid all da girls yew bring to da island? Is all da trouble dat ve vent true really vurd it?" "These five days have been the best five days of my entire life," I told her in response. "But things are even better now, because you're back with me." I grasped the blonde's left hand with my right and brought it to my lips, then offered it a tender kiss. "You make me happy, dear. And yes, everything was worth it. Well worth it." "I go avay for one day and miss yew, Jeremy," Kristanna grinned. "But tree vull veeks! Ven I come here, dough, I miss me family too much. I need a happy medium!" I smiled at her and said, "I hope you are hungry, dear. We're only 30 minutes away from dinner-time. I even got Louisa to fix one of your favorite meals - lutefisk." "Oooooh, lutefisk!" she exclaimed, referring to Norwegian cod soaked and pickled in a lye solution. "Had some lutefisk two nights ago but happy for anudder today. Lutefisk pizza! Yew ordered lefse? I like dat, too." "Of course. You know Louisa will fix whatever we ask her to - even your crazy food. So are you hungry? Have you had anything at all to eat today?" "Momma fixed vafler before I left." She pouted and added, "But dat vas 24 hours ago. Flight lasted forever. Oslo, Frankfurt, Miami, 14 hours. Miami, Lima, six hours. I did have two hot dogs at Miami airport, dough. Big vieners!" I laughed at her. "You like big wieners?" "Da bigger, da better," she grinned. "What is vafler?" "Vaffles and sour cream. Yum-yum. But no food on da airplane ride. Airplane food, yuck-yuck." Kristanna and her words never failed to make me smile. "You must be starving, then. We'll get some food in you." Laughing, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it again. "I'm so glad you're back where you belong - on this island." "Jeg hører til her med deg, gift." "Kristanna!..." - Dinner-time on the island was set for 7:00pm each and every evening, and tonight would be no exception. All of the ladies were required to be in the large dining room at that time, when Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, would serve up the most scrumptious food ever known to mankind. Tonight, it was no different. Louisa had fixed all of us a huge, wide-ranging buffet of foods. How could anyone go wrong with a selection of marinated chicken to choose from, as well as freshly baked turkey breast, Angus rib eye steaks, pork sausage patties, lasagna, wild rice and various seafood and salad dishes? If anyone were to make it to dessert, Louisa had even prepared a raspberry chiffon pie. As all of us - myself and the seven ladies - enjoyed our delicious meal, we got better acquainted with each other. Our conversation was quite lively and included many various topics. Kristanna, who seemed to be a big hit with everyone due to her accent and overall friendliness, conveyed some stories to those who were interested about life in Norway. Kristanna spoke highly of the 300-acre farm that she lived on with her parents, saying it was one of the most profitable markets in all of Norway. The farm even featured a bakery, an ice cream parlor and a petting zoo for young children. There was a six hour difference between Norway (located in the Central European Time Zone) and the island (Eastern Time Zone), Kristanna told us. The average temperature for this time of year (June) there was 70 degrees Fahrenheit, but it had dipped down to 48 last night before her departure. In fact, Norway rarely topped the 75 degree mark all year. Here on the island, of course, it was winter in this part of the world (in the tropics). But winter here meant 70-75 degree weather, so it was not much different than what she left behind in Norway (although the past couple of days had been somewhat humid). The hottest months here were January, February and March (with average temperatures of about 80). I considered those months to be the dog days of summer. At the dinner table, Kristanna even convinced Trish to try a bite of her precious lutefisk. Trish, who claimed to enjoy fish in general, said lutefisk had a strange taste. In other words, she did not like it. If there is one thing that I have learned from having Kristanna as my friend over the past several years, it is that people in her native country have a very unique and exotic appetite. I did not care all that much for Norwegian food myself. Her people did eat a lot of seafood, though, and that was probably one reason why Kristanna was so healthy, and in such excellent shape. Pamela told everyone that she was simply amazed with not only the beauty of the island and its surroundings, but also the ocean itself. It was crystal-clear, which was vastly different from the ocean in Maryland - where Pamela resided. She could not believe how beautiful the water was. Camille claimed that she had the most boring job in the whole world - being a title processor for a real estate agency in the San Diego area. Camille told everyone at the table that the opportunity to get away from her job and spend six weeks on an island paradise such as this was something that she simply could not pass up. The only redeeming thing about her job, Camille explained, was that she got along with all of her co-employees. Some were even close friends. Other than that, though, she was happy to get away from it. Lindsay went onto share a story about the supermarket in Ohio where she was employed as a cosmetics clerk. The young woman said that customers - of all ages - were always trying to flirt with her. Gee, I said to myself. I wonder why? Lindsay was the epitome of sweet innocence, and everything that an 18-year-old girl should be. Any man who was older (like me (39)) would love to get his clutches into her. Devon had no job to speak of, simply because she had quit her position as a project manager for a large corporation in Pennsylvania in order to come to the island. Basically, Devon told her counterparts here at the dinner table the same thing she had said to Camille during their first night here (when I eavesdropped on them by way of the voyeur room). Devon felt that she was being cheated and stepped on at her job, as her boss always took the credit for the 80 hours (and sometimes more) of hard work she put in every week. Even though Devon claimed that no one at the company worked harder and more diligently than she did, she said that it seemed as if a promotion would never come her way. Trish had the slimmest of leads in the race for who was my favorite lady from the entire group. She barely edged out Pamela, Lindsay, Amy and Devon. I found myself attracted to the Canadian after having witnessed the tender and loving manner in which she helped me take Lindsay's virginity. Go ahead and accuse me of being a hopeless romantic, but I felt like wrapping my arms around Trish's wondrous body and never letting go because she was such a warm, compassionate person. Indeed, she was the coolest chick I had ever met. Kristanna was very observant when she stated earlier that Camille was the only woman whom I failed to mention when speaking about potential favorites. Suffice it to say, but I did not particularly care for some of the things Camille had said since her arrival on the island. Camille tried to convince Devon that I had nothing but evil intentions in mind with the whole island concept. Camille was brutally direct and blunt (to be the point of being nasty) when she suggested that Trish should sit back and watch her give a good, hard fucking to Lindsay at the water basin two days ago. What made those words downright despicable was the fact that Lindsay, still a virgin at the time, was also there with them. It was wrong of Camille to say that in her presence. Just plain wrong. Still, being the very forgiving person that I am, Camille one day emerging from the pack as my favorite was not out of the realm of possibility. For that to happen, however, Camille would need to show a very different attitude toward not only me, but the others as well. I found dinner-time to be very fascinating and insightful on this warm June evening. I loved to listen to any and all information concerning the girls. I wanted to know every little detail about their lives. I considered the entire group - even Camille - to be my private flock of angels. "Tell us about your job, Amy," Trish said to the red-head. "You're not a pornstar, or Internet sex model ... are you?" "No, but maybe I should be," Amy replied. "Sounds better than what I am - a Professional Nourishment Provider." Many of the ladies appeared to be dumbfounded for a brief moment. "What was that?" Trish asked, finally speaking up. "Professional Nourishment Provider? What the heck is that?" "Oh..." Amy said, matter-of-factly. "Some people refer to my job as a Nutritional Transport Engineer. But you know what? I like Professional Nourishment Provider much better. I think it has a better ring to it." Island Fever Ch. 06 Trish just looked at Amy and shook her head. She was lost. The other ladies felt the same way. They had no idea what Amy was talking about. I did, however, and smiled to myself. I remembered Amy's occupation from her profile. I then recalled that Pamela knew about her job as well. Amy giggled and finally confessed, "I'm a waitress!" Trish paused for a second, taking that in, then laughed. "Hey! That was cute! Professional Nourishment Provider ... Nutritional Transport Engineer. Waitress. Originals?" "P-N-P is an original of mine," Amy replied. "But N-T-E, a friend thought that up. It was her idea. I will gladly take all of the credit for it, though!" Amy snickered for a few more seconds and then offered, "To be precise, I am a Hooters girl. I am both a waitress and bartender there." "Hooters?" Lindsay asked, her tone a bit incredulous. "Isn't Hooters like a strip club, or something?" Amy laughed at Lindsay's utter naivety. "No, Hooters is not a strip club! Don't you ever get out, girl?" "Do you have anything against people who work at strip clubs?" Pamela asked, her own voice leery. Obviously recalling that there was someone here - Pamela - who actually was employed at such an establishment, Lindsay seemed eager to back off of her words. "Oh! I ... I ... I didn't mean anything negative by it." The 18-year-old then cast her eyes downward, perhaps a bit ashamed. At least Trish was there to slip a reassuring arm around Lindsay's shoulder and give her a peck on the cheek. "Hooters is inherently a sexually charged atmosphere," Camille said. "I've been to a couple of different Hooters in my life, and they are all basically the same. Beautiful women squeezed into too-tight tank-tops and orange shorts ... they make you forget the fact that the food there is quite mediocre." She hesitated for a moment, lost in thought. "Hooters is like a strip club, but only it's safer." "Oh, stop it!" Amy responded in defense of her employer. "Families go there! Mom and Dad bring the T-ball team or the gymnastics girls ... I see kids where I work every day." "What type of message do parents send to their children when they take them out to eat at a place where all of the waitresses are women in ultra-tight clothes, bearing as much cleavage and leg as possible without breaking the law?" Amy had no answer for that question from Trish. Instead, she simply glared at her with inflamed eyes. "The last time I went to Hooters, a few months back, I tried to tuck a buck in the waitress' shorts when she brought me a draft refill," Camille chuckled. "Needless to say, she did not appreciate it. Nor did the management. I also told the waitress that if she ever got a job at the strip club down the street, I would go there and tip her even better. I told her I knew that was what she was aspiring toward." Lindsay seemed absolutely bewildered by that statement. As I sat idly by here at the dinner table with everyone else, I actually had to stifle a laugh because of the look on the poor girl's face. Obviously, she had never been involved in a discussion quite like this before. "I have been to Hooters once in my life," Devon mused. "It seemed one step above a strip club, if you ask me." She quickly turned toward Pamela and added, "Not that I have anything against strip clubs or people who work there, mind you. Just, Hooters is not a family-type restaurant to me." Kristanna decided to add her own unique thoughts on the subject. "Vatever dis Hooters place be - beautiful vomen vid cleavage and legs on display - I need to check it out!" Perhaps wanting to lighten the mood - after all, Amy was getting hammered here from all ends because of her job - Trish decided to change the subject. "Hey Lindsay, how about you tell Kristanna and the others about that man and his son you came across in Miami on Monday? The ones who knew you?" "Oh ... yeah!" Lindsay chirped, her zest and enthusiasm suddenly returning. "I stopped at the Chinese food mart at the Miami airport this past Monday, in-between my flights on the way here to the island, and this little boy runs up to me, screaming. His father flags him down and tells him that yes, this is the nice girl who helped us pick out Mommy's perfume last week at [Supermarket Name]. I was totally dumbfounded. I could not believe that I had come across one of my recent customers, from all the way back home in Cincinnati, so far away in Miami. I remembered them, too. I helped them pick out perfume for a good 15 minutes that day. The man said that he and his family were flying to Antigua on vacation, and I told him I was going to Peru. I still cannot believe that I saw one of my customers there." "I am sure that the father wanted you," Amy told her. "I bet that he wanted to make you into his 'lil slut daughter." "AMY!" Devon gasped. Trish made a face at those words and quipped, "Is that all you think about, Amy? Sex?" "Pretty much." Trish shook her head. "On my airline flight from Toronto to Miami, I sat next to a man who was going there to visit his father, who had been diagnosed with cancer. Listening to him made me feel very sad, and reminded me just how much my own family - especially my mother and father - mean to me. I called them both the very moment the plane touched the ground and told them how much I loved them and would miss them." "I wish I could see my father again..." Lindsay pouted. "Did you ever think that he was lying to you?" Amy asked Trish. "He could have just made all of that up so he could talk to you. It was his way of flirting, and making you feel sorry for him. Maybe he thought he had a chance at getting some from you before you took your connection to Peru. I bet he wanted to join the Mile High Club with you." "Amy!" Trish exclaimed, upset. "You don't make up stories about cancer," Pamela sniped. "I was lucky on my flight from Philadelphia to Miami," Devon said. "There were three seats in my row, but I had the whole row to myself. I did not have to sit next to anyone. I stretched out and relaxed ... listened to my iPod. I'd have died without it because I don't like flying at all." "I have no idea how much Jeremy paid for my first class ticket from Los Angeles to Miami, but the guy who sat next to me said his was $3,600 when he bought it at the counter just before the plane was about to take off," Camille told us. "For such an exorbitant price, the little flight attendant - Hayley was her name - I was thinking the whole time that she should have offered everyone complimentary blowjob or pussy licking service." The lusty Latina laughed at her own words and added, "For $3,600, why not? That is ridiculous." "I vant to be on an airplane dat offers dat!" Kristanna exclaimed, giggling merrily. "That would be a good job for Amy," Pamela smirked. "A flight attendant who takes care of customers on her knees?" "Talk about flying the friendly skies!" Devon grinned. With so much sharing and playful banter (and sometimes not playful) amongst the entire group, I found this particular dinner to be my favorite thus far. I believe that Kristanna and her presence had a lot to do with it. Kristanna had the unique ability to bring out the best in everyone, and get them to open up. Plus, she was a total riot to listen to. I hated for our meal to end, but realized that time would come sooner rather than later. At least no one left the dinner table for 90 minutes, though. That was excellent. - Kristanna was a very beautiful young woman with a classy appearance - especially with her long-flowing blonde hair pinned up (like now). There were so many wondrous details about her outer beauty that I could delve into, but perhaps the most striking thing about Kristanna were her legs. At 5-foot-11, Kristanna had what best could be described as skyscraper legs. They were incredibly sleek and toned, with nary a blemish on them. Even better, those legs seemed to go on forever. Kristanna was incredibly thin (only 115 pounds at her height) and did not have the overly voluptuous figure that many of the other ladies here did. But she more than made up for whatever deficiencies with those legs. Camille, who stood 5-foot-9, also had legs which were very long and graceful. But I am afraid that they did not even compare with the beauty and symmetry of Kristanna's legs, which appeared worldly in their own right. Best of all, those wondrous legs of hers were on total display as she paraded about my personal suite in nothing but a black bra and G-string set on this Friday evening. Everyone had retired to their respective rooms for the night. Kristanna and I were no different. She was not always going to sleep with me, but that was the plan for tonight. We would worry about tomorrow when the time came. "Yew looking at me legs again?" she swooned. "BAD BOY!" "You're quite the bad girl," I countered, being playful. "The only reason you stripped down to your little bra and G-string is so you can tease me, and drive me crazy." "Is it vorking?" "Yes, it is. Very much so." The 23-year-old let loose with a charming smile as she took a seat directly across from me upon the bed. I inhaled sharply and told her, "I've said this a million times tonight, dear, but I think it bears repeating. I've missed you so much over the past few weeks. You're my best friend in the whole, wide world. I wish that you could live here with me, full-time." "A nice dought, but I vould miss me family too much," she remarked. "Maybe yew could bring me family here - to island?" Kristanna laughed at the mere thought and added, "I could see dat. Momma and Papa vould yust not like it here. Dey prefer farm life at home in Norvay, ya." "You've told me that before, sweetheart." "I vant to know much more about Devon," the seductress offered. "I dink Devon may very vell be da sexiest voman dat I ever meet. Vat do yew like about her, Jeremy?" "Oh, can I say ... everything?" I replied in a serious tone. "I don't know, Kristanna. This may sound hard to believe, but for as beautiful as Devon is on the outside, she is a million times more beautiful inside. Plus, Devon wants all of the same things that I do in life, too." "Den I have someding else in common vid her!" I smiled at Kristanna and added, "I am still going to evaluate all of the others and focus on them individually before making my final decision, though. It's just very difficult right now. Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, Devon, even Camille. This is going to be a tough decision." Kristanna took a deep breath. "I yust vant yew to be happy, Jeremy. Dat is all I have ever vanted for yew." I grinned once again and told her, "I trust that you will find the right man - or woman, too, dear. Who knows? Maybe that person is on this island right now. You said that you like Devon the most, right? Talk to her." "Hmmmmm ... Devon," she purred. "But I like Trish now too. I like all da girls! Dey all pretty!" "How do you say I love you in your language?" was my next question. "Maybe I can spring it on whomever I choose and see if I can get a reaction or not." "Jeg elsker deg." I did not realize it at the time, but Kristanna said those same three words - jeg elsker deg, or I love you - to me while we were riding in my Jeep hours ago. Perhaps I took her words out of context since they were said in a very large sentence, but after realizing it was the same quote (days later, with the aid of the voyeur room), I began to wonder... Was Kristanna in love with me? Our prior attempts at a bona-fide relationship always seemed to fail no matter what we tried, though the two of us remained the absolute best of friends. I had my share of highly intimate moments with Kristanna, indeed, but I still could not look at her as anything more than a friend. A close, wonderful friend, indeed - but a friend nonetheless. The biggest obstacle we had in terms of a commitment was the simple fact that she was a farm girl from Norway, and I was an islander from the South Pacific (though born and bred in the United States). Neither of us wanted to leave our respective homelands, although Kristanna did go to college in California. Nothing against California, mind you, but I did not want to reside there, either. I lived there before and had no aspirations of ever moving back. Geographics had forever blocked any chance of a real commitment for us. "How is me English?" Kristanna asked, looking hesitant. "I have been vorking super-hard on it da past few veeks." "Your English is fine, sweetheart. You have that accent and you pronounce a few things differently than common English-speaking people, but it is fine. You've come a long way in the four years that we've known each other." "I could barely speak a lick of English ven ve meet da first time! Going to university in Los Angeles has helped." I shook my head and mused, "I still cannot believe that you are studying Archeology. You could be exploring a dark cave somewhere someday, and while everyone is having a turkey sandwich during lunch break, you could have lefse." "And lutefisk!" the young woman giggled. "You're priceless, dear. Just priceless." Kristanna seemed to notice the huge bulge within my shorts as I used my right hand to reach out and touch her face. The erection could not be avoided, as the gorgeous Kristanna was lounging upon the bed in nothing but her sexy black bra and G-string. Those heavenly legs looked most inviting... "I have you to thank for all of these girls being in my life," I said, embracing her warmly, my voice delicate and soothing. I gently nibbled on her earlobe. "How will I ever be able to re-pay you in exchange for helping me write that matchmaker software? These girls are angels." "Betal meg tilbake? Du kunne giftet deg med meg isteden." "Why do you do that to me?" I smiled and shook my head at her. "Why do you slip in Norwegian words like that all of the time? I cannot understand a single word of it!" "As I said earlier, it be fun. I like yew not knowing vat it is dat I say to yew, Jeremy. If yew vant to know vat it means so badly, den simply learn me language!" "You could be cursing me out..." Kristanna laughed at my words. "I do not dink so." She brushed her long-flowing blonde hair away from her forehead with an arm and mused, "I need a snack before going to bed." "Would you like anything specific? A sandwich? I'll be happy to get something from the kitchen for you." "I vant some cock," Kristanna replied, which temporarily caught me off-guard. The ravishing young woman emphasized her point with a subtle, sensual move - by licking her lips. Next, she broke away from our embrace and dropped down to her knees beside the bed. Kristanna looked up at me and pointed toward her mouth. "Can yew give me a snack?" "Of course, sweetheart." Kristanna smiled and crooked a finger, motioning for me to move closer toward her. I did just that, then let out a soft, gentle moan as she immediately reached out and ran her long, slender fingers over and across my crotch. Kristanna smiled once again as she then rose up to her feet and wrapped her arms around my shoulders for a loving embrace. I immediately sought her mouth with my own, our warm tongues slipping and sliding together over an easy, languid exchange. Soon, I tilted my head to the side, allowing myself better access into that velvety mouth. Naturally, after pulling Kristanna close and hugging her myself, my right hand drifted downward. I ran it over and across that nice, firm ass, then ventured even lower. She giggled upon our shared kiss as I caressed the back of her thigh, tracing the tips of my fingers over it. I stood up and increased the ferocity of our deep, mutual kiss. Kristanna giggled yet again as she backed me against the night-stand and then hooked her opposite leg around my own. Our kiss intensified, naturally, and soon I was ravaging her mouth with all of the passion and fervor I could muster. "Oh yeah," I sighed as Kristanna then reached into my shorts and pulled my semi-hard cock out, breaking our kiss in the process. She again dropped to her knees and tugged my shorts downward with both hands, then began to pump and squeeze my shaft toward an aching, powerful erection. "Dis vill really be more dan a snack for me," Kristanna snickered, her right hand a blur it frigged the base of my shaft. "I am going to treat dis like da main course!" I groaned with pure arousal as, while still perched on her knees, Kristanna snaked her head toward my pelvis and then engulfed my awaiting cock into her hungry mouth with one, swift movement. Oh ... what a wonderful feeling! As usual, Kristanna moved slowly. She wanted this to last for both of us. With each head-bob, the quirky vixen looked up at me and smiled. I cannot say enough good things about a woman who enjoys the simple pleasure of performing oral sex for her man. Especially when that man is me! As could be expected, Kristanna looked wonderful on her knees in front of me. She was still dressed in that sexy, little bra and G-string set. Best of all, however, those lips of hers had formed a large 'O' around my erection as she gently worked away at it. I surrendered myself to the sensations of her lips, tongue and throat, as all three provided me with wondrous pleasure. Soon, her bobbing motion quickened and my testicles seemed to tense up. I could feel an orgasm brewing. Combined with the sight of Kristanna's blonde head bobbing back-and-forth as she slurped me into a frenzy, I lost control of myself. I thrusted myself forward and buried my erection deep within her throat. Sperm jettisoned outward as if it was fired from a cannon. Kristanna wrapped both arms around my hips and dug her long fingernails into my skin, her throat making a hungry, hearty sound as she guzzled down every last ounce of sperm which I had produced for her. As my body then crested downward from the incredible height of orgasm, I sighed deeply as Kristanna withdrew my cock from her exquisite mouth. She grasped its base once again and squeezed away, her lovely eyes sparkling as she gazed up at me in a passionate manner. "Aren't you the sweetest thing?" I asked, taking a step back and then leaning over. Kristanna smiled as I planted a simple kiss on her forehead. "So very sweet." "Dat hit da spot," the young woman swooned, extending her tongue and then licking her lips. "Dare is nudding quite like da taste of cum at night! Or in da morning, or da afternoon ... any old time, for dat matter!" I grinned at her. "You're a naughty, little girl." "Ve are going to have a lot of fun over da next five veeks vid all dese pretty girls on da island. Dank yew, Mister Jeremy, for letting me be a part of dis. Dough, I did miss nearly a vull veek. Unfortunately. But dank yew." "It was the least I could do, Krissy. After all, you are the one who helped me find all of them in the first place." I smiled at her and asked, "Can I have a snack now?" Her smile brightened. "I dought yew vould never ask!" When Kristanna rose to her feet, it was my turn to drop to my knees. Or, at the very least, drop to one knee. I did just that, then reached out and gently massaged both of her immaculate legs with my hands. Eventually, I found the need to kiss them. I trailed my tongue over-and-across her thigh, and even nibbled oh-so-tenderly on her kneecap. I slid one hand upward, squeezing and prodding her tight ass. Using both hands, I slowly but surely nudged her little G-string down until it fell harmlessly to the floor in a circle around her bare feet. I was rewarded for my efforts with the sight of the sweetest, prettiest pussy in all of the world. I just had to lean forward and gently kiss it. "How's my honey?" I asked, staring at that little pussy. Kristanna decided to remove the black bra that she was wearing herself. She cupped and squeezed each of her modest breasts with her hands as I was still on bended knee in front of her. "Yew da naughty one, Jeremy. But I like yew." Island Fever Ch. 06 "Lie down on the bed for me." She obliged, but only after leaning over and planting a sensuous kiss on my lips. Kristanna groaned and sighed seconds later when, flat on her back, she spread her thighs for me. Wow, I said inwardly. Her pussy was beautiful. "All I need now is a fork and one of those big napkins," I grinned, my eyes transfixed on her womanly treasure. "This is the best all-you-can-eat buffet in the world!" "Eat as much of it as yew vant," Kristanna giggled. "Yew know dat I love it ven yew eat me pussy, Jeremy, but yew do not do it enough. Eat as much of it as yew vant, ya." I smiled. "I may just go all night, then." "Yust do not use a fork on me pussy ... please!" I chuckled at her. "I'll try not to." Kristanna groaned once again, this time as I extended my tongue and swiped it over the full length of her exquisite, velvety slit. I used fingers from my left hand to part those lush folds, then inserted my tongue for a taste. She was, as you may imagine, absolutely delicious. As I soon began to concentrate on the most sensitive flap of skin any woman has - the clitoris - I embedded a pair of fingers into Kristanna's depths and kept them there for now. My tongue was fast and furious as it licked and dabbed away at her clitoris. I did feel like tasting her all night... Showing her true appreciation for my oral work, Kristanna sought my right hand with her left, and squeezed tightly. She was not about to let go of it, either, as I worked her pussy into more of a frenzy with every passing second. "Oh, Jeremy ... Jeremy..." Squirming about, she arched her neck and back high in response to my handiwork. "Yes, Jeremy..." "You're the best friend anyone could ever have," I told her. "I'd do anything for you ... Missy Krissy. Anything." "And I vould do anyding for YEWWWWW..." the blonde sighed, as I increased the speed and tempo of my probing tongue. In addition, I was jamming two fingers in-and-out of her pussy at a rather frenetic pace. Once Kristanna began to squeal and grunt, I knew I was guiding her along the right path. It would not be too long before I brought her to an orgasm. I would enjoy watching it happen just as much as she would enjoy experiencing it. When Kristanna's entire body seemed to tighten up all at once, I thrusted two fingers into her pussy one final time, and burrowed my tongue in quite deeply as well. Kristanna put a vise-tight grip on my head with her long, slender legs, and screeched out at the very top of her lungs. I lapped up the delicious passion fruit of her release with my probing tongue. Only once her orgasm had crested and then began to fade away did Kristanna loosen the grip across my head with her muscular, yet doe-like thighs. My thirst temporarily quenched, I slid my head upward and came to a stop once Kristanna and I were at eye level. We exchanged smiles, then I gave her a kiss on the lips. "I know yew are going to hate me for dis, Jeremy," the Norwegian frowned. "But I be really tired. I vas on da airplane for tventy hours today, at da least." Her frown widened as she added, "I need to get some sleep." I chuckled at her. "You think I want to have sex all night long with you? Is that why you think I'll hate you?" "I do not DINK yew vant to have sex vid me tonight," she countered, grinning. "I KNOW yew vant to have sex vid me." She giggled and added, "Yew nasty pervert..." I smiled down at her. "Look who's talking." Kristanna even let out a little whimper of a cry. "I am so sorry, Jeremy. But I be beat. I need some rest. Maybe yew and me can have sex some udder time, ya?" "We have five more weeks," I reminded her. "The most time you have ever spent with me on the island was 11 days in a row. Remember that? Last year? Anyway, I am really looking forward to spending all this time with you, Krissy. You're going to be my naughty, little co-hort here." "How could I miss being around so many beautiful vomen?" she cooed. "Dis is like dream-come-true for girl like me." I slipped both arms around her lithe body in an embrace and smiled once again. "You can go to sleep, fine. But I get to hold and caress your body all night long." "Oooooh ... I have no problems vid dat!" - "Kristanna and I have been good friends for four years," I said to the entire group the following morning, as all eight of us were gathered together at the dining room table. "Four very LONG years," Kristanna snickered, nibbling on her breakfast meal (bacon and eggs). "I am used to having an open sandwich vid butter and yam, and slices of meat or cheese for breakfast. And milk from da cows." "Are you complaining about Louisa's cooking?" I asked. "Oh no," Kristanna replied, shaking her head. "I dink Louisa is a great cook. Yust telling yew and all da udders vat it is dat I am used to ... dat is all." "Butter and yam?" Camille asked, confused. Pamela giggled. "I think she meant butter and jam." Kristanna focused her attention onto the girls and added, "Jeremy and I have been friends for four years. How I lasted dis long vid him as me friend is, how yew say ... beyond comprehension." Kristanna laughed at her own words, letting all of the ladies know that she was simply joking around. That was good. Kristanna should rarely be taken seriously. "How did you and Jeremy meet, Kristanna?" Devon asked. "I vas visiting Inca ruins in Peru vid me family. Momma and Papa alvays vanted to tour Machu Picchu. One day I met Jeremy in da village outside da temple. He vas touring dare, too. Ve started talking and I decided to stay an extra veek after me parents vent home. I vent to dis island vid Jeremy and fell in love vid da place. Beautiful, beautiful island." "And ever since then," I chimed in, "Kristanna and I have been the best of friends. She has probably been here to see me 40 or 50 times over the past four years." "That's a lot of airline miles!" Devon squealed. "You said it takes 20 hours just to get here by airplane..." "What is Machu Picchu?" Camille inquired. "I think I have heard of it before, but don't know exactly what it is." "It's an ancient city located high in the mountains in Peru," was my response. "It is nothing more than stone ruins now, of course, but it is a national treasure and is protected by the government. But people can visit and take tours. The area around it is very, very beautiful." "Machu Picchu is vat got me interested in archeology," Kristanna offered. "I study it at university in California." "You seem to get around," Pamela observed. "This island, Norway, California. You must be a world traveler." Kristanna laughed. "I have many frequent flyer miles." "Machu Picchu sounds like an interesting place," Camille mused. "Would it be too much to ask, Jeremy, if you were to take us on a little side-trip to it before the summer ends?" "Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. "There are many things to see and do in Peru - especially the capital city, Lima. We'll talk about trips in the future." Lindsay raised her hand and offered me a shy, sheepish expression when I nodded my head at her. Despite losing her virginity just two days ago to Trish and yours truly, it was great to see that Lindsay still retained her humble nature. It was the one thing that I found most appealing about her. "I was just wondering," Lindsay murmured, "about who will be Kristanna's room-mate? All of us already have room-mates. I can't imagine you letting her stay all by herself. Nor can I imagine Kristanna wanting to stay all by herself..." "Maybe Jeremy will be her room-mate," Trish speculated. "They did stay together last night, you know." "Kristanna CANNOT keep Jeremy all to herself," Devon insisted, which made me smile. I liked that attitude. Devon was very intent on getting her fair share of private and intimate time with me. It was flattering to me. "Actually, to let yew in on a secret," Kristanna cooed, "da idea is for Jeremy to spend da night vid a different girl every night. Like rotation system ... yew know? Den I stay vid room-mate dat is vid Jeremy." "That sounds really ... interesting," Pamela responded. I got the sense that she did not care for a rotation system. "I want to stay with Jeremy tonight," Amy claimed, her tone uneven. "I haven't had a cock in what ... a couple of days?" My body shivered with erotic sensations as Amy then added, "I'll explode soon if I don't get some cock." "A couple of days for you without a cock?" Pamela grinned. "I'm surprised you can last a couple of HOURS without one!" - "Hi Jeremy," Devon greeted me, much later that afternoon, as she approached me here in the hobby room of the estate. Seated in a comfortable lounge chair and glancing through a fitness magazine which I had borrowed from Trish, I looked up at Devon and she smiled at me. "How are you doing?" "I'm doing just fine," I told the radiant 27-year-old from Pennsylvania in a friendly, melodious voice. I tilted my head at Devon and offered her an inquisitive expression before continuing, "What can I do for you, my angel?" Devon giggled at my choice of words. "Hmmmmm ... angel. You're not going to stop calling me that, huh?" I shook my head at her. "No, of course not. Why should I? Give me one good reason to stop calling you angel." "Because I'm the furthest thing from being an angel..." I shook my head once again and chuckled ever-so-softly. "You know that isn't true, Devon." There was a moment of silence between us until I decided to break it. "Is there something that I can do for you? Is that why you're here?" Devon displayed another bold move on her part by stepping forward and then plopping herself down upon my trusting lap. Even before my mind could register what had just happened, my hands were resting on either side of Devon's trim waist. It must have been an instinctive reaction for me. Soon, I made eye contact with this enchanting woman and found myself momentarily gasping for breath. Those blue eyes of hers were sparkling and glittering with an obvious attraction for me as Devon offered a sweet, sincere smile. Needless to say, Devon looked absolutely sensational. Dressed in a form-fitting blouse which had flower print designs all over it, the intoxicating shape and outline of Devon's full, firm breasts were emphasized to their fullest extent. The little blouse, which ended at her midriff, also did a wonderful job of showcasing Devon's flat stomach. Plus, Devon wore a sexy pair of hip-hugging denim shorts, as well as pink sneakers and white socks which were rolled down to her ankles. Devon's free-flowing, shiny blonde tresses descended across her slender neck and shoulders in loose, healthy wavelets. This woman was purely captivating! "Actually, there IS a little something that you could do for me," Devon murmured in a soft, sensuous voice, as she wrapped one arm around my shoulder and squeezed generously. Still nestled upon my lap, Devon then placed her lips close to my ear and cooed, "I was hoping, dear Jeremy, that you and I could spend the night together again." "Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised. Devon pulled back and lovingly gazed into my eyes once again. "Most definitely. I had the time of my life with you on Wednesday evening. You made me feel so wonderful." My eyes went wide at that last sentence. "Not only because of how you made my body feel ... but also because of how you made my heart feel. You made me very feel special inside." Devon paused and added, "I ... I haven't felt that way in a long, long time. Like I was ... I was someone special." "Because your last boyfriend did not treat you with the respect and dignity that you deserve?" Devon shook her head as if she did not want to answer that particular question. Instead, the goddess told me, "I could not have asked for, or even imagined, a man who treated me any better than you did that particular evening. I ... hmmmmm ... it was like all a dream to me. One big dream." I choked in response to her preceding comment. "What? Dream? Did you say that it was like a DREAM to you?" Devon nodded. "Yes, definitely. It was awesome. I want to get to know you, Jeremy. I want you to get to know me. I truly believe that we are a lot alike. A lot more alike than anyone else would ever believe. I know this may sound totally insane since we met a mere five days ago ... but I think there could be something really special between us. I want to explore it. I want the opportunity." "It doesn't sound insane at all, sweetheart," I countered. "I have those same feelings about you." "Awesome!" Devon gushed, bouncing about upon my lap in a brief instant of glee. "So it is settled? Can I spend the night with you again? It would make me so very happy." "It would make me very happy too," I said, before taking a deep breath. "But, remember ... I already promised Amy that she could stay with me in my personal suite tonight." Devon made a face as I went on, "Remember? Amy said that she wanted to spend the night with me at the breakfast table earlier. I said that she could. I cannot go back on my word to Amy, Devon. You know that just as well as I do." Devon let out an exasperated sigh, but then nodded her head in acceptance. "Yes, I know. I forgot that Amy kind of claimed you already for tonight. That was my mistake." Still sitting in my lap, Devon's posture seemed to sag at the unwanted reminder. "What about tomorrow ... Sunday? Do you think we could spend some time together tomorrow?" Before I could give her an answer, Devon pressed on by saying, "I don't want it to seem like I am being too pushy or too aggressive with you, Jeremy. It's just ... there are so many other girls here right now, and all of them seem to like you. I just want to be your favorite. I want you to think of me as your favorite. You're my ... my favorite." "You could never be too pushy or too aggressive with me, dear," I assured her. "Trust me on that. Keep being honest in what you say to me. I love it, Devon. I really do. I have been alone for so long that I welcome a woman who is as open as and as vocal with her feelings like you are. I do." Devon giggled, then frowned the very next instant. "I have confided a couple of things about what has happened thus far between you and me with Camille. Please don't tell her I told you that." I shook my head, indicating that I would not break Devon's confidence in me. "Camille tells me that I am going too fast with you. I'm speeding with you and in the end, I will crash and burn because of it. She says I am being too open and honest in what I say to you. Even that, what I just said about crashing and burning ... that was incredibly honest. But I can't help it. When I like someone, I feel the need to talk, to be honest. I have been this way my whole life. I'm honest to a fault." "There is nothing wrong with telling me how you feel ... what you think," I implored. "There are plenty of people throughout the world who, if in my position, would be feel a bit hesitant right now. As you said, you and I have known each other for a short time. Yet you are saying all these personal things to me. That would be too fast for a lot of people. But not me, Devon. Not me at all." She smiled at me as I continued, "I want you to be honest. Pour that loving heart of yours out to me. No matter what you say, you will never scare me, never intimidate me, never spook me. You'll just make me even more interested in you." "I've done this before," Devon fretted. "Been too open and honest in what I say to people. The first boyfriend I ever had was in high school. His name was Tim. One of the reasons we split up was because I confided in him a little too much. What I said at times, it scared him. We were only 17, but I was already talking about marriage." "I'm not Tim," was my simple response. "I'm Jeremy. You can say whatever you want to me, Devon. I welcome it. I appreciate it. Don't listen to Camille. She does not know who I am, what I think, what I want. Listen to ME." "Okay," Devon nodded, now straightening herself up within my lap. "So what do you say, Jeremy? Would you like to get together with me tomorrow? I would love to have some more private time with you. I mean, if you're interested..." I laughed at her. "Of course I am interested, Devon. The answer is yes." Suddenly, Devon appeared genuinely happy. "Yes, we can plan something for tomorrow." "What are you doing after dinner tonight?" she wondered. "Before Amy comes to visit you?" "Kristanna and I are going to do some more catching up with each other in my suite," I answered. "You know, she and I are such good friends, but I haven't seen her in three whole weeks. In many ways, Kristanna is like a confidant to me. A lifeline, if you will." "I can tell just by being around Kristanna yesterday and today that she cares about you very, very much," Devon said. "But the two of you claim to be nothing more than friends." "Best friends," I corrected her. "You are more than welcome to meet up with us in my personal suite after I clear the dinner table and wash the dishes, Devon. I can guarantee you that Kristanna would love your company." "Really?" "Yes, really." Devon crinkled her nose and shook her head in response. "No, that's okay. Kristanna probably wants that time alone with you as well. As you said, Jeremy, you and her have a lot of catching up to do. Just promise me that we can spend some time together tomorrow, and I will be happy." "If you don't see me anywhere, I'll probably be in my room," I advised her. "Come find me tomorrow afternoon. How does noon sound? That time will be reserved for you." Devon squirmed about within my lap for a moment or two, but then offered that glittering smile and found my lips with her own for a soft, sensuous kiss. Not only was our kiss slow and languid, but it also lasted for several seconds. Devon seemed reluctant once she finally broke it. "Excuse me, Jeremy," came a tender, squealy voice from the opposite side of the hobby room. Devon and I quickly turned our sights toward the source of that voice, which was none other than Lindsay. The wholesome 18-year-old was standing at the entranceway to the hobby room, waving her right hand with quite the apprehensive expression on her face. "I hope that I am not interrupting anything, but..." Devon, whose lips were no more than three inches from my cheek, took a deep breath and stood up, then backed away from me. Next, she again focused on Lindsay. "You could never interrupt us, honey," Devon told her. "What's up?" Lindsay flashed Devon that shy, humble smile of hers. What a doll! "I was going to ask Jeremy for a favor." "Oh?" I inquired. "What would that be, dear?" Lindsay looked over at me and smiled yet again. "Trish and I are having problems beating one of the big bosses in Buffy the Vampire Slayer for X-Box. We have tried and tried, but cannot get past that level. Trish told me to find you, Jeremy, and ask if maybe you could help us out. You said the other day that you already beat the game." "I beat the game twice," I corrected her. "I haven't played that particular game in a very long time, though. I'm talking several years, here." Devon rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated laugh. "Ughhhhh ... video games. Not my cup of tea." "It's the part of the game where you play as Faith," Lindsay explained. "We cannot get past the final boss!" "It took me awhile to get past that part too," I mused. "But I eventually made it through. I'll see what I can do for you and Trish, Lindsay. How does that sound?" "Great!" she chirped. "We really need the help!" I glanced over at Devon. "Is it okay with you if I go and give them a hand right now? I know that we were having a nice discussion and all..." "It's fine," Devon mused, grinning at me for emphasis. "I promised Camille earlier that I would go on a walk with her before dinner tonight." Devon looked at her wristwatch and added, "I'm supposed to meet her in ten minutes." As I stood up from the chair, Devon stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek. "I guess I'll see you at dinner-time, Jeremy. Have a good time playing video games." Island Fever Ch. 07 Chapter 7: "Cryptic" "Hey Jeremy!" As I entered the front room of the estate on this bright and sunny Sunday morning, I looked around in all different directions for the source of that friendly, energetic voice, but there was not a soul to be found. "Earth to Jeremy!" I looked again, but did not see anyone. I then shook my head and wondered if, for some reason, I was hearing things. Was I going senile in my advancing age? "Jeremy!" When my face was turned toward the right, that same voice made me look around and focus all of my attention to the far left. I narrowed my gaze to the circular wet bar, as well as the panels of sweeping, beveled mirrors directly behind it. I noticed the back of a blonde head hidden behind the counter of the bar via the mirror. With such thick and luxurious hair, not to mention its healthy waves, I knew it was... "Trish?" The beautiful and charming 30-year-old giggled with pure delight as she stood up from behind the lavish bar, finally revealing herself to me. "Hi Jeremy!" I made my way over to her and smiled. "Hiding from me?" "Just playing, actually," Trish countered. "I was hoping that you wouldn't spot me for another few seconds. It was fun to see that confused look on your face." I tilted my head at her. "Do you like hiding from people while calling out their name, Miss Trish?" "Just playing," she reiterated, giggling. "Anyway, how are you doing, Jeremy? What's up?" I shrugged my shoulders and took a seat at the bar. "Not much, I guess. No matter where you go - Canada, America or even a tropical island like this - Sundays are always slow. Everyone seems to be kicking back and taking it easy today." Trish sat down upon the stool on the enclosed side of the bar across from me. "Have you seen Lindsay since breakfast?" "I think she is out back at the pool with Amy," I said, having eavesdropped on a discussion between those two ladies no more than 15 minutes ago with the help of the voyeur room. I added another smile for Trish and commented, "You ... you're really attracted to that girl. You love Lindsay." She nodded her head. "Yes, I do." Trish hesitated for a moment and glanced downward. When she made eye contact with me seconds later, I noticed that her face was suddenly a very bright shade of red. Now Trish was the one blushing! "I want to thank you, Jeremy, for what happened Thursday night." "Oh?" Trish fidgeted about a bit upon the stool before finally saying, "What you and me did for Lindsay. It ... it was the most incredible experience of my life. Bar none." I nodded my head. "Was that the first time you had sex with two or more people at the same time?" "Yeah," Trish answered, her tone peppy and insightful. "I think I am going to have the first time for a lot of things on this island of yours. I've just ... I've never been the kind of girl to be so wild and carefree. So open. But this island is opening new doors for me." "You always WANTED to be wild and carefree, though..." "Yes, most definitely," Trish remarked. "A part of me always has, at least. But I pride myself in being smart and sensible." And classy too, I said inwardly. "I'm not like Amy where I have an army of boyfriends and girlfriends back home. On this island, though, I can just LET GO. I have. This is such a wonderful, WONDERFUL atmosphere." "Why was Thursday night so incredible for you?" "Lindsay is so sweet and beautiful, you know," Trish told me. "I think Lindsay is a doll. I think she is perfect in every sense of the word. It was ... it was an honor for me to be with her for her first time having sex. An honor." Trish shook her head. Did I catch a tear running down her cheek? "The way we treated her ... the way YOU treated her, Jeremy. It was ... it was like a fairy tale to me." Trish paused and added, "Where were you years ago when I lost my virginity? THAT was such a terrible experience for me. But you, Jeremy ... you ... were so kind and loving with Lindsay. It is a memory she will cherish for the rest of her life. It could not have been scripted any better." "You were kind and loving with Lindsay too, sweetheart," I reminded Trish. "And you were just as much a part of the proceedings as I was. Lindsay will cherish her time with you for the rest of her life as well." I took a deep breath before asking, "Why was losing your virginity such a terrible experience? Provided, you don't mind sharing it with me..." Trish made a face. "It was back in high school with an old boyfriend of mine. I thought he loved me. He told me he loved me. But all he wanted out of me was sex. It took me a while to realize that. Unfortunately, though, it was after I had already given my virginity to him." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Oh, don't be sorry," Trish grinned. "It wasn't your fault, Jeremy. I just ... I think back a lot, and wish that my first time was with someone like you." My body tingled as Trish went on, "You would have made it special for me, Jeremy, just like you made it special for Lindsay." Trish giggled and shook her head quite vigorously. "Oh ... that is too much for me to say to you. Too personal." "Not at all," I insisted. "I shouldn't go getting all deep and brutally honest with you about my feelings. It's just ... I cannot stop thinking about what happened between the three of us Thursday night." "I don't mind one bit," were my words. "You can say whatever you want to me, Trish. Whatever you want. You would never make me uncomfortable with anything that you say, as long as it is the truth. I love total honesty. I also love being open and honest with others as well." The Canadian offered me an inquisitive look. "What was your first time having sex like, Jeremy? Was it good?" I stumbled over my thoughts for a moment, then composed myself and told her, "It was extremely special for me." "Who was it? A girlfriend from high school? College?" "Kristanna." "KRISTANNA?" Trish exclaimed, her eyes wide in response. "Kristanna? You ... you lost your virginity to KRISTANNA?" "Yes." I knew what was coming next. "If you've known Kristanna for what ... four years, and you are age 39 now ... then you did not have sex until you were age 35?" Trish was flabbergasted. "You were a VIRGIN until you were 35?" Trish placed a hand to her mouth and moaned, perhaps angry at herself. It seemed as if Trish did not want to offend me with her words, but feared she may have very well done just that. "Oh God, Jeremy ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything bad or negative with what I..." "It's okay," I assured her, cutting her words off. "It's a perfectly normal reaction. A lot of guys have sex before they graduate from high school. A lot more by the time they graduate from college. Me ... I was a late bloomer, I guess. Not until I was 35. But I don't have any regrets." "Surely you had opportunities," Trish said, which brought a smile to my face. "I mean ... if you don't mind talking about it, Jeremy. Why? Why did you wait so long?" "I did have a couple of opportunities along the way," I pouted. "I was even engaged once - Victoria was her name. We were only 19 and made it all the way to our wedding day. But something went terribly wrong, and it never happened. Our marriage, our life, our future ... everything. Gone." "What happened?" Trish inquired, concerned. I shook my head and spoke in a very bitter voice, "I am sorry, Trish, but I rather not talk about that day." "Oh..." She was taken aback with my tone. I sighed and shook my head. "I am sorry. I did not mean to snap at you." I shook my head one more time. "I did have my opportunities for sex, as I said. I was engaged to Victoria. We made it to our wedding day, but were never married. I also seriously dated a girl in Oregon during the few months that I lived there, but I never had sex with her, either. Her name was Tiffany. Unfortunately, Tiffany cared more about my money than she actually cared about me. I never came close to having sex with her. Victoria too." Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I don't want to intrude or be nosey, Jeremy. But you never had sex with your fiancee?" I let out a begrudging laugh and responded, "I was hoping to save myself for my wedding night." "Oh my God!..." Trish gasped, now bringing both hands to her mouth and momentarily covering it. "That's so sweet! And so very noble! There are not many guys who would even CONSIDER that!" She hesitated, perhaps lost in thought for a moment or two. "How did Kristanna get you to change your mind? I mean ... I KNOW that you're not married to her." "Kristanna is very different than me in the way that she looks at life," I told Trish. "Kristanna is very happy and jovial. She wants to go a million miles-per-hour in life, ALWAYS have fun, and NEVER have any regrets. Basically, when we met and became friends, Kristanna convinced me to have sex with her. She knew that I was a virgin, too. I told her. I guess you could say that Kristanna helped bring out a new side of me, Trish. Just like you said the island is bringing out a new side of you." "Kristanna made it extremely special for you, eh?" I smiled at Trish. "Kristanna treated me the same way that I treated Lindsay. I'll never forget that night. It is something that I will cherish for the rest of my life. I could not have asked for a better scenario." "That is so neat!" Trish squealed. "I'll have to go and give Kristanna a hug, and tell her thank you, next time I see her." She shrugged her shoulders and added, "You and her say that you are just friends, Jeremy, but I cannot see why you and Kristanna have not hooked up for a relationship yet. I mean ... you and Kristanna seem like a really cool couple. I know that she has been here just a few days, so I don't know what has gone on in the past with you two. But from what I've seen thus far, you and Kristanna are always happy and laughing together. I think you two make a neat couple. You seem like ... like a perfect match." "Kristanna is a farm girl from Norway and I am an island dweller from the South Pacific," I explained. "Any type of commitment between us would never work. Kristanna likes to vacation here, but she loves Norway, and would never leave it. Personally, I don't want to leave this island. I have been all over the world. Born in Ohio, lived on the east and west coasts, vacationed everywhere. This is my home. I have no intention of ever living anywhere but this island." Trish appeared confused for a moment. "I thought you said that you have homes in both Ohio and California..." "I do," I nodded. "In name only, really, though. My father and his girlfriend live in the house in California. I keep it in my name for tax and financial purposes. That way, my father does not owe a cent on anything. Everything gets billed to me. The same goes for the house in Ohio, though no one officially resides in it right now. I mostly keep that particular home so I have a place to stay when I am visiting my family. Everyone in my immediate family, except my father, lives in the general Cincinnati area. But, this island is my one TRUE home. Always will be." "You and Kristanna still make a cool couple, though. I think that the two of you look really good together." "Hi Trish," came a shy, humble voice. "Lindsay!" Trish exclaimed, standing up from the bar and making her way out from behind it via the swinging door. When I turned around, my jaw literally hit the floor and I nearly had a heart attack. There was the ultra-sweet and darling Lindsay in a little, two-piece bikini. Her hair all soaked and disheveled from the pool, the 18-year-old had a white towel draped around her neck and shoulders. I felt an all-too-familiar rustling within my shorts. I watched as Trish ran over and offered Lindsay a lively, spirited hug, even giving her a full, open-mouthed kiss in the process. "How are you doing, baby?" Lindsay blushed red with embarrassment, but actually did something bold by reaching out and squeezing Trish's round, spandex-clad ass with her right hand. Of course, it was accompanied by a girlish giggle of great accomplishment. God, I said to myself. Lindsay reminded me of jailbait! "Oh..." Trish smiled at her. "You squeeze my ass, baby, and I get to squeeze your ass!" Trish purred with delight as she encircled Lindsay's body with both arms and then trailed her hands down to that precious, tight ass. It was followed by a healthy squeeze, then a series of gentle pats. In turn, Lindsay seemed to sag and melt on her older lover. She really seemed to enjoy other people touching her ass. I had to make a mental note of that for the future. "I need a shower," the young woman murmured in her soft, timid voice. "I was hoping you would help me with it..." Trish's eyes seemed to light up like a Christmas tree at the prospects. "I'd LOVE to give you a shower!" Trish moved her lips close to Lindsay's ear and purred, "I will have to give your little pussy a thorough scrubbing with my tongue." "Oh God..." Lindsay moaned in response, before turning her attention to me. "Hi th-there, sir. I mean ... Jeremy!" I returned her smile with one of my own. "Hi doll..." "Doll?" Lindsay giggled. "Do you mind if Lindsay and I excuse ourselves, eh?" Trish asked me. "The girl needs a shower!" "Not at all," I answered, although I was suddenly feeling terrible inside. "Have fun together." "Let me give Jeremy a hug before we go off together," Lindsay said to Trish, an instant before breaking free of her clutches and then strolling over to me. Lindsay wrapped both arms around my neck and shoulders and squeezed quite generously, then even offered me a little kiss on the cheek to boot. Next, she pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I was talking to my mom on the telephone earlier, Jeremy. She wanted me to tell you thank you one more time for wiring all of that money to her bank account. She said that all of our household bills and credit card payments have been taken care of. And there is still plenty of money left over." "It was my pleasure." Lindsay kissed my cheek again. "And thank you, from me." Another kiss, followed by a suggestive smile. "Much more where that came from, too ... when the time is right." Of course, that suggestive smile was accompanied with a blush. Slowly but surely, Lindsay was coming out of her shell. Trish decided to close the distance between us and give me a hug of her own. "You remember what I said to you," she then spoke, grasping hands with Lindsay. "You and Kristanna make a really neat couple, Jeremy. Remember that. Think about it. You're a really great guy, and I want you to be happy. You deserve it." Trish tugged at Lindsay's hand, then guided her away from me and eventually out of the front room. Lindsay did flash me a nice smile and wave, though... Now all by my lonesome at the circular wet bar here in the front room of the estate, I hung my head low and sighed. Trish had been amongst my favorites of all of the ladies for a while, but it seemed as if it would be in my best interests to look elsewhere for that elusive soul-mate of mine. I had nothing against Trish, mind you. She had all of the qualities that I looked for in a woman. In fact, Trish seemed to be the ideal, picture-perfect candidate for a wife. Could anyone say one bad word about her? The simple problem was that Trish had tunnel vision for one person, and one person only - Lindsay. Ample proof of that was what just transpired seconds ago. I was having a very nice and friendly discussion with Trish which appeared as if it may last for well over an hour. But when Lindsay showed up, Trish lost virtually all interest in me. She ran over to Lindsay and promptly went off with her. Oh ... I should not feel bad about it, even though I did. In no way was Trish intentionally spiting or ignoring me. She was madly in love with Lindsay. Who could blame her? Although this was just their seventh day together on the island, it was clearly obvious that Trish wanted to devote every fiber of her existence to Lindsay. No, I should not feel bad that Trish discarded me the way she did. Her whole universe completely stopped when Lindsay showed up. I understood perfectly, and was not upset with Trish at all. Again, who could blame her for falling in love with Lindsay? Lindsay was the innocent, teen angel from my deepest, darkest fantasies come to life. Obviously, Trish felt the same way. I fidgeted about somewhat upon the stool at the bar and took a deep, ragged breath. Although I was not upset with Trish, it did hurt me - just a little - that she walked away from our discussion in that manner. I also felt bad simply because the subject of my ex-fiancee - Victoria - came up during the conversation with Trish. Just the mere mention of Victoria, who left me standing at the altar some 19 years ago (and sent my whole life into a downward spiral which has STILL yet to cease), never failed to horribly depress me. The saga of Victoria - why she abandoned me and all of the many events leading up to that point - is a story in and of itself. I will have to go into explicit detail about her at some point during this story - but not now. On a better note, I did find it interesting that Trish felt as if Kristanna and I made a neat couple. I could have fallen in love with Kristanna a long time ago, I guess, and almost did. But it would have never worked out between us simply because of geography. Kristanna and I were from seemingly different worlds. Different universes, even. The difference between this island and Norway was like night and day. Kristanna loved her country and did not want to live anywhere else. Me? I loved this island, as I said earlier, and did not want to live anywhere else. So, Kristanna and I were nothing more than friends. We were very CLOSE friends - there were a lot of sexual sparks between us - but just friends nonetheless. I could trust Kristanna with anything. She was a wonderful friend to me. Was I even capable of looking at her as anything more? "I yust vant yew to be happy, Jeremy." I cannot even begin to speculate how many times Kristanna had said that same, exact quote to me. Her English may have been broken, but the thought and sincerity were there, regardless. Still, it was interesting to me that Trish believed that Kristanna and I went well together. We really did, I guess. She would be an excellent counterpoint for me as a soul-mate. Whereas I went through bouts of depression and anxiety, Kristanna was always so lively and cheerful. Kristanna helped keep me feeling good even on my bad days because of her limitless charisma and infectious demeanor. But it would never come to fruition between us because of geography. I quickly composed myself when I heard a pair of voices somewhere off in the distance. I wondered for a moment if Trish and Lindsay had decided to return to me. When I was able to pinpoint on one of the two voices, though, there was no mistaking who it belonged to. It was certainly not Trish or Lindsay. Not this voice. "Yew vant to go down to da beach and have picnic vid me?" "I would love to, but I already promised Jeremy that I would meet him in his private suite a bit later on," Devon said in response to Kristanna, as both ladies entered the front room and then noticed that I was here as well. "Hey there, Jeremy!" Devon greeted, running over and offering me a very warm, albeit quick-hitting embrace. The thought crossed my mind that Devon was someone who would never discard or forget about me the same way Trish did when Lindsay stepped into the front room moments ago. According to a series of discussions that she had with Camille, which I eavesdropped on with the help of my voyeur room, Devon was totally in love with me. And during my private time with Devon this past week, she had done just about everything to indicate that but actually profess her love to my face. But her feelings for me were obvious. Island Fever Ch. 07 I could definitely see Devon and yours truly getting together somewhere down the line and making that bona-fide commitment that I have spent my entire life dreaming about. Devon's knockout form, heart-stopping beauty and luminous blue eyes could cure almost any ailment that I had in life. Even better, the 27-year-old from Pennsylvania had a warm, loving heart and a sweet personality. The little touch of sassiness that Devon possessed went a long way for her, too. Each and every time I had laid my eyes on Devon thus far, I was becoming more and more addicted to her. But at the same time, I still wanted to keep my options open before reaching a final decision on which of the ladies I liked the most. Unfortunately, however, Trish was looking like a lost cause to me. She wanted Lindsay and no one else. "Hi Devon. Hi Kristanna," I said to the two ladies, who were now standing just before me here at the wet bar. "Vat do yew dink about going down to da beach and having a picnic vid Devvy and me?" Kristanna asked me in that very unique, sultry voice of hers. She turned toward Devon and mused, "Dat is, if yew vant to go on picnic vid me." Devon nodded her head at Kristanna. "I would love to have a picnic with you." She then focused on me. "I will leave it up to you, Jeremy. I know that I asked for some private time with you today, but Krissy is so nice and fun-loving. I like being around her! If you don't mind Krissy tagging along with us, we all could have a picnic at the beach." Kristanna's blue eyes flashed in a very mischievous manner. "Maybe da tree of us could go skinny-dipping, too!" "Krissy!" Devon laughed, gently smacking her shoulder. I smiled at the pair of luscious, bombshell blondes, but focused my primary gaze on Devon for now. "Kristanna is my best friend. If you are comfortable with her spending some time with us, Devon, then I am comfortable, too." I nodded at Kristanna and added, "The more time that I get to spend with you, the better. I love being around you." "I love being around yew too, Mister Jeremy." "It is good to see that the two of you hanging out and doing things together," I told them. "I like that." "Why do you like that?" Devon inquired. I shrugged my shoulders. "I just want everyone to get along and be happy. I want everyone to be friends." "Jeremy vants all of us to be like one big, happy family," Kristanna advised Devon. "He vants perfect harmony." The Norwegian turned all of her attention toward Devon. "I dink dat everyding on island has been perfect duss far. But dare is someding dat vould make it even more perfect, ya." "What?" Kristanna winked at Devon. "If all da udder girls here verr as sveet and as sexy as yew are." Devon tilted her head to the side and offered a tiny laugh in response. "Krissy! That's so nice of you!" I watched with interested eyes as Devon gave Kristanna a very warm and caring embrace, followed by a peck on the lips. "Thank you!" "Yew are so very welcome, honey," Kristanna said, before looking at me once again. "So vat da deal, Mister Jeremy? Do yew feel like going on da picnic now, or later? Believe it or not, but I already have picnic basket ready!" "You feel like going now?" I asked Devon. "Sure." "Then let's go now," I surmised, glancing at Kristanna. "Where is the picnic basket? In the kitchen?" "Yup yup..." "I'll get it," Devon said, before turning and venturing off in the direction of the kitchen. Now all alone in the spacious front room with Kristanna, the 23-year-old stepped forward and offered me a gentle kiss on the lips. "Dat girl really likes yew, Jeremy ... Devvy." "You really like her too, I see." Kristanna smiled at me. "Selvsagt liker jeg henne. Men alt jeg vil er at alle vi tre er sammen." My eyes wide, I sighed and shook my head at her in a truly exasperated fashion. "There you go again! What did you say?" "Yew have to learn me language to find out vat I say!" I folded my arms and glared at her in a playful manner. "I bet you are cursing me out when you do that..." Kristanna laughed. "I am not!" One of these days, I would really have to sit down and decipher what Kristanna was saying to me. Every now and then, she would toss in a cryptic message like that when talking to me. What did it mean? What was her point? It nearly drove me insane whenever she would do that to me! "Vat is vrong vid yew today, Jeremy?" Kristanna suddenly asked, her eyes gauging me. "Yew do not look too cheerful." I shrugged her off. "Nothing, really." "Vat is it?" Kristanna insisted. "Tell me. Yew know dat I am here to help yew, Jeremy. I vould do anyding for yew." I shook my head and took a few seconds before deciding to respond, "I was talking with Trish before you and Devon came here." Kristanna nodded her head as I continued, "Lindsay showed up, though, and it was like Trish forgot that I was even alive. They went off together almost immediately. I like Trish a lot, you know. But it was like I fell off the face of the Earth. I just couldn't believe it. It ... it was sort of like a slap in the face to me." "Yew know dat Trish is loco crazy over Lindsay..." "I know," I frowned. "I really understand, too. I was having a really nice talk with Trish, but she just STOPPED everything when Lindsay showed up. I wasn't even there. Just ... Trish hurt my feelings a little bit. I know that she did not mean to, but she did. A little bit, at least." Kristanna offered me a sympathetic smile. "Personally speaking, I vould never do anyding to hurt yew, Jeremy. It vould be da udder vay around vid me. I could very vell forget udders if I be talking to dem ven yew come into room." "Really?" I asked, both confused and surprised. "And I do not dink Trish vould villingly do someding so rude to yew," Kristanna added. "She probably vasn't dinking. Believe it or not, but Trish really likes yew, Jeremy. I can tell. Da problem is, at least for yew, is that Trish likes Lindsay a vull lot more right now. Nudding may change dat." "I'm back!" Devon squealed as she merrily paraded into the front room, a picnic basket made of wicker underneath her right arm. "I have made my triumphant return!" "Yew owe me anudder kiss," Kristanna said to Devon, who dutifully stepped forward and paid her debt in full. "Hmmmmm hmmmmm ... tastes yummy. Devvy taste like sveet honey to me." I chuckled. "That's because Devon IS a sweet honey." "Oh..." Devon cooed, grinning at me. "Thank you, Jeremy!" "Vy do not da two of yew go down to beach?" Kristanna said to us. "I vill meet up vid yew in few minutes, ya." "Aren't you going to walk down with us?" Devon wondered. "It be okay," Kristanna insisted. "Yew two go down to da beach. I yust remembered dat I promised I vould call Momma and Papa on da telephone at eleven o'clock. Dat vas five minutes ago. I vill be down to da beach soon." With that, Kristanna spun around and quickly exited the front room. "Let me carry that for you," I said to Devon, snatching the large picnic basket from her. Devon allowed me to take the basket, but glanced in the direction Kristanna had just ventured off to before turning her focus back to me. "That girl is just plain kooky!" I laughed at those all-too-truthful words. "Kristanna is a comedian. She is so funny - even when she doesn't try to be. I think her accent is downright hilarious." "And incredibly sexy," Devon chimed in. "That too," I nodded. Devon flashed me a shy smile before saying, "I think you are incredibly sexy too, Jeremy..." Suddenly, I was doing my best imitation of Lindsay - my face was a bright shade of red, and I was blushing like never before. As I have stated in the past, I considered myself to be nothing more than your typical, average man in terms of physical appearance. Nothing seemed to stand out about me, positive or negative. Yet a beautiful woman like Devon just told me - to my face - that I am incredibly sexy. I was so flattered by her comment that I could not even respond to it! Devon hooked her arm around mine and tugged gently. "Come on, Jeremy. Let's go to the beach and set everything up." I carried the basket with my opposite arm as I allowed Devon to guide me out of the estate and onto the front lawn. "We got plenty of food and refreshments in here?" Before saying that, though, I had to cough and clear my throat. I was still feeling the effects of Devon's sexy proclamation! "Oh yes," she answered. "The picnic basket is stuffed." "This way to the beach," I said, motioning with my head toward the west. When we started walking, Devon glanced up at me and offered my arm and shoulder a little squeeze. "As I said, Krissy is so very nice," Devon mused. "I have been with her since breakfast this morning. I love her attitude and her zest for life. It is contagious." "I know that Kristanna really likes you, Devon." She perked up at those words as I continued, "Kristanna was asking me about you last night." "Oh yeah? What did she ask?" Although I knew that Kristanna would later thank me for telling Devon what I just said, I did not want to give any specifics of our discussion from last evening. "Oh, little things, really. I can tell that she is really attracted to you, Devon. Kristanna is a great, great girl." "Is she dating, or seeing anyone?" I shook my head. "Kristanna is mysteriously un-attached. Kristanna has all the guys in Norway chasing her, I am sure, but she has not been in a serious relationship as long as I have known her - for the past four years. The girl enjoys partying and having a good time. I do not think that she has found the person yet with whom she would like to settle down and marry, though. Kristanna probably will not admit it, but I think that is what she ultimately wants." "To get married and be happy in life?" "Precisely." "I cannot fault her for that," Devon sighed. "When I was in high school, I had everything planned out. I was going to be married by the time I was 21. A mother by the time I was 22. But look at me now. I'm 27. I am nowhere close to either. Not close at all. A lot of times, it seems as if a big part of my life has passed me by. Once I broke up with my last boyfriend, Barrett, I began to wonder if I will ever get married. If I will ever be a mother..." "I would say that you are still incredibly young and should not feel that way, sweetheart," were my words. "But I know where you are coming from. I am 39, and feel the same, exact way you do. Still, people would tell me that I am young, too. I should not feel this way. But I do. Truth is, though, both of us have plenty of time." "If the day ever comes, I will be a GREAT mother," Devon nodded. "I will treat my children a lot better than my own parents have treated me. I can guarantee you that." I felt like asking Devon to expound on whatever problems that she had with her mother and father, but held back for the time being. I figured that Devon would tell me when she felt more comfortable and at ease around me. I certainly did not want to prod and/or possibly irritate her about it. Obviously, whatever problems existed between Devon and her parents was a very private and sticky subject. "What were your parents like when you were growing up?" I took a deep breath. "Oh, I knew they cared about me. But it always seemed as if there was a distance between us. My mom never wanted to listen to any of my problems or troubles while growing up. My dad was always away. He told us that he was working late all of the time. In reality, though, he was cheating on my mom with other women. My mom and dad separated three times before finally doing it for good. That was 15 years ago. I was 24 then, and already living on this island. My father is in Los Angeles. He stayed there while my mother went back home to Ohio. I pay her rent every month for a large condo ... she doesn't want to live in a house for some reason. I don't know why." "That is sweet of you - paying her rent," Devon cooed. "What about your father? Did you take care of him too?" "Yes," I replied. "I bought him a large home in Rachos Palos Verdes and gave him plenty of money so he could retire. But my father does not want to retire. He is a work-aholic to the highest degree. Still works his 40-plus hours each and every week, even though I've given him millions in cash. The man is so dedicated. In 52 years of being with that company, he has never once called off sick. Not one day. I can remember days when he was incredibly sick, too. Used to drive 40 miles through nasty blizzards in New Jersey when we lived there. Never missed a day of work for anything. He could have too, and not lost anything for it because he was always a salaried employee. My father would have gotten paid regardless if he was at work or not. But calling off sick or staying home from work for whatever reason ... not him." "You seem to have that same type of work ethic," Devon observed. "I know that you are semi-retired, Jeremy, and obviously do not do any job-type work on this island. But I can tell that you are very goal-oriented. You have drive, too. You must have got that from your father." "I like to think that everything I have in life, I have worked hard for it," I explained. "I never stopped giving it my all, career wise, until my goals were met. I still work hard in whatever I do, but most of my income nowadays is from residuals and the American stock market. On the other hand, my father once told me that if you reach your goals in life, career-wise, you need to set higher ones." "I quit my job as a project manager at that place back in Pennsylvania in order to come to the island," Devon said. "I do not know what I will do once it is time to go back home in five weeks - IF I go home (!/?/!) - but hopefully something will pop up for me. I know what type of worker I am myself." "It was probably for the better that you got away from that company," I told her. "You did not get along with your boss. You said you worked all those many hours - off days, weekends, even vacations - and your boss would take all of the credit for every project you worked on like it was his own." I shook my head and surmised, "That's not right." "Can I ask you a question, Jeremy? There is something that I have been curious about since arriving on the island last week. I was hoping maybe you could answer it for me." "Ask me whatever you wish." Devon smiled at me. "Can you tell me about the selection process for the island? What I mean to ask you is this ... how did you go about choosing the women you brought here? Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, Camille, myself?..." I nodded my head at her. "Do you remember that very long and detailed questionnaire that I sent you in the mail after you inquired about coming here?" "How could I forget it?" Devon responded. "It took me four or five hours just to fill it out. The questions on it were hard and thought-provoking. What appeals to you more? A, consistency of thought or B, harmonious relationships? I really had to sit and think about some of the questions." "That long questionnaire you filled out was put into a computer, which processed all of your answers," I went on. "All of the questionnaires - there were thousands of them - were put into the computer. Matchmaker software, actually. The computer took all the answers and matched them up with mine. You and all of the other girls here - Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Camille - scored in the top 20 with me, in terms of compatibility, out of what was nearly 20,000 women." Devon's eyes went wide. "THAT many women applied?" "I thought the number was very low," I shrugged. "The promise of $100,000 with a chance at $500,000 for what amounted to a six week vacation on a tropical island." I smiled and added, "The questionnaire had 324 questions on it. The computer processed all of the answers. It was set up to automatically disqualify any woman who had too many inconsistencies in her answers. It was also set up to disqualify any woman, according to her answers, that it felt was greedy, self-centered or money-hungry. Obviously, I do not want or need a woman with those traits in my life. It matched all of the answers up with mine." "Oh wow..." Devon murmured, her eyes still wide. "I did not even know what was a good answer or a bad answer on that thing. I just tried to be as honest as possible with my answers. Can I ... can I ask you another question, Jeremy?" "Fire away." "You said me and all of the others ranked in the top 20." I nodded my head as she asked, "Where did I come in?" "First." Devon's picturesque face lit-up with an even mixture of shock and happiness. "REALLY? I was rated FIRST? Out of 20,000 possible matches for you? That's incredible!" "Yes," I agreed. "The questionnaire was very detailed, as you know, and very in-depth. It rated you higher than anyone else who took it, Devon. Considering how much you and I seem to like each other, sweetheart, I do not think that the matchmaker software made a mistake." "Wow..." Devon gushed, awestruck. "Where did the other girls rank? Do you remember?" "Yes, I remember," I told her. "Pamela was second, Trish was third. Lindsay, 11. Amy, 17. Camille, 20." "Why not just choose the top six?" "There were only percentage points difference in the top 20. A hundredth, a thousandth of a point. That's it. You scored a 84.68279, Devon, if I remember correctly. Several spots later at number 17, Amy scored a 84.67415 - less than a hundredth of a point behind you. All it had to be was one answer ... one inconsistency difference. Instead of going with the top six, as you said, I expanded the finalists to 20 and then made my decision from there. I called you on the telephone, remember, and did an interview. I called everyone in the top 20 and did interviews. After a couple of days, I was finally able to narrow the field to six." "Where did Kristanna come in?" I laughed. "Kristanna did not take the test. She is the one who helped me write the matchmaker software. As I said, I certainly did not want any woman who was self-centered or more concerned about money than actual love. There was a MAJOR emphasis on that in the questionnaire. According to the computer, no one on this island would put money ahead of happiness. That is really important to me, considering how much money I have. But thanks to the computer, I am really not concerned with the idea that one or more of you are interested in me simply because of my money. I think that the computer did a good job. And, aside from curiosity about who ultimately gets the $500,000 grand prize five weeks from now - which is human nature, I think - none of you really even care that much about money." "Money is nice and it is always good to have more of it," Devon murmured. "But it can only go so far." "I used to date a girl when I lived in Oregon," I told Devon, repeating an earlier comment I made to Trish. "Her name was Tiffany. It turned out that Tiffany was more in love with my money than she was in love with me. It broke my heart. I do not want to go through that again." "I can certainly understand that..." "You want to get married and have a family so very much, Devon," I remarked. "If anyone, you know that money does not buy happiness. You know that just as much as I do." "If the computer picked your top matches, Jeremy, why aren't all of us the same?" Devon wondered. "I mean ... it seems as if you have quite a varied group here." "I like different types of women," I explained to her. "You are very loyal and family-oriented, Devon. You want to get married and have a family more than anything else. The other ladies vary from you in certain instances. They are different. But as I said, I like different types of women. Trish? Trish is extremely confident and hard-working. I like total innocence, almost a too-naive nature - Lindsay. Amy is a nymphomaniac. Pamela is a lot like me in the fact that she seems to have some perception and social issues when it comes to others. Down-deep, though, Pamela is a lot like you, Devon. She wants to get married and have a family, too. Camille is supposed to be a mix of all those qualities. She might be proof that the computer is NOT infallible." Island Fever Ch. 07 "What do you mean?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I think that it is safe to say that Camille and I have yet to click with each other. I could be wrong, but I do not think that she even likes me." "How long did it take to process 20,000 questionnaires?" "About two months," I answered. "If you remember, it was a scan-tron test. All Kristanna and I had to do was drop each questionnaire into the machine, and wait for the computer to process the answers. It took five seconds." "But you had to go through 20,000 of them." "Yes," I nodded. "I trust, Miss Devon, that you will not tell anyone on the island anything that I say to you. I have trusted you with more information about myself, why you are here and how you were selected, than anyone else. I do not want the others to know that I am searching for a soul-mate. Kristanna knows everything, of course, but not anyone else. I would like it to stay that way." "Your secret is safe with me," she implored. "I promise. That is one thing about myself that I have always been proud of. Tell me a secret, and I keep it to myself." I smiled at her. "An admirable trait to have..." "Here I am!" Kristanna exclaimed, sprinting up to us from behind here on the path which led toward the beach. Somewhat short of breath, Kristanna placed a hand onto my shoulder once she caught up with us and mused, "Momma and Papa did not answer da telephone, so dey must be doing someding on da farm. I left message on answering machine and told dem dat I vould call back a couple of hours from now. I do not like dem calling here because da long-distance charges on da telephone are vay too expensive." "You have a wonderful relationship with your parents ... don't you?" Devon asked Kristanna. "You have mentioned them four or five times in the past couple of days." "I have da best family in da vull, vide vorld," Kristanna beamed. "Not only Momma and Papa, but me sister, Tekla, and her 'lil children. Tekla is much older dan me, and she have tree kids - Stein, Tobias and Sophitia. I love me nephews and niece like dey me own siblings, or even me children." Devon appeared crestfallen. "It must be nice to have a family like that. Everyone caring about you, loving you." "Vat is vrong?" Kristanna asked, obviously sensing the sudden change in Devon's posture and demeanor. Devon shook her head. "Nothing." "Vat is vrong?" Kristanna demanded. "I said it was nothing." With those words, Devon bolted away and walked rather briskly to the beach some 100 yards in front of us. I could easily tell that she was upset. I understood why, but such a reaction was uncalled for. Confused, Kristanna looked at me. "Did I do someding vrong? I vant Devvy to like me as much as I like her." "Something happened between Devon and her parents," I informed Kristanna. "I do not know exactly what, but I know it was major. I have been trying to find out ever since I was first with her on Wednesday afternoon. As for what is wrong now, I think you talking in such glowing terms about your family upset her a little bit. I think she is jealous. Devon wants her parents, her whole family, to love her. From what little she has told me thus far, most of them do not. I am still trying to find out what the exact problem is." "Ohhhhh..." Kristanna pined in a sympathetic tone, looking at Devon ahead of us. "How could anyone be mad or not care about dat girl? She be so sveet, so nice, so friendly." Suddenly, Devon turned around and began walking back toward us. Once the distance was closed, she grasped both of Kristanna's wrists and implored, "I'm sorry. I really am. I had no right to snap at you and storm off like that." An apprehensive expression came to her lovely face as she requested, "Could you please forgive me?" Kristanna smiled at her. "I vill forgive yew under one condition, and one condition only." "What?" "Dat yew sit in me lap during da picnic." Devon laughed. "I'm not sitting in your lap!" "Yes yew are," Kristanna notified her, being her usual zany and energetic self. "But of course I forgive yew, Devvy. Yew vay too sveet and sexy to be angry at." Her blue eyes glowing, Devon giggled and shook her head. "This island, coming here ... it was the best decision of my life. Bar none. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would have beautiful women talking to me this way." Kristanna grinned. "Yew dink me beautiful?" "Are you insane?" Devon asked. "Of course I do!" Those words brought a definite smile to the Norwegian's elegant face as Devon added, "Before coming here, I had never been with another woman in any capacity whatsoever. Now, just one week in, I've had sex with two and kissed five." "Voo are da lucky ones?" Kristanna wondered. "Amy and Camille for sex," Devon answered. "Kisses, there is you, of course, as well as Pamela and Lindsay. Amy and Camille too, quite obviously. The only girl here that I have yet to kiss or do anything else with is Trish. Trish is so focused on Lindsay, though, that I wonder if she even realizes that there are other people on the island, too." "Tell me about it..." I bemoaned. "Trish vas telling me dat little Lindsay stepped right out of her ultimate fantasy," Kristanna offered. "She loves dat girl vid all of her heart. Trish vould go to all four corners of da globe to make Lindsay happy." "Lindsay is a real sweetheart," Devon commented, as the three of us made our final approach toward the sparkling beach. "I never knew just how sexy teen-age girls like her are until I got to be much older. When I was younger and her age - 18 - I was attracted to older guys and girls." "Is tventy-tree a good age for yew?" Devon laughed. "You're 23, Krissy! Yes, of course. 23 is a wonderful age. A friend of mine is 23. A new friend, actually. She is so beautiful, so sexy." Devon paused and added, "She is from a different country too - Norway. She has a great attitude, is very funny. Name starts with a K." Kristanna smiled. "I am sure dat yewr FRIEND really appreciate yew talking in such high terms about her." "And she has a funky accent, too!" Devon chirped. ------- "I am sure that growing up on a farm is a far cry from growing up in the city," Devon said to Kristanna, perhaps an hour or so after our picnic was over, as the two ladies lie on the beach in close proximity to me over a collection of towels. The three of us had been basking in the glow of the sunlight and sharing idle chatter for quite some time. "Oh, it be very different," Kristanna told Devon, looking over at her. "Papa alvays had me doing yobs and chores for him. I could drive da tractor and vork all da big machinery by da time I vas ten years old." Kristanna giggled and shook her head. "I remember one time ven I vas 11, I vas showing a friend of mine, Erika, how I could drive and use da forklift. Actually, I vas showing off." Kristanna giggled again. "I drove one of da forks from da forklift right true Papa's new cold storage unit by accident." Devon gasped and brought both hands to her mouth as Kristanna ended, "Let me yust say dat Papa vas not all too pleased vid me dat day." "Oh my God!" Devon exclaimed, still holding both hands to her mouth. "You must have been in a lot of trouble!" Kristanna laughed. "Ya ... yew could say dat too." "Tell her about the top floor of your barn," I suggested. Kristanna nodded her head and spoke to Devon, "Erika, voo vas me partner in crime ven I vas little, helped me build a loft on da top floor of me family's barn-house. Ve turned it into a clubhouse vitch could fit four, maybe five people so dat ve could sleep dare at night during da veekend." "Did you ever take a roll in the hay up there?" Kristanna smiled at Devon. "I vould have liked to take a roll or two in da hay vid Erika, but she did not sving dat vay. Ve vere platonic friends. Still, I learned an awful lot up in dat old barn vid udders. I had many adventures vid bode boyfriends and girlfriends up dare. Da barn has alvays been me own personal sanctuary. Even today, I vill spend a night up in da barn, sleeping, once every couple of veeks. It bring back many good memories every time I go dare." "So you still live at home with your parents?" "Oh yes," Kristanna responded. "Da entire lower level of da house is all but mine, so it be like having me own place." "Kristanna is age 23 and lives in her parents' basement," I told Devon, grinning. Kristanna, in turn, held up a fist at me and waved it about because of my playful dig at her. "I have all da privacy dat I need," she said to Devon. "I vork for Papa too. I run da ice cream parlor on da farm. Dat is me only yob. No reason to get anudder yob." "I have never heard of a farm with an ice cream parlor," Devon mused. "Yours must be unique." "Dare is almost everyding on our farm," Kristanna informed her. "First off, believe it or not, but it be 800 acres big. It be one of da biggest farms in all of Norvay! "800 acres?" "Ya," Kristanna nodded. "Ve sell fresh fruit to grocers and consumers alike. Vullsale, retail, pick-yewr-own. Dare are people voo come from all over da area. Dare is a petting zoo for young kiddies, a bakery, flower shop and da ice cream parlor dat I be in charge of. Business be very good. Papa has many truckloads of fresh product going out every veek. Ve make great profit, but it be very hard work. Very hard." "Are you going to run the farm yourself one day?" Kristanna grinned and shrugged her shoulders at Devon. "Perhaps ... I do not know. I know Momma and Papa vould like it if dey could pass da farm along to me. I am dare final hope to keep da farm in da family. I have sister, Tekla, but she be 40 summers old and has tree children, and has life avay from da farm. She never got into da vorkings of it and helped out quite like I did. I love farm life!" As the ocean waves lapped the shoreline some 50 feet away from where the three of us were lounging on the beach, Devon turned her face toward the water and admired the sight for a couple of seconds. Then, she glanced back at us and smiled brightly. "Is this Heaven?" Kristanna grasped Devon's left hand with her right and brought it to her lips for a kiss. "No, it not be Heaven. But it be as close as yew can get vidout really being dare." Holding Devon's other hand as I lie on the opposite side of her, I brought it to my mouth and offered a kiss of my own. "I feel like I've been in Heaven this past week." Kristanna giggled while looking over at me. "Yew are da Emperor of dis island. An island vid seven hot chicks. No vunder yew feel like yew are in Heaven, crazy Jeremy." "Chicks?" Devon asked. "Vell, six hot chicks," Kristanna corrected herself. "Six hot chicks and one goddess. Devvy, da Goddess of Beauty." "Oh my Lord!" Devon huffed, laughing. She shook her head at Kristanna. "I think Aphrodite is the Goddess of Beauty. Actually, love, beauty and sexual rapture. Not me." "You know your Greek mythology," I noted. "Impressive." "Den yew must be descendant of Aphrodite," Kristanna told Devon. "No voman alive any sexier dan yew." Devon sat up upon the beach towel and gazed down at her new friend. "Are you trying to seduce me, or something? All of these nice words and compliments from you lately." Kristanna simply smiled at Devon as the young woman from Pennsylvania went on, "Because if you are trying to seduce me, you're doing an excellent job of it." Kristanna reached out and gently placed her right hand onto Devon's thigh. "Nudding vould make me happier right now dan to be vid yew. Yew and..." Kristanna glanced over at me and concluded, "Jeremy. Da two of yew, togedder." Devon's blue eyes were suddenly flashing with arousal. "A three-some? Right now? That sounds incredibly hot." She grinned at Kristanna and crooked a finger her way. "If you want some of me, baby ... then come get some." Kristanna did not need to be told twice. She immediately leaned over and settled herself atop Devon's body, then found her lips with her own for a searing, tongue-filled kiss. I watched with interested eyes as Devon soon reciprocated by wrapping both arms around Kristanna's thin, graceful body, only to then slide a hand southward and maul that firm, drum-tight ass with it. My own body started to vibrate with pleasurable sensations as I was witness to the heated sounds of passion these two ladies made through their frenetic kiss. I could forever sit here and watch these two exquisite women trade their lips and tongues between their open-mouthed kiss. I was content to do so too, before I felt a soft hand on my kneecap. Now out of this temporary trance, I looked downward and realized that Kristanna was massaging my knee with her left hand. Although she was still kissing Devon, Kristanna raised a finger and motioned for me to join them. After sitting up, I leaned over to the side and gently caressed and stroked Kristanna's shoulder blades, as well as the back of her neck. With my other hand, I trapped several strands of her silky-smooth blonde hair between my fingertips and tugged on them rather playfully. I even brought a few of them to my lips and offered the long tresses a kiss. Devon used her right hand to generously cup and squeeze one of Kristanna's firm, modest breasts through the purple top that she had on. When Kristanna moaned in response, Devon added her left hand to the mix as well. Now, she fondled Kristanna's luscious breasts with both hands. "Does that feel good to you, sweetheart? Sure feels good to me." Kristanna nodded her head in approval, her gaze literally piercing a hole through Devon's eyes and soul. "I love yewr breasts," Kristanna purred, sliding her hands between their pressed bodies and latching onto Devon's full mounds through the pink blouse she wore. "Dey are so big!" "I love your body the way it is," Devon swooned, tapping Kristanna's nose with a fingertip for added emphasis. "So tight, so firm. How tall are you, Krissy?" "5-foot-11." Devon giggled. "An amazon. I am only 5-foot-3." She slid a hand downward and caressed one of Kristanna's thighs with it. "Being so tall means you have long, long legs. Hmmmmm ... those legs are perfect. And they feel like silk." Kristanna placed both hands onto Devon's face and held it lovingly. "I dink yew are so adorable, Devvy. Maybe Lindsay stepped out of Trish's ultimate fantasy, but I could say da same for yew. Yew stepped right out of me ultimate fantasy. If I could create da ultimate voman, it vould be yew." "Ohhhhh..." Devon sighed, grinning broadly. Kristanna had obviously taken my advice from last evening about being up-front and honest with Devon. She was shelling out the compliments at a quick-fire, rapid pace. In the voyeur room last night, I told Kristanna that Devon seemed to not only appreciate people who were totally open and forthright with her, but plenty of positive encouragement as well. I advised Kristanna not to be shy or hold back in what she said to Devon, either. Suffice it to say, she had listened to me. Devon was being bombarded with compliments from all angles. "Vat do yew need, Jeremy?" Kristanna murmured, suddenly turning her gaze toward me and extending her arm at the same time. "An open invitation? Come over here and yoin us." Kristanna took the initiative by hopping into my lap and hooking an arm around my lower back. Devon rose up to her hands and knees, then giggled and crawled closer to us. She immediately honed in on Kristanna's mouth with her own for a soft, tender kiss. My cock was definitely hard as I watched these two luscious ladies swap tongues together just in front of me. At the same time, I openly groped various portions of Kristanna's lean, jet-stream body. She was so gorgeous... An instant later, my eyes went wide as Devon lunged at Kristanna - tackling her and knocking her off of my lap. The two angels landed on another beach towel and promptly began to assault and attack each other's mouths with their own. "Oh my..." I moaned out loud, getting a tempting glimpse of Devon as she hovered over top of Kristanna on her hands and knees. Her sweet ass, which was concealed only by a pair of snug-fitting shorts, was staring me right in the face as she was bent over. Suddenly, I wondered to myself if that should have been my picnic lunch instead of chicken. I loved the flower-print design of her shorts. My erection was full and raging as I kept an eye on that tight, picture-perfect ass. Meanwhile, Devon and Kristanna continued to eagerly kiss and grope one another with their roaming hands. Clearly, they enjoyed being together. There seemed to be a certain, undeniable chemistry between them. Soon, Devon changed positions. She was atop Kristanna's sternum and gazing down at her with nothing but smoldering lust in her eyes. Kristanna returned the fervid glance with one of her own, while also still holding and squeezing the 27-year-old's full, juicy breasts with both hands. Words could not even to describe how incredibly aroused I was at this precise moment in time. I was content just to watch, but knew that these ladies expected a lot more from me. When Kristanna made eye contact with me, I smiled, taking that as an open invitation. I moved forward on my knees and, with Devon's back to me, I hugged her and kissed her slender neck and shoulders in a loving way. Devon moaned and tilted her head in response. I then placed my right hand over top of Kristanna's and held it as she continued to fondle the blonde's immaculate breasts. A moment later, I decided to unbutton and then discard of Devon's little pink blouse. She looked absolutely wonderful in the lacey blouse - no doubt - but I definitely knew that her appearance would only improve with it off. Soon, her white bra was a distant memory as well. Now topless, Devon shot me a quick look before turning her attention back to Kristanna. When she reached down and cupped Kristanna's breasts with her hands, I made my move. I slid in real tight behind Devon, then wrapped my arms around her slender body and grasped her own breasts with my hands. As I splayed kisses on her neck and shoulders, Devon leaned down and placed her lips upon Kristanna's mouth for their own blissful, open-mouthed exchange. Soon, Devon slipped out of her shorts and G-string, only to then toss them elsewhere. Both garments landed atop her blouse. I sat back and watched with interested eyes as Devon, who was on her hands and knees over top of Kristanna, worked and explored the Norwegian's mouth with her lips and tongue. Once again, Devon's beautiful ass was staring me right in the face. Even better this time, though, was that her pussy was also on display. That should have been my lunch... Finally, I had seen enough. I could not take any more of this. After disposing of my shorts and briefs, I grasped my cock with my hand and began stroking it. Of course, my gaze seemed to focus on Devon's pussy, which looked oh-so-inviting as she wiggled her ass in front of me in a provocative way. The two ladies continued to eagerly kiss, now embracing one another as well. They seemed to be an excellent couple. My body shivered at the sight as I then moved behind Devon, and prepared to mount her in the doggie-style position. The enchantress was so involved in her kissing match with Kristanna that she had no idea I was behind her. That all changed, though, once I drove my erection far and deep into Devon's tiny, little pussy. She immediately broke the kiss and screeched out in a fit of mad passion, before turning and glaring back at me with absolute, mad lust in her eyes. She definitely did not expect me to do this just quite yet! I noticed just beyond Devon's shoulder, Kristanna was looking up at me with one of her patented, joyful smiles. For four years, that smile of hers had warmed my heart and made my senses swoon. Kristanna was an angel to me... Island Fever Ch. 08 Chapter 8: Melancholy The setting was the island at its purest. What was happening there was something even more special. The northeast beach was one of many quintessential, picture-postcard locations that the island had to offer. With its abundant white sand, swaying palm trees and clear, calm blue water, this crescent-shaped beach was a natural draw for anyone who worshiped the sun. The air of serene tranquility and relaxing harmony that such a place provided was the ideal elixir to heal jaggled nerves and soothe rough tensions. Or, in certain cases, it was a spot for romance. "Oh my..." I moaned, awestruck, while seated in the plush comfort of my voyeur room. Upon the primary monitor in front of me, Trish and Lindsay were enjoying the scenic wonders and peaceful solitude that the northeast beach offered them. Even better, though, they were enjoying each other. Gathered together upon a collection of huge rocks and boulders near the water's edge, Trish and Lindsay were slowly grinding and moving together in a beautiful rhythm. Both ladies wore tight, denim shorts, but the sweet and charming Lindsay had already been stripped of her top. With nothing but a bra on above the waist, the precious 18-year-old squirmed and writhed about in total pleasure as Trish stood directly behind her. Trish, who had on a pink halter top to go along with her denim shorts, squeezed and caressed Lindsay's lush breasts in a repeated fashion. With the ocean as their backdrop, the two ladies danced and swayed together upon the rocks. It was very obvious to me that Trish and Lindsay were going to take part in a sexual encounter here. It would only be a matter of time. Much to my delight, I had a front row, VIP seat within the voyeur room for it. Still massaging Lindsay's bra-clad breasts, Trish planted a series of angel kisses along her girlfriend's exposed neck and then trailed her tongue across her shoulders, and down her back. Lindsay sighed and nodded her head in approval as Trish soon dropped down to her knees upon the boulder. She slid her left hand between Lindsay's legs from behind, and caressed her stomach with it. With her right, Trish placed it onto Lindsay's hip and held it there. Then, she kissed and even licked at Lindsay's little ass through the denim. As she did so, Trish moved her right hand upward and began to massage the blonde's breasts with it. Lindsay again sighed in arousal, this time arching her head and neck as well. Soon, Trish rose to her feet and now used both hands to squeeze and grope away at Lindsay's taut breasts. She splayed some more kisses across that delicate neck and even thrust her pelvis hard onto Lindsay's twitching ass. Once Lindsay turned her face to the side, Trish was there to meet her. I smiled to myself as the two ladies extended their tongues and kissed in the open air. I just cannot stress how incredibly happy Trish seemed to be right now. She was totally in love with Lindsay. Their kiss did not last long, however. Trish grasped Lindsay's right hand and brought it to her mouth, then gently sucked and nibbled on her extended forefinger. She then slid one bra strap from Lindsay's shoulder and smiled with pure, carnal delight as a pert, little nipple came into view. Trish wasted no time whatsoever as she curled her head around for a quick, scrumptious taste. Her long blonde hair blowing about in the wind, Lindsay again nodded her head. The look on her face told me that she was becoming more aroused with every passing second. Trish pulled her other bra strap down as well, but left the whole garment around her midriff. Lindsay's breasts were exposed, however, and that was what Trish wanted. She used the opportunity to spin around to the front and attach her lips to one of Lindsay's breasts. At the same time, she slid her right hand between Lindsay's firm thighs and caressed her pussy through the denim shorts she still had on. Trish wanted to worship Lindsay, and everything there was about her. Could anyone blame her? It was not too long before Trish had been disposed of her pink halter top and bra as well. Lindsay, who seemed to be fascinated with big breasts, was taken with Trish's wondrous D-cup. She leaned over and gently feasted on both nipples, licking and sucking them into an erect, heated frenzy. "Oh God, honey..." Trish sighed as Lindsay slipped a hand between her thighs and returned the earlier favor. Trish's hips bucked and churned about as Lindsay rubbed an open palm over and across Trish's own pussy. But much like Lindsay, Trish still had on a pair of denim shorts. "God, baby..." Trish screeched. "I love you..." Lindsay placed a single finger to Trish's mouth and held it there for the time being. "Come on, Trishy ... I have an idea." She grasped Trish's hand with her own and slowly led her down from the boulder. "Follow me." - Not two minutes later, both ladies had gotten rid of the remainder of their clothing and were now wading about in a thigh-deep portion of the ocean. Trish had dropped down her knees within the water and was now fingering Lindsay's bare pussy. Meanwhile, she kissed and licked Lindsay's breasts while the minx purred above her in response. Once Trish stood up, Lindsay turned her back and dropped to her own knees. She leaned forward and placed both hands in the water. Now on her hands and knees, she grunted and squealed out in desire as Trish began to use a little more force. She jammed a pair of fingers in-and-out of Lindsay's exquisite, little pussy at a rather maddening pace. "YES!" Lindsay growled, holding a hand to her mouth. "YES TRISH! OH YES! Hmmmmm ... YES!" Trish used both hands to reach around Lindsay's body and latch onto her breasts, then pulled her back up into a standing position. Just like on the rocks moments earlier, Lindsay's body wiggled and shook in the erotic sensations as Trish pawed and groped her from behind. Naturally, she had one hand nestled between Lindsay's thighs. The pair of probing fingers now caused a series of yelps and squeals to emanate from deep within the young woman's throat. Switching positions once again, Trish and Lindsay both dropped to their knees in the water and faced each other. This time, Lindsay leaned forward and again worshiped Trish's breasts with her curious lips and tongue. Trish smiled in response, then rewarded Lindsay's forehead with a quick kiss. These two ladies were really into each other! Their hair soaked from a couple of underwater dunks, Trish and Lindsay made eye contact and then shared their most heated, passionate kiss yet. The pair of goddesses embraced one another and smashed their mouths together, their tongues driving far and deep. Once it was over, Trish placed both hands onto Lindsay's immaculate face and gently caressed it. "Wow ... you're so beautiful." Lindsay smiled at those nice words, then pressed her lips to Trish's for another soul-touching type of kiss. Both of Lindsay's hands were beneath the surface of the water, so I could not see them. But I figured that she was frigging away at Trish's pussy with them. Why? Her shoulders and arms were moving about in a rough motion. Lindsay whispered something to Trish, then the two ladies smiled and began moving back toward the beach. They stopped where the water was only calf-deep. Soon, Lindsay proceeded to turn her back to Trish and spread her feet far apart, then lean over and prop herself up with one hand. With Lindsay's bent-over ass now staring her in the face, it was obvious what Trish wanted. She quickly took a seat in the water and burrowed her face in, then began to eagerly lap away at the intoxicating folds of Lindsay's pussy. Trish paused momentarily, taking the chance to frig and massage Lindsay's clitoris with two fingers. An instant later, though, she was once again licking and swiping away at her with that magical tongue. Trish changed the routine yet again, this time jamming her fingers into Lindsay in a hard, unrelenting fashion. This, of course, set the little angel off. "OH YEAH! OH YEAH! Finger me! Finger me!" "Want more?" Trish squealed, her hand a blur. "Yeah, more..." "I got some more for you." "More ... OHHHHH YES, give it to me. Yes! YES!" "Like that?" "OHHHHH yeah ... harder ... Wow, yes! Harder! YES!" The tide was starting to pick up, but the incoming waves did not seem to bother either of the ladies. They were so into one another that it would not surprise me if they did not even realize the waves were getting stronger. Once Trish inserted a third finger into the mix, Lindsay started to buck her hips back-and-forth. The move literally caused my heart-rate to multiply. I looked on with wide eyes from the voyeur room as Trish then extended her tongue and moved in for another taste. "Your pussy is so sweet, baby! It's the sexiest, most delicious, little pussy I ever had!" Despite those words, Trish put a momentary halt to the oral worship. She spun around to Lindsay's front side and offered her a series of heated, passionate kisses. Both of them traded their lips and tongues for several seconds before moving a bit closer toward the shoreline. Once there, Lindsay took a seat in the sand and, her knees up, spread her thighs wide. Trish immediately dropped down onto her front and moved her mouth in for another taste. Her tongue in a constant motion, Trish kept her eyes trained on Lindsay's face. "I want to make you cum, baby." She shook her head and added, "What I really want is to jump into your pussy and never come out!" "Hmmmmm ... OHHHHH!" Lindsay squealed, encouraging her. "Spread it wide open! Put your tongue in there!" Trish did just that, and plenty more. That tongue shifted into erotic overdrive as she again pistoned a trio of fingers in-and-out of her succulent lover. Lindsay, of course, was squealing and grunting like there was no tomorrow. "OH MY! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUUUUUMMMMM!" As Lindsay arched her neck and back high off the surface, she squeezed her thighs tightly around Trish's blonde head. Lindsay let out a truly deafening roar in the process as her sweet, little pussy exploded in a sea of powerful sensations. Trish moaned in response, her tongue never once stopping its movement until she had lapped up all of the delicious juices. And that, obviously, was not for at least a minute or two. Trish was in no rush for anything to end... In the aftermath, Lindsay sat up in the water, but kept her thighs spread (and knees wide) so Trish could stay between them. Trish rose up to her hands and knees and met Lindsay's mouth with her own in a series of hot, sweltering kisses. In no time flat, their breathing had become quite ragged as they tried to devour each other's mouth. When the kiss was broken, Trish had a look of adoration and abiding love on her face. I could tell that she wanted to drop everything right there and ask Lindsay to spend the rest of her life with her. She probably wanted to marry her! Before Trish could tell Lindsay just how insane she was about her, the 18-year-old offered up another round of heated, passionate kisses. I shook my head at the sight, my cock hard as steel. I wanted to jump right between the two of them and get in on some of this great action myself! "Lie down for me, Trish," Lindsay murmured, grinning. "I want to taste you." Her eyes wide, Trish traded positions with Lindsay and made good on the request. Lindsay immediately moved her face between Trish's widespread thighs and went to work. "Hmmmmm ... your pussy is so tight!" was Lindsay's initial comment, as she inserted a pair of fingers into those lush, velvety folds and began to swipe away at them with her hot tongue. "You taste so good, too!" As Trish cooed and cavorted out in approval, she grabbed her own breasts and massaged them roughly. The expression on her face simply validated everything that I already knew. Pamela may have been smitten with me. She proved that after our scintillating encounter a few nights ago with her words of devotion. Devon may have been in love with me. That had become pretty apparent over the past couple of days. But for as much as Devon and Pamela seemed to like me, Trish was enthralled with Lindsay a thousand times more deeply. Lindsay had become a little ball of fire as she swiped and fingered Trish toward what promised to be a memorable orgasm. Although she moaned and squealed, Trish was not as vocal as I would have suspected her to be. Nonetheless, Lindsay quickly brought her to the highest pinnacle of sexual fulfillment. Trish's entire body rumbled and vibrated in the sensations of joyous orgasm, her gaze now squarely locked onto Lindsay. The teen-ager continued to lick and swipe away at Trish's folds until they had been totally cleansed. Although I could guarantee her satisfaction, Trish sat up anyway and pulled Lindsay into her embrace. Both ladies hugged and clutched each other in a truly fierce manner, smashing their lips together for yet another intensive kiss. "We need to have sex more often!" Lindsay remarked. Her brown eyes glowing with a mixture of total lust and undying devotion, Trish groaned and stared at Lindsay. She was so smitten with Lindsay that it seemed as if her entire body was glowing in the sunlight. Trish was in love! Trish cupped Lindsay's chin with both hands and massaged those lush, ruby-red lips with each of her thumbs. Giggling, Trish bumped noses with Lindsay and again gazed into her eyes. "Listen, baby," she whispered, her mouth mere inches from Lindsay's face. "Have you ever been to Canada?" Lindsay shook her head. "No. Why do you ask?" "I live in [City Name]," Trish responded. "It is in the province of Ontario and is not that far from Toronto. I have lived in Canada my whole, entire life. I really love it there." Trish paused for a moment, perhaps unsure of what to say next. If that was indeed the case, she soon came up with the words. "I have a really big home, but I live there all by myself. It would be nice if I ... if maybe there was someone for me to ... to share it with." Trish erased any doubts of who that someone may be by pressing her lips to Lindsay's cheek and kissing her there. "You..." "You want me to move to Canada with you?" Lindsay asked, her eyes wide and bulging. She was genuinely shocked at Trish's sudden proposal of a possible long-term commitment. Considering her age, that was perfectly understandable. Trish grinned and licked her lips at the mere idea. "Why not? I love you with all of my heart, Lindsay. I do." The 18-year-old suddenly appeared uncomfortable as Trish added, "I would give you a good home. I would provide for you in every sense of the word. You want to go to college and, if you do not decide to enter the ministry, eventually become a teacher, right? I would not want or even expect you to work. You could concentrate on your university studies and become the best student you could be. Or, you could look into following in your father's footsteps and enter the ministry. I would do all of the work required for us to live and be comfortable, and I would make sure that you have a lot of spending money in your pocket at all times. I would never ask for anything in return from you except one thing - for you to be my girl. That is all I would want." "Trish, I..." "I would treat you like a princess," the ambitious Canuck interjected. "From the time that I wake up in the morning until the time I go to sleep at night, the thing that would matter to me most is that you have a smile on that pretty, little face of yours. It would really be the only thing that matters to me." Trish paused, lost in thought for a moment. "I would buy you presents, take you sight-seeing ... we could go on vacations. Anything you want, babydoll ... it would be yours. Let ME take care of you from now on. Let ME love you. Give me your heart. I will give you the world..." I could not read what exactly was on her mind right now, but Lindsay's eyes were still about to burst as Trish took her into her arms and offered a loving, heartfelt embrace. Regardless, I had a big smile across my face here in the voyeur room. Listening to Trish pour out her inner feelings and emotions for Lindsay was quite touching. I am not one bit ashamed to admit that it brought a few tears to my eyes, either. I sincerely hoped that these two ladies would have a strong, life-long relationship. If anything, I knew that Trish was telling the truth. She would do whatever necessary to make sure that Lindsay was well taken care of in life. Every single word out of that woman's mouth was totally pure and sincere, and straight from the heart. I knew that. "You would get along really good with my family, too," Trish added, once her loving embrace with Lindsay, who still appeared to be shell-shocked, ended. "My mom and dad have known that I am bi-sexual for years. So have both of my sisters, Christie and Melissa. Neither of them are that way, but everyone accepts who and what I am, because they know it makes me happy. They would treat you so well, baby. They made my last girlfriend, Melina, feel like one of the family. There would be nothing for you to hide, feel scared about. We could be ourselves around them and not worry about it." With Trish silent, at least for the time being, Lindsay finally had the chance to speak. Obviously, the little minx was flabbergasted because of what she had just been told. So much so, in fact, that Lindsay stumbled over her words before finally murmuring, "I ... I don't want to leave ... leave O-O-Ohi-o. I ... I love my own ... family." Trish took a deep breath and seemed to be lost in thought for a brief moment, but then nodded her head as if she had just come to a decision. "I thought you may say that, honey. I know how close you are with your mom and your sisters - especially after your father died last year. I never want to live anywhere else but Canada because all of my family is there, too. I love every single one of them the same way that you love your own family." Trish nodded her head once again. "But YOU are much more important to me than my family, Lindsay. If you rather live in Ohio, I will gladly move there just so I can be with you." Lindsay gasped and sighed at those words as Trish continued, "I'll sell my house in [City Name] and buy a new one in Ohio. I'll get a job there, too. I'm sure it won't be difficult. After all, I'm a certified fitness instructor with nine years of experience. I'll still take care of you, provide for you. I'll give you more love and affection than you could handle!" Trish hugged Lindsay to her. "Oh God, baby ... we will be so happy together! So happy!" Lindsay was so aghast and bamboozled by all of this that she still could not give much of a response. Trish must have sensed this, but seemed to take it in stride. She released Lindsay from her arms and kissed her square on the nose. "Oh, I know this is so sudden for you," Trish smiled. "I know we have only known each other for one week. Throughout my entire life, though, I have never once been more sure of anything than I am about you and me. Destiny brought us together! How else could I meet the absolute girl of my dreams thousands and thousands of miles away from where I live? You and I came to this island at the same time for a reason, baby. It was destiny. Destiny brought us together." "I don't care that you're an American and that I am from Canada," Trish added. "I don't care that there is a 12 year difference in our ages. I don't even care if you want to keep our relationship a secret from your family. We could just pose as friends, or house-mates, to them. We'll work through all of that. As long as I'm with you, I'll be fine!" Trish again hugged Lindsay to her. While this definitely appeared to be one of the happiest moments of Trish's life - first finding the girl of her dreams and then professing her undying love for her - I could not gauge what was going through Lindsay's mind right now. As Trish clutched the nubile young vixen with both arms, Lindsay just sat there with the incoming tide washing up around her. Her face was now emotionless and, quite frankly, her body was trembling. Island Fever Ch. 08 Wait a minute ... was that a good thing, or a bad thing? - "Are you serious?" Amy said to me, as the two of us were lounging together next to the outdoor swimming pool an hour or so later. "You can't be," she added, shaking her head in a defiant manner. "You're lying to me. It's just too much of a coincidence to be true." "Of course I am serious, Miss Amy, and it is no lie," I told her in resposne. "You and I grew up in the same town - [City Name] - some 15 or 20 miles north of Cincinnati. And lo and behold, we meet up with each other several thousands of miles away on this picture-perfect tropical island." I paused and added, "You still live in [City Name] today." "Yes, I do," Amy nodded, seemingly relenting to the fact that I was being truthful with her. "I have lived there for most of my life ... ever since I was age three, to be precise. I was born in Kentucky." She seemed lost in thought for a moment or two, but soon tilted her head at me and asked, "When was the last time you lived in [City Name]?" "January of 1987," I answered. "I was age 12 and that was when my father got transferred in his job to New Jersey. I was there for six years and he was transferred again, this time to Los Angeles, and I lived there with him and my mom until I branched out on my own and eventually settled on this island some 17 years ago." "When was the last time you were IN [City Name], then?" "Just recently, actually," I informed her. "When my mom and dad separated in 1998, my dad stayed in California and my mom moved back home to Ohio - [City Name], actually. It is where she lives today ... I was just visiting her three months ago. It has changed a lot from when I was younger." "What street does she live on?" "River Road." Amy bit her lip and smiled. "That is less than a mile from where I grew up - Bardes Drive. My parents still live in that same house today." "I think I know where that's at," were my words. "You see, when Kristanna and I were going through the applications for the island several months ago, I noticed that you and I had the same hometown. Well, original hometown for me, at least. It really stood out on the application and caught my interest. I think it is really, really neat." "Is that why you brought me to the island?" she wondered. "It was one of the reasons, yes," I replied. "I like it that you and I are linked together, in some small way." "I have something that is even more strange," Amy mused. "Do you know that I ran into Lindsay two years ago?" I shook my head as she continued, "Lindsay was only 16. I went into the supermarket where she works and bought some perfume from her at the cosmetics counter one night. You know that she lives and works just up the road in [City Name], right? I remember buying perfume from her just like it was yesterday. I had a hot date lined up that particular night." "With someone other than your husband?" Amy laughed. "Yeah, I admit it. I was going out with someone other than my husband at the time. Maybe that is why he divorced me. One of many reasons, actually." Amy shrugged her shoulders and said, "After seeing and talking to Lindsay that night, though, I wanted to go out with her instead. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I still remember how tight her ass looked in those little work pants. I did not care that she was only 16. I figured that some things in life may be worth going to jail for." Now, I was the one laughing. "And little did you know that you would meet up with Lindsay again, too - the same place you met up with me. Several thousand miles and two whole years later, here we are. My final choice for coming to the island was Lindsay. It was either her, or another 18-year-old girl from California named Hayden. I debated over it for a while, but chose Lindsay in the end. Lindsay lives just 12 miles away from where you and I grew up." "Is that why you chose her instead of Hayden?" "Us Ohioans have to be stick together," I nodded. "Of course, I haven't lived in Ohio since I was 12. Lindsay was seven years away from even being conceived when I moved away to New Jersey in 1987. Ohio, New Jersey, California, even a short time in Oregon and now, of course, this island. But I will always think of myself as an Ohioan. I was born there and, more importantly, most of my family lives there today. My mother, sister, oldest brother ... cousins, aunts, and so forth. My other brother lives next door in Kentucky." "I was raised as an only child," Amy pouted. "I think I was a mistake. I think my mother and father never wanted to have kids. After I was born, my father got a vasectomy." "How old was he?" "24 at the time." I cringed at those words. "I can see where you say that they did not want to have kids. Your father getting a vasectomy so young. Were they ... good parents for you?" Amy shook her head. "Not really. I cannot say that my mom and dad ever did anything wrong to me, or mistreated me. But they weren't there for me, either. I pretty much grew up alone. I was a latch-key kid from the third grade on. I was cooking and taking care of myself at a very early age. It was a very lonely existence at times. My mom and dad would be working a lot, they'd go out at night, leave me to fend on my own. I got used to it eventually. I go to be very independant and self-reliant." "My father got a vasectomy after I was born, too," I told her. "Difference was, though, I was their fourth child, and he was 35. They did not want to have any more children." I paused, lost in thought for a moment. "Actually, I guess I was their fifth child. The fourth was stillborn in 1966, eight years before me. Never had a chance." "Stillborn?" "Means that the baby was dead before delivery." Amy groaned as I concluded, "I missed out on a second sister." "I'm sorry to hear that, Jeremy..." I decided to lighten the subject. "I think it was the second grade when my father went out and bought me a whole bunch of Strawberry Shortcake Christmas cards to give to all the kids in our class." Amy sighed and huffed wildly in response as I added, "Problem was, Strawberry Shortcake was a doll for girls only. My father did not know that. I wound up giving those stupid cards to everyone in our class. All of the other boys made fun of me - saying I liked to play with dolls." I chuckled at the memory. "It was BAD." "I had a couple of Strawberry Shortcake dolls," Amy recalled. "Oh my God ... I haven't thought about them in YEARS. I had Strawberry Shortcake herself, Custard the Cat, Huckleberry Pie, Hopsalot Bunny and Frappe the Frog. I think I also had Apple Dumpling and Tea Time Turtle." Amy shook her head and giggled. "I wonder what happened to all my dolls from when I was younger. Probably threw all of them into the garbage. I wish I kept them." "Why is that?" "They would be collector's items today," Amy commented. "Worth a whole lot of money, you know. What type of toys did you have back in those days, Jeremy?" "G.I. Joe and Transformers," I mused. "I grew up with the Transformers. Optimus Prime was my hero. He was the leader of the Autobots." I laughed again. "I cannot believe that we are sitting here, Amy, talking about childhood toys. Of all the things we could be discussing, THIS is it..." "This is neat, though!" Amy squealed. "This is bringing back so many memories for me! I only wish you stayed in Ohio, Jeremy, and you and I could have met earlier in life. I would have definitely noticed you then. I would have been after you big-time! But you moved to New Jersey in 1987, though, and I was only four years old at the time. Wouldn't it have been something if we were the same age and could have went to the same schools together all the while growing up?" I grinned at her words. "Were you wild and adventurous in high school like you are now? I heard that you have five boyfriends back home, right now, who gang-bang you each and every weekend. Were you like that in high school, too?" I already knew the answer to that question, of course. Amy giggled. "The school basketball team had a nickname for me - B.J. I went out with all of them. Sometimes, I went out with two of them at a time. Or even three." "I would have wanted you for myself." "Really?" Amy cooed. "You like me that much?" "I wouldn't want my girlfriend fooling around with other guys," I explained. "Other girls, yes ... that would be cool. I could live with that. But not other guys." Amy shrugged her shoulders. "I've just never found the man who could make me settle down into a truly monogamous relationship, where I would be content and happy forever. I do not think that I will ever find that man..." "What about your ex-husband?" "I didn't love him and he didn't love me," Amy sniped. "His name was Eddie, and he was black. The only reason I married him - I know this sounds bad on my part, but it is the truth - is because he had a 12 inch cock." I shifted about in the lounge chair at poolside, suddenly feeling small and very inferior. "12 inches? R-Really?" "The sex between us was incredible at first, but it got to the point over time where Eddie could no longer satisfy me," Amy added. "That is when I started to stray, and have sex with others. It led to the destruction of our marriage." "Did Eddie love you?" Amy shook her head. "No, he married me for the very same reason I married him - the sex. Being a black man, I was a trophy to him. A white trophy. You know that all black men consider white girlfriends or wives to be a badge of honor. I was a badge of honor to Eddie. A trophy. A WHITE trophy. He loved bragging about me to others." "If a man has 12 full inches and STILL cannot satisfy you, Amy ... is it even possible to satisfy you?" "Total satisfaction goes much deeper than sex," she said. "If someone really loved me, cared for me ... and I felt the same, exact way for him, I would be faithful. I would be totally monogamous and committed to a one-on-one type of relationship." Amy shrugged her shoulders and sighed deeply. "You see, Jeremy ... I've never really, truly been in love. And ... I do not think anyone has ever been in love with me. In fact, I know that no one has." I narrowed my eyes at her. "Why do you say that?" Amy shrugged her shoulders once again, then offered a nonchalant expression. "I think it is because no one, besides maybe my ex-husband, really ever took the time to get to know me as a person. Having sex and getting it has always been so important to me. I guess maybe I developed a reputation for those who have known me throughout the years, and have never been able to shake it." "What reputation is that?" "That I'm a slut. A nymphomaniac. Someone who cares about one thing, and one thing only - fucking. No one, I think, has ever taken me seriously because of it." "Have you given anyone a reason to take you seriously?" Amy hesitated for a moment, then frowned. "I guess not." "I take you seriously, Amy," I told her. "You and I have had a neat discussion these past 10 or 15 minutes. Don't you think? Our hometown, childhood toys ... I truly enjoy discussions like this. I really do. Sex is wonderful. I am the first person to admit that. But there is more to life than sex. I think that you need to realize that." "But fucking is the only thing that I'm good at..." "Oh ... stop it, Amy," I snapped at her. "You're better than that. I know it, and you know it." "I think what you and Pamela are developing together is very, very special," Amy said. "I wish that I could have that type of relationship. It would make me so happy." "You can," I countered. "All you need to do is open yourself up, and let others see the real person inside of you. Not the nymphomaniac that you claim to be." "Just exactly who is the REAL person inside of me?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I don't really believe that I have met her yet. But I would like to..." Amy gulped her throat. "I'm really not sure if I know who that person is myself." "May I ask you a personal question?" Amy shrugged her shoulders. "Sure." "How did you lose your virginity? Who was it with?" Amy's narrowed her eyes as she looked back at me. "Why would you ask me something like that?" I shook my head. "Just curious is all." "With my neighbor when I was 14," she offered. "I left my house keys at school one day by accident ... had no other way to get in. I asked my neighbor if I could stay with him for a few hours until my parents got home from work." "Neighbor the same age as you?" "He was 53." I coughed and nearly choked at the realization. "You had sex with a 53-year-old man when you were 14? 14?" "Well, he was really nice," Amy defended herself. "I knew that he liked me. He used to watch me go swimming in my pool from his window each summer. We got to talking that one day I stayed with him, one thing led to another and soon we..." "I'm very sorry, but I don't want to hear about how a 53-year-old man went about taking advantage of you when you were 14 and still a virgin," I said, cutting her words off. In fact, the mere thought made me incredibly angry. Amy crinkled her nose at me. "Well, you are the one who asked how I lost my virginity. All I did was answer your question." Was Amy offended that I cut her off like I did? Her arms suddenly folded, it sure did seem that way. "I'm sorry, dear," I frowned. "You're right, and I am wrong. I just don't like hearing of stories like that." "Why did you want to know about when I lost my virginity?" "Really just wanted to know if it was special or not," I informed her. I paused, contemplating things for a moment. "You've had sex with over 50 people in your young life, Amy. You have five boyfriends, all of whom are black, at home in Ohio who like to gang-bang you every weekend. You even told me that you once had sex with 20 guys, all at once. Seems to me that your marriage to Eddie was nothing but a colossal mistake." I took a deep breath and shook my head. "You have led a very hard life, Amy. Haven't you?" She seemed agitated with me. "What's your point?" "I just think that, down-deep, you are better than this." "Better than WHAT?" "I'm not trying to make you angry, sweetheart. You said that no one takes you seriously. You wish you could have a relationship like the one I am trying to build with Pamela? Those are your own words. Wasn't it fun to just sit here and TALK with me a few minutes ago? Talk about the unique link we have - our hometown, Strawberry Shortcake dolls and Transformers? Wasn't it fun to sit here and have a discussion with no sexual overtones whatsoever? To just sit here and talk about silly stuff? You have it in you, Amy." "Have what in me?" "The ability to do that," I stressed. "The ability to make people laugh at what you say. The ability to make people be interested in you for something other than sex." Amy still appeared to be agitated with me, so I trapped her right hand between both of my palms and brought it to my lips. After planting a kiss on the tips of her fingers, I looked deep into her eyes and reiterated, "I'm not trying to make you mad, Amy. I'm really not. I want to help you. I want you to be happy. That is all I really want for you." She tilted her head and offered me a disapproving glare. "And just how exactly do I go about being happy in life?" "I'm eight years older than you, Amy. I have been very unhappy and depressed almost my whole, entire life - for a wide variety of reasons. I realized a while back that there were certain things that I had to change about my life, or I would never have the chance of being happy. That is one reason why you and all of the other girls are here right now. The past week with all of you in my life has made me happier than I have ever felt before. I have spent the last 17 years all by myself, in total isolation. For that to change, I had to change. I had to take the initiative." "What exactly are you saying?" I kissed her fingertips again. "You want to be happy, Miss Amy. You want others to take you seriously. You want others to like you for the person that is inside of you. That will never happen unless you give people a REASON to take you seriously, or a reason to like you for the person that is inside of you." I shrugged my shoulders at her. "Remember last Tuesday? Your second day here?" "Yeah..." "We all know that Lindsay is very shy, very humble, Amy. Lindsay was very nervous her first couple of days here, too. Yet there you are, before breakfast Tuesday morning, talking to Lindsay in a fashion that you should not have been doing. What was it? You asked her if she had ever thought about becoming a stripper like Pamela is. You told the girl to her face that you would pay her if you could have sex with her." I shook my head and added, "Amy, the girl was a virgin. You knew that. Very shy, humble, religious. You did not set a very good example for yourself with the others that day. After hearing that, most people would not even want to get to know you as a person. Lindsay is this very sheltered girl from a small town. Yet you tease her about becoming a stripper, you insinuate prostitution with her." I took a deep breath. "Do you understand what I am saying to you? You want people to like you as a person. In order to do that, you HAVE to do things that will draw people to you. What you said to Lindsay that day, though ... all it did was push the other girls further away from you. They will not take you seriously if you say things like that. Am I the first person, except perhaps Pamela since she is your room-mate, who has sat down and really had a one-on-one discussion with you thus far? There is a reason for that." Amy's expression was lifeless as she stared back at me for several seconds, her eyes empty. "I ... I've been this way my whole life. I ... I can't change." "Yes you can," I insisted. "There is nothing wrong with being a little wild, a little kinky, and enjoying sex. Nothing wrong at all. But you have to control yourself. YOU have to watch what you say to others, Amy. Don't let sex rule your life. You even told me earlier that sex is the only thing that you are good at." I shook my head at her and implored, "Both you and I know that is not true." "What else am I good at then?" "Amy, we were talking about our hometown and the toys we played with while growing up," I reminded her. "You made ME laugh. You made ME feel good. Nothing we spoke of had any sexual overtones to it. We were having a good, little discussion. I enjoyed that. I enjoyed talking to you that way. I saw a glimpse of the person that is inside of you. I liked her, Amy. Let the others see that side of you." Amy laughed. "I don't know, Jeremy, whether I should be angry at you for saying all of this crazy stuff to me, or if I should be grateful that you're trying to help." I released her hand from my grasp. "All I am doing, Amy, is trying to help. One thing you will learn about me is that I am incredibly up-front and honest. I've been more honest than I really should have been with Pamela and Devon. Trish, as well. And now you, of course. Amy, I don't like you telling me that no one takes you seriously or that the only thing you are good at is sex. That is why I said all of these things to you. I gave you my opinion. You have the ability to change whatever is wrong in your life. Before that happens, though, you have to give the effort. Believe me, I know exactly what I am talking about here." Amy glanced downward as if she feeling hollow inside. "I have never been in love with anyone, my whole life." "Not even your ex-husband..." Amy laughed in a negative manner. "Definitely not Eddie. All it was with him was sex. All it has ever been with anyone for me is sex. Pamela and Camille, too..." "You can have sex and love at the same time," I told her. "Look at Trish and Lindsay. They are ALL OVER each other. Yet, at the same time, Trish and Lindsay are in love." Island Fever Ch. 08 "Trish is in love with Lindsay," Amy commented. "Not the other way around." I was about to respond to those words and ask what they were based on, but Amy spoke up before me. "I want someone to look at me the same way that Devon seems to look at you, Jeremy. Devon was telling me before breakfast that you are the nicest guy she has ever met. It was like she was glowing. Just glowing. Floating in the clouds, or something. Devon is madly in love with you. Obviously, the same can be said for Pamela. She loves you, too." I smiled at those words. "You think so?" Amy sighed. "She denies it - why I do not know - but Kristanna is totally in love with you too, Jeremy." "WHAT?" I asked, caught off-guard. "Kristanna is in love with you," Amy reiterated. "I can tell by the way that she looks at you, talks to you. It is all in the body language. She is CRAZY about you, Jeremy." "Are you serious?" I exclaimed. "Ask her," Amy suggested, shrugging her shoulders. "The girl will never lie to you. Ask her, and she will tell you." I nodded my head. "I may just have to do that, then." I contemplated Amy's words for several seconds, then decided to return to an earlier topic. "Have you ever thought about going to see a doctor, Amy? A psychiatrist?" Her eyes narrowed at me. "A ... a psychiatrist? Why?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Seems to me that it may do you a world of good. You obviously have issues with self-esteem and self-confidence, yet there is no legitimate reason for you to feel that way. You are a very beautiful woman and, as I have learned today, a very outgoing and witty one, too." "I don't need to see no psychiatrist..." "The medicine that is out there in the world - available to you if you are willing to give it a chance - it can work absolute wonders for you," I informed her. "Medication can help stabilize your everyday mood, Amy. It can help make you feel better about yourself and, in turn, help others to see you in a much different and better light." "How so?" "You told me that no one takes you seriously," I reminded her. "People think that you are a nymphomaniac. That is what you think and perceive. Well, the proper medication would improve your own self-image. Your self-image is what you portray to others. If you think that the general person does not take you seriously, Miss Amy, then you are probably right. You have to take yourself seriously first." I took a deep breath and smiled gently. "A few minutes ago, at least, you took yourself seriously. What happened was, for that short time, you and I had a wonderful discussion. It was silly, fun. If you let others see that side of you, Amy, they would feel interested in you as a person like I did." Amy offered me a quizzical expression. "I need to talk about Strawberry Shortcake dolls with everyone?" I laughed at her assumption. "No, not quite. Just open yourself up, and let others see the real person that is inside of you. I really believe that the proper medication would help you out in so many ways, Amy. It would help stabilize your mood, instead of being way up one minute and way down the next. It would help with your self-image ... the way you feel inside. It would help you feel much more confident and at ease with yourself. It would not be so difficult for you to have a normal discussion with people." "Ain't no pill going to do all that for me," Amy said, her tone defiant. I sighed in response as she continued, "There is no pill in the world that will make others look at me as anything other than a slut ... a cheap thrill." "The medicine would help improve your self-image and your outlook on life," I stressed. "Having a better self-image of yourself, Amy, means that others will see you that way, too." I sighed again. "Going to the doctor and giving it a try will certainly not hurt you." "I don't need to go see some head shrinker," Amy told me, using a term which referred to psychiatrists in a negative light. "All they do is sit there and listen to all of your problems, and charge $200 an hour for it." "It will be my $200," I told her. "You agree to go and see a psychiatrist over in Peru, Amy, and I will pay for it. I will pay for whatever medication you are given, too. I see a psychiatrist myself. The medicine that I take has done a world of wonders for me. There is a really good doctor in Lima. I could get you an appointment with him..." Amy seemed to contemplate things for a moment or two, but ultimately shook her head. "No. Thanks ... but no thanks." "Why?" "Ain't no pill going to help me," she reiterated. "Amy!..." I pleaded with her. "Look, I appreciate the fact that you are trying to help," she countered. "A psychiatrist may work for some people, but one would never work for me." I was about to offer her a few more words of protest, but Amy stood up from the table and quickly said, "I think I am going back inside to get a drink. I could use a shot of bourbon. Or maybe two..." With that, Amy turned and retreated into the mansion. Defeated (for the time being), I hung my head low and slumped down in the chair. Of course, I based my suggestion that Amy go see the doctor because the profiler software I had used to evaluate all potential applicants before making the final decision on who to bring to the island speculated that she may suffer from Cyclothymic Personality Disorder. Thus far, with this being her eighth day here, I had not seen anything from Amy to deter that prognosis. Not only had I witnessed rapid mood swings from her on several occasions, but Amy was clearly a very depressed individual. Those are the two key signs of someone who suffers from Cyclothymia. The additional fact that Amy was hyper-sexual also hinted that she may indeed suffer from Cyclothymia, since the two were often linked together by medical experts. Even if her exact disorder was not Cyclothymia, there was clearly something wrong with Amy. Everyone has days when they are feeling unhappy or down. But for those suffering from depression and its related illnesses, that feeling is constant and much more severe. Depression is wanting to go to sleep and hoping that you never wake up. Depression is a deep, dark hole that can swallow a person alive. A hole that keeps getting deeper and deeper until you cannot see the light any more. Just a nothingness that absolutely consumes you and your entire soul. Believe me, I know what I am talking about here. It may very well be the worst feeling that anyone can have. As I have stated in prior chapters, I suffered from a mild to moderate form of depression called dysthymia. I understood where Amy was coming from in her refusal to seek medical help for whatever specific problem may ail her. I used to feel the same, exact way. After my ex-fiancee left me in 1993, I went through 16 years of Hell because dysthymia set in and had a stronghold on everything that I did in life. It was not until I met Kristanna, who convinced me that I needed professional help, that I finally broke down and went to see a psychiatrist over on the mainland. Of course, it was literally a fight for Kristanna to finally get me to change my mind and agree to seek help. But she kept persisting and because of that, I could not be anymore thankful to her than I am today. The medication (Effexor) that I took on a daily basis was a Godsend for me. For several years, I felt tired and discouraged at all times. I was physically weak. I was drowning in pain and it was a struggle just to get out of bed every morning. I had lost all interest in life and, to a great extent, even my own family (one reason why I lived on a small, secluded island in the middle of the ocean with no one else generally around in sight). But once I went to the doctor and began taking Effexor, my life and everything about it seemed to change (for the better) over the course of the next couple of months. I had more energy and felt renewed interest in daily activities. No longer was I focusing on the many reasons why I felt my life was not worth living anymore. Instead, I had gained a new perspective on things and was looking forward to what each day presented me with. I was, in essence, alive again. Now, I found myself on the opposite end of the spectrum. I was the one who would have to do everything that I could to convince Amy that it would be in her best interests if she were to seek some type of help. There was no reason for a woman as beautiful and as potentially charming as Amy most certainly was to feel as if no one cared about her, or wanted to get to know her as a person. No reason at all. ***End of Chapter 8*** Island Fever Ch. 09 Chapter 9: "Rhetoric" I was making my routine rounds throughout the mansion on this balmy Tuesday morning when I heard a series of feminine grunts and yelps emanating from the central room, which was located downstairs. I was overly curious, naturally, and decided that it was time to investigate. Thus, I descended the winding staircase and was quite surprised at what I saw. Dressed in full workout garb, the duo of Trish and Kristanna were honing their martial arts skills in a friendly sparring match. In addition to their spandex outfits, the two ladies wore protective equipment, including elbow and knee pads, gloves, a chest protector and helmet. I could tell that the contact between them was being kept to a minimum, but still, it was good they took safety precautions. I had only been aware that Kristanna was an expert in an Israeli form of the martial arts called Krav Maga - a very detailed and effective self-defense system - for a couple of months. It was totally shocking to me - and I certainly do not mean this in a negative way, of course - that a woman as frail and light-weight as Kristanna (5-foot-11 and a mere 115 pounds at her height) could pack such a lethal punch. Trish, the physical fitness enthusiast from Toronto, looked a little more the part (5-foot-4 and 118 pounds of vixenish muscle). Trish was a student of the martial arts as well, but her specialty was kickboxing. These two ladies were a good fit together like this. Out of all the women on the island, Trish was the only suitable sparring partner for Kristanna because of her experience and background when it came to controlled hand-to-hand combat. As I stood at the bottom of the steps and watched them trade a series of light (safe) kicks and chops, Kristanna eventually noticed my presence and motioned for Trish to cease. Kristanna slipped her helmet off, then shook her head vigorously and smiled warmly at me. "Hi Jeremy!" "Sweetheart," I nodded at her, turning my attention toward Trish. The 30-year-old took her own helmet and facemask off, then smiled at me as well. "Miss Trish." "Hi," she greeted in her usual friendly manner. Judging by the amount of perspiration on the bodies of both ladies, they had been practicing their skills for quite some time here in the central room. Where was Lindsay? It was rare for me to see Trish and Lindsay apart. Aside from a few instances here-and-there, it seemed as if Trish and Lindsay had been glued together since their arrival. "Have yew come down to vatch us?" Kristanna wondered, her exotic, sexy accent bringing a smile to my face. "Sure, I can do that," I chuckled in response. "I have wondered ever since I learned about this side of you, dear ... why? Why do you focus so much of your energy and free time into learning and mastering Krav Maga? Forgive me, but you just don't seem the type cut out for this sort of stuff." "Oh really?" Kristanna countered in a defensive tone, placing both hands upon her hips and looking at me. "Come over here for a second, Mister Jeremy." "She's likely an expert in Krav Maga to protect herself from guys like you," Trish suggested, being playful. Once I made my way over to Kristanna - just as she asked me to - the gorgeous blonde suddenly reached out and grabbed my left wrist. In the blink of an eye, she pulled me toward her, and then I found myself flat on my back. Kristanna had knocked my legs out from underneath me with a sweeping kick, then shoved me backward - causing me to fall down - with a hard forearm upon my upper chest. Trish laughed and clapped her hands together in glee. "I want to be that good one day!" Disoriented for a moment, to say the least, I gulped my throat and stared up at Kristanna in a mixture of shock and awe. The Norwegian snickered in triumph, then placed her bare foot upon my exposed throat and held it there gently. "Do yew still dink I am not capable enough?" "I never said that," I returned, once again gulping my throat. Kristanna did not injure me physically, but her sudden take-down maneuver still had my head spinning. I could not believe the speed and ferocity of it. I was a good 100 pounds heavier than her, yet she had treated me like a rag-doll anyway. "All I said was that you don't seem to be the type for it. That's all. Instead of a deadly enforcer, you seem to be more the model type." Kristanna laughed and slowly removed her bare foot from my throat. I then reached up with both hands and grasped that pretty foot, and held it just inches from my face. "If I ever need a bodyguard, sweetheart, the job is yours." Kristanna snickered once more as I tilted my head upward and planted a gentle kiss on her big toe. I did the same for the arch of her foot, then its heel. "I like dat!" she squealed in response, wiggling all five of her pretty toes. Trish reached down with both hands and grasped my right arm, then helped pull me up to my feet. Kristanna smiled and brushed up against me, then offered my lips a whispery kiss. "Vould yew still like to stay and vatch us spar, Jeremy?" "I don't think so," I told her, shaking my head. "I do not want to get caught in the crossfire." Kristanna let out an exaggerated laugh as I added, "Maybe it's best that I go someplace else. Anywhere else. Away from you two ladies. I don't feel like getting beat up again." "Girl power!" Trish exclaimed, again being playful, as I turned and quickly ascended the nearby staircase. I am not quite certain whether or not my ego was bruised, but I definitely felt the need to leave Trish and Kristanna by themselves to do their thing. That was the first physical confrontation that I had been involved in - playful or real - in 22 years. I last recall getting into a fight when I was 17 years of age. It involved a dispute over baseball cards. It felt somewhat eerie to realize that if Kristanna truly wanted, she could take me out without exerting much effort at all. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head at the mere thought. I would just have to stay on Kristanna's good side from now on. Did I really have any other choice? On the flipside, Kristanna's prowess in the martial arts was something that I should not really concern myself with. It was wonderful that she could defend herself in any type of physical situation. Could anyone blame Kristanna for having such a vested interest in hand-to-hand combat? Young women, especially those as charming and beautiful as my dear and good friend, really need to know how to defend themselves from the cruel predators in today's world. Still, I had no reason to think all that much about this. Certainly, I should not harbor any negative feelings about it. But as I said earlier, I just found it ... eerie, that a woman such as Kristanna - who was very thin and looked so fragile - could make mince-meat of me in seconds if she so desired. It was a very difficult concept for me to grasp. - Perhaps this should not come as any great surprise, but I found myself back in the voyeur room much later - in the evening - and absolutely glued to the surveillance screen directly in front of me. This place was way too addictive! The image of Amy and Camille was gracing the monitor, with both ladies completely nude as they lounged about in the spa outside. Amy and Camille were huddled close, their luscious bodies pressed tightly together, as they both openly kissed and licked a humongous hand-held dildo between their probing lips and tongues. There was also a mysterious-looking gym bag laying on the ground between the spa and the outdoor pool. It appeared out of place. What was it doing there? Night-time had already fallen, so the only illumination came from the bright overhead lamps and lights at poolside. It was all I needed to fully watch and enjoy what promised to be a scintillating encounter between these two ladies. While holding the dildo up, Camille was really into the act of licking and worshiping it with her lips and tongue. So was Amy, as well, as she sucked and slurped on the huge toy at the very same time. Both ladies also took the time to fondle and squeeze the others' body, paying extra-special attention to their full, heaving breasts. Camille put the dildo down for a moment and then attached her lips to Amy's for a heated kiss. Each of them swapped their velvety tongues and a mixture of saliva over a deep, open-mouthed exchange. Amy moaned shortly thereafter, before encircling Camille's body with both arms and holding her tightly. The simple move only intensified their kiss. Using the tip of the dildo, Camille prodded it against one of Amy's breasts. She traced circles around the red-head's full nipple, before sliding the big pleasure tool into Amy's vast, deepened cleavage and gently thrusting it up-and-down. When the two women soon began to rub their heaving breasts upon each other, their shared kiss reached its apex. Camille and Amy were trying to devour one anothers' mouth with their own now, their lips mingling and tongues diving deep. The breathing between them was quite ragged and labored, too. Speaking of such things, I already had my cock out and was busy stroking it. Watching two beautiful women such as Amy and Camille heat each other up like this was intensely arousing for me. It would be that way for any normal man... My excitement level doubled once Pamela suddenly appeared on the monitor. She walked into the picture, standing just above Amy and Camille as they were huddled close together in the steaming spa. The pair of lust-lovers broke their kiss long enough to glance up at Pamela and motion for her to join them in the spa. Pamela smiled at the couple while rubbing one of her big breasts through the bikini top that she wore. Amy reached for one of Pamela's ankles and gently tugged at it, wanting her to step into the spa. Still smiling, Pamela did just that. She took two steps into the heated whirlpool, then was yanked downward by both Amy and Camille. The pair of ravenous hellcats brought Pamela between them and immediately went to work on her hot, voluptuous body. Pamela moaned with obvious arousal as Camille whisked her bikini top off in one easy motion, before attaching her mouth to one of those lovely breasts. Pamela continued to moan and sigh in desire until Amy hushed her with a kiss. With the two ladies on either side of her, Pamela squirmed about as she and Amy shared a rather intensive kiss. At the same time, Camille continued to worship the blonde's breasts with not only her lips and tongue, but her hands as well. Pamela squealed against Amy's piercing kiss as her body started to vibrate about within the swirling water. I then realized that Camille had slipped a hand between Pamela's thighs, and was busy thrusting a couple of fingers hard and fast into her sweet, intoxicating pussy. Camille must have also slipped off Pamela's G-string bikini underwater. Once Amy broke the hot kiss with Pamela, her lips were quickly replaced by Camille's. The dark-haired beauty drove her tongue deep into Pamela's inviting mouth, tasting its vast, delicious recesses while also luxuriating in them. Amy used the open opportunity to clutch and squeeze one of Pamela's breasts with her right hand, while sliding her tongue over and across the 30-year-old's delicate shoulder. Camille produced the dildo she and Amy had been sharing earlier, before breaking the kiss with Pamela. Then, she shoved it into the stripper's mouth and giggled. "Suck that cock, baby! Get it all nice and hard!" Pamela's eyes were wide as she looked at Camille, who continued to giggle and sneer while thrusting the thick, 12-inch dildo into her willing mouth. I could tell that Pamela was also well aware of Amy, who continued to fondle one of her breasts while swiping its nipple with her tongue. "What do you think, Amy?" Camille asked, a huge smile on her face. "You think Pammy here needs to be fucked?" Amy giggled while pulling her lips away from Pamela's breasts. "Yes! I do!" She paused and added, "I really think that she needs a strap-on, though." Pamela moaned and squirmed about in sheer arousal as Camille snickered, "Better yet, I think Pammy needs TWO strap-ons." She leaned over and offered Amy a quick kiss before adding, "Think we should double-fuck her?" "Oh yes," Amy replied, grinning. "But I want her ass." With that incredibly naughty exchange of words, my stiff, throbbing cock suddenly exploded all over my wrist and hand. My heart was pounding within my chest as I leaned forward and re-played their quotes in my mind. Amy and Camille were going to double-penetrate Pamela with two strap-on dildos? Was that what the gym bag was laying there for? Was it, by God, a bag full of ... toys? SEX TOYS? "Would you like us to double-fuck you?" Camille said to Pamela in a demeaning tone, while still thrusting several fingers hard and fast into her pussy within the whirlpool. "Me and Amy would fuck you REAL good. Want that, Pammy?" Pamela's only response was a whimper, followed by a nod of the head. I could tell that she was really turned on right now. I was also glad that Pamela had showed up and changed this from a one-on-one encounter into a three-some. Camille rose up and stepped out of the spa. I watched intently as she, with her nude and soaking, wet body, retrieved the gym bag. Meanwhile, Amy stepped out of the swirling spa as well, followed quickly by Pamela. My cock was getting hard once again as I was now able to witness the three ladies in all their glorious, naked forms. Amy spread a towel out on the cement deck next to the spa, while Camille found a pair of suitable strap-on dildos from the aforementioned gym bag. She stepped into the harness of one; it was thick and appeared to be 15 or so inches long! Giggling with an aura of confidence and superiority, the busty Latina grasped the dildo with her hand and stroked it before finally making her way over to Pamela. "On your knees, Pammy! Just like a good, little girl!" Like a trained submissive, Pamela offered Camille a look of total servitude before dropping down to her knees atop the spread-out towel. Camille's only response was to simply step forward, and plug Pamela's pretty mouth with the big dildo. "Yeah, suck that cock," Camille said in an abrasive tone. "Suck that cock before I fuck you silly with it." Camille giggled at her own words as she handed Amy the other strap-on dildo. Not quite as long or thick as its counterpart, this dildo was tailor-made for anal sex. Amy quickly stepped into its harness, and snapped it into place. Now, the red-headed siren had a truly devilish appearance. I could tell that Pamela was even more turned on than she was just a few moments ago. The wondrously beautiful vixen was on her knees, sucking Camille's huge strap-on dildo as if it were a real cock. Her head bobbed back-and-forth as she took in as many of the 15(?) inches that she possibly could. Amy stepped forward with her own strap-on secured and in place, and offered it to Pamela. She took it into her right hand and began stroking away, while frigging the larger dildo with her left. All the while, she continually slurped away. "Look at Pammy go!" Camille exclaimed, snickering. "She must be really, REALLY hungry tonight!" Pammy? What is up with that? A few weeks ago, I called her Pam during one of our telephone discussions, but she quickly corrected me on how to pronounce her name - Pamela. It seemed to be a pretty big deal with her, too. Now, it appeared as if Pamela had no problems with Camille as she continually used a somewhat degrading version of her name. "Yeah baby," Amy said as she stepped closer, pressing the tip of her dildo onto Pamela's face. As she busily slurped away on Camille's pleasure tool, Pamela looked at Amy and smiled. Amy responded by running the thin dildo over and across Pamela's face, and through her silky hair. "Pammy needs a FUUUUCK ... ing," Camille snickered. "Oh! Make that a double-fucking. Her pussy, AND her ass!" "Oh God..." Pamela moaned as Camille withdrew the strap-on dildo from between her lips. Camille then dropped to the ground, and positioned herself upon her back. With the enormous dildo pointing directly upward from her pelvis, Camille motioned for Pamela to settle down and take a seat. My cock was at full strength yet again as Pamela dropped to her knees astride Camille's hips. She positioned herself for entrance, then squinted and moaned with sheer abandon as the head of the incredibly thick dildo popped into her. I could sense her passion as she began squealing, while also settling deeper and deeper upon the humongous pleasure tool. When about 10 to 12 inches was embedded deep inside her, Pamela must have sensed she could take no more. Growling with desire, she leaned forward until her breasts were nestled snugly against Camille's. Flat on her back, Camille then smiled before finding Pamela's mouth for a heated kiss. I continued stroking my hard cock as Amy smeared an ample helping of lubricant over and across her own strap-on dildo. She then dropped to her knees behind Pamela's upturned ass, and inbetween Camille's widespread thighs. Pamela squealed uncontrollably once Camille started to pump her hips, thrusting the tremendous dildo further into her pussy. At the same time, Camille kept both arms fastened around Pamela's neck and shoulders, keeping her close and tight, while also devouring her delicious mouth with her own. A bit more foreplay here would have been especially nice. I really enjoyed watching Pamela suck that dildo on her knees as if it were a real cock. But I could not complain. Camille wanted to stuff Pammy - and no one could stop her. Also, I noticed that despite a few earlier words, Amy was being strangely quiet. Normally, she was the aggressor... Pamela was now screaming in response to the hard thrusts which Camille gave her pussy. Her screams, as well as her passion level, increased ten-fold once Amy decided it was finally time to insert her own dildo into that tight rectum. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Pamela roared, breaking her shared kiss with Camille. Amy giggled and swooned with arousal as she slid inch after inch of the dildo into Pamela's bowels. The insatiable 30-year-old only stopped once she had stuffed the entire length of the dildo deep inside of Pamela's ass. "OH YEAH!" Pamela screamed out, her body starting to churn as Camille resumed her thrusting motion. "OH FUCK YEAH! THAT FEELS GOOD! FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK ME HARD!" When Amy joined the parade and began thrusting away, I had to take a deep breath as my heart pounded yet again. The mere sight of Amy's big breasts as they bounced and shook about while she busily slammed her dildo into Pamela's ass from behind nearly blew my mind (among other things). "Bitch in heat!" Camille screamed, laughing, while keeping an eye on Pamela's facial reactions. "Bitch in heat! Look at her go! Go Pammy, go! Go Pammy, go! Go, Pammy, GO!" It seemed as if Pamela's entire body could explode at any given moment. Amy and Camille were absolutely hammering her, with one dildo violating her pussy while another was stuffed deep inside her ass. Both ladies were thrusting and pumping away at Pamela with all of the strength within their bodies. At the same time, Amy latched onto Pamela's rounded ass with both hands, then started to slap it in random places. "She needs a spanking!" Amy exclaimed, grinning, as she helped turn Pamela's sweet ass a bright, crimson red. "Oh yeah!" Camille moaned as she sought out and found Pamela's vociferous mouth with her own. She kissed her roughly, but that did little to muffle Pamela's screams. The double-penetration continued for several seconds, as Amy's own brand of discipline became even more severe. She made Pamela squeal with each hard slap on her ass, which obviously only added to her already intense passion level. Island Fever Ch. 09 "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!" Pamela finally thundered out. "OH GOD ... DON'T STOP ... DON'T YOU DARE STOP FUCKING ME!" Bearing down, Amy and Camille followed through on that request as they viciously pumped her with those big dildos. Pamela's body shook and shivered for an instant, then she let out one final scream before collapsing on top of Camille and going absolutely limp. Then - and only then - did the pair of dildo-wielding hellcats withdraw themselves from Pamela. She had been satisfied - and thoroughly drilled. I was sweating profusely and breathing hard in response to what I had just witnessed. I will go out on a limb here and say that was the most powerful orgasm of Pamela's life. I do not see how anything could have been more intense. Camille wiggled out from underneath an exhausted Pamela before whispering something into her ear. Pamela nodded her head, then was greeted by a kiss on the cheek from Amy. She obviously needed some time to recover. Sensing this, Camille turned toward Amy and smiled at her. She glanced down at the humongous dildo which protruded from her pelvis, then offered Amy another smile. Amy got the cue as she then unsnapped her own strap-on dildo and let it fall harmlessly to the ground. "Now it's your turn to be fucked..." Camille smirked. I continued stroking my erection as Camille spread out a large towel on the other side of the whirlpool. She pushed Amy down on top of it, onto her back, and then mounted her in the missionary position. An instant later, Camille had the dildo shoved far and deep into Amy's burning pussy. From the very start, the energy level between these two lovely ladies was very high. Amy encircled Camille with both arms and held onto her tightly as their bodies were slapping so hard and violently together that I could actually hear the noises that were being created as a result. "FUCK ME!" Amy pleaded, screaming. "OH YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME! OH GOD YES, FUCK ME! FUUUUUCK!" Finding enough strength within herself to do so, Pamela had turned her face toward the intense coupling. With a hand stuffed between her thighs, and several fingers twiddling away on her little clitoris, Pamela could not help but to masturbate. She certainly was not alone in that regard. (!) Camille showed no mercy or tenderness as she absolutely blasted Amy with the monstrous strap-on dildo. The Mexican also held onto Amy's large, heaving breasts and used them as balancing points as her hips continually hammered away. As Amy screamed out her orgasmic pleasure just seconds later, I moaned along with her while my cock erupted like a raging volcano. Sperm shot out and leaked all over my hand and wrist again, as well as my legs, as Amy went through a very powerful and explosive orgasm of her own. She held onto Camille with both arms and hugged her rather fiercely, while her mouth shot out expletive after nasty expletive. Once Amy's body eventually settled down from her intense release, I noticed that Pamela was up and about, and busy sifting through Amy's naughty bag-of-toys. For an instant, I imagined what Pamela would look like with a huge strap-on dildo protruding from her pelvis. What a sight that would be! The thought went away, however, once she retrieved a hand-held dildo from the bag instead. When Pamela turned and focused her eyes on Camille, I smiled to myself. "Get her!" I said out loud, badly wanting to see Camille get pounded mercifully. Pamela crawled over to Amy and Camille as they were still locked together in a warm embrace next to the swirling spa. I squeezed my deflated cock as she did so, trying to pump some more life into it. Pamela's next move was to latch onto Camille from behind and pull her away from Amy. Surprised for a moment, Camille turned around but was immediately met with a searing mouth-to-mouth kiss from Pamela. The two ladies were quickly writhing together in unison as Pamela undid the harness which held Camille's massive strap-on dildo in place. Now without any support, the crude object fell harmlessly to the ground. "You're gonna get it!" Pamela warned her girlfriend as she broke the kiss, before pushing Camille down onto her back. She immediately dove face-first between her thighs and started to eagerly slurp away on Camille's pussy. Moaning in response, the 25-year-old bombshell clutched and squeezed her own breasts, which only added to her level of arousal. I watched with interested eyes as Pamela had two fingers stuffed deep in Camille's pussy as she used her velvety tongue to flick away at her swollen clitoris. Camille's moans became much louder as she soon clenched her thighs tightly around Pamela's head. Camille continued massaging her own breasts as she lay on the ground, her head up so she could keep a watchful eye on her lover. Pamela surely did not disappoint, as Camille's moans got even louder as she put a vise-grip on her head with both thighs. Deciding it was time to interject herself into things, Amy joined the couple and made it a three-some. Her pussy needed some service, it seemed, so she swung one knee over Camille's pretty face and then settled down astride it. Amy lowered her intoxicating pussy to Camille's awaiting lips and mouth, and was quickly greeted by a wet, probing tongue. Pamela watched what was happening, and it made her smile. It also made her up the ante, so to speak, as Pamela then produced the big hand-held dildo she had earlier retrieved from the ominous bag-of-toys. In one motion, Pamela popped the humongous head into Camille's slit, then jammed its entire length hard and deep into her. The mocha-skinned temptress growled in response as her body tensed in obvious arousal. However, that did not stop her tongue from its hot, joyous exploration of Amy's pussy. Perched above her, Amy used one hand to run her fingers through Camille's silky-smooth hair, while using her other to grope and squeeze her own breasts. Amy's body was already churning about atop Camille's curious tongue... "A taste of your own medicine!" Pamela exclaimed, as she began to thrust the gigantic dildo in-and-out of Camille's womanly folds. She too, showed no mercy or even a trace of compassion. Within seconds, Pamela was pounding Camille's overheated pussy at an incredible, alarming rate of speed. "Calling me a bitch in heat..." Pamela snapped, her arm a blur as she hammered her lust-lover. "You little whore ... who's the bitch in heat NOW?" My eyes widened as Pamela somehow increased the speed and strength of her powerful thrusting motion. "SCREAM FOR ME!" My cock was suddenly hard once more as Camille's neck and back arched in response to the sensations which swirled throughout her, as she screamed and yelled out her passion. Pamela thrusted the dildo as hard and as deep as she could into Camille's pussy, then dove face-first once again and eagerly licked away at her engorged opening. The oral work did not last for long, however, as Pamela withdrew her face and began pounding Camille with the dildo once again. Still nestled atop Camille's face and probing tongue, Amy turned around as if she was on a swivel. Now facing Pamela, Amy leaned over at the waist and found the blonde's chin with her hand. She brought Pamela's face in line with hers, then smashed their lips together for a blistering kiss. I was about ready to blow yet another spermy load while watching this memorable encounter unfold before me. These ladies were locked in an intense three-some, with Camille being the main centerpiece as she lay flat upon her back. Camille's face was stuffed full of Amy's hot pussy, who had settled herself astride the vixen's head. At the same time, Amy was turned in a direction so she could keep an eye on Pamela - who was nestled between Camille's thighs - as she drilled the Californian's slit with the large dildo. Amy then took it one step further, however, as she planted her lips on Pamela's mouth for a blissful, rip-roaring kiss. "OHHHHH, FUCK!" Amy screamed as her sweet pussy suddenly exploded, creaming Camille's elegant face in the process. Amy continued to groan out in undeniable lust for several seconds as she roughly mashed her pussy atop Camille's face. In the meantime, Camille kept busy as she eagerly lapped away at Amy's hot, overflowing folds. She enjoyed the taste... Once Amy finally removed herself from atop Camille's face, Pamela now had the beautiful Latina all to herself. Pamela seized this opportunity too, as she tossed the big, hand-held dildo off to the side - and into oblivion. My whole body began to tremble with unspeakable desire as Pamela then secured the 15(?) inch strap-on dildo around her waist and hips. I knew full well what was happening next... The crude object in place, Pamela latched onto Camille's round ass with both hands and mounted her in the missionary position. An instant later, she was brutally pummeling her with the use of that monstrous strap-on. It was a bit of poetic justice for me to watch Camille get blasted courtesy of the same strap-on dildo that she had earlier used on Pamela. What made the situation even better was that Pamela was the instigator of it, too. I wanted to watch her absolutely split Camille in half with that thing! Amy sat back and watched with very interested eyes - as did I - as Pamela continued to hammer and pulverize Camille in the missionary position. Once again, the noise created from the slamming together of their luscious bodies was incredibly loud and highly erotic. Equally loud was the screams from Camille as Pamela's hips pistoned up-and-down like an engine, while the huge strap-on engulfed the squealy woman's pussy with each inward stroke. Camille's screams were incoherent; I could not make them out. Still watching the action unfold before her, Amy slipped a hand between her thighs and began fingering her clitoris. "OH YEAH ... YOU'RE GONNA CUM!" Pamela roared at Camille, her voice loud and ragged. "YOU'RE GOING TO CUM REAL HARD FOR ME!" She went silent for a moment but still thrusted away at Camille. "DO IT! CUM FOR ME! DO IT NOW!" Responding to those demands, Camille let out a thundering, earth-shaking scream as she gave in to the passion which had built itself up within her body. With both arms hooked and secured tightly around Pamela's neck and shoulders, Camille screamed again as her hot, little pussy erupted in a fierce orgasm. Her body violently shook and rumbled about in the sensations of release as Pamela slowed her thrusting motion somewhat, but still continued to churn herself into the loud, boisterous 25-year-old. "OH YEAH..." Pamela growled in the aftermath, grinning, as she stared down at Camille. "You came for me real good, sweetheart. Just the way I wanted you to..." Breathing deeply, Camille looked up at Pamela and offered her a smile as her body slowly but surely crested downward from the height of orgasm. I caught a glimpse of her eyes, and noticed there was a total look of adoration in them. Pamela and Camille sure did make a nice couple... Pamela leaned down and placed her lips on Camille's for a gentle, loving kiss while saying with a grin, "I want you to remember one thing, though, honey - my name is NOT Pammy!" ***End of Chapter 9*** Island Fever Ch. 10 Chapter 10: "Ecdysiast" --------------------------------------- The time was 11:15am when I was making my routine rounds throughout the mansion on this warm and breezy Wednesday morning. I was en route for the voyeur room (no surprise there, I freely admit), but came to an abrupt halt once I spotted Trish seated all by her lonesome inside the spacious library. Of course, this was not the first time - nor would it be the last - that simply seeing one of my lovely female guests (especially if it happened to be Trish) would make me stop dead in my tracks. Trish did not notice me at first as I admired her from afar. Dressed in a black tank-top and a pair of hot pink shorts, along with white socks and sneakers, Trish was busy reading a book at the center table. The tank-top that she wore - which read Canadian Girls Kick Ass! across its front - gave no doubt as to where she hailed from. Trish was so incredibly gorgeous. That was the exact thought which went throughout my mind as I watched the young woman play with her free-flowing blonde hair, twirling those wavy strands around an extended finger. Trish was petite yet also physically fit at the same time, standing 5-foot-4 and weighing a honed, sculpted 118 pounds, and had a truly voluptuous figure which was built for pleasures of the flesh. With a bright smile, smooth skin and 36d-24-36 measurements, Trish was what most normal men (such as myself) usually could only fantasize about. She was a goddess to me. What made Trish even more appealing was the simple fact that she was one of the nicest, most friendly individuals I had ever come across in my life. Trish was a sweetheart to the highest degree; a people person. A warm, witty, clever and thoughtful woman, this 30-year-old exuded light and beauty in any room, and could enliven even the darkest of situations with her mere presence alone. Trish also had attitude, confidence and control, and the wonderful ability to flirt and seem overly vulnerable all in the same moment. Such words did not apply to most women. Trish was truly a breath of fresh air whose charm, elegance and fierce, loyal nature could endear her to anyone. Over the past week or so, it had become readily apparent that Pamela and Devon shared a vested interest in me. The same could be said for Amy, but I believe the feelings she had toward me were to a lesser extent. Perhaps Lindsay too? Where these feelings were coming from and what was causing them, I was not quite sure of at this particular moment in time. Again, I tend to think of myself as nothing more than your average, ordinary man. There is really nothing special about me. Mind you, there is nothing truly bad, either. I am simply an everyday guy ... just a face in the crowd that no one would have any real reason to notice. I have never been one to exaggerate about myself. Point is, if this were a week-and-a-half ago (when the ladies first arrived on the island), I would probably be flip-flopping literally every minute between Pamela and Devon as to who my so-called favorite was. I would be racking my brain on a constant basis. However, several days ago, I promised myself that I would no longer be playing the favorite game. It was not very healthy, or smart. I was going to sit back and wait, perhaps even a full month into their visit, before I chose which of the girls that I wanted to pursue a relationship with. With any luck, the feeling would be mutual. So, a little one-on-one conversation time here with Trish in the library seemed very appealing to me. Oh, I know that Trish had her eyes set on Lindsay. She had her entire heart and soul set on Lindsay. That was clearly obvious. Trish wanted to take Lindsay home with her, and never look back. Still, why not take this opportunity? I was extremely attracted to Trish. Was there a man alive who would not be attracted to a woman so eloquently beautiful and classy? Believe it or not, but there was also a part of me which still wanted to explore the possibility of a relationship with Trish. Why not? And, best of all, she was all alone here in the library right now. How often would I catch her without anyone else (especially Lindsay) around? Indeed, I had to pounce on this opportunity and make the most of it. Hopefully Lindsay would not show up out of nowhere - like she did a few days ago - and take Trish away from me right in the middle of what was shaping up to be a very good and thoughtful discussion. In fact, I was still stinging from that. I would never leave someone high and dry like that... When Trish arched her neck to relieve an apparent crick, she noticed me as I stood in the adjacent hallway. In her own, patented fashion, Trish's brown eyes simply lit-up as she offered me that dazzling, genuine smile. "Hi Jeremy!" was her friendly greeting, as she waved her hand at me. "Why, hello there dear," I returned, my heart fluttering in response to her smile. I composed myself and then made my way into the library - and over to her. I took a seat at the table and grinned, "What you got there?" "Oh ... just a reference book about Peru," Trish told me, lifting the cover and showing its title to me. "Just reading about the history of Peru and its restaurants, the places to go and see ... that type of stuff." Trish placed the book down upon the table and offered me an impish grin. "Game one of the Stanley Cup Finals is tonight, Jeremy, between the Boston Bruins and Chicago Blackhawks. Are you going to keep good on your promise and watch it with me?" "I plan to," was my response. "I know you are looking forward on continuing my education about hockey. Who do you think will win the championship between Boston and Chicago, Trish? Who is your pick?" "The Blackhawks will win the series in six games," she informed me. Was there any reason for me to doubt her? Trish seemed like an expert when it came to the National Hockey League. "My only wish is it could be a team from Canada. No team from Canada has won the Stanley Cup Finals since 1993. I was only age 10 then, you know. That was a very long time ago. Much too long, in fact." "Are you ever going to get Lindsay interested in hockey?" I wondered. "All she did the other night during the game we watched was play video games. That, and fall asleep for a short while. Lindsay did not seem interested in the sport at all. She only watched it for about two minutes." "Meh..." Trish shrugged. "But as long as Lindsay is with us, though, it's cool. I like having her around, you know. She can play her video games and listen to music while you and I keep track of the hockey game." I quickly had to remind myself of something. I had Trish here - and we were alone. The conversation was already starting to drift toward Lindsay. Again, how many times would I be presented with the opportunity of a one-on-one discussion with Trish? It was time to change the subject, and focus on Trish. Talk about her, and not others. Thus, I asked the first question that I could think of. "You're a physical fitness instructor back in Toronto?" "Yes, I am." "What is that like?" She took a moment to answer. "I cannot complain. I love physical fitness; I have been training and staying in shape for the better part of a decade. I go to work each day and I get to do what I love and, even better, help others too." "You work at a gym? How long have you worked there?" "Nine years." "Nice place?" "Really nice place," she stressed. "I started out as a salesgirl nine years ago, then became a trainer shortly thereafter." Trish giggled and went on, "It was bad at first. I had to lifeguard the swimming pool. But, I got to work with others soon enough." "What type of money does being a fitness instructor pay? That is, if you don't mind telling?" "I get paid $19.33 an hour. Not bad, I guess. I usually work from five in the morning until two in the afternoon. I am used to waking up each morning at three o'clock and going for a two mile jog. That is something I have had to adjust to here on the island. I haven't been waking up until six. My body is still all out of whack from it." "Have you found any good jogging trails here?" "Kristanna and I have actually been using the service road that encircles the island. You know, the road you had built for your Jeep. I don't feel right without a daily jog." Trish laughed again. "I tried to get Lindsay to go jogging with me. She lasted about a half-mile." "I am certain that Kristanna is probably the only person on the island who has a chance of keeping up with you," I offered. "She is really into fitness herself." "I'll whip all of the girls into shape!" Trish snickered. "My first priority is Lindsay. You wouldn't think this about a little 95 pound body like hers, but that girl eats way too much fast-food. Lindsay says that she goes to McDonald's three or four times a week. That's not good for her!" Hmmmmm, the topic had drifted back to Lindsay yet again. I was fighting a losing battle. Perhaps it was time to give up and accept the fact that Trish had no real interest in me? I certainly believe that Trish liked me as a person. She just did not look at me as a potential lover down the road. The thought - even the possibility of it - had probably never even dawned on her. I needed to get that through my thick skull. But damn ... what a cool chick. It was difficult to let Trish slip away and free quite so easily. I had never met anyone like Trish before, and most likely never would again. "At least Lindsay is eating right here," Trish added. "Of course, she doesn't have much of a choice. None of us do." "I like to think the food that I have here is healthy," I said. "I certainly do not want to add to any bad habits for any of the girls here, or even myself." Trish nodded her head. "The food is not only healthy, but delicious. Your housekeeper, Louisa, is an outstanding cook. Best food I have ever tasted has been on this island, bar none. Just don't tell my mom that I said that." I chuckled at her. "Don't worry, I won't. Hey, I have a question. Where is Lindsay, anyway? I do not see you and her apart all that often. Is she feeling okay?" Trish made a face. "Lindsay is with Amy right now. She wanted to hang out with her and Camille for a while. Why, I do not exactly know. But I'll hook up with her later on. We are going to play some video games in the recreation room." "Lindsay is exploring a bit. Opening her wings, so to speak, and branching out. She is really young. It is okay, Trish. I am certain when things are all said and done, you and her will spend a lifetime together. You and Lindsay ... the two of you go together so very well. I have never seen two people who belong together more than you and her do." "Yeah ... I like to think that way too," Trish murmured. "I have never felt stronger for anyone in my whole, entire life. I love that girl. I love her more than anything." "I know you do." Why couldn't she feel that about me? Trish reached out across the library table and placed her hand upon my wrist. "I have a favor to ask, Jeremy. I was talking with your friend, Kristanna, earlier. She says that you have a whole mess of scuba diving equipment here on the island. Kristanna also says that you love to go diving. If it is not too much trouble to ask, I would love to go diving with you. I ... I have nothing else to do until later on." "Oh? Do you have any diving experience?" "I'm certified, baby!" "You're a certified diver?" "Yeppers," Trish clarified, nodding her head. "I took both basic and advanced scuba diving courses at this place back in Ontario called Scuba 2000 a couple of years ago. I also took courses in nitrox and advanced nitrox. Since then, I have been diving off the coasts of Canada, New York and, while visiting friends there, Florida. I also went diving in Bora Bora while on vacation there last year." "Excellent," I told her. "I would not have to hold your hand and watch over you as if you were a novice diver. So, dear ... you want to go diving right now? We can get all of the equipment from the storage room, then take the big boat out to the ocean. Or, we can do something else first, if that is what you want. Whatever you want is fine with me." "I'd like to go diving now," Trish informed me. I was more than happy and content to just sit here and continue the discussion with Trish. I really liked this woman, and wanted to get to know her. She was such a cool and interesting person. I wish Trish's feelings for me were as powerful as they were for Lindsay. I could easily toss her into the mix with Pamela and Devon. Likewise, I could easily envision her emerging from the trio as my favorite. My feelings for Trish could potentially be that strong. However, there was nothing for me to complain about. The conversation may not continue, but apparently I was going to spend a sizable portion of the afternoon with Trish. Even better, it was going to be one-on-one time with her. "You're the boss. Not me." I stood up from the chair here within the library and extended my hand toward her. "Let's go see what's swimming out there in the ocean today." "Awesome!" she exclaimed, accepting my hand. ------- A few minutes past noon-time, while aboard the big boat, Trish and I counted to three, then back-rolled into the 77 degree waters of the Pacific and let the current wash over us. I felt the familiar calm wash over me all at once. There is nothing like the serenity of being suspended in mid-water and the concurrent rush of flying past dizzying arrays of color and life. From 80 FSW (feet of seawater), Trish and I could clearly see the bottom of the boat and make out the coral heads nearly 50 yards in all directions. Of course, the two of us came prepared with all of the necessary equipment for the big plunge. An oxygen tank and helmet, fins, gloves, weight belt, buoyancy compensator and, needless to say, a wetsuit were the bare essentials for any diver. I also brought along an emergency air source, an underwater watch, blunt tip knife and a laser flashlight. Our first close encounter with marine life was with a colony of friendly sea lions, who were more than happy to show us how slow we were when we attempted playing a game of catch me with them. Trish then pointed out a hawksbill turtle which, unfortunately, had a ten-foot-long fishing line attached to its mouth. I tried to cut the line, but the turtle got scared and swam away before I could finish. We then came across several spotted eagle rays, free-swimming moray eels, streaming schools of French and blue striped grunts, and gigantic grouper and lobster. Since Trish was an experienced diver, I had decided to bring my Sony DCR-TRV315 digital camera, complete with underwater housing, along for the trip as well. My thinking was that, because Trish knew what she was doing in the water, I could get some really good snapshots of the various sea life without having to worry about her safety. I wound up taking about 200 photographs over the course of our dive. Trish kept close to me as we explored the dizzying depths off the eastern coast of the island. The visibility was superb, and I could tell that Trish was fascinated with the beautiful coral that lined the ocean floor 100 feet deep. We spotted an even greater variety of marine life - aarawana, frogfish, halibut, eagle rays and cichlids, just to name a few. Trish and I were also awarded with a very pleasant treat when a pod of affectionate dolphins streaked by us. At one point, I found a dome-shaped eye looking back at me in the sand. I stopped immediately, then gently swept my flashlight from side-to-side, in front of and behind me. It was a slumber party of stingrays, their wings overlapping one another. I motioned for Trish to come closer (but not too close, as stingrays can be deadly if provoked), and the two of us proceeded to hover over the brute for quite some time. If not for the competition - a pack of hunting squid, a delicate octopus dancing clear of its den, a crab devouring its lobster dinner (which made me jealous, by the way), a giant parrotfish tucked under a ledge, prowling tarpon, a curious snapper and free-swimming moray eel - Trish and I could have passed the rest of our dive enraptured by the motionless stingrays. They were beautiful. I guided Trish a little further out into the ocean. The canyons located here were not only breathtaking, but quite dramatic as well. Trish certainly did seem overly enthralled with those canyon tops encrusted with healthy coral and sponge life. Plus, the marine life here was even better. A single grouper joined us, tagging along like a friendly neighborhood dog. Together, we swam close above the coral and then floated over the abyss until landing upon the other side. A pair of cherela emerged from the abyss as well. At the same time, a duo of spotted eagle rays swooped onto the scene - like two kites catching an updraft in the blue, triangular wings outstretched and long tails lagging behind. They circled us once, twice, vanished and then re-appeared. They seemed just as curious about us as we were about them. The reefs were gorgeous as well, with healthy coral, large tube and barrel sponges, and abundant anemones with their attendant brittle stars and shrimp. Each coral head was crowned by teeming masses of colorful reef fish and cloudy pockets of fish fry. Indeed, it seemed like a completely different universe down here. It was simply breathtaking. Trish returned to my side and we proceeded to ride the currents and watch the circle of life unspool around us in the reef's fairytale turrets and spires. Soon, I remembered that there was actually a sunken ship in close proximity to us. Knowing that she would find it interesting, I motioned for Trish to follow me further into the depths. Minutes later at 124 feet underwater, Trish and I were standing on the sea floor with the bow towering way above us. The wreck had corals and sponges growing all over it. The sinking of this ship was a terrible tragedy, indeed, but new life had since sprung up on it as it was a coral reef. Unfortunately, the vessel - a fishing boat that was reported missing in 1944 and not discovered until 1976 - appeared to be in a lot worse shape than the last time I visited it. The wooden deck and structures above it were rotted away, but the steel skeleton remained, although it was slowly but surely being destroyed by corrosion from the salty sea. That was depressing to me. Unlike the last time I went diving here (eight months ago with Kristanna), there were large holes in the side of the ship, with entire sections already caved in. Originally, I wanted to take Trish on a swim through the cabin and engine room. However, I chose not to in fear of that if either of us bumped into something, we could be trapped inside! While Trish and I were curiously exploring the wreck, our dive computers indicated that we had stayed underwater too long to safely return to the surface. Thus, we had to stop on our way back topside and decompress before getting out of the water. After 45 minutes of underwater exploration, Trish and I finally returned to the boat and climbed aboard it. Naturally, Trish claimed that she had a whale of a time (no pun intended) and made me promise that I would escort her back into the depths sometime soon for another dive. Also, it should come as no great surprise that next time, Trish insisted, she wanted Lindsay to come with us as well. That would be most interesting. Lindsay had never even stepped foot in the ocean (let alone went diving) in her young life. I may be an experienced diver, but I am not an instructor! After we made our return to the island and docked at the pier, the skies above us literally opened up all at once - resulting in a thick, heavy downpour of rain. This was how torrential rain usually started around here. The whole day had been scenic and balmy, with blue skies for as far as the eye could see. Then, a single heartbeat later, clouds form and bring with them a substantial amount of precipitation. Island Fever Ch. 10 By the time Trish and I had made our way to the mansion, there were bright flashes of lightning and loud rumbles of thunder to go along with that downpour of rain. Once inside, I informed Trish that this was the beginning of what would likely be three or four terrifying electrical storms before she and the others went back home in four-and-a-half weeks. ------- "Isn't this great?" Trish mused several hours later, idly relaxing at the dining room table along with Lindsay, Kristanna, Amy and Camille. As I lounged within the comfort of my voyeur room and eavesdropped on their conversation, Trish slumped down into her chair at the table and sipped her cup of hot chocolate. "We're in a tropical paradise if there ever was one, yet we're stuck inside right now because of a massive rainstorm. This is just like Toronto!" "At least the thunder and lightning stopped," Camille observed. "Be thankful for that. It was scary for a bit." Amy turned around in her chair and glanced outside by way of the big picture window. It looked cold and gray as the rain continued to audibly bullet and pelt the glass. It was definitely not the type of weather to be stranded outside in. It was wise to stay inside and keep dry. "It's not bad," Amy offered, turning to face her friends once again. "Jeremy said it won't rain all that often. We will get big storms like this even less." The red-head paused and added, "I rather be stuck inside this mansion during a storm than be back in Ohio on the nicest of days." "You've got a point there," Camille nodded. "Where would we rather be? We're in the lap of luxury here. I could be back home in San Diego right now, working. Working at the old, boring real estate office. I want to be here." "I'm not complaining," Lindsay squealed with glee, holding her little hands up and admiring them. She then extended her fingers and added, "Look. I gave myself a manicure tonight." "I guess everyone is right," Trish relented. "We have been here for well over a week and this is the first sign of any kind of bad weather. I better stop my complaining." "It could be vorse," Kristanna remarked in her unique voice and accent. "Yew could be at me family's farm in Norvay, milking da cows and herding da goats!" "Milking cows and herding goats?" Camille scoffed, her dark eyes wide. As a long-time resident of California, I was quite certain that Camille had never milked a cow or tried her hand at goat herding before. I would like to see her try! Her reaction to the idea, though, was quite amusing. "It not be so bad," Kristanna giggled. "Of course, I grew up as farm girl. It is in me blood!" "Milking cows and herding goats will NEVER be in my blood," Camille countered, her tone serious. "That pet goat Jeremy has on the island is really cute," Lindsay said. "Vincent Van Goat." "Dat is me goat!" Kristanna exclaimed. "Not Jeremy's! Da pig here - Hogglesvorth - is mine too! Da lamb is mine as well - Da Lambinator. All of da animals belong to me!" "I've always wondered what it would be like to live on a farm," Trish told the group. "I would like that." "I wouldn't mind living on a sperm farm," Amy smirked, gaining the full attention of everyone at the dinner table. "You know ... with hundreds, maybe even THOUSANDS, of men ready to pump me full of their sperm at a moment's notice. There would always be someone available to fuck me!" After a few seconds of silence - where the others simply stared at Amy in pure bewilderment - Kristanna shook her head and finally spoke, "Yew crazy, girl. Yust crazy!" "Do you remember Hands Across America in the 1980's?" Amy asked the group. "They had one big line of people holding hands from one coast to the other. It was a big-time thing." She paused and added, "Well ... I would like to campaign for Cocks Across America!" My eyes went wide as the nymphomaniac continued, "Line them up ... man after man, from Maine all the way to California. I would get down on my knees and suck every single one of them off until they came in my mouth! I would start at one end and work my way across to the other." "Oooookay..." Lindsay commented, stunned. "Yew beyond crazy," Kristanna giggled. "Yew zany crazy!" Camille shrugged her shoulders. "Seems Amy is always in the mood for a good mouth-fucking." "How about Muff Across America?" Kristanna inquired. "Why stop at America?" Trish asked Amy. "Don't forget Canada. We have a great country, too, you know. And trust me when I tell you - plenty of hard cocks there, as well." "Hard because of women like you," Lindsay told Trish, which brought an appreciative smile to her face. "Just go for Cocks Across Earth," Camille suggested. "That may be the only thing that keeps her happy." "Jeremy keeps me happy," Amy mused. Camille's eyebrows raised as she said, "You better not let Devon hear that. She has latched onto Jeremy and looks at him as her personal property. Anything the rest of us do with Jeremy, she thinks, we're just borrowing him from her." "Borrow, yes," Amy nodded. "But maybe I don't want to return him. Maybe I want to keep Jeremy for myself!" As I contemplated the meaning of those words - was Amy in love with me as well? - Devon strolled into the dining room. For a moment, I was fearful that Devon overheard Amy's words about borrowing me from her, but then choosing not to return me. I was fairly certain that Devon would not have approved of such words from Amy - or any other woman on the island, for that matter. She seemed a bit possessive and, quite obviously, had her sights set on me. All I had to do to remind myself of that was think back to the very poignant and candid remarks she made to Camille about me last week. Devon claimed that she even wanted to marry me! Of course, Devon and I had some rather candid discussions of our own. She was definitely on my list of top favorites. However, the joyous look on the 27-year-old's face told me that she was unaware of Amy's aggressive comments. Devon made her way to the center of the elegant dining room, then turned toward the five ladies who were gathered at the table. "Have I got a treat for all of you," she gushed, a big smile on her luscious face. "Take a look at this!" Once Devon pointed toward the entrance of the dining room, I quickly panned the camera back as all of the other ladies glanced in that same direction. As they nodded and smiled at what they saw before them, I nearly had a heart attack. Pamela gave a sexy expression and sashayed into the dining room, her high-heels clanking loudly upon the tiled floor. The sweet, beautiful blonde was wearing a long, brown trench coat which went all the way down to her ankles. I immediately knew what was about to happen. I remembered the recent encounter I had with Pamela on Saturday night, when she had come to my personal suite wearing that very same coat and offered me a wicked, hot lap dance. Ultimately, it resulted in the two of us having a wild, passionate round of sex together. Could the same scenario play itself out here? Could a lap dance from Pamela lead to an all-out orgy? Inside the dining room, the other five ladies were all seated together at the table, which was quite sturdy itself. Meanwhile, Pamela, who was an exotic dancer in her Maryland hometown, was decked-out in the trench coat. It did not take a genius to figure out that she was going to give the girls a steamy strip-show - most likely upon the tabletop. Even in such a drab coat, Pamela was absolutely stunning. She was the type of woman who looked beautiful no matter the situation. Of course, I knew she that would look a million times better without her coat on... "Take it off, baby!" Trish snickered, coming across as a patron at a strip club. "Show us what you got!" Apparently, Trish quickly caught onto what was happening here, too. Pamela grinned heartily before stepping onto a chair, then the sturdy tabletop. Her moves were so fluid and natural. It was easy to tell that the sexy bombshell was a very experienced, professional dancer. When Pamela slipped the coat off, all of the women smiled with lust while I began to stroke the big bulge in my shorts. That bulge, by the way, was instantaneous! Her blonde hair was long and flowing, styled in natural waves, and her lovely face had just a few touches of mascara. That face did not require a lot of make-up to look radiant. It was naturally that way - just like the rest of her. Pamela was dressed in a lingerie-style outfit. She wore a transparent lace bra which was black. Her perky nipples were clearly visible through the light, thin material. Below her waist, the exotic dancer wore a lacey black skirt which was rather small. It clung to her upper thighs in a delicious manner and was also of the see-through variety. A bright, metallic orange G-string could be seen through the flimsy skirt. The whole outfit was topped off with a pair of black high-heels which accentuated her tanned, luscious legs. In a nutshell, Pamela looked absolutely marvelous. One could only wish that all of the dancers in clubs across the world could look even HALF as good as Pamela did. Pamela was so gorgeous that she could easily sell out a 100,000 seat football stadium, with plenty of standing-room only sections included, for one of her sexy, live performances. I was absolutely certain of that! When Devon produced a portable stereo and pumped its volume loud, a rowdy, raucous song simply erupted from its speakers. I quickly realized that this particular song - "Girls, Girls, Girls" (performed by Motley Crue) - would be ideal for a so-called gentleman's club. I also figured that Pamela had performed to this tune many times in the past. Now, it was time for her to do her thing again. The group of ladies looked on with interested eyes as Pamela pranced toward the center of the large table. Yes ... it was easy to tell she had done this sort of thing before. Pamela placed both hands on her flat stomach and turned her face to the side, then began twirling her hips in a lusty, sensual motion. Some of the girls started to squirm and fidget about with arousal in their seats. Meanwhile, I kept stroking the pulsating lump within my shorts. Pamela continued with that same motion for several seconds before turning her face toward the assembled group of ladies. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and let it fall down just as quickly, teasing the ladies as only she could, then slowly walked around the perimeter of the table with a sensual ease and eroticism which I totally admired. Pamela stopped and turned toward her room-mate and lover, Amy. She stood before her and bumped her voluptuous body to the music. Amy could do nothing but gasp and glance at the others for a quick second before turning her attention back to Pamela. It was obvious that she really enjoyed Pamela's lewd, suggestive dance. Of course, I think it is safe to assume that Amy enjoyed mostly everything about Pamela. The blonde smiled down at her friend and cupped Amy's chin with her right hand, then blew her a kiss with her left hand. Once again, Amy squirmed about in her seat as Pamela giggled before moving onto the next woman - Camille. The intoxicating Latina produced a dollar bill and held it up. Pamela smiled and shrugged her shoulders, then took the dollar bill from her. Because of the tip, the beautiful stripper decided to spend more time dancing in front of Camille than she did for Amy. Pamela moved her curvaceous body toward Camille, still bumping and grinding to the lively beat, and gave her quite an entertaining show. Trish was next in line. It seemed as if she had a real fascination with Pamela's shapely ass. Who could blame her? The Canadian had been gawking at it, through the transparent skirt, since Pamela had begun dancing for Camille. Pamela turned and looked back over her shoulder, noticing that Trish was staring right at her ass. She grinned, then turned toward her. Trish looked up and gave an embarrassed smile as the stripper continued moving to the raucous tune. Pamela stepped away from Trish and turned around, then leaned over slightly, causing her shapely ass to jut-out toward the woman's face. Trish gasped, obviously enjoying this, and then Pamela began gyrating her hips while looking back at her, smiling sweetly the whole time. She continued to flaunt her luscious ass at Trish for quite some time, before finally stopping and moving onto the next woman. Lindsay produced a dollar bill of her own, and Pamela graciously took it. She placed both hands on the side of her head and squatted down in front of Lindsay, then began darting her body from side-to-side with a sensual grace and ease which, very simply, could not be put into words. Lindsay blushed and flashed another dollar bill. Pamela took it and tossed her head back, and rolled it in circles. Kristanna, who was seated next to Lindsay, giggled as she offered four kroner to Pamela. Pamela did not accept it, but got a good laugh out of the Norwegian currency anyway. However, she did offer the 23-year-old a sumptuous routine. Kristanna's thoughts were there, at least, with the kroner. After giving each of the girls an individual show, Pamela went back to the center of the table and began grinding her body in unison with the music. She spun on a high-heel, appearing sexy as ever, with a big smile on her lovely face. Meanwhile, Devon stood off to the side and smiled with the stereo atop her shoulder, enjoying the show in her own way. Pamela undid the lone, single button on the front of her see-through skirt and easily pulled it off in one, quick motion. She turned, now wearing just the transparent black bra and metallic orange G-string, and gave all of the ladies at the table a good show. She held the skirt above her head with a single hand, then began twirling it about in circles while rotating her rounded hips at the very same time. The assembled group of ladies began to hoot, holler and cheer as Pamela tossed the skirt off to the side. She placed both hands on her hips and moved her body in a lusty motion, while slowly rotating in a full circle so everyone could get a view of her from every conceivable angle. As you may have already imagined, by this time, I had my cock out and was stroking it madly. Pamela was just so very beautiful - especially when she danced and stripped. There was no way that I could resist stroking in this situation. Was there anything not to like about this moment? Pamela had an adorable disposition, innocent, doe-like eyes wide as saucers and a body that looked like it had been designed by a cyber-geek at Pixar Studios. No normal man could not help but to admire Pamela for all of her physical charms, with his mouth usually ending up on the floor. Pamela was an out-of-this-world beauty who, truth be told, seemed more like a fantasy than a reality to me. Everything about her seemed perfect. Plain and simple, Pamela was astonishing. Of course, while I theorized that Pamela despised being an exotic dancer because of the way the common customer treated her (that was one of many reasons, actually), I figured that she was having a good time right now while putting on a show for all of her lady friends here on the island. Otherwise, I simply figured that Pamela would not be doing this. I did not have a problem with her showcasing herself like this for all of the others. After all, everyone here were becoming good, close friends. Pamela was clearly enjoying herself, so I was going to do the same, exact thing. Lindsay, who had offered two dollars in tips thus far, flashed another bill. Pamela strutted over to the petite blonde and graciously accepted it. She then stood at the edge of the table on that side, directly above Lindsay, and bucked her hips as if she were getting pounded by a cock (or dildo, perhaps) during sex. Pamela closed her luminous eyes and sighed, pretending that an orgasm was forthcoming. That little bucking display caused several of the girls to reach into their pockets or purses and produce dollar bills. Pamela took care of all of them, giving each the same bucking motion after taking their money. Kristanna even snatched a dollar from Lindsay so she could experience some of the up-close and live action, too. No one was going to grow tired of this particular routine. The 30-year-old, who now had a wad of bills in her hand, tossed them onto the floor beside the table. Apparently, Pamela did not feel like holding onto the money any longer. Her next move was to return to the center of the table. Pamela unclasped her see-through bra in front and peeled it from her breasts. All of the girls looked on in appreciation as they got a full view of those tight, 38d-sized globes. Like she had earlier done with the skirt, Pamela held the bra above her head and spun it in circles, while also vibrating her body in a way so her breasts would flop and bounce about. The young woman fell to all fours on the dinner table and positioned herself so that her shapely ass was directly in front of Trish's view. She twitched and wiggled her hips for Trish, who had admired her ass so much just moments ago. After several seconds, Pamela turned toward Trish and stood on her knees, then blatantly pinched her own nipples. Trish smiled and shook her head, and offered another dollar. Pamela took the money and rose to her feet, then went back to the center of the table. All of the girls were now squirming about wildly - obviously very excited - as the seasoned dancer thumbed the side straps of her G-string. In what best could be described as a simply awesome display of eroticism, the blonde gently slid the G-string down her hips and thighs as her body shimmied and shook to the beat of the loud, raucous music. Now completely nude, Pamela trapped the G-string on her right foot and then lifted her leg, and planted the garment directly on top of Trish's head. All of the other girls laughed and cheered as Trish took hold of the G-string and brought it to her nose. She sniffed it, and smiled. At center table, Pamela shimmied her hips to the music while running both hands over her large, ample breasts. The seductress turned and twirled her ass before Trish once again, giving her another show which was truly appreciated. Pamela then grinned and clapped her hands together in three second intervals, and soon the group of ladies caught on and started doing the same thing. Everyone in the room was applauding as Pamela, the only one who had stopped, jumped down from the table. Then, she sashayed over to the far wall and faced the girls. As the end of the song approached, Pamela dropped to her knees and sat back, then opened her thighs wide. All of the ladies had a clear view of her pussy as she closed her eyes and started bumping her body. Needless to say, the girls were still clapping. Pamela continued with the simulated sexual motions until the rowdy song finally came to an end. The applause continued for several seconds, during which time Pamela opened her eyes and smiled graciously at all of the girls. She was grateful for their enthusiastic response. Likewise, it was readily apparent that the ladies had been entertained greatly by this incredibly sensuous young woman. Maybe I did not realize how much the ladies enjoyed the show until Amy stood up from the table. I about blew my load as I noticed that Amy's denim shorts were unbuttoned, with the zipper down in front. Along with the dreamy look on her face, it was quite obvious that she had been playing with herself during the memorable strip-show. Any doubt of this was squashed when Amy reached into her shorts, and rubbed herself with three fingers. Her gaze was totally fixated on Pamela as she stood, facing her. "I dink SOMEONE needs a lap dance!" Kristanna giggled, her eyes focused on Amy. Island Fever Ch. 10 "Why don't you give a lap dance to Lindsay?" Trish said to Pamela, which in turn, caused the 18-year-old to blush red with embarrassment. "I think she would really like one." Indeed, it was abundantly clear that Lindsay was aroused by the display Pamela had just put on for all of the ladies. "Oh ... would you like a lap dance, honey?" Pamela cooed at Lindsay. After a brief hesitation, Lindsay offered a shy smile and nodded her head in affirmative. "Pull a chair out to the center of the room, and I'll give you a lap dance." Lindsay nodded her head in agreement before she rose from the table and eventually brought a chair to the middle of the room with her. Without a single stitch of clothing on, Pamela positioned herself directly in front of Lindsay as she took a seat in the chair. Then, with her back turned to Lindsay, Pamela struck a pose and started to slowly grind her beautiful, rounded hips to an unheard rhythm. Lindsay smiled in total appreciation as Pamela then turned around and cupped her breasts in a very seductive manner. The exotic dancer soon closed the distance between them and moved her bare pelvis onto Lindsay's lap and mashed herself against it. Pamela flung her head back sharply, her blonde hair whipping about, then offered Lindsay a friendly smile. Indeed, Pamela loved flaunting her considerable physical assets and charms for the others. She was enjoying herself. Pamela smiled as she ran her hands along Lindsay's chest, giving those luscious breasts a good squeeze in the process. The vixen grinned in return, then cupped Pamela's own breasts with her hands and squeezed them firmly. Lindsay moaned as Pamela rewarded her with a faceful of her breasts. The duo giggled as Lindsay them embraced Pamela with both arms. Pamela shook her body vigorously, finally freeing herself from Lindsay's curious clutches. She proceeded to twist her body so that she was now sitting sideways in her lap, with two arms hooked around her neck. Lindsay moaned in pure desire as Pamela shot her a seductive glance. Pamela turned so that her back was facing Lindsay, then she placed her ass in her lap and did some more gyrating. Lindsay blushed again as she took hold of Pamela's hips and squeezed tightly. Soon, however, Pamela got up and took a step away, but continued to dance and gyrate. "Shake that ass, baby!" Lindsay encouraged, finally saying something bold and provocative. She had been so shy during these opening 10 days, but Pamela was currently bringing out a side of her that I had never seen before. "Shake it!" As Pamela returned to Lindsay, it felt as if my cock was about to explode here in the voyeur room. She took another seat in Lindsay's lap and jammed her large breasts hard upon the teen-ager's face. Pamela shimmied and shook her large rack across Lindsay's lovely face for quite some time as both ladies now offered each other warm and inviting embraces. The case could be made that Pamela was giving Lindsay more than usual for the typical lap dance. It is not all that common for the customer to do such a considerable amount of touching. On the other hand, however, lap dances usually do not end with the two people having sex with one another. Obviously, that was where this little tryst was headed. Pamela managed to break free from Lindsay's arms and then slid down to her knees. Now perched between Lindsay's spread thighs, Pamela reached forward and placed the palm of her hand across Lindsay's pussy and gently massaged her there. After several seconds of the playful petting, Pamela grinned with obvious desire and slithered back up across Lindsay's little body. She caressed the sweetheart's breasts with both hands while also planting a kiss on her lips. Eventually, Pamela stepped away and turned her back to Lindsay, and started dancing with her hot ass in the blonde's face. Bent over at the waist while bumping her hips, Pamela was offering Lindsay a nice view of her exposed ass and pussy. She held this position for a while before taking a seat in her friend's lap, her back still turned. Pamela took hold of Lindsay's hands, pulled them around her body and then firmly placed them on her bare breasts. Lindsay did the rest with a smile on her face, as she cupped and squeezed the big mounds. The two ladies were obviously enjoying what was happening, and it was easy to see that both of them were very excited. Pamela ground her ass across Lindsay's lap while saying, "Are you enjoying yourself, babydoll?" "Yes!" Lindsay squealed, kneading the dancer's breasts. "Better than I ever imagined it could be." She moved a hand downward, between Pamela's thighs, then blatantly massaged the sensitive area. "Will you strip for me, all summer?" "Oh yes," Pamela replied, her body stiffening in pleasure. "I'll do anything you want me to, honey." "This summer is going to be the BEST EVER!" Lindsay gushed. Pamela turned around in Lindsay's lap, so that they were facing one another, then pressed her lips onto hers for a far-reaching kiss. Lindsay's body stiffened for a moment or two, but then she relaxed and returned Pamela's tongue-laced kiss with one of her own. The two ladies shared a very warm embrace as well, their tongues mingling in erotic unison. In a fit of passionate rage, Amy immediately closed the distance between Pamela and herself, and then grabbed the stripper by the shoulders and pulled her away from Lindsay. An instant later, both ladies growled with intense lust as Amy smashed her lips onto Pamela's mouth for a searing kiss. Apparently, Amy could not take any more of this sweet, divine torture. She needed a piece of the action, too! A few of the other women grinned with obvious arousal and delight as they got up from the table and made their way over to the embracing couple. Trish reached out with her right hand and placed it on Pamela's lush, perfect ass, squeezing and massaging it roughly. Kristanna went one step further by dropping to her knees behind Pamela, then reaching around her slender waist and linking her hands together there. Meanwhile, Trish grabbed Pamela's ass with both hands and really went to town. At the same time, Kristanna, who was still on her knees behind Pamela, spread the 30-year-old's pussy with her fingertips and immediately extended her tongue for a delicious taste. As could be expected, Pamela was already squirming and writhing about as three women worked over various parts of her body. Obviously the anointed leader, Amy grabbed a big clump of Pamela's hair and gently yanked on it, ending their mutual kiss. Pamela's eyes were ablaze with passion as she stared at Amy, while Kristanna was busy exploring the tender folds of her pussy with her tongue. At the same time, Trish continued to pinch and maul Pamela's ass. "You nasty slut," Amy growled, giving her room-mate a glare of mad lust. "Those dances you just did were SINFUL!" "Let me have a taste," Camille sighed, as Amy stepped to the side and allowed the Mexican an opportunity to share a rather forceful, heated kiss with Pamela. Meanwhile, Kristanna was now jamming a pair of fingers in-and-out of Pamela's moist slit at warp-speed, while Trish had one hand on her ass, and the other on her breasts. Amy used this brief respite for herself to get rid of her own clothing. Off to the side, Lindsay made a move to join the group, but was stopped once Devon placed a hand across her wrist. The two ladies gazed at each other for a moment or two, then smiled and shared a tender, loving kiss. Amy put an end to the shared kiss between Pamela and Camille, only then to beckon Trish to come forward. The Maple Leaf beauty from Toronto did just that, and then smashed her own mouth onto Pamela's for a passionate kiss. I grinned at the mere sight. This being her fourth big-time kiss with as many people in the last few minutes, Pamela was getting a bit winded. She would be all right, though... "Oh yeah..." Amy growled, as she watched Pamela and Trish swap their tongues together over an open-mouthed exchange. "Oh yeah ... ravage that stripper's mouth! RAPE IT!" Now over at the dining room table, Lindsay was squirming about herself as she and Devon continued with their kiss. Devon had her hand inside Lindsay's blouse, and was busy fondling one of her firm, scrumptious breasts. Amy tapped Kristanna on the shoulder, giving her a signal that it was now her turn to orally worship Pamela's pussy. Kristanna withdrew her lips and tongue from the enchantress' moist folds, then smiled at Amy before rising to her feet and sharing a kiss with her. Once it was over, Amy dropped to her knees behind Pamela and immediately began lashing away at her puffy clitoris with her tongue. Kristanna and Camille held hands and exchanged smiles as they both watched the kiss between Pamela and Trish intensify to even greater proportions. A moment later, Devon snuck up to Camille and joyfully hugged her from behind. The pair of ladies giggled before pressing their own lips together for a deep, intimate exchange. At the same time, Kristanna walked over to Lindsay and whispered a word or two into her ear, then offered her a kiss directly across the lips. Soon, Trish wanted to change positions with Devon. Now, Trish and Camille were keeping one another occupied while Devon explored the inner regions of Pamela's mouth with her tongue. Trish and Camille began to rip at each other's clothing, too. Needless to say, Pamela was now well beyond the point of simply being aroused. She was burning up. Amy was showing Pamela's tender pussy absolutely no mercy or compassion as she violently jammed three (and sometimes four) fingers in-and-out of it at a blistering rate of speed. In the meantime, Amy's tongue was swirling in mad circles. It was clear that she wanted to be the one who helped Pamela experience her first orgasm today. Devon broke her kiss with Pamela, which allowed the exotic dancer a chance to freely breathe and catch her wind. "Why don't you come back over and get another kiss from Pamela?" Devon said to Lindsay, smiling. Kristanna nodded her head at Lindsay, who grinned and then made her way over to Pamela. She took a very deep breath just before Lindsay placed her lips on hers for a loving, tongue-filled kiss. Pamela responded by slipping a hand inside Lindsay's blouse and fondling one of her breasts. As I watched this torrid encounter from the prime comfort of my voyeur room, I could not believe my eyes. I was definitely stroking my cock into a dizzied frenzy. It seemed as if all of the ladies wanted to focus their effort and energy onto Pamela, as a way of re-paying her for such a monumental strip-tease. They were going to GANG-BANG her! Pamela was squealing and grunting in response to the expert oral and finger work being done upon her pussy, courtesy of the feisty Amy. The red-head even managed to land a few, stinging slaps across Pamela's sweet ass as well, which I am certain did nothing but excite her more. A few seconds later, Pamela's whole body went rigid as she broke her kiss with Lindsay. The young woman let out a loud, shrieking scream, which was followed by a giggle from Amy. Pamela had just creamed her little pussy - as well as Amy's face. The sight made me smile. "Oh God..." Pamela moaned once it was over, dropping to her knees in a sign of momentary weakness. Of course, Amy had to take this and twist it around somewhat. "Ahh ... she wants to be on her knees now!" The other ladies snickered as Amy added, "That's really not the right place for her, though. On your back, girl!" Pamela let out an exaggerated squeal as she did what was instructed of her. Now on her back, she instinctively spread her thighs and slipped a hand between them, and began to openly masturbate in front of everyone in the room. Camille moved forward and then dropped to her knees, directly over Pamela's face. Amy smiled and nodded at her - signaling it was okay - before Camille took the final step and lowered her pussy to the vixen's hungry, awaiting mouth. "Oh yeah..." Camille moaned, her face ablaze with lust, as she mauled her breasts with both hands and began to gyrate herself upon Pamela's probing lips and tongue. "OH YEAH ... that feels so good! So good!" I then watched as Amy - who was now completely nude - crawled over to her ominous bag-of-toys and began to search through it. What would she pull out of it this time? Lindsay and Devon were in another kissing contest, but Trish and Kristanna were keeping pace right beside them. Lindsay's blouse was now history, and Devon made sure her bra was soon to follow. I moaned at the mere sight of Trish and Kristanna each stripping one another of their clothing as their heated, passionate kiss continued. The Norwegian had been fully clothed, but all that remained on Trish prior to ten seconds ago was her bra and panties. Camille had ripped off Trish's other clothing earlier... Devon broke her kiss with Lindsay, then licked her lips in anticipation as she glanced over at Pamela and Camille. It was obvious to me what was on her mind. My thoughts were then confirmed as a short moment later, Devon settled down between Pamela's outstretched thighs and began lapping away at her pussy. At the same time, Camille continued to moan and squirm about as she mashed her own delicious pussy upon Pamela's swirling tongue. My eyes went wide with arousal once Amy pulled out a massive, strap-on dildo from within that infamous bag. It was black and appeared to be at least 12 inches in length. Amy held the tool in her hand for several seconds, while keeping an eye on the three-way coupling in front of her. Then, Amy turned toward Lindsay and gave her a curious look. Soon, she rose to her feet and went over to Lindsay. "I bet you've never used one of these," Amy said, holding the nasty strap-on up for Lindsay to see. The blonde shook her head in response as Amy went on, "Well ... I think it's high time you learn. You need to know." Lindsay yelped with desire as Amy whisked her shorts down in a heartbeat. Next came her panties, and then Lindsay appeared a bit antsy as Amy placed the strap-on's harness around her waist, before buckling it into place. Lindsay looked down with wide eyes at the massive dong which protruded outward from her pelvis, before turning her attention to Amy. "I've never even SEEN one of these..." "They're real easy to use, honey," Amy told her. "Here. You can have a test run or two on Pamela over there." A moment later, Devon smiled and accordingly withdrew her face from between Pamela's quivering thighs as Amy escorted Lindsay over. The red-head then tapped Camille on the shoulder, signaling for her to dismount from Pamela's face. When she did, the exotic dancer's eyes went wide with lust as she got her first glimpse of the dildo-wielding Lindsay. "You should do her doggie-style for now," Amy suggested, her hand across Lindsay's tight ass. "It's better that way." Amy's voice became more strict as she smacked Pamela on the leg. "Come on, Pammy! On your hands and knees!" Like a submissive, Pamela immediately did what she was told. Amy smiled and gloated, "All fours! Just like a bitch!" A moment later, Pamela suddenly hid her face and screamed out in total lust as Lindsay - who was on her knees behind her - jammed the massive strap-on dildo into her pussy. Amy offered the teen-ager some pointers and advice, but it seemed as if Lindsay really did not need all that much help. A wicked smile came to her face as she began to churn her hips back-and-forth, the huge dong invading and piercing its way throughout Pamela's precious folds. "Fuck her harder!" Amy encouraged Lindsay, offering her a hard slap on the ass for emphasis. "FUCK HER HARDER!" Obviously liking this new side of herself, Lindsay grinned and then really started to blast Pamela with the strap-on dildo. Pamela screamed and cried out in response, also now burying her face and pounding her fist upon the carpeted floor in the process. This was too much... "Oh, come here, sweet thing," Devon said to Camille, grasping hold of her wrist and pulling her closer. "Did Pamela get you all hot and bothered with her tongue?" Camille nodded her head as Devon continued, "Don't worry, honey. I'll be happy to finish you off." As Kristanna was in the midst of worshiping Trish's full breasts with her hands and tongue, Devon pulled Camille down to the floor with her. She offered the hot Latina a deep kiss, before gliding southward and slipping her head between her thighs. An instant later, Camille began to moan out her pleasure just as she had before. A wave of lust had overtaken all of the ladies in the dining room. Fortunately, I was witnessing it live from the voyeur room. Even better, this encounter was being archived by my surveillance equipment. I could re-live it any time... Meanwhile, Amy still found it necessary to repeatedly swat Lindsay on the ass as she plunged her way in-and-out of Pamela's pussy. A moment later, Amy finally relented and, with a smile, backed away from the squirming couple. Indeed, Lindsay's whirlwind education on how to use a big strap-on dildo was over. She now knew what to do with it. Amy retrieved her bag-of-toys, and began searching through it once again. This time, she pulled out an even BIGGER strap-on dildo. Snickering, Amy held it up for the others to see. I simply shook my head in amazement. Amy returned to the lust-couple, and tossed the bigger dildo onto the floor directly beside Pamela's face. I smiled to myself as Pamela's eyes went wide as she stared at the obnoxious thing. It must have been 18 inches long! "Make that nasty girl cum!" Amy exclaimed, her words directed at Lindsay. "Make her cum! Other people have to get their turn with her, too. So hurry up!" Speaking of such things, Camille screeched and wailed out in utter lust as Devon helped her achieve an orgasm with her skilled, talented tongue. Lying flat on her back, Camille continued to writhe and squirm about even in the after-effects of her orgasm. That was obviously because Devon's face had not left the silken joining of her thighs yet. Her tongue just kept lapping away at Camille's soaked slit. I could tell that Devon was really enjoying the fruits of her labor... Meanwhile, Trish and Kristanna were locked in yet another heated kiss. Kristanna, in fact, was perched upon Trish's trusting lap as the two ladies traded both their lips and tongues in the open air. Indeed, Kristanna was a big hit amongst all of the ladies - just as I knew she would be. It appeared as if Pamela's body was about to burst from the harsh, rough treatment she was receiving courtesy of Lindsay. On her hands and knees with her ass perched high, Pamela screamed out and pounded her fist upon the carpeted floor once again as Lindsay continued to blast away at her. I smiled at the sudden realization that Pamela was in the sweet process of orgasm - her second of the evening thus far. Lindsay obviously caught on too, as she slowed her powerful strokes but continued to barrel the dildo into her new lover until Pamela simply collapsed onto the floor. Lindsay unstrapped the dildo's harness and leaned over, kissing the side of Pamela's face as the professional dancer breathed in short, rapid gasps. Just a brief glimpse of Lindsay's perfect, little ass as she bent over and kissed Pamela sent an electric shockwave shooting throughout me. An evil gleam came to Amy's eyes as she picked the bigger strap-on dildo (18 inches?) up from the floor. Grinning, she twirled it by its strap above her head and called out, "Who wants to fuck our resident rag-doll next?" Devon was still nestled between Camille's thighs, and may have been on her way to bringing her another orgasm. With those two out of the running, Kristanna broke her kiss with Trish and raised her hand. "Me!" she said, smiling. Island Fever Ch. 11 Chapter 11: "Assemblage" Rain was still falling outside and the wind was gusting quite fiercely when there was a knock on the door to my bedroom on this dark and dreary evening. Obviously, the ladies had arrived. I could not make out any specific words, but heard some silly giggles mixed with the dialogue. That was typical for this group. After a few seconds, someone made a "Shhhhh!" sound that was followed by another gentle knock on the door. It was calm the before what promised to be an even greater storm than what was happening outside. I immediately composed myself. I realized that it would not be wise of me to even give the ladies a hint that I was aware of what they had in store for me. All seven of them were, in fact, going to gang-bang me. I did not want them to know that I eavesdropped on their conversations and sexual encounters with the help of my hidden surveillance cameras. The lone exception for that, of course, was Kristanna. It was her idea that I set the cameras up in the first place! Clearly, she was aware of the voyeur room and its existence. But I did not want the others to suspect anything. So I had to come across as being genuinely surprised to the ladies - maybe even shocked - at what they wanted to do to me. At the same time, though, I could not over-dramatize. I did not want them to have any suspicions whatsoever. It seemed to be a fine line to tread for me. I even worried about it for several seconds before finally mustering the courage to open the door. As things turned out, though, no acting was needed. My reaction to them was totally sincere. My jaw literally hit the floor once I got that up-close view of the ladies. All seven of them were standing on the opposite side of the doorway, completely and wondrously nude. No one had a single stitch of clothing on. Who could I possibly admire the most right now? Was it Pamela or Trish? Both of them were very similar in the fact that they were top-heavy blondes with charming smiles and friendly, sweet personalities to match. Amy and Camille had comparable figures to Pamela and Trish, but different colored hair (red and black, respectively). Kristanna was the leggy Norwegian that stood 5-foot-11 who belonged on the runway of a world renowned fashion show. It did not take too long for me to realize that two of the women who stood before me were my definite favorites in terms of their physical appearance and overall attitude. One should be a given, while the other may be a surprise. Was there any man alive who could resist a beauty the looks and likes of which that were personified by Devon? She was simply a goddess in every sense of the word. Devon exuded the warmth and innocence of the girl-next-door, but that quickly gave way as fast as her clothing whenever she was provoked into a sexual encounter. Combine that with Devon's strong will, loyal nature and her obvious feelings for me, and you have a truly luscious woman who could very well be my future wife. I was beginning to (very) seriously entertain the thought of that - and what it would be like. 18-year-old Lindsay had the appearance of a delicious, tempting, innocent little girl. Her long-flowing blonde hair tied into a pony-tail, with bangs combed straight down over her forehead, her pretty blue eyes and that lovely face as she smiled at me in return... WOW. Lindsay's compact, lithe figure (5-foot-3, 95 pounds and 34c-22-32 measurements) accentuated her youthful appearance to an even greater extent. A woman does not need to have the enormous bust size of a Pamela or Camille for me to notice them, or become completely infatuated with them. Lindsay was living proof of that. There was definitely something unique about this young lady. During the coming days and weeks, I had to get to know Lindsay on a more personal level. However, I could not take anything away from the other ladies. All of them looked absolutely fabulous as they stood at the entrance to my personal suite. It would be impossible for me to focus solely on Lindsay and Devon. Five lovely blondes, a gorgeous Mexican and a very naughty red-head - every single one of them totally nude. All of them, of course, here for a single reason - to gang-bang me. "Hello Jeremy," Amy said with a sneery giggle. "I hope you're not feeling too tired tonight." I gulped my throat and countered, "Why is that?" "Oh..." Trish interjected, "just for the simple reason that all of us have come here tonight for some satisfaction." "And we're not leaving until we get it," Devon added. "We don't care HOW LONG it takes, either!" Trish laughed and proclaimed, "You and I will just have to watch hockey some other time, Jeremy. We're not going to be watching any sports tonight." There was a moment of strained silence where I stood and openly gawked at the collection of ladies while they stared at me in return. All of them were just so beautiful! As could be expected, though, the insatiable Amy was the woman who first emerged from the group. She put her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me until my feet were moving backward. Once Amy had guided me over to the round, oversized bed, the others then converged upon me at once. It was like a pack of hungry wolves going after their prey! - Shivers and chills of deep-rooted passion went cascading all throughout my body once Amy grabbed my buttoned-up shirt with both hands and tore it from my body in one quick motion. She then smashed her mouth on mine for a searing kiss as I stood at the edge of the bed. At the same time, Trish and Camille dropped to their knees before me and began ripping at my shorts and briefs. Within a matter of seconds, I had been stripped completely nude. Unbelievable! My heart started pumping within my chest as Trish took my erection into her hungry mouth and began slurping away on it. Camille held onto its bulging base with her right hand and stroked it briskly. Devon grasped my chin with her hand, then yanked my face toward hers - thus ending the kiss I shared with Amy. Devon then pressed her lips to mine and literally drove her velvety tongue right down my throat. "This is better than any night-time snack I could ever find in the kitchen!" Trish squealed, as her head bobbed back-and-forth on my hard shaft. The sight of that lovely Canadian upon her knees made my legs feel weak. Off to the side, Pamela and Kristanna were engaged in a spirited kiss and warm embrace as they slithered together in the throes of mutual pleasure. Meanwhile, Lindsay stood a bit away from the action, but kept an eye on everything. She seemed to have a curious, inquisitive look about her... Devon was really into the act of kissing me, but that was put to an unexpected halt once Amy grabbed my face and turned it back toward hers. "You'll get your turn," Amy told the shapely blonde, before smashing her lips to mine for yet another deep-rooted kiss. Devon appeared disappointed for a moment or two, but that changed once she caught a glimpse of sweet, little Lindsay. The pair of ladies smiled at one another for a brief moment, then Devon closed the distance between them and offered the precocious teen-ager a fully-fledged kiss on the lips. "Oh God..." I moaned on Amy's mouth, as the duo of Trish and Camille were now taking turns sucking my cock. While one would slurp away on it within their mouth, the other licked and swiped at my testicles with her silky tongue. Plus, Trish and Camille snuck in some quick kisses with one another each time they traded positions with my shaft. They switched off every 15 to 20 seconds, or so. "Are you ready to satisfy seven women tonight?" Amy asked me in a gruff tone, grasping my chin with her hand, once our own kiss finally ended. "Are you ready to FUCK and SATISFY every single one of us tonight, Jeremy?" I gulped my throat at her aggressive demeanor and replied, "I don't think it matters if I'm ready or not. I ... I have no choice but to take care of all of you. Co-Cor-Correct?" "You're right," Amy countered, her green eyes flashing with absolute desire. "It doesn't matter." She dropped to her knees alongside Trish and Camille, but kept her eyes trained on my face. "We're going to give you a night, Jeremy, that you will never ... EVER forget!" I then took a deep breath and tossed my head back wildly as Amy burrowed her face in and began licking away on my shaft with her tongue, as Trish and Camille did the same thing. All three ladies were perched on their knees in front of me, paying oral homage to my hard, quivering cock. Lindsay's eyes appeared glazed-over with lust once Devon finally put an end to their mutual kiss. In fact, Lindsay looked a little stunned and erotically bewildered. Did the older, more experienced Devon just give Lindsay the type of kiss that she had only dreamt about thus far in her life? That was the impression I got, at least. Lindsay still had that far-out look to her as Devon soon noticed that my own lips were no longer occupied. With Amy now on her knees in front of me - alongside Trish and Camille - Devon returned and kissed my mouth deeply. Pamela and Kristanna then made their way over to Lindsay and started groping her young, nubile body with their hands. Both of them were cupping those ripe, taut breasts when they pressed their lips to either side of Lindsay's angelic face and kissed her sweetly. Lindsay offered both a lustful smile in response, then turned and traded tongues with them. That little girl sure was becoming quite popular amongst everyone here. Even better, Lindsay was opening up to everyone... "This island is better than I ever envisioned it could possibly be!" she observed, with a gleeful smile. "Oh dear Lord ... everything I ever dreamt about is coming true!" Trish and Camille watched Amy work my cock over with her mouth for several seconds, before smiling at one another and backing away. They linked hands and shared an intimate kiss of their own, then Camille reclined back on the carpeted floor and spread her thighs wide. Trish took the initiative as she licked her lips, then dove in face-first for what promised to be a delicious evening snack. "Hmmmmm ... yeah," Camille purred, arching her neck and back for emphasis. "Lick my pussy, baby. Lick it!" Even as Devon continued ravaging my mouth with her own, my eyes were wide with undeniable arousal as I watched Trish orally service Camille's moist, sweet pussy with her lips and tongue. Soon, Devon ended our mutual kiss and dropped down to her knees just in front of me. She smiled and looked at Amy, whose mouth was close to bringing my shaft toward an enormous eruption. Amy withdrew my cock from her mouth and returned Devon's smile with one of her own. "Would you like to suck his cock, too?" Amy asked. "You know I would!" Devon squealed in response. "Just don't hog it," Amy said, her hand firmly entrenched on the base of my shaft, as she offered it to Devon. "You can suck him off, but you have to share. Remember that." The enchantress then took my erection into her mouth and began sucking on it with feverish abandon. Amy kept her hand wrapped around its base, continually pumping away, as she now licked and swiped at my testicles with her tongue. Sounds of lustful hunger and intense passion then began to come from deep within Devon's throat, while her pretty blue eyes never lost contact with my own. "Oh yeah ... look at that!" Amy taunted, splitting her glares between Devon and yours truly. "Suck that cock!" Trish and Camille had changed positions and were now locked in a 69. Curled together on the carpet, with their charming faces nestled between one another's thighs, both ladies were reveling in the act of dual oral worship. "Oh God, Trish ... if you keep that up, you're gonna make me cum!" Camille panted. "HMMMMM, that feels so good!" "I'll make you cum!" Trish exclaimed. "Don't worry!" Meanwhile, Pamela and Kristanna had backed Lindsay on the far wall and were now working the little princess into a blissful frenzy. Pamela's mouth was firmly attached to Lindsay's - and it appeared as if neither wanted to break the kiss anytime soon. At the same time, Kristanna was massaging Lindsay's firm breasts with both hands, while alternating her mouth between the young woman's nipples. Considering that I had seven women all around me - all of them wanting an eventual shot at me - it was a miracle that I had lasted this long without experiencing an orgasm yet. Well, the miracle was about to run out. I could not take any more of this hot, luscious torture as Devon's blonde head bobbed back-and-forth on my bulging erection, while Amy licked and swiped away at my (very sensitive) testicles with her tongue. My body betrayed me, so to speak, as my cock then erupted like a volcano long before I wanted it to. As I pumped Devon's mouth full with my sperm, she kept her lips sealed tight around my shaft, obviously not wanting any of its juice to dribble free. She swallowed a good portion of it, but offered a sample of my gooey cream to Amy through an open-mouthed kiss. All the while, my body jerked about in the throes of orgasmic aftermath. This was incredible! Amy wrapped her arms around Devon's body and then trailed both hands down to that sweet ass, and clutched it tightly. Both ladies, who were still perched upon their knees, shook together with mutual desire as they now kissed one another. A series of loud, shrieking screams was then heard as Trish and Camille, who had been locked together in the 69 position, both experienced simultaneous orgasms. The pair of goddesses continued to scream and vibrate together in release, their tongues twirling on each other's pussy. "Where's my toys?" Amy asked after breaking her kiss with Devon. She quickly glanced around the suite, then found her ominous gym bag laying on the floor near the entrance. The naughty red-head had dropped it there moments earlier. "You're going to use your toys on me?" Devon asked, her expression full of hope. "If you want me to," Amy replied, scurrying over to her gym bag upon her knees. She retrieved it, then made her way back to Devon. "Which one would you like me to use?" Amy asked, opening the bag and allowing the gorgeous blonde to look inside and rummage through its contents. "Oh wow ... look at that," Devon mused, pulling a gigantic strap-on dildo out from within the bag. "Use this one!" As Amy nodded her head and began securing the leather harness around her slender waist, Trish and Camille made their way over to me. Camille shoved me backward, causing me to land flat upon the bed. "I want his cock," Trish proclaimed, to which Camille nodded her head. The lovely Latina then joined me on the bed and eventually straddled my face, with one knee on either side of my head. An instant later, she lowered her intoxicating pussy to my mouth, and my tongue went to work. "Oooooh yeah," Camille cooed, weaving her long, slender fingers throughout my short brown hair. "That's it..." Soon, I moaned as Trish straddled my hips. With Camille already nestled atop my face, Trish impaled her pussy on my shaft and immediately began rocking and thrashing about. It suddenly felt as if a massive earthquake was taking place. An earthquake courtesy of these seven hellcats! Camille moaned and screeched above me while also mauling her own breasts with both hands as my tongue swiped away at her lush wetness. Needless to say, the 25-year-old tasted absolutely fantastic. My tongue continually lapped away at her damp folds, only adding to her level of pleasure. Trish put her two cents in there too, as she now leaned forward and cupped Camille's breasts from behind with both hands. "Why touch yourself when you can have someone else do it for you?" Trish asked, grinning, her hands now fiercely gripping and squeezing Camille's large, firm breasts. At the same time, of course, Trish continued to bounce about on my hard shaft. The stimulation created from not only that, but also Camille's pussy mashing itself on my mouth was too much for me to handle. Thus, it should not come as any great surprise that I had my second orgasm of the evening. Much like the first, it was rather intense. Trish growled and roared in extreme passion as I flooded her sweet pussy with my sperm. Soon, Camille screeched out in ultimate desire as she had an orgasmic release of her own. She creamed my face with her gooey pussy-juice, though I did my best to lap up the luscious nectar with my tongue. Needless to say, it was a feast best suited for a King. "Hmmmmm, yeah..." Camille sighed in the aftermath, a little short of breath. "I needed that so fucking bad." Once Trish and Camille finally dislodged themselves from my cock and face, respectively, I was able to catch a glimpse of the torrid three-some taking place against the far wall of my suite. Her legs outstretched, Pamela was flat on her back with Kristanna's tongue buried deep within her pussy. The sweet-as-silk Lindsay, meanwhile, was on her knees next to the quivering couple, leaning over while thrusting a pair of fingers in-and-out of Kristanna's own slit. Kristanna, who was positioned atop her hands and knees, vibrated about in the sensations as Lindsay throttled her pussy with two fingers. There was a deranged, yet highly erotic look, in her eyes... I was once again blocked out from the action, however, as Amy then shoved Devon down face-first upon the bed. In fact, Devon landed right on top of me. Our faces were directly in line with each other as Devon then rose up to her hands and knees. She did that, quite obviously, in preparation for what the oversexed, aggressive Amy was about to do to her. With that humongous strap-on dildo securely fastened around her waist, Amy positioned herself upon her knees directly behind Devon's upturned ass. As Amy then shoved the harsh instrument into Devon's wondrous pussy - stuffing her full - I curled my head upward and found the blonde's mouth with my own. I swapped tongues with Devon while she squealed and yelped in response to Amy, who was already thrusting the enormous dong in-and-out of her at warp speed. "OH YEAH!" Devon roared against our shared kiss, as Amy thumped away at her. "OH YEAH! OH YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I encircled Devon's voluptuous body with both arms and hugged her fiercely as she continued to grunt and growl out in total arousal. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Trish back Lindsay into the side wall. Next, Trish smashed her mouth onto Lindsay's for a hungry, deep-rooted kiss. That made sense. Lindsay was Trish's little honey... My senses nearly exploded as I then heard Pamela scream out in sweet, blissful orgasm. Again, my sight was shielded, but I pretty much figured that Pamela owed those feelings of satisfaction to Kristanna and that curious tongue of hers. Soon, my beliefs were validated. "Oh God, Kristanna!" Pamela moaned, her breathing ragged. "You made me cream my pussy! It felt so FUCKING wonderful!" Devon was the next to experience a mind-blowing release, courtesy of Amy and the continual thrusts with the massive strap-on dildo. I kept my lips pressed tightly on Devon's mouth, somewhat muffling her squeals and yelps of passion. However, her piercing screams still raised the roof. The look in her eyes during her release was priceless... When Amy shoved a satisfied and exhausted Devon off of me, I was momentarily stunned as Kristanna suddenly straddled my hips. The Nordic enchantress growled with intense desire as she then placed her manicured, tender hands on my chest for balance. Seconds later, her athletic body began to move and squirm about as my cock filled her completely. "Oh yes, Jeremy!" she moaned in that unique, sexy accent. "Yes, Jeremy! Yes! Fuck me vid yewr big cock!" My body shuddering, I latched both hands on her hips and held on. Island Fever Ch. 11 Meanwhile, Trish - who had been worshipping Lindsay's delicate pussy with her lips and tongue - retracted her mouth and grinned at the sight of Kristanna riding my shaft. She nodded her head as next, Amy reached into her trusty backpack and pulled out a long, thin dildo. I watched as Amy lubed it up, then inserted it into Kristanna's rectum. Kristanna suddenly screamed out in an obvious mix of both pain and pleasure. Not only was my cock stuffed deep into her pussy, but now she also had to deal with Amy's nasty dildo as it slid in-and-out of her ass at a blinding speed. I did not know for sure, but to my knowledge, this was the first time that Kristanna had ever been double-penetrated - in any capacity. The look on her face was simply priceless. So were the sounds that she made as a result of this action. "Oh God, Amy! Vat are yew doing? Oh me God, dat ding is ripping a hole right in me ass! ASS! OH ME GOD!" I was about to erupt once again, but was saved for the moment as Kristanna screamed loudly and simply rolled off of my body. The 23-year-old continued to wail out in desire as Amy violated her anus with the thin dildo, helping her achieve what may have been her most intense orgasm ever. I had surely never saw Kristanna experience anything greater. Not only had Amy totally pulverized Kristanna's rectum, but my cock had been stuffed to the hilt within her pussy, too! I did not have any time to catch my breath as Amy suddenly straddled my body and lowered herself onto my erection. Nothing about her movement was soft or gentle as she rode my shaft with all of the energy and strength that her body could generate. Within mere seconds, I screamed at the top of my lungs as my cock exploded like a firecracker within her. That was it. There was no way I could possibly go any further. The girls would have to turn to each other for the remainder of their satisfaction. I was exhausted. There was absolutely nothing they could do to squeeze another hard-on out of me. Not tonight, anyway ... no way. I was finished. Camille grabbed Amy from behind, by the breasts, and yanked her off of me. Camille nuzzled her face between Amy's thighs and started licking away after I had blew my load inside her. I figured that Camille wanted to extract my sperm from Amy's pussy with her tongue. Devon was openly masturbating, with a grin on her face, as Pamela was now swiping her tongue across Trish's sweet folds. Kristanna was laying on the bed, face-first, in an exhausted heap. The double-penetration had really gotten to her, and sapped all of her energy. Myself, I was too tired to even move. I just lie there and watched the other ladies do their thing. It was an incredible scene to witness. This truly was the best night of my entire life. Aside from getting married and then having children (both of which will hopefully happen in the future), nothing could ever top the events of this night. After Amy experienced an orgasm of her own - thanks to Camille's probing tongue - she sighed contently and then reached for my cock. The red-head began stroking, but I was spent. There was hardly any life left in me. "No more," I moaned, barely able to speak. "I can't take any more. I feel as if I have been in a train wreck..." Amy did not listen to me. Instead, she continued to frig my limp cock for several seconds. Finally, Amy looked at me in the eyes and said, "You have to get hard one more time." "I can't..." was my whimpering reply. "You have to," she insisted, her tone demanding. "I want you to fuck Camille for me. Out of all the girls on the island, she is the only one that you have yet to fuck." I felt a sharp pain in my back - due to overexertion - as I slowly turned my head and gazed up at Camille. The buxom Mexican, who had just finished orally servicing Amy's pussy, shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me in return. "That begs a question, Jeremy," she mused. "Why? Why am I the only girl that you haven't been with yet?" "Because ... you haven't approached me ... until now," was my response. I was certainly not the type to initiate any kind of sexual encounter between these ladies and myself. I felt much more comfortable letting them make the first move. That way, I figured, they could never think that I was being too pushy or demanding of them. I wanted all of the ladies to be totally comfortable, and at ease, while on my island. The only exception to that rule was Kristanna, simply because she and I had known each other for a good four years. I had no problem initiating a sexual encounter with her, or putting a move on her. I knew that Kristanna would never have any complaints or gripes about the way I treated her. She knew that I was a good person and everything I did for her was in her best interests - and not my own. All of the other ladies had been the aggressor with me. Amy showed up at my door the first night and seduced me. Pamela sweet-talked her way into my pants the following day at the pool. Then, it was Devon. We wound up becoming quite intimate during her second evening here on the high cliffs that overlooked the ocean. Lindsay literally begged me to have sex with her, and take her virginity. She invited Trish, too, who had no objections to a three-some. As I think about it, Kristanna was the instigator of our first time together following her return to the island last Friday evening. It was just not in my nature to be forward and aggressive. The reason I had yet to be with Camille, sexually speaking, was because, until now, she had not made a move on me. That, quite obviously, was about to change. Camille glanced around the room in every direction before her gaze seemed to lock onto something. Those black eyes were full of mischief and lust as she proclaimed, "I want Lindsay's pussy while Jeremy does me doggie-style." The charming and docile 18-year-old, who was seated in Trish's lap at the other end of the bed and trading kisses with her, suddenly looked up when Camille mentioned her name. When they made eye contact, Camille licked her lips and motioned with a finger for Lindsay to come closer. "You're not going to deny me that pussy of yours now ... are you, honey?" Camille said to Lindsay, obviously making reference to the near four-some they had with Trish and Amy at the water basin last week. Lindsay, still a virgin at the time, got cold feet at the last moment and thus, she very politely refused to join her friends in the basin. Though it was fine with Trish, Camille (and Amy) seemed somewhat angry. I had watched that scene three times inside my voyeur room. Lindsay shook her head as she wiggled out of Trish's lap and crawled over to Camille on the bed. She answered the 25-year-old's question by pressing her moist lips to her mouth, and offering up a blistering, tongue-laden kiss. "Hmmmmm ... that's more like it," Camille moaned once their lips parted. "That's what I like to see." "You want to lick my little pussy while Jeremy does you doggie-style?" Lindsay cooed at Camille, who nodded her head in affirmative. Lindsay squealed and added with a toothy grin, "Me and Trish tried this position with Jeremy last week! I loved it! WE loved it!" "Just get on your back, honey," Camille instructed her. "That's all I care about right now." When Lindsay did as she was told, Amy - who had been uncharacteristically quiet for a moment or two - smiled at me as she continued stroking my cock. "Come on, Jeremy." Amy was trying to urge another erection out of me. "Do her while she licks my pussy," Lindsay encouraged me, smiling sweetly, as Camille got into position. "Yeah Jeremy..." Camille moaned, her voice breathless, as she glanced over her shoulder at me with a lustful gaze. "Go ahead and fuck me. Fuck me while I eat out Lindsay." As Camille turned her head away and focused all of her attention on pleasuring Lindsay's pussy with her lips and tongue, Devon helped Amy as both ladies literally pulled me up so that I was standing on my knees on the bed. Her hand continually pumping away upon my cock, Amy was doing her absolute best to get me hard one last time. Although she was moaning wildly in response to Camille's oral ministrations, Lindsay's eyes were locked on me. The sight of that little angel, moaning, with a wave of pleasure washed over her face, triggered something within my body. "YES!" Amy exclaimed, as an erection began to take shape. "It's like the little engine that could!" The little engine that could?... Devon nibbled on my sensitive earlobe with her lips and hushed, "Fuck her, Jeremy." She pointed toward Camille's upturned ass and added, "Fuck her senseless..." I do not know where the strength was coming from, but I somehow found the energy to grasp Camille's rounded hips with both hands and then pop the head of my shaft between her inviting folds. As I slid myself all the way into her, the young woman's body tensed and she let out a content sigh. Now, it was time to hammer and pound Camille from behind as Lindsay was sprawled out across the oversized bed, her pussy getting a feverish workout of its own. I wasted no time, either. Figuring that Camille would not mind, I immediately began to blast my way in-and-out of her pussy at an intense, blinding rate of speed. She started to grunt and squeal in response, but was able to maintain her focus on Lindsay's tight, little pussy. Yes ... lick my baby, I said inwardly. Lick her, and make her scream out in orgasm! I kept eye contact with Lindsay even as I continued to plow myself into Camille's burning pussy from behind. With both hands latched on her ass now, my hips were a blur as I thrusted away at her. The look on Lindsay's face as I did so was unforgettable. She was incredibly turned on - and that did nothing but make me feel even more excited inside. Soon, even as I pumped Camille, all of my attention shifted toward Lindsay. It was - crazy as this may sound - as if Camille was not even there. Lindsay and the look of sheer, unadulterated arousal on her charming, elegant face was at the center of my universe right now. Nothing else mattered. Not even a beautiful woman like Camille. When the expression on Lindsay's face changed, I then realized that she was ready for an orgasm. That set off a trigger somewhere inside of me, and suddenly, I was filling Camille's pussy with my sperm as Lindsay writhed about on the mattress in her own hot, orgasmic release. Then, I realized that I had all but forgotten about Camille - even when I was having sex with her. Because she was so tantalizingly young and adorable, as well as sweet and polite, Lindsay had a very profound effect on me. Her darling face. Those innocent eyes. The bushy pony-tail. And oh ... that tight, supple body. Lindsay was a doll! This was - in no way - an injustice or slight toward Camille. She was a gorgeous woman with an outstanding body, and I can attest that her pussy felt wonderful wrapped around my cock. Still, I had momentarily forgotten about her. No, there was nothing wrong with Camille. It was, very simply, a display of how much I was physically attracted to Lindsay. Believe it or not, but the look of arousal on Lindsay's pretty face, and her subsequent orgasm, were of far greater importance to me than my own feelings and desires. Nevertheless, Camille was not aware of the fact that I had these thoughts running rampant throughout my mind. After I had drained my cock within the depths of her pussy, she looked over her shoulder and offered me a cheerful, vibrant smile. Her face, I noticed, was completely saturated with Lindsay's juices. I had the urge to kiss it clean. Not to kiss Camille, mind you, but to taste Lindsay's release. "WOW ... that was downright incredible!" Camille took a deep breath and added, "This is the best summer EVER!" Suddenly, reality set in. My tired, overworked body gave out on me, and I collapsed to the bed in an exhausted heap. There would be no more sex for me tonight. I needed a rest. I was only one man ... certainly not an army! The ladies, though, seemed to think differently. They wanted and demanded satisfaction from me. How could I possibly survive such divine torture until it was time for them to return home more than a month from now? Island Fever Ch. 12 Chapter 12: "Titivate" The morning after the long, memorable gang-bang when seven beautiful ladies had their insatiable way with me all at once, I found myself cruelly jarred awake by a bolt of lightning and accompanying thunder that actually rattled the house down to its very foundation at 5:15am. I quickly sat up in bed, startled, estimating that the lightning bolt had hit no more than a quarter-mile or so away from the mansion. Though it was a monumental struggle for me just to get out of bed - my body had been pushed beyond its physical limit over the previous 10 days thanks to these incredibly ravenous women, thus meaning that I felt extremely sore and achy - I eventually rose to my feet and limped my way over to the collection of floor-to-ceiling windows which oversaw the sports complex and pool outside. This island was a paradise, indeed, but unfortunately it was not immune from the terrible storms which plague the South Pacific on a routine basis. The rain which came down so hard yesterday afternoon and last evening had not let up one bit. Even worse, there were continual flashes of lightning and loud rumbles of thunder now, and the wind was gusting so much that it howled. Having spent most of my time on this island over the past 17 years, I was used to these type of storms. However, I was fairly certain that none of the ladies - except Kristanna (who had been to the island a lot as well) - had been through a massive electrical storm like this. Lightning and thunder eruptions are much more harsh and severe in this part of the world - the South Pacific - than anywhere else. I wanted to be sure that all of the ladies were safe and sound. Instead of checking on them from the voyeur room, I thought it would be best to do so in person. I threw on some clothes and put a hat on - to hide my tousled hair - then left my personal suite and ventured for the guest corridor. Once there, I could hear the storm as it raged outside. Still, I quietly opened the door to Pamela and Amy's room - not wanting to startle them. A smile came to my face as I saw both goddesses curled up together in bed, lost in sleep. Their bodies were entwined, and their lips close, as both of them were frolicking together in the land of dreams. It was quite a lovely (and very stimulating) sight. I gently closed the door and went to the next room, which belonged to Devon and Camille. My eyes went wide at what I saw. Devon and Camille were fast asleep as well, but they had some company - namely Kristanna. All three of them were huddled together upon the near bed, sleeping peacefully. It was good to see that Kristanna had found some bed-mates after the massive gang-bang which took place last evening. The original plan was for Kristanna to share the same bed with me once the others finally left us last night. But instead, Kristanna was disappointed when I told her that I was so exhausted and sore after what I had gone through that I rather just spend the night by myself. But I was happy that she had found a temporary home with Devon and Camille. The three of them, dare I say, seemed to make a good couple. As I closed the door to their room, another lightning bolt flashed outside, followed by the loud rumbling of thunder. I wondered to myself how these ladies could sleep so easily through such a storm, while it woke me up so suddenly. That certainly did not seem to make a lot of sense, right? I was supposed to be the hardened islander here ... correct? A check of the third suite told me that not all of them were immune. While Trish was in bed, sleeping like a log, Lindsay was seated at the window - looking outside. Another lightning/thunder combination made the charming 18-year-old cringe and shudder in absolute fright. She was mortified... "Lindsay?" I spoke quietly. "Are you okay?" She turned and looked at me. "Jeremy!" was her scream. I made my way over to her as she fretted, "I hate storms!" I placed my hand upon her shoulder and offered, "You must be the only one, then. Everyone else is asleep." "How can Trish sleep through this?" Lindsay exclaimed, glancing at her lover - all tucked away in bed. "I have been awake for an hour because of all that lightning and thunder!" I could not believe how whiny and upset Lindsay was. She was quite emotional. Did the weather affect her this much? "Everyone is asleep except you and me," I reiterated. "I see that you don't like storms. But they happen here on the island. Expect a couple of more really big ones before the next four weeks are up. It's just a way of life here." Lindsay shrieked in fright as another bolt of lightning struck down - this one someplace close, on the island. The little blonde then looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I HATE lightning! I just wish it would go away!" A loud rumble of thunder ensued, which upset Lindsay all the much more. "Make it stop, Jeremy! Make it stop!" I offered the young woman, who was seemingly acting ten years younger than her actual age with this vocal outburst, a peculiar expression. She was throwing a temper tantrum, plain and simple. Wasn't Lindsay technically an adult? Technically, yes, but perhaps not emotionally. "It will be okay, sweetheart. The storm will pass and the lightning will go with it. What is wrong with you, Lindsay? You need to settle down, honey. Please ... settle down." "What happens if the lightning hits the house?" Lindsay speculated, her sobbing fit becoming much more animated and out of control. "It could start a fire!" "I have a whole bunch of lightning rods installed on the roof, dear," was my response. "They will protect the house." "What is a lightning rod?" Lindsay asked, confused. "It is a long piece of metal - a rod, actually - made from conductive material used to protect large structures such as buildings and homes," I answered, dropping down to one knee beside Lindsay and looking into her eyes. "Lightning rods are connected to cables that travel into the ground. The idea is for the lightning to hit the lightning rod, then all or most of the electrical current will travel through the cable and safely dissipate underground." I paused for a moment, very concerned because Lindsay seemed so shaken. "Believe it or not, but I have eight lightning rods installed on the roof. I never worry about lightning damaging the property. It is the absolute least of my worries right now." "How are they supposed to protect the house?" Lindsay asked. "Lightning can strike anywhere!" "The rods are meant to attract lightning, sweetheart," I informed her. "They are not 100 percent infallible, but we are a million times safer with them than without them. As I said, I don't worry about it. I don't even think about it." Lindsay yelped once again as another bolt of lightning struck down someplace close. Still crying, Lindsay shook her head and then covered her face with both hands. "What is wrong with you?" I asked yet again, dumbfounded. "Why are you so afraid of lightning?" Lindsay pulled her hands away from her face long enough to tell me, "I was struck by lightning when I was five years old." My eyes went wide as she sobbed on, "I am scared to death of lightning and thunderstorms. Always have been..." "What ... ha-happened when you were five?" She sniffed her nose and tried to make eye contact with me. "I was in kindergarten, Jeremy, and was riding the bus, coming home from school. There was a terrible rainstorm and flashes of lightning and thunder nearby. At the bus stop, I got out and started running for my house because I did not want to get soaked. But before I made it to the front door, I ... AHHHHH!" Lindsay's sudden scream was the result of yet another bolt of lightning striking someplace close here on the island. The loud, ensuing rumble of thunder seemed to rattle Lindsay and her senses even more. In an attempt to console her, I reached out and grasped both of her hands with my own so she could finish the story. "Before I made it to m-my house, I was hit. I was struck by lightning ... and do not remember anything after that." "I woke up three days later in the hospital. I was in intensive care, but only being age five, I did not realize it at first. The first two people I saw were my mom and dad, and I asked them for breakfast because I was so hungry. I thought that I was lying in my bed at home. My parents then told me that I had been struck by lightning and had been unconscious in the hospital for three days straight. The left side of my body had first-degree burns. I had smaller, second-degree burns on my chest, shoulder and left leg. The spaces between all of my toes were cracked, and my entire body hurt very badly. I felt like someone had shot me with a heavy dose of novocain from head to toe." "I was in the hospital for five more days after waking up, then went home and rested for a week with my mom and dad, and my three sisters, before going back to school. All of the burns I suffered have since healed, although I do have a slight scar on my left leg still remaining from that day. I still have the clothes I wore that day, too. My jacket has a big black hole in its shoulder, my jeans and socks are melted and feel like cardboard, and my sneakers were blown apart." "And you survived okay?" I wondered. "Nothing lingering?" Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. "I was lucky, I guess. Just a few months ago, my mom told me for the first time that my heart stopped beating after I was struck by lightning. I was dead at the hospital for 23 minutes, but the doctors were somehow able to revive me. I'm fortunate just to be alive. She ... she told me that after my father died." Once Lindsay dipped her head low and appeared as if she was about to cry again, I leaned forward and planted a kiss across her cheek. "It's okay, sweetheart." "I hate lightning!" Lindsay exclaimed, looking up at me. "Every single time that it storms, I am reminded of what happened to me some 13 years ago! And I have the thought that maybe I was supposed to die on that day." I shook my head in a vigorous manner as Lindsay kept talking, "I have the fear that a bolt of lightning will find me again, and finish the job that the first one was supposed to do." "Don't say that!" I fretted, now upset myself. "You were meant to live, Lindsay! You were meant to LIVE! That is why God made it so that your heart started to beat again after 23 minutes of flatlining! Can't you see that?" Obviously, I now understood why Lindsay was so incredibly scared of electrical storms. Her age simply did not matter. Because of what had happened to her in the past, she would probably react this way every single time that it stormed. It would not matter whether she was 18 or 48. Lindsay had the fear that another lightning bolt was destined to strike her down. I did not agree, but understood her viewpoint. A bright flash of lightning was followed with another boom of thunder which again rattled the entire mansion. I felt sorry for Lindsay, who was about to go out of her mind with fear and anxiety. "Would you like to go down to the central room with me?" I asked her. "It is located well underground, you know, and things won't be near as bad down there as they are here." I offered her my most soothing smile. "I don't like lightning and thunderstorms either, dear. The central room is the best place in the mansion to take refuge from them. Sound good to you?" "Yeah, I ... I gu-guess." "Just about anything would be better for you right now than sitting at that window," I told her. "C'mon honey ... let's get you out of here." Lindsay took my hand and I guided her out of the bedroom and eventually down the spiral staircase and into the central room. Dressed in just an oversized night-shirt, the little minx looked like a doll. I felt like playing with her, of course - especially after what happened between us last night with the gang-bang and all - but knew this was not the proper time or place to do so. Perhaps soon, though... There was yet another lightning strike outside, but this time, it did not seem to rattle Lindsay all that much. The central room was located deep beneath the ground and was very insulated from the occasional terrors of Mother Nature. Thus, as I told Lindsay earlier, it was not near as bad down here as it was upstairs. Still... "Hold me, Jeremy," Lindsay pleaded, closing the distance between us and wrapping her arms around me from the side. She then pulled me down to the floor with her and buried her face into my shoulder. Those baby-blue eyes glistening, she gazed up at me and begged, "Let's talk about something other than the storm. I don't want to talk about it anymore." I nodded my head at her. "Very well." I placed a kiss upon the crown of her head and mused, "The circumstances are unfortunate, I guess, but I am very happy to have this time alone with you this morning." Lindsay again made eye contact with me as I added, "Seems that you and Trish are together at every turn. For me or anyone else, for that matter, it is extremely rare that we catch you anywhere without Trish." "True," Lindsay nodded. "Trish has been kind of like a big sister to me since we arrived on the island nearly two weeks ago. Just about the only time we are not together anymore is when Trish is practicing karate with Kristanna each morning. Well, she goes to the exercise room every morning and night, too. You know how Trish is when it comes to working out, Jeremy. No matter what, Trish has to go to the exercise room every morning and evening. It's part of her normal routine. She has to keep that hard body of hers intact for when she returns to her job in Toronto." "As a physical fitness instructor?" I asked, although I already knew that was Trish's profession. "Yes sir," Lindsay nodded. "But Trish does not work out simply because of her job. Trish works out because it is something that she enjoys doing." Lindsay sniffed her nose and continued, "I stayed with her and watched her in the exercise room for three hours the other day. The woman is like a machine! She was on the stair-master forever! I could never do all of that ... I'd get too tired! I ... I would probably last two minutes before taking a breather." "I think it is great," was my comment. "Obviously, Trish is strong and athletic, yet she retains all of her feminine qualities and can match up, beauty wise, with anyone." "Trish reminds me of those beautiful women you see on the cover of fitness and muscle magazines," Lindsay murmured. "Back home in Ohio, I would always walk by the big magazine rack at [Supermarket Name] where I work and steal a couple of quick peeks of all those hot fitness girls." "Trish could easily be on the cover of any of those type of magazines," I mused. "She has the look for it. Since you said you like them so much, have you ever bought any of those magazines to take home and admire the pictures?" Lindsay hesitated for a moment, then bit her lower lip and looked my way with a certain aura of shyness and trepidation about her. I immediately got the sense that she wanted to say something to me - perhaps admit something - but felt unsure whether it was a wise idea. If that was indeed the case, Lindsay decided to open herself up and confess. "Iron Man magazine, May 2013," she began. "I walked by it every single day at the magazine rack at work for three weeks and could barely tear my eyes away from it. I had to buy it before the new issue was out, and they took it down." "Oh? What was so special about it?" Lindsay bit her lower lip again. "The girl. There was a girl - a woman - on the front cover of it in a red bikini. She had her back turned, looking over her shoulder, and was standing next to some big muscle-head. I ... I've obsessed over that girl since I first saw her on the cover of that magazine. The ... the way she looked in that bikini. It ... it blew my mind. Samantha Ann Leete is her name. The ... the way her butt looked ... in that bikini. Tr-Trish reminds me of her in a way, with her body type and muscle definition. I ... I still obsess over that picture." "Wow, you got me curious," I smiled. "I'm going to have to Google her name for sure. Samantha Ann Leete? A fitness model that you are obsessed about? I have to check her out." Lindsay's face went red as I added in a playful manner, "You should have had the cover blown up, honey, and put it on your bedroom wall back home as a poster. You could go to sleep each night while looking at and dreaming of her." Lindsay shook her head quite vehemently. "No. No way!" "You could have the poster on your bedroom wall, but tell your mom and sisters that it's there because of the guy in it, and not the girl." Yes, I was full of (useless) suggestions! But it was fun to get reactions out of Lindsay. Now, the 18-year-old made a face. "My mom would not understand. She would think it is weird of me to have a bodybuilding poster on my wall like that. And any friends I have who come over to visit? I just ... I don't know, Jeremy. I didn't want any of my friends or co-workers to think that I had some sort of fascination with those big, muscular guys throughout the pages of those magazines. I just ... I don't know. Maybe it would have been embarrassing, or something. Plus, in reality, I didn't care for the guys. All I cared to look at was the girls in those type of magazines..." I slipped my arm around Lindsay's shoulder as she sat up with me upon the floor. I offered her head another kiss and grinned, "Instead of those big muscle-heads, honey, you could have told everyone that you had the cover on your bedroom wall because of the bodybuilder girl in the red bikini. The one whose backside you had vivid fantasies about?" "Yeah, right!" Lindsay laughed, pulling herself away from me for a moment, so she could turn and make eye contact with me. The tender, little blonde laughed again and exclaimed, "I would NEVER do something like that, Jeremy! Word would spread and all of a sudden, everyone in the whole town would know that I like girls. My reputation would be ruined!" I shrugged my shoulders at her. "I don't know about that, dear. I am sure that all of the bi-sexual and lesbian girls in the area would suddenly want to be friends with you. You would have all sorts of new friends, you know. A bunch of new friends who would accept you for who and what you are. You wouldn't have to hide, or pretend. You could just open up, and be yourself." I paused, then grinned and concluded, "Oh wait ... you have that now on the island." "You do have a point there," Lindsay conceded. "About the island, at least. Not the stuff before that." She then seemed to perk up and added in a nonchalant voice, "Maybe I'll turn out to be like Pamela and Devon? Maybe I'll never want to leave this island?" I could sense that she was not being serious with her tone and mannerisms, but something immediately slipped out of my own mouth regardless. "Sweetheart, I would like nothing more than for you to choose to stay here with me. I would take care of you and pamper you beyond belief for the absolute rest of your life. I would give and provide you with everything you ever dreamed of." Almost immediately, I wanted to punch myself. I should not have told her that. It was way too much for her to hear from me at this point in time. Lindsay's reaction to my words could best be described as awkward. She was not sure how to respond. I had caught her totally off-guard and, quite honestly, she was speechless. I needed to right the ship, so to speak, and say something to get our conversation back on track. "You keep talking about magazines, honey. Your face belongs on the cover of a cosmetics' magazine ... perhaps a fashion magazine. They need to make posters of you so I could have them on my bedroom wall." I chuckled and ended, "I'd fall asleep staring at them each night, and have good dreams. REALLY good dreams." Island Fever Ch. 12 "Oh, come on, Jeremy!" she laughed, blushing somewhat. "I'm not that pretty, you know." "Are you crazy?" "What?" "Are you crazy?" I reiterated. "Take a good look in the mirror, Lindsay. A good, long look. You are BEAUTIFUL. Do not ever try to tell yourself otherwise." "Oh Jeremy!" "Your face is so fresh and wholesome-looking," I told her. "Your skin and complexion are both flawless. Your teeth are whiter than white. Everything that pertains to your body just screams absolute beauty. You're a dream-come-true." "Jeremy!" "Have you ever considered being a model?" "No!" she giggled. "You should." "Oh, stop it!" "A sweet, little thing like you would look really good modeling school fashions in a department store catalog." Lindsay grinned and rolled her eyes at me as I kept talking, "Or little, string bikinis for the summer heat wave..." "You sound just like a man!" Lindsay then squealed as I cupped one of her ripe, taut breasts through the night-shirt that she wore and gave it a healthy squeeze. "Stop that!" I chuckled at her animated reaction. "Well, I certainly hope that I sound like a man. I AM a man, you know..." "And a very good one at that," Lindsay nodded, extending both arms and then offering me a loving embrace. She even kissed the side of my neck before pulling away from me. "Oh, Jeremy! What am I going to do with you?" "Whatever you want. I'm flexible that way." Lightning and thunder struck someplace close yet again. This time, however, Lindsay took a deep breath and offered me a smile. "I'm not going to let the storm get to me like it did earlier. It is not near as bad down here, just as you promised, Jeremy. More importantly than that, though, YOU are with me. I feel very safe and secure with you. I feel more safe with you than I would with anyone else." Those words made my insides glow. "Thank you, dear." "No, thank you." Lindsay suddenly glanced all about the central room, then she pointed somewhere off in the distance. "Oh ... look!" The charming 18-year-old broke away from my embrace and crawled over to the nearby sofa, then came back the same way with a thick pink binder of some sort. It did not belong to me. I had no idea who it belonged to. Lindsay again snuggled close to me and placed the binder in her lap, then looked over at me with a very happy, vibrant expression. "This is a little photo album of mine," she explained. "I must have left it down here the other day and forgot about it. It has pictures of me and my immediate family in it, plus a few friends and the like." "Oh?" I asked, curious. "Would you like to look at it with me?" "Are you kidding?" was my immediate response. "Of course, sweetheart ... I would LOVE to see your scrapbook." "I brought this book down here on Monday so Trish and Devon could look at it," Lindsay said, opening the big album to its first page. "They enjoyed looking at it with me. They liked to learn more about my family." "I bet they did," I nodded, before tilting my head and inspecting the lone photograph on the first page of the album. It was a beautiful head-shot of Lindsay, naturally, with her face turned slightly to the side and those pretty eyes sparkling as she gazed directly into the camera lens. "This is my senior portrait from high school," she cooed. "You like it? I think it is one of my better pictures. It was taken just last October. I was age 17 here ... less than two months away from turning 18." "I love it," I told her, again shrugging my shoulders. "What is there not to love about your pretty face and smile?" Lindsay blushed and grinned one more time. "I bet you were the homecoming queen at your high school ... weren't you? I bet you won the vote in an absolute landslide." Lindsay blushed yet again and cast her eyes away from me for a moment. Then, instead of answering my question, she simply turned to the next page. "Here are photographs of my three sisters - Gina, Jennifer and Alison." "Alison is definitely the prettiest of the group, if you ask me," I offered. "Of course, Alison looks a lot like you do, Lindsay, so that is the reason why I say that she is the prettiest of all your sisters." The enchantress shook her head at me as I asked, "How old is Alison again?" "16. Alison is the baby of our family." Lindsay smiled at the images and continued, "Jennifer is 23 and Gina is 20. Jennifer is a mommy; she has a little baby, but moved back home with us after she broke up with her husband last year. It was right before my dad passed away." "So Lindsay is already an aunt?" I chuckled. "What is the name of your sister's baby? A boy or girl, too?" "Katherine ... a girl, obviously. 11 months old." "Do you get to watch after her a lot?" "Oh yes," Lindsay nodded as this time, there was only the rumbling of thunder overhead. Maybe the lightning had passed on? Whatever the case, Lindsay kept talking, "Actually, my younger sister, Alison and I ... we fight over the baby more often than not!" Lindsay giggled at her own words. "Alison and I are always wanting to babysit Katherine whenever Jenn is at work. We get into fights about it a lot of times, too! I LOVE babysitting Katherine ... but so does Alison!" I chuckled at the image within my mind of Lindsay and her younger sister fighting over who got to watch the baby. In that sense, at least, Alison must be happy that Lindsay was away from home for these six weeks. Alison was most likely in charge of babysitting Katherine with Lindsay on vacation. "And you said last week that your other sister, Gina, was living in Colorado when your father died?" I asked. "Gina came back to Ohio and also moved back into the family home?" Lindsay nodded. "Gina went to college and was studying at Colorado State University. She liked it there, but felt the need to come back home and be with us after dad died. Gina helps us out with living expenses now. I live with my mom and all three of my sisters. We're a team." Lindsay thumbed her way to the next page in the album and again smiled at the series of photographs before her. All of them featured her and an older, middle-aged man together. "This whole page is pictures of me and my father," Lindsay told me. She frowned for a split-second, then pointed toward a specific photograph. "This was the last picture of him and me together before he died. Just two days before he died..." I groaned inwardly and shook my head at the photograph of a happy father-and-daughter couple, looking as if they had no worries or concerns in the world. Certainly, neither of them had a clue as to what was going to happen in the next two days. In the photograph, Lindsay had both arms around her father in a spirited bear-hug as the two of them mugged for the camera. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Your dad looks so happy ... so energized, so full of life. I am so sorry. It was a tragedy that he was lost at such an early age." "Age 46..." Lindsay murmured, her expression distant and empty. "For the life of me, I will never understand why he had to die so young. I always thought dad would live forever. I woke up one day for school, had breakfast and joked around with him at the table like I always did. Nothing seemed wrong. Everything seemed typical. I told him I loved him, then went to school and when I came back home la-late in the afternoon, m-my dad ... he was d-dead. Dead on the sofa. His heart ... just gave out on him, all at once." It appeared as if Lindsay was about to break down and cry, but she somehow maintained her composure and did not shed a single tear. Still, I brought her into my arms and offered her a warm, soothing embrace. Once she mashed her face upon my chest, I figured the gesture on my part was appreciated. Obviously, Lindsay idolized her father and missed him very much. It was still a shock to her that he was actually dead. "Here are some pictures of my mom and dad together," the little blonde soon sniffed, turning to the next page in the album. She pulled her head away from me and explained, "Mom turned 46 herself a few months ago. She and dad got married at a very early age. Mom was only 23 when they had their first-born - my sister, Jennifer. She was only 18 - my age - when her and dad got married." "Your mother is a very attractive lady," I observed. "I can see where you get your good looks from, dear." Lindsay still appeared to be upset, so I attempted to ease her pain with a simple kiss across the forehead. "I wish that I could have been there for you, honey, when your father passed away last year. I would have done anything at all to make you feel better. You do know that ... right?" Lindsay sniffed her nose again. "I wish he never died in the first place! That is what I wish!" "Well ... yeah," I nodded. "I wish that even more. But I am sure that your dad is still with you ... if just in spirit. I am sure your dad is very proud of the wonderful, young lady that you have become. I bet that he is in Heaven right now, bragging to others about what an ideal daughter you are." "You th-think?" "I know, honey. I know. You are very polite, very nice and sweet. You do not have one mean bone in your whole body. You have good, strong values, and God is a very important part of your life. If you were my daughter, Lindsay, I would be very proud of you. So I know your dad is." Lindsay looked up at me and forged a smile. "Thank you, Jeremy. I like to believe that my dad is always with me, too. Sometimes I think of him as my guardian angel ... watching over me ... making sure that I am safe and sound." "He IS with you," I assured her. "I just wish that he was still alive." "I know you do, baby. I know you do. And so do I..." "If my dad was still alive, I would not be here with you right now," Lindsay informed me. "I would not be on the island at all because I would not need the money to help my family out. I would have never even considered coming here. You and I would have never met, Jeremy." I shook my head at her. "I don't care, honey. Although I enjoy being with you, obviously, I would trade all of my time with you if your father could still be alive. Really, that should go without saying. I am not selfish that way. As much as Trish cares about you, and wants you in her life, I am positive that she would tell you the same, exact thing. Trish would rather your father still be alive. Trish would trade meeting you if your father could still be alive. That is because she cares about you so very, very much. Your dad still being here - taking care of you and your mom, and your sisters - is of far greater importance than anything I gain by having you in my life." Lindsay puckered her glossy lips together and shrugged her shoulders, then went onto the next page in her photo album. "Here I am with my friend, Megan." I smiled at the image of Lindsay and a young, pretty brunette, both of whom were wearing supermarket uniforms as they smiled for the camera. "You and Megan work together?" "Uh huh," Lindsay nodded, quickly turning to the next page. My eyes nearly exploded at what I saw as Lindsay explained, "This is my varsity cheerleading picture." I literally drooled and salivated, with carnal thoughts racing through my mind, as I gawked like a fool at the photograph. There was Lindsay - in a tiny, little cheerleader uniform! "I always loved cheerleading. That is one thing I really miss about being in school. Maybe if I decide to go to college, I can be a cheerleader again." Lindsay turned and offered me a quizzical look. "Are you okay, Jeremy?" I cleared my throat twice and then shook my head several times in succession, as if to get rid of the mental cobwebs. It was as if I had just been blindsided by a school bus! "I am sorry, Lindsay. I just had this vision about you ... that is all. You, in a little cheerleader outfit..." Lindsay appeared confused. "What do you mean?" "Cheerleaders have always been a fetish of mine," I said, my eyes again drifting toward that magnificent photograph. God ... what I wouldn't give to jump right into that image and make mad, passionate love to this little fox with her cheerleader uniform still on. I would love to empty a hot load of sperm all over her cheerleader shell top. My body even shivered with erotic delight at the mere thought! "You like cheerleaders, Jeremy?" I was able to tear my gaze away from the picture and make eye contact with Lindsay. "Yes. Very much so. I think every normal, red-blooded man LOVES the idea of being with a sweet and innocent cheerleader. It's a common fantasy. It is something that I have fantasized about for all my life. But I have never been with one." Lindsay snickered at me and wondered, "Couldn't you just BUY a cheerleader with all the money you have?" "What's the fun in that?" I retorted. "I would want it to be real, and authentic. Not something manufactured, or bought. I'd want the cheerleader to be someone that I know, and care about. That way, it would be special." Lindsay reached up and twirled several strands of her silky, long-flowing blonde hair around an extended fingertip. "Do you wanna know something, Jeremy? I brought my varsity cheerleading uniform to the island with me." My jaw nearly hit the floor beneath us as Lindsay ended, "I can put it on for you if you want..." Needless to say, my heart was now beating and pounding within my chest harder than ever before. "You ... y-you br-brought your uniform w-with y-y-you?" I stuttered, barely able to get the words out of my mouth. I tried to gather my senses before continuing, "Didn't you ... didn't you ha-have t-to turn it back into your sc-school?" Lindsay giggled at me. "I was supposed to, yes. But my cheerleader uniform was so special to me that I wanted to keep it. So I made a deal with the cheerleading coach and bought the uniform from the school. I paid them money. I could never see giving it up." Awestruck, I simply stared at Lindsay as she continued to coo and cavort in that sexy, sweet voice of hers. I was trying to imagine how I could possibly control myself if she were to put on her cheerleading uniform and model it for me. Would I even be able to survive the ordeal? Lindsay giggled yet again. "I can go to my room and put my uniform on, then come back here and maybe do a couple of dances and cheers for you. Would you like that, Jeremy?" Unable to speak now, I slowly nodded my head at her. "You wait here, then," she laughed, getting up from the floor. "Storm or no storm, I will be back in just a couple of minutes. You sit tight, Jeremy. I'll do some cheers and dances, then you can live out your fantasy with me." (!!) - A series of torrid emotions swirled throughout my entire body over the next five minutes as I (im)patiently waited for Lindsay to make her return to the central room. I was literally out my mind too, and for good reason. The thought of having sex with Lindsay - with her uniform still on - sent my emotions spiraling and careening out of control. My cock was already pulsating within my shorts. Lindsay. Young Lindsay. Sweet Lindsay. Little Lindsay. Learning how to suck my cock and swallow my sperm Lindsay! Cheerleader Lindsay. I began to shake and tremble at the idea of drilling the precocious 18-year-old in her uniform. There was something to be said for the allure of a girl in uniform ... especially when it was a cheerleader uniform! "Oh God..." I moaned out loud once a pair of black saddle shoes appeared at the top of the spiral staircase. A moment later, I felt dizzy and light-headed as Lindsay slowly but surely descended the staircase and came into view. Suddenly, it seemed as if I had died and gone to erotic Heaven! "Hi Jeremy," Lindsay cooed, her face red with youthful embarrassment, as she stepped into the room. Holding a pair of pom-poms, Lindsay offered me the sweetest smile and said, "Do you like my uniform? I'm wearing it just for you." I took a deep breath and sighed, a multitude of ravenous thoughts and ideas running roughshod throughout my soul. Most of them were too raunchy to even describe here. Needless to say, Lindsay looked absolutely scrumptious in her darling, little uniform. She wore a thin, long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, its color white, underneath a green shell top with a V-neck design and no sleeves. The shell top had two thin, yellow stripes across the shoulders, and two more running down each side. With a high school's name and emblem stretched out across her taut, wondrous breasts, the top was also an extremely snug fit. The matching cheerleader skirt, its main color green with yellow, knife-like pleats included, was made of light cotton. The little skirt bounced and flipped about easily as Lindsay stepped closer to me. Because the skirt was so very short and low-cut, Lindsay's yellow, stretchy cheerleader panties were clearly visible. A sexy pair of knee-high white socks adorned her tender, lithe calves, with a trio of yellow ring designs at the top of each. To top her outfit off, Lindsay wore that pair of black saddle shoes. What a princess... Although she looked like a tempting, little high school freshman more now than ever before (jail-bait!), I wanted Lindsay. I wanted to corrupt her! The way that she was making me feel was simply not right! "God, Lindsay..." I growled. "You're so beautiful..." Seriously, I could have married this girl right here and now. Was there anything NOT to like about Lindsay? She had even tied her immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair into a bushy pony-tail for me! That wholesome, sweet-cheeks face and her sexy mouth enhanced with its red, glossy lips. Lindsay had a smile which could stop a freight train. Of course, one could never forget that sleek, slender figure of hers. No wonder Trish was so madly in love with this girl! I quickly realized that I was at that very same point, too! Lindsay giggled in her own, unique fashion as she turned and modeled her luscious outfit for me, the bouncy skirt flailing high on her hips as she spun around in a circle. Lindsay clutched one of her breasts through the shell top and turtleneck, then sighed and grinned at me. She knew that I was under her spell. Lindsay was in control here. The little vixen hoisted the front of her skirt up, allowing me an unobstructed view of her yellow panties. I gulped my throat at the sight as she grinned, "Want this?" "Very much so," I nodded, literally foaming at the mouth. "I figured as much!" Lindsay squealed. "But first ... I want to do a couple of cheers and dances for you. Okay?" When I did not answer - perhaps because I was in a trance as I continually gawked at this pretty young thing standing before me - Lindsay took the initiative by stepping to the center of the room. Clutching her green-and-white pom-poms and suddenly looking quite uneasy and awkward, Lindsay gulped her throat and took a long, deep breath. Obviously, she had never performed for anyone in a one-on-one setting before. Did Lindsay suddenly think of herself as Pamela, who made her living strutting her stuff and showcasing herself for others? There was no need for her to feel any kind of anxiety and/or guilt here, simply because she was with me. Young Lindsay's dancing was a bit stiff at first, as she moved and wiggled her precious, little body to an unheard musical rhythm. Perhaps Lindsay, who was so incredibly shy and humble, was wondering to herself how she had stumbled into a situation like this. Was she having second thoughts about dancing for me? Lindsay was definitely nervous. I tried to quell her anxiety by offering her a warm, appreciative smile. Lindsay seemed to take it to heart. Remarkably, that subtle, reassuring smile from me was a springboard to getting her to loosen up. Lindsay held the pair of pom-poms in front of her and churned them about in a quick, furious manner. She began to grind her tight, little ass in a sensuous display, her cheerleader skirt flipping about and flashing the inverted yellow pleats and her glove-tight panties underneath. Island Fever Ch. 12 "Release ... your spirit ... let your energy flow!" Lindsay started chanting, as if she was performing on the sidelines at a varsity football game. Her budding, young breasts flopped and bounced about underneath the fabric of her shell top. "Release ... your spirit ... GO team GO!" Lindsay punctuated her chant with a series of high kicks, each time swinging the specific leg outward and to the side, thus offering me a brief glimpse of her panties underneath. "Check out the score ... yeah, we want some more! Yeah, we ain't needy, needy ... we're just greedy, greedy!" When her eyes drifted downward and noticed the humongous lump that was stationed within my shorts, Lindsay licked her lips and gently bit her tongue in response. Perhaps she was now starting to understand the effect that this having on me. Her expression vibrant and full of erotic curiosity, the young sweetheart lowered herself to the floor and positioned her legs into a genuine straddle-split. The amazing show of flexibility was quickly overshadowed, though, once Lindsay clutched the front of her swishy skirt and pulled it up to her stomach. Lindsay offered me a shy, red-faced smile as I openly gawked at her moist, panty-covered crotch. Her pussy mound, wrapped in yellow, puffed outward between her thighs. I could see its delicate contours across the fabric. Lindsay soon sprung upward and back to her feet. Her body bumped to a silent beat as she dropped her pair of pom-poms, only then to use both hands to massage her breasts through her green top. That skirt was flipping every-which-way, naturally, and driving me insane with passion in the process. Lindsay retrieved her pom-poms and used them in her sexy routine as she mercilessly wiggled her figure and shook her ass for my adoring eyes. She turned her back to me and bent over slightly, jutting her ass outward, and went into chant. "Push 'em back! Push 'em back! Waaaaay back!" Lindsay jumped and hopped about, then turned to face me with a big smile upon her fresh, darling face. "Who is gonna win this game today? We are! We are!" Her blonde pony-tail swished from side to side as she looked directly into my eyes. "Who is gonna suck your cock today? I am! I am!" Unable to control my urges any longer, I arose from the floor and stepped forward, and quickly brought Lindsay into my arms. I moved my mouth to hers for an impassioned, ardent kiss. As Lindsay tossed her colorful pom-poms elsewhere, I drove my tongue far and deep into her heavenly mouth, even tasting her freshly-applied lipstick in the process. My hands, which really had a mind of their own, immediately ventured downward and cupped Lindsay's tender ass through the thin skirt that she wore and started to maul away at it. For as forward and vigorous as I was with her, however, Lindsay proved that she had a lot of aggression of her own to offer from that tiny, 5-foot-3, 95 pound frame of hers. I gulped against our shared kiss as she dug her right hand into my shorts and then proceeded to violently pump and stroke my hard, bulging cock. As for the kiss, she met my passion with an equal fervor all her own. Lindsay pushed my tongue back into my own mouth, then ravaged it with her own tongue. As we stood in front of the sofa, Lindsay even curled her right leg around my waist as I continued to grope and massage that tight, wondrous ass of hers. "Is this for me?" she grunted once our kiss was broken, her fingernails digging into the delicate flesh of my testicles as she continually frigged my erection within my shorts. "Is that big, hard cock for ME?" "You know it is, honey..." I breathed in response. "Lay down on the floor for me," she instructed. I balked for a moment, unable to pry my curious hands away from the sweet contours of her ass. Lindsay giggled as I offered her a quick-hitting kiss, then I finally did what she asked me to. Once I sat down upon the floor and then reclined upon it, Lindsay grabbed my shorts and quickly yanked them off. Her eyes drifted downward, toward my pulsing cock, and she licked her lips at the sight. "Do you like having your hands on my ass?" she teased me, once again lifting the hem of her skirt and offering me a view from the side. "I think you like having your hands on my ass ... don't you?" "You know I do," I told her, my voice low, but intense. "Yes, I do," she purred, her blue eyes still trained upon my erection. "But you know what? Personally, I love your big, hard cock." The young woman licked her lips once more and added, "I especially love having it in my mouth." As I moaned at those ominous words, I continued to openly gawk and stare at Lindsay's sheer beauty. Thin bangs draped across her forehead, with her long-flowing, immaculate blonde hair tied into a girlish pony-tail (just for me, I am sure). That sweet face, those pretty eyes, her innocent smile and pearly-white teeth ... Lindsay was a bona-fide princess. And oh ... did I mention the rest of her body? She was incredibly thin and petite, and at initial glance, her body screamed of jail-bait. Although Lindsay was 18, she had the aura of a young girl still developing her curves in high school. Her breasts were small and her hips were not that round, but everything about her was tight. Extremely tight. To top all of that off, Lindsay had even dressed up as a cheerleader for me this fine morning. MY GOD! The uniform she wore did nothing but accentuate her girlish appearance. Lindsay looked young, innocent, tempting ... but perhaps best of all, she was not afraid to use her charms against me. Indeed, she was coming out of that life-long shell of hers. Had the island awakened a sexual beast within this girl? Lindsay dropped to the floor with me and while hunched over upon her elbows and knees, she took my throbbing cock into her mouth and began with a hot, feverish sucking. Her mouth felt velvety and soothing as the sensations of total lust quickly began to swirl all throughout my body. Lindsay grasped the base of my cock with her little right hand and frigged away as her head gently bobbed up-and-down over it. All the while, the seductress kept her eyes glued to mine, staring at me with an excited, lustful gleam. Still sighing with my own pleasure, I brought my hands to Lindsay's head and tenderly caressed its crown. I ran my hands throughout her silky-smooth hair, then grabbed her bushy pony-tail and yanked on it ever-so-gently. Lindsay giggled for a brief moment, but continued worshipping my shaft with her exquisite, luscious mouth. Soon, however, she released the base of my erection and offered up some no-hands oral. Lindsay's head bobbed about wildly upon my cock as she clutched her own breasts through the shell top she wore, while moaning in her own passion. In response, I could do nothing but grunt and growl while continually playing and gently yanking on her pony-tail. Obviously, Lindsay had paid close attention last Thursday when the older, more experienced Trish gave her a series of pointers and suggestions on how to perform oral sex on a man. Needless to say, Lindsay was a very quick learner. Just being able to watch that pretty face as she sucked me off was enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm. I could have emptied my load right there - in her mouth - and I am certain Lindsay would not have complained. However, I had something else in mind. Something better, indeed... "Lay on the sofa, honey - on your back," I instructed her. Of course, she complied with my request. "Get close to the side of the sofa, and turn your head toward me." I nearly blew my load as she did so; the way Lindsay looked in her cheerleading uniform was making me think nervous things. With Lindsay on her back, her face turned toward me near the upper portion of the sofa, she suddenly realized what my idea was as I fisted my cock and stood up from the floor. "You're going to do my mouth with your thing?" she asked in an excited tone, her eyes focused upon my bulging erection. "Yes I am," I told her, now stroking my cock. "I'm going to fill your mouth standing up while you lay on the sofa." I stepped closer to her and said, "Open up, baby. I've got something big and tasty for you..." Lindsay snickered and then gasped as I jammed my cock hard and deep into her willing throat. I again latched onto her blonde pony-tail, and then began to eagerly thrust my hips back-and-forth in a constant, steady motion. Lindsay gagged and choked for a short moment, but managed to take the full length of my aching member into her mouth with every forward thrust, as her pretty blue eyes begged me for more. That was just what she got, too. Using the sight of the little vixen in her cheerleading uniform was all the motivation I needed as I began to thoroughly pump Lindsay's mouth and throat with all of the energy that I could muster. Despite her sheer inexperience, I was not going to accept anything less than shoving every last inch of my shaft into her mouth and down her throat. I was even prepared to JAM it into her if necessary! She screamed out in the process, but that did not deter me from my objective. I wanted to ram my cock so far down her throat that it would come out of her pussy... Perhaps that was a bit far-fetched, of course, but it was still a nice goal. Lindsay seemed to have similar thoughts in mind as the expression on her face continued begging me for more. She enjoyed the rough treatment I was giving to her throat and mouth. What better fantasy to fulfill than the spunky, little cheerleader who loves the taste of cock? I grunted and growled in wild passion as I pumped my way in-and-out of her wondrous throat. Now squeezing one of her perfect, ripe breasts with my free hand, I began to feel a bit winded as I continually drilled my way into that mouth. Soon, I felt the pleasure within me reach its boiling point. A second or two later, I screamed out in pure lust while withdrawing my shaft from her mouth. My eyes closed and head tossed back, I gripped my cock and let out another wild scream before the huge explosion within me occurred. I missed seeing the first two heavy cum-shots. But upon turning my attention back to Lindsay, I at least noticed where they landed. One was splattered across her slender, pretty neck while there was a second, long glob of sperm all over the front of her green shell top. With another one or two spurts left in me, I aimed for Lindsay's open mouth and extended tongue, and let her have it. A thick strand of sperm landed right on her tongue and chin, followed by another across her nose. She swallowed the load on her tongue down, then wiped her nose and chin clean, and licked the remainder down as well. "You came all over my top," Lindsay snickered in a wry, playful tone, gazing at me once I eventually took a step back. "I wanted it all in my mouth. I still need work on swallowing a big load and not choking." She used her fingers to gather up the excess fluid from her top, then licked them dry once again. Lindsay was quickly becoming a naughty girl! She was a bad girl who needed more sex! Needing a moment to catch my breath, I took another step back and grinned at her. "Get used to this, honey ... I think you and I may be seeing a lot of each other before it is time for you to return home." It should not come as any great surprise that I was quickly becoming addicted to this girl. No one had ever made me feel the way she did. "I'd like to have sex with you from now until the end of July," she countered, grinning. "That is when we return home, right?" She purred and added, "That would be great! Or do we go back home in August? I forget..." Lindsay reached behind her head and undid the bow which held her pony-tail in place. She shook her head vigorously, allowing the blonde tresses to fall and cascade over her neck and shoulders. I was disappointed that she had done away with her pony-tail, but only for a very short moment. "Would you like to do my pussy now?" I nearly choked in response to those words, as Lindsay offered me her most shy expression. She even batted her eyelashes and grinned, "I know that I had sex with seven different people last night, but I want more! I want a LOT more! How about it?" "I want all of you, if you are willing to give it to me," I told her in a hard, unrelenting tone. At the same time, my flaccid shaft suddenly received a newfound burst of energy. "I will take every square inch of your body if you allow me to. And I will never let go..." Lindsay smiled at me as she rose from the sofa, her eyes trained upon my face. "The panties come off, but the skirt stays on. I do not think you will have any objections to having sex with me with my uniform still on." I gulped my throat once more as she reached underneath her swishy cheerleader skirt and then slid her panties down her slender hips and thighs. Wow ... this girl was so incredibly hot! She hooked her panties around one of her saddle shoes and twirled it about before me for an instant, then kicked them off into oblivion. I groaned and shook my head, my hands reaching out and eagerly fondling her tight, firm breasts. "The skirt stays on," she reiterated, turning her back to me and then dropping down onto the carpeted floor. Still facing away from me, Lindsay lowered herself to her hands and knees. She twitched that sweet, tight ass for my adoring eyes, then glanced over her shoulder and offered me quite the impish grin. "Come on, Jeremy. Come get some..." She jutted her ass outward and flaunted it again, wanting to entice me even further. Of course, she was successful in doing so. My shaft was hard and raging yet again. Lindsay wanted me to insert my hard cock into her moist, intoxicating pussy. I was not about to disappoint her. The little tease wiggled her hips in anticipation as I got behind her, shoving my pelvis hard onto her outstretched ass. I hiked her skirt upward, past her hips, and tucked the hem into its own waistband. That scrumptious pussy looked most inviting as I literally drooled at the sight. "OH YEAH ... that feels so good!" Lindsay moaned as I then nudged my erection between the damp, puffy folds of her slit. I growled and winced at the sensations. It felt as if her pussy was violently clutching and squeezing my cock. Lindsay tossed her head back and screamed in arousal as I began to hump and thrust my way into her. Wasting no time, I grabbed her luscious hips and held on tight as I slammed myself into her. Soon, I too joined the parade of screams. Now, both of us were making an inordinate amount of noise. I wondered if any of the other ladies in the mansion could hear us. Indeed, we were that loud. Keeping a wide base with her legs spread apart, Lindsay was completely bent over the waist. Her body shook and vibrated as I hammered away at her, her shoulders perched on the floor with her face turned to the side. Her mouth was now open and her eyes were about to erupt, as she let out a series of loud, animalistic growls and screams. Not a word was said - there were only screams. Lindsay's body reached a fever pitch, then the blonde rumbled out as she was overcome with a powerful orgasm. Lindsay tumbled over onto her side upon the floor, but somehow, I managed to go right along with her and keep my cock embedded within her pussy. It was as if I was glued to her! As her orgasm progressed, I pumped her pussy some more. I wanted to get every last ounce of pleasure out of this that I could, before my cock exploded within her. When I used my right hand to slap her ass, I then lost control of myself. After one more forward stroke, I was pumping my thick and gooey seed into the 18-year-old's depths. Both of us moaned and growled together as my body experienced the wondrous joy of sweet orgasm. I kept my cock in Lindsay for quite a long time, until I was positive that all of its juices had been deposited into her. Only then, did I finally pull out. After smoothing her little skirt back down and into place, I patted Lindsay on the ass while moving up and offering her right ear a series of short nibbles and kisses. She and I were thoroughly satisfied - for the time being... "That big, monster cock of yours!" she exclaimed, her voice and breath ragged. "LORD ... that was so good!" "It was much better for me than you, sweetheart," I gasped, turning her over onto her back beneath me. "Trust me, baby. Trust me." I moaned with contentment, pressing my lips to her mouth and kissing her softly. "Damn..." "Damn what?" Lindsay giggled. "Damn ... you're so beautiful," I croaked, kissing her. "You shouldn't swear, Jeremy," she playfully scolded me. "God would most definitely frown upon you talking like that. You need to control what comes out of your mouth, Jeremy." "I can control what goes INTO your mouth," I grinned, to which she giggled. "You suck cock like a crazy woman." "I LOVE sucking your cock!" "How long were you a cheerleader in high school, dear?" "All four years," she told me. "I was a cheerleader in both the fall and winter seasons, so I never missed a football or basketball game when the team was home. But I almost quit the squad after my father passed away. A friend convinced me to stay on and tough it out. She said that being on the squad and staying active would be better than sitting at home, dwelling about the loss of my dad." "I agree with that," I told her, nodding my head for emphasis. "Hmmmmm ... you are a very religious girl, quite obviously, and you also like playing video games. Tell me more about yourself, babydoll." "What do you want to know?" "Tell me about your hobbies. What are things you enjoy?" Lindsay smiled. "Well, I live on a farm in [City Name], Ohio, and we have a couple of horses. I absolutely LOVE to go horseback riding. That is a definite hobby of mine. I am not much into the party scene. I like to stay home and be with my mom and sisters. We're all pretty close. I am also interested in fast and exotic cars ... expensive cars." "What does your mother do for a living?" "She works at some medical packaging place." "Have you been religious your entire life?" I already knew the answer to that question, but felt as if it was a good conversation piece anyway. Lindsay was a very devoted Christian girl whose father, before his untimely death, was a minister. Still, it was a good conversation question. "Oh yes," she grinned. "Very much so. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been going to church. I also sing in the church choir every Sunday." Lindsay then pouted. "That is one thing I have definitely missed while I'm on this island of yours. I ALWAYS go to church on Sunday morning. Somehow, I think I'll survive, though." Lindsay reached out and gave my cock a little squeeze with her right hand. "I will survive." "What is the one thing that you want most out of life? What would make your life successful?" "I want to be an instrument for God and try to do what God would want me to do in every situation that I face in life," was her poignant response. Certainly, it was not the type of answer someone would expect from a typical teen-ager. Lindsay, though, was far from typical. She was special! "What activities were you involved with in high school? Besides cheerleading, of course?" "Cheerleading kept me busy in the fall and winter seasons, as I said," she told me. "Then I played on the softball team one year, but wasn't any good at it. So I played on the tennis team the other three years in the spring." "You were good at tennis?" "Uh huh," she nodded. "Maybe I could play you in a game sometime," I grinned. "Kristanna is quite the tennis player, too. I bet that she would LOVE to play against you in tennis. Please tell me, sweetheart. What else were you involved in?" "Drama club, Future Homemakers of America, yearbook staff and a couple of other activities. Between all of my high school commitments and my job at the grocery store, I was always extremely busy ... ALWAYS on the go. I never really had time to just kick back and relax, take it easy. That is another reason why I love being on your island, Jeremy. I feel better and more at ease with myself than ever before. I have never felt quite this relaxed and carefree. I miss my family, yes. But this bit of me time is great." Island Fever Ch. 13 Chapter 13: "Resolution" After two days of endless rain and occasional lightning and thunder storms, the weather had finally cleared up here on the island. I woke up this morning and was pleased that there were blue skies for as far as the eye could see. I figured that after breakfast, many (if not all) of the ladies would take advantage of the beautiful weather and spend the majority of their day soaking up the sun. Seated inside my voyeur room, I smiled and looked on as indeed, everyone was enjoying the beauty of the outdoors. Myself, I was enjoying the beauty of all of these ladies. Lindsay was frolicking around in the grotto with Pamela, Trish and Amy, while it appeared as if Kristanna was leading Devon and Camille on a hike alongside the seascape of stone cliffs and mesmerizing ocean views on the island's southern side. I had been sitting here watching (and admiring) both groups for the better part of 45 minutes. However, I was not eavesdropping on either of the discussions. Not yet, anyway. I had the sound muted, and was too lost in thought. Decisions, decisions, decisions... I freely admit that when the ladies first arrived on the island nearly two weeks ago, I shot and bounced around like a ping-pong ball in an arcade machine when it came to my feelings and emotions for them. During their initial day alone, I went from Trish being my favorite, to Pamela, then Devon, to Lindsay, before eventually zeroing in on Amy that particular evening. I saw wedding bells and screaming babies in the future of yours truly and whichever woman I was currently fixated on on. The following day was was more of the same, but not quite as extreme as the one before it. I wanted to marry Pamela. As time went on, I was assured that Devon was the girl for me. But Trish, although seemingly quite elusive to me due to her own feelings toward Lindsay, was always lurking in the background as a wild card. As for Lindsay, how could I not be drawn to her like a magnet? For awhile there, I was zig-zagging amongst them like a wild man. I could have my sights set on Devon, for example, then be dreaming about seeing Pamela in a wedding dress an hour later. Then, I would go back to Devon. Or Trish. Or Lindsay, or Amy. Maybe even a fleeting thought of Camille? As I look back on those first couple of days, while I confess that it may have made me look somewhat shallow in the eyes of some, I do think my constant procrastination and indecisiveness was justified. Well, maybe not justified - perhaps understood would be the better word. Having spent the majority of the past 17 years in near isolation on this island, I was not used to others being around. I was certainly not accustomed to waking up each morning and spending my day with six drop-dead gorgeous females fluttering about (seven if you count Kristanna). Even better, all of these ladies (sans Camille) seemed to have an interest in me. Some more than others, of course. So, I could compare myself to a kid in a candy store for those first couple of days. Everything was new; it was unique, fresh, great, exciting ... I went a little overboard with some of my thoughts and emotions. Given the unique circumstances, could anyone really blame me? However, I am actually much more level-headed than that. After awhile, I realized that I needed to take a step back and not come to such hasty conclusions every single time one of these amazing, remarkable women simply lay a fingertip on me. It was not healthy for me. Nor was it constructive. Plus, it did not help me accomplish what I set out to do in bringing all of the ladies here to begin with. Most of all, it was not fair to offer them any false hope or promises. So, I took that proverbial step back and, for the past week-and-a-half, I believe that I had handled my personal emotions in a much more clear and concise manner. I had a few high spots, indeed, but nothing too extreme. I felt good. Really good. I also felt that the time was nearing for me to make a definitive choice amongst the girls, and explore the possibility of a life-long relationship with her. But how could I pick just one? Minus Camille, I could easily envision myself settling down with any of them! Seated at the control panel within my voyeur room, I focused my gaze upon the monitor which oversaw the grotto. Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy were all clearly having a good time as they soaked their wondrous bodies and relaxed in the water. For the first time this morning, I decided to flip the audio switch for the grotto on, and listen in. "I cannot believe that you are from Ohio," Amy said to Lindsay, as they waded about in the waist-deep water of the grotto in their bikinis. "You know, Jeremy is originally from Ohio too - just like us. In fact, all three of us are from the same general area - Cincinnati." As Lindsay nodded her head, Pamela offered, "Is Ohio as slow and boring as people make it out to be? I guess people think that more about Cincinnati than Ohio as a whole." "It is pretty boring," Amy admitted, before turning her attention back toward Lindsay. "Of course, I would have had a lot more fun there if I had known you back home, honey." The fertile-minded blonde blushed at those words as Amy added, "You and I could tear the walls of Cincinnati down. Just think what we could do if Jeremy was with us, too!" "Maybe all three of you should have gotten together long before now," Pamela mused. "Maybe a three-way marriage?" Trish latched onto Lindsay from behind and spoke in a protective tone, "No, please don't say that. I want Lindsay for myself." She curled her neck and planted a kiss across Lindsay's face, adding, "If this girl winds up marrying anyone, it should be me!" Pamela giggled and asked, "Do they have rules against same-sex marriages in Canada?" "I don't know," Trish replied. "I may have to find out. I would think that it is illegal in Ohio." "I wouldn't concern myself with being married or not," Amy offered. "Just as long as I went to bed each night with my face between Lindsay's legs, I'd be very happy." The 18-year-old blushed and fidgeted about in response to those words as Pamela grinned, "What about me, Amy? Would you like to go to bed with your face between MY legs?" "I already do," Amy responded, smiling. "Room-mates, remember? I've licked your pussy just about every night thus far, Pamela, until you've cum for me. Haven't I?" The exotic dancer sighed contently and answered, "Oh yes." "And used plenty of dildos on you, too," Amy added. Lindsay squirmed and writhed about some more before saying, "Maybe you could use those dildos on me sometime too, Amy. Would you like that?" The red-head's eyes flashed with definite arousal as she licked her lips at the prospects. "I'd love to. Maybe a little later tonight, or tomorrow, I can show you what true dildo-love is. I'd love to be the first to show it to you!" Pamela grinned and suggested, "Use that 24-inch monster of yours on her, Amy. Lindsay would love that." "24 INCHES?" Trish exclaimed. "She'd be split in HALF!" "That's the idea," Amy said in a wicked, devious tone. I stumbled across that conversation at the right time! Ahh, Amy. Amy Kathleen [Last Name withheld]. Could I be wrong about Amy? Underneath all of that aggression Amy would portray to others from time to time - most notably Lindsay - I got the idea that she was nothing more than a mild, little pussycat. A baby kitten, if you will. Or, that was the true Amy. That side of her had yet to come to the surface, but I felt it was there - and waiting to bust out. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps I was crazy? Maybe. But I was not alone. Kristanna even suggested that Amy was overly submissive, and that I needed to take control of her. Amy would really, truly want that, Kristanna predicted, and it would help quell her aggression and, for lack of a better term, put her in her place. Alas, I was not the dominant type - although I suppose I certainly could learn to be. I had watched a few movies and videos of the genre over the years, and they intrigued me. Regardless, I saw something in Amy. No matter how many times she had teased Lindsay, or said bad things about her behind her back (like when she told Camille that she wanted to leave Lindsay tied up all day at home, only to then arrive later on and relentlessly beat her with a strap), there was something about Amy that drew me to her. Underneath that hard and rigid exterior was a little kitty cat. And, much like me, that kitty cat was yearning for love and attention. Amy came across to me as all bark, but really just meows. Despite all of her proclamations thus far, she had yet to lay an inappropriate finger on Lindsay. Not one wrong finger on her at all! I did not think she had it in her. Amy simply liked to shock others, and get attention. She needed someone - perhaps me - to corral her, and keep her in check. Most of all, Amy needed someone to love her. Unlike the majority of the ladies here, I had been witness to the other side of Amy. I had seen different variations of her personality from time to time. She was not always harsh and abrasive. In fact, while around me for the most part, Amy seemed humble and ... kind? But whatever the perception others had of her, there was definitely a strong chemistry between us, and it could not be ignored. Of course, the bigger concern was whether or not I could envision marrying Amy in the future and spending the rest of my life with her. Was Amy wife material? Would she be a good wife and an even better mother? Quite simply, I think she could. I could easily picture wedding bells in our future. Mind you, several things would have to change and others would need to fall perfectly into place, but I could see it. I also had the idea that Amy - for the right man - could be the picture-perfect, ideal (and faithful) wife. Again, call me crazy. What about Lindsay? Lindsay was an entirely different story for me. Lindsay was the tight, little teen-ager fresh off of graduation who was making me feel as if I was back in high school myself. Remember, I am 39 years of age. With Lindsay, though, it seemed as if I was somehow getting to partake in all those things that I missed out on when I was younger. When I was growing up, the head cheerleader at my school certainly never seemed to notice me. Ahhhhh ... Bonnie was her name. I often wondered if Bonnie was aware that I even existed. Here on the island, though, our head cheerleader was not only ready, willing and able to do pom-pom dances and chants for me on demand, but she also could not seem to keep her mouth away from my cock. I wanted to take Lindsay to the prom. We did not have a prom here on the island, but perhaps I could come up with some ideas and create one of our own. I wanted to take Lindsay out to the movies and make out with her in the back corner. I wanted to take Lindsay to the mall and walk around with her for hours on end. I wanted to hold her hand and ask her if her mother would mind me coming over for dinner. I wanted to call her on the telephone at night and tell her how much she meant to me. I even wanted to pass silly, little notes to her in class when the teacher wasn't looking. Indeed, Lindsay made me feel as if I was in high school again. However, there was a cold, harsh reality here. I was not in high school. I was so out of touch with things that even if I was still in high school, I had no chance of fitting in whatsoever. Not only that, but I had 21 years of age on Lindsay. I was old enough to be her father. Yikes! Kristanna made this point to me originally, and I was now starting to see it too. Lindsay was too young for me. More importantly, I was too old for her. I could live with Lindsay being younger than me. That was not the issue. The problem was I could not live with myself being so much older than her. It was not fair to her. Oh, I had great fun with Lindsay. I planned to continue to do so for as long as she was a guest on my island. But in all seriousness, and with a rational head, I could not see Lindsay as my bride-to-be. Sadly, there was no way. When she was my age, I would be 60. At 39, I could not see myself with a 60-year-old woman. I could flip that around and say the same for Lindsay. Would it be fair to her? If she and I were to get married, Lindsay would most likely be a widow by the time she turned 50. I certainly do not want her to spend the final 20 years of her life with such a void. Again, that would not be fair to her at all. Perhaps I would think differently if Lindsay showed those type of feelings for me, but she did not. Not yet, anyway. Nor did I expect her to. Yes, Lindsay liked me. It was safe to say that she had a major crush on me. Whenever we got together, she and I definitely had a blast. But that did not mean that Lindsay had any notion of a life-long commitment in mind. At her age, she would, quite honestly, be foolish to. I was crazy about the girl and she would forever have a place in my heart, but I had to cross Lindsay off the list. Unless something drastic and unexpected happens, that is. Then there was the case of Trish. Trish was a shining beacon of light. She had the personality and the presence to light up even the darkest of rooms. Trish was so incredibly kind and giving. She had one of the biggest hearts of any human being I had ever known. Plus, Trish was so positive and energetic all of the time. She was so driven and goal oriented. Nothing could stop her. The problem for me with Trish had not changed, though. She was in love with Lindsay, and blind to everyone else. Unfortunately, that included me. Trish was the wild card of the group for me. She was the sleeper. If this woman had shown even half of the interest in me that Pamela and Devon did, I would be all over her. I was that enamored with Trish. I would consider myself to be the luckiest man alive to have a woman like her in my life and on my arm. Alas, Trish seemed to look at me as nothing more than a friend - and someone who helped her facilitate the popping of Lindsay's virginal cherry. If her feelings were to change, though, I could easily fall into the abyss with Trish and never find my way back. I wanted to open up and give her so much love and affection. But again, the circumstances were not right. Nor did they appear that they ever would be. Sad, but true. But what an awesome person Trish was. She will make someone very happy one day. Perhaps Lindsay? Indeed, Trish was my one and only chick. She was a cool chick. Thus, I had narrowed my choices down. I really needed to focus my attention over the coming days and (perhaps) weeks on the two ladies who had shown the most interest in me thus far. Of course, I had shown quite a vested interest in them as well. Those two ladies were none other than ... yes, you guessed it - Pamela and Devon. Pamela was, by far, the most intriguing of all of the women to me. How could someone with the mind and IQ of a genius have subjected herself to being an exotic dancer for the past 11 years? Just how many people had actually witnessed the beauty of a nude Pamela before? Thousands? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Perhaps even a million or more? I would bet on the latter. 11 years is certainly a long time when the customers are always filing in and out, and the faces are new. Of course, I did not look at Pamela as a stripper. Why? Pamela was better than that to me. Much better. All I had to do was try and match wits with her, and she would pound me every single time. Trish may have been my chick, but Pamela was my librarian. Busty librarian, that is. Nor did I care that Pamela was a stripper. In my eyes, at least, she was not a stripper any longer. I was not going to hold that against her in the slightest. That career had helped shape her into the person that she is today. Needless to say, that was a person whom I cared about very deeply. I liked to compare Pamela with Amy in the sense that both ladies were clearly looking for something that had yet to come along in their respective lives. They both wanted someone to sweep them off their feet and treat them with the love, dignity and respect that they so richly deserve. Hey, I could do that - especially for Pamela. The easiest and most simple way for me to describe Devon is to say that she was a good woman. She was good, and clean. Devon was the type of woman that you wanted to take home to your family. She was the type of woman who your mother would be proud to call her daughter. Devon literally had no faults. She was, in a word, flawless. Devon was full of the sunshine and sweetness that could make my knees weak and tremble. She was fierce and loyal to a fault. She was honest and forthcoming. There was not a mean or deceitful cell within her entire body. Plus, on top of all of that, Devon was just so damn adorable. Polite and with an ever-present smile, even her voice was soft and silky. There was nothing not to like about her. It also helped that from her very first evening on the island, Devon had been putting moves on me left and right. She was definitely interested in a relationship with me, and was not afraid to let me (or anyone else) know, either. I felt so much at ease whenever I was with Devon. Plain and simple, she made me happy. Kristanna recently told me that God had created the two of us - Devon and yours truly - for each other. We were destined to meet, Kristanna claimed, and embark on the rest of our lives in unison. Perhaps Kristanna was right? Trust me, she was rarely wrong. So, I had my initial list. It was a rough draft of not only who I considered to be the best fit for me amongst all of the women, but it also included if I was the proper fit for them as well. It took many different things and factors into consideration - some of which I touched upon above. It was in no way scientific. And, it was subject to change. ------- 1. Devon 2. Pamela (And now, a massive drop-off) :- 3. Amy 4. Trish 5. Lindsay 6. Camille (only because I had to mention her). ------- "I know all da little nooks and crannies of dis island," Kristanna said in that quirky accent of hers, as she guided Devon and Camille on a nature walk. I had now decided to listen in and eavesdrop on their conversation from the prime comfort of my voyeur room. Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy, meanwhile, were still enjoying themselves in the grotto. "Jeremy has shown me everyding dare is to see here," Kristanna added. " can take yew yust about anyvare on da island. I know it all real vell." "You're taking us to a waterfall now, right?" Camille confirmed. "I could use a dip in the water." "Not a vaterfall," the Norwegian returned. "A basin of fresh-vater. Dare is cliff to dive off of. It be fun!" "You know Jeremy a lot better than the rest of us," Devon said to Kristanna, as Camille followed them along a narrow pathway. "Can I ask if Jeremy is as nice and sweet as he seems? I mean, I've never met anyone who is as soft-spoken and respectful as he is. It's like he's not real sometimes." "Oh, Jeremy be real," Kristanna grinned. "Very real. He vants to find a vife and get married, and settle down, vid a family. I cannot ever remember Jeremy being mad or upset. Vat yew see is vat yew get vid him ... it is not an act. Dat is nicest man any of yew vill ever meet, ya." "He is by far the nicest person I've ever come across," Devon swooned. "I just wonder why he has spent so much time in isolation ... in solitare, here." "Here ve are!" Kristanna announced. Devon, Kristanna and Camille had finally reached their destination on the southern side of the island. I panned the hidden camera back for a quick moment and took in their surroundings; it was simply beautiful. With a volcanic mountain as their backdrop, the ladies would have a 40-foot cliff to jump off of into a basin of fresh, crystal-clear water. The walls of the cliff were a lush green, and the entire area was shaded because of the crowded mass of huge, majestic trees which surrounded it. Island Fever Ch. 13 The setting was nature at its purest. As the owner of this island, I had saw to it over the past few years that visitors were kept to a minimum. Unlike all of the lovely women here now, this land was literally a virgin territory. Except for the mansion and its facilities, and a few other areas, the entire island was the same as God had created it. Partly because of this, it truly was an island paradise. The lump in my shorts which resulted because of Amy's promise of what she planned to do to Lindsay in the future was still there (a 24 inch dildo, and all), so I began rubbing it while watching the trio of Devon, Kristanna and Camille ascend the hill that led up to the cliff's edge. Indeed, it was a real pleasure to watch Devon and Camille bounce about in their bikinis. Their bodies were not only voluptuous, but also irreproachable. Kristanna had a beautiful and perfect body as well, but in a much different way. She was very tall (5-foot-11) and thin (115 pounds), and her legs were so long and graceful that they never seemed to end. Who would want them to end? Her breasts were not quite as developed as those of Devon or Camille. Considering that both of them sported a proud and majestic D-cup, not many women could match up with Devon or Camille in that regard anyway. Kristanna, though, had the look and aura about her of a tall, lithesome runway model. As all three ladies reached the top of the cliff, they debated over should take the first plunge into the basin below. It was a steep drop of 40 feet which seemed scary, until you jumped off - when it became exhilarating. The spirited debate ended when Camille, in a playful way, offered Devon an unsuspecting shove in the back. Devon fell off of the cliff and into the fresh water below, all the while screaming out in a mad, surprised frenzy. Devon plunged deep into the cool, crystal-clear water, but once she re-surfaced, the 27-year-old thrashed her arms about and looked up at the two women who heartily laughed some 40 feet above her. "CAMILLE! I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THAT!" Camille, along with Kristanna, snickered as they glared down at Devon. "It was your idea to come here!" Camille yelled back at her, still laughing. "You go first!" The laughing stopped, however, once Camille received a push in the back - courtesy of Kristanna. Camille yelled and screeched as she fell down into the water, some 20 feet away from her luscious room-mate. As Devon then made her way over to Camille, Kristanna went into an absolute rage of laughter at what she had just accomplished. "KRISTANNA!" Camille exclaimed once she re-surfaced, just before Devon jumped onto her and wrestled her beneath the water. Both ladies frolicked around, each grappling one another, for several seconds. In the process, Devon managed to tear away Camille's bikini top and toss it elsewhere. "Here goes nudding!" Kristanna exclaimed as she jumped off of the cliff. With her knees tucked into her chest, the young woman hit the water with a heavy splash. Devon and Camille immediately swam over to her, and soon the trio of lusty ladies were involved in a playful bout of wrestling, hair-pulling and bikini-ripping. When it was all said and done, they had easily stripped each other of their swimsuits. It was a very lighthearted and playful game they had just taken part in. It was easy to tell that they were having a great time together. The ladies did not even bother to gather up their torn bikinis while getting out of the water and once again, ascending the trail which led to the cliff's edge. This time, Camille gave Kristanna's ass a swat and threatened to push her off the edge if she refused to jump on her own. Kristanna did not test her - she did jump. However, she also latched onto Camille's arms just before the jump, and the two women screamed as they hit the water together. I smiled while Devon laughed; Kristanna and Camille soon paddled above water and started fighting again. They were pretty focused on each other until Devon splashed down into the basin about ten feet away from them. Kristanna and Camille put an end to their squabbling and met Devon as she re-surfaced. Camille immediately hugged the stacked blonde and offered her mouth a nice, slow kiss. "Vare is me kiss?" Kristanna chirped, her broken English bringing a smile to my face. She was such a sweetheart! Camille placed her hands onto Devon's shoulders, then guided her toward Kristanna, who immediately took her into her arms and offered up a sweet, touching kiss. "This island really is a paradise!" Camille exclaimed, as she watched Devon and Kristanna share in their mutual kiss. "It's a haven for pussy!" Devon and Kristanna were so focused on their kiss as they treaded water that I am not certain if either of them heard Camille's words. When that kiss finally did end, though, Kristanna swam over to Camille and planted her lips on hers for a tongue-filled exchange of their own. Devon snickered as she then began to splash Kristanna and Camille with an onslaught of water. Of course, they were quick to retaliate. I grinned at the sight. It was wonderful to watch the three of them frolicking and playing together like this. It was a genuine moment, indeed. Soon, the fight came to an end and all three ladies were paddling their way to the small, sandy beach at the water's edge. Devon had brought a collection of towels with her, and some of them were already spread out over the sand. Devon, Kristanna and Camille were still all giggles and smiles as they then got out of the water. Camille offered Kristanna's ass another hard, stinging swat with her hand, which did nothing but bring even more snickers and laughs. Kristanna returned the favor, smacking Camille's ass with her own hand. They were having a lot of fun together. "Want to go back up the hill for another jump?" Devon asked. "I get to push someone off this time!" Camille wrapped her arms around Devon's hot body and replied, "I'd rather stay right here, honey." To reinforce her point, Camille placed her lips onto Devon's mouth and offered her a very long, slow-paced kiss. Kristanna looked on and nodded approvingly as Devon and Camille swapped tongues; their big, firm breasts squished hard together as they embraced. Kristanna reached out with her right hand and stroked Devon's rounded hips, then ran her fingers throughout the Pennsylvanian's long blonde hair. Devon responded to the gentle touching by extending her arm and then bringing Kristanna into the embrace with her and Camille. Now a three-way hug, Devon and Camille broke their mutual lip-lock so they could each exchange sloppy, wet kisses with the charming Kristanna. Both ladies placed a hand on Kristanna's tender ass and offered it a rough squeeze. They continued trading kisses with her until all three women dropped to their knees and then sat down upon the collection of spread-out towels. Devon pulled away from the intense coupling, which allowed Kristanna and Camille to heat one another up - as only they could. The pair of lust-lovers shared kisses and felt each other up as Devon then produced a big dildo from one of the folded-up towels, and waved it menacingly before them. Camille broke the kiss with Kristanna and looked at the huge toy, her eyes sparkling. "You must have borrowed that from Amy, huh? She is the dildo queen!" Camille laughed at her own words before Kristanna sought out her mouth and offered her yet another hard, unrelenting kiss. I took my cock out of my shorts and began stroking away as Devon placed the dildo between her lush breasts, letting it linger there. She gently slid the tool up-and-down her vast, deepened cleavage, while watching the intense lip-and-tongue action between Kristanna and Camille. Devon then used her free hand to cup and squeeze one of her own breasts. "How many dildos do yew have right now?" Kristanna asked once she parted lips with Camille. "One," Devon replied. "That was all Amy let me borrow." Devon then shuddered as she brought the enormous joy-toy between her outstretched thighs and stroked her clitoris with it. "I can't complain, though. This one is a doozy!" Kristanna and Camille looked at each other, grinning. Next, the pair of ladies crawled over to their masturbating friend and offered her two kisses at the same time - one on each side of the face. "Would you like me to help you with that dildo?" Camille asked, her eyes flashing. "Please do..." Devon sighed in response. She handed the instrument of pleasure over to her room-mate and reclined back upon the towel, her thighs spread wide. "Please do!" "Can I varm her up first?" Kristanna asked, a sheepish grin across her elegant face, as she looked at Camille. "Sure, honey," the Latina replied. "Get her all nice and wet for me." Camille then brought the dildo to her mouth and gently sucked on its tip. "But you gotta hurry up, though. Devon wants me to fuck her with this thing." Kristanna smiled sweetly at her girlfriend before settling down between Devon's luscious, widespread thighs. I watched as she used two fingers to thrust them in-and-out of the bombshell's slit, before extending her tongue and offering that anxious pussy a series of long, thorough swipes. Camille sat off to the side, still sucking the dildo's head, while also watching the action with an excited gleam on her face. I wondered to myself if she had any plans for Kristanna with that dildo, too. Only time would tell... "Oh yes..." Devon panted as she lay back, her head up as she watched Kristanna provide her with some oral and finger worship. "Oh yes, baby. That's it. That's how I like it. HMMMMM ... sweet, darling Kristanna! Oh yeah!" I was still stroking my cock as Kristanna continued to give Devon's pussy swipe after thick swipe with her skilled tongue. Simultaneously, she thrusted two fingers in-and-out of the blonde's heated folds, causing Devon's magnificent body to shudder about in both excitement and passion. Camille reached out and caressed Kristanna's firm, tight ass with her free hand as she still sucked on the big dildo. Next, she withdrew the pleasure tool from inside her mouth and jammed it between Kristanna's quivering thighs. As she orally serviced Devon, Kristanna's body suddenly bucked and writhed about as she screamed in lust. "Oh God!" she exclaimed, turning her head and looking back at Camille. "I dought yew verr going to do Devvy vid dat big ding!" "I am," Camille countered, inserting the full length of the dildo into Kristanna's willing pussy. "I'm just giving you a taste of it." She grinned and looked at Devon for a brief moment, saying, "You'll get this after her." Kristanna moaned in acknowledgment as Camille then nuzzled what looked to be 12 inches of hard, plastic love into those damp, moist folds. Hey, I wanted a taste! Camille thrusted the object in-and-out several times, causing the enchanting 23-year-old to scream out once again. Then, she took the dildo out and immediately motioned for Kristanna to move away from Devon. Kristanna did as instructed, then watched with interested eyes as Camille settled between her room-mate's thighs. She offered Devon's little pussy a long, slow swipe with her tongue, just before inserting the dildo and driving it deep. "OH YESSSSS!" Devon screamed in response, her neck and back arched as she clutched her own breasts. "YESSSSS!" Camille wasted no time as she quickly began to thrust the big tool in-and-out of Devon's velvety slit. She kept her eyes focused on Devon's face the whole time, her hand and arm a blur as she pounded away with the big dildo. Meanwhile, Kristanna looked on and smiled as she pinched and tweaked her own nipples. From my own personal experience with her, Kristanna derived pleasure from seeing others have pleasure. That was a wonderful trait to have. "YESSSSS!" Devon continued to scream, her body squirming and writhing about madly. "OH YES! OH CAMMY! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG THING! FUCK ME WITH IT! YES CAMMY, YES! YES!" Kristanna decided to join in on the fun, too. With her back to Devon, she swung one knee over the blonde's upper body and quickly settled there. At the same time, Kristanna reached forward and held onto Devon's lower legs - spreading them even further apart - as Camille continued assaulting her nether regions with the big, nasty dildo. As Devon screamed, Kristanna smiled, still holding onto and keeping her legs spread far apart. The young woman had a perfect view of Camille as she hammered her girlfriend with the massive pleasure tool. Soon, as Devon continued to voice her approval, she reached forward with both hands and began massaging Kristanna's ass. Kristanna reached down with one hand and helped Camille thrust the plastic dildo into Devon's overheated pussy. Now, both of them were drilling her with it. Devon could do nothing but scream and wail out in her own passion - the sounds literally echoing throughout the entire island. "OH GOD!" she exclaimed. "I'M GONNA CUM!" Kristanna and Camille smiled with pure delight as they continued pummeling the stacked blonde with the dildo, even as her body went through the joyous progression of orgasm. Bucking and thrashing about on the towel, Devon's screams and squeals of passion did not lessen for several seconds. The two lovely ladies - particularly Camille - obviously had done a nasty, but good number on her. Finally, after the sensations had come and gone, Devon's frantic sounds of satisfied lust faded away as Kristanna and Camille withdrew the dildo from her soaked pussy. Camille put the dildo back into her mouth and sucked on it like it was a real cock, while keeping a watchful eye on Kristanna. The pair of beauties looked at each other and whatever was not verbally said between them, was instead conveyed in their passionate expressions. On her knees, Camille backed away from Devon and took a seat, then pulled Kristanna down so she was sprawled across her lap. "Are yew going to spank me?" Kristanna asked, her voice hopeful. Myself, I thought a spanking was definitely in order. "I have been a very naughty girl lately." "No," Camille replied, which surprised both Kristanna and I. The dark-haired beauty smiled at Devon, who was still laying down and in the process of recovering from her orgasm. Camille picked up the dildo and said, "What do you think?" Devon sat up and smiled at the lust-couple before her. "I think Kristanna likes it in the ass." "Nooooo..." the Norwegian protested, albeit weakly. "I yust got dat from Amy during da gang-bang of Jeremy." Camille grinned while offering Kristanna a hard swat on the ass. "You want it, baby. We know you do." "Shove that big dildo clear up her ass!" Devon encouraged. Spread across Camille's trusting lap, Kristanna's body shivered and shook in a mixture of passion and anticipation. "Oh God..." she whined, obviously giving into her desires. "I vant to be fucked in da ass again!" "I have an idea," Devon said, straightening up and then getting onto her hands and knees. She looked at Camille and added, "Why don't you fuck Kristanna in her ass while I am beneath her, licking her pussy?" The leggy blonde squealed at those words while Camille smiled approvingly. "Sounds like an excellent idea! That way, you two could 69 each other." "That's even better!" Devon grinned, before rolling onto her back and spreading her thighs far apart. Camille offered Kristanna's ass another hard swat before she crawled over to Devon. Once there, Kristanna settled her glistening pussy just above Devon's face while also nuzzling her own head between those outstretched thighs. The ladies immediately started to lap and lick away at each other while Camille lubricated the dildo as best she could, by sucking it into her mouth. In the 69 position, Devon and Kristanna shuddered together in total arousal as they continued to orally worship one another. Soon, Camille got onto her knees and withdrew the dildo from her mouth. With her left hand, she reached across her body and latched-onto Kristanna's sweet ass, offering it a massage. Then, she used her right hand to rub the dildo's big tip over and across the vixen's tight, puckered anus. Kristanna whined and squealed in response as Camille inserted the thick object into her rectum. Being slow and careful, Camille prodded the instrument into her lover as Devon continued to pleasure Kristanna in the 69 position with her tongue. Inch after tantalizing inch disappeared into Kristanna's anus until half of it was embedded in her. I let out a wild growl and came all over my hand and legs once Camille started to move the dildo in-and-out of Kristanna's ass. At the same time, I could see Devon using her tongue on the young woman's little pussy. I wonder what Kristanna felt like at this moment in time? "OH YEAH," Camille purred, in excitement. "This girl DOES like it in the ass!" With every forward thrust into Kristanna's bowels, Camille used more strength and power with her arm. She was jamming the dildo deep into her while also lessening the time between strokes. Soon, Camille's arm was a blur as she dildo-drilled Kristanna's ass. Even though my cock was deflated, I continued to stroke and rub it anyway - wanting to inject some more life into it. Watching this trio do their lusty thing together, along with my hand, would eventually do the trick. A quick check of the other active monitor told me that the quartet of Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy were wading about in the grotto. Although they were now laughing and having a good time together, I was not about to tear my attention away from the three-some at the basin. The only possible way that would happen was if Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy were to start a four-some of their own. "FUCK!" the usually sweet and well-mannered Kristanna screamed as Camille continued the dildo-thrusting assault on her rectum. "OOOOOH FUCK! DAT DING ... RIPPING ME ASS!" Camille giggled at those words while Devon kept up her tongue-lapping action on Kristanna's pussy. Soon, the blonde was bucking and thrashing about like never before as her obscene screams echoed loudly throughout the whole area. Eventually, the pressure and excitement got to be too much for her to handle. Kristanna let out one final scream before burying her face between Devon's luscious thighs. Her tongue went to work as her body experienced what was obviously a very massive and intense orgasm. Not one to relent, Devon continued with her own tongue-lapping on Kristanna while Camille still pounded the young minx with the big, nasty dildo for several seconds. When Kristanna's lovely body finally went limp, Camille withdrew the dildo from her rectum and then smiled in a very satisfied manner. Next, Devon maneuvered herself out from underneath Kristanna, allowing Camille to see the sweet nectar which had just been oozed all over her face. Camille smiled at Devon before taking the siren into her arms and kissing her madly. Then, Camille broke the kiss and started to lick away at Devon's face - wanting the tasty ejaculatory fluids from Kristanna's pussy all for herself. Laying in a satisfied heap off to the side, Kristanna looked at her two lovers as they quivered together. For good measure, she then slipped a hand between her lean, majestic legs and began masturbating with two extended fingers. "Now it's your turn," Devon said to Camille, snatching the dildo from her. "You fucked me and Kristanna with this thing. Now it's your turn to know what it feels like!" Devon gave Camille a shove on the shoulder, causing the Mexican to fall backwards - onto her back. When Camille's succulent thighs parted (most likely on instinct), Devon immediately plunged the plastic-encased dildo between them and directly into her hot, moist pussy. "YEAH!" Devon roared, already starting to thrust the big tool in-and-out of Camille's burning slit. "Payback time!" Devon giggled with delight as Camille wailed with pleasure; soon, she POUNDED her room-mate's pussy with the dildo. Island Fever Ch. 13 My cock was getting hard once again, rather rapidly, as I stroked it. But at the same time, I was not the only one who was masturbating. Kristanna still had two fingers buried deep, twiddling away, as she kept a watchful eye on the passionate, lust-ridden couple before her. "Oh yeah..." Camille whined, her body shuddering in mad desire. "Oh yeah, baby! Do me ... Do me! Do me harder!" Her face all red and flushed, Camille locked eyes with Devon as the Pennsylvanian hammered her pussy with the dildo. "Oh yeah, baby!" she continued. "Oh yeah! OH FUCK YEAH!" Kristanna suddenly rose up to her knees and went over to the pretty couple, where she pressed her lips to Devon's awaiting mouth and kissed her savagely. The pair of ladies vibrated together as their tongues dueled and danced as one between their opened mouths. Soon, Kristanna had both arms wrapped around Devon's shoulders, embracing her tightly. Camille's voluptuous body squirmed about in pure arousal as Devon continued forth with the dildo-driven pounding. At the same time, Camille eyed both Devon and Kristanna, her expression ablaze with raw emotion. Soon, Kristanna brought both of her hands to Devon's full breasts and groped them thoroughly. After several seconds of this, Kristanna then slipped her right hand between Devon's creamy thighs and began eagerly massaging her pussy. The sultry 27-year-old moaned for a moment, then bore down and deepened the intensity of her shared kiss with Kristanna. As she continued to whine out her pleasure, Camille latched onto Kristanna's right calf with her left hand and caressed it tenderly. This caused the Norwegian to break her kiss with Devon, then turn and smile in response toward Camille. She countered by extending her tongue outward, to which Kristanna immediately leaned down and closed her lush mouth over Camille's for a deep, languid kiss. Now able to focus all of her energy into dildo-loving, Devon used every last fiber of strength in her hand and arm as she absolutely hammered Camille's pussy with the huge joy-toy. As a result, Camille's body tensed as her neck and back arched, her hips raising off the ground. Seconds later, Camille screamed against her shared kiss with Kristanna as the passion juices began to flow from her pussy. Devon continued to throttle Camille with the dildo while Kristanna kept her mouth occupied with her own. Meanwhile, I stroked myself to a rather intense orgasm. I could not believe how voracious and insatiable these women seemed to be! They were absolute, sexual predators! Perhaps if Devon was indeed the one that I ultimately married, I would have to allow her a full-time girlfriend to help satisfy her. Hey, that was not a bad idea!... ------- It was 9:45pm that very same evening when I found myself perched in a familiar spot - the control panel in my beloved voyeur room. On one screen, the duo of Kristanna and Trish were once again practicing their martial arts skills in the large central room, which was located downstairs. Kristanna was the expert in an Israeli form of the martial arts called Krav Maga, while Trish's main specialty was kickboxing. As Kristanna and Trish sparred together in a very safe and controlled manner, my sweet Devon was relaxing on the sofa off to the side. It was clearly obvious to me that she was interested in what Kristanna and Trish were doing. Perhaps Devon wanted to take up self-defense, too? On the other active monitor, however, the four-some of Pamela, Lindsay, Amy and Camille were all seated upon the floor in the front room of the estate. Their conversation definitely appeared to be very light and playful. All of them were giggling and having a great time together. "My first sexual experience, believe it or not, was with another girl," Pamela said as I flipped the hidden microphone for the front room on. This sounded very interesting... "Do tell!" Camille cooed, her voice full of enthusiasm. "It happened when I was just a sophomore in high school," Pamela began. "I was only 15. Her name was Angelina." "What did Angelina look like?" Camille inquired. Pamela smiled and responded, "Angelina was beautiful. She had jet-black hair, a gorgeous face and an awesome body." Amy giggled. "Sounds like someone I would like to meet!" "You have never met a pussy you would not like, Amy," Pamela chided her. "A cock too, for that matter." "Ain't that the truth!" Camille giggled. "Anyway," Pamela resumed, "Angelina and I were the best of friends. We had known each other since pre-school. Every Saturday night, we would have a sleep-over. One week it was at her house, the next week it was at mine." "Just the two of you?" Amy confirmed. "Yes, just the two of us," Pamela nodded. "I can look back on it now and realize that Angelina had a crush on me for a very long time. I did not realize it then, though. One night during a sleep-over, though, that all changed." "Angelina and I would always stay up late into the night and talk. We would talk about anything and everything. School, teachers, fashion ... guys we liked. I guess it was like one or two o'clock in the morning this one night when Angelina asked me if I had ever been kissed. I was only 15 back then, and I hadn't been on my first date yet. So I told her that the answer was no, I had never been kissed." "I think I know where this is going," Amy grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "In fact, I know I do." Pamela smiled and continued, "Angelina told me that she had been kissed before. She said how wonderful it made her feel. Her exact words were that it felt as if she had been knocked off her feet, and fireworks went off overhead. She made it sound so great ... and it made me very jealous." "We then started talking about guys we would like to kiss. Guys at school, movie stars and musicians ... even a teacher both of us liked. All of the talk was making me pretty hot. I told Angelina that I needed to find a boyfriend, preferably one of those guys we talked about, and kiss him. I wanted to get my first kiss out of the way so very bad." "Angelina then told me that I did not have to wait. She said my first kiss was closer than I ever expected it could be. Naturally, I was confused and had no idea what she was hinting at." Amy nodded in approval as Pamela mused, "All of a sudden, Angelina pressed her lips to mine and kissed me." "We have ignition!" Amy exclaimed. "I freaked out at first, and pulled away from her," Pamela said. "I really had no idea what to think. I asked Angelina what she was doing. I told her she was crazy. And I told her that I was not one of those lesbians I had heard about." "Angelina said there was nothing for me to be upset about. She said that her kissing me did not make me a lesbian. Angelina's claim was that she wanted me to know what it felt like to be kissed. She told me that I was her best friend and she did not want me to be left out in the cold anymore." "Still, I was kind of worried and frantic. I was against it. I asked her what if our friends at school got wind of this. Our reputations would be ruined. Surely, we would not be welcome on the cheerleading squad anymore. I just kept rambling and rambling on until ... she kissed me again." "This time, Angelina got on top of me and immediately slid her tongue into my mouth," Pamela swooned, with a far-out expression upon her face. "When I felt her tongue first touch mine, it was as if the world had stopped. There was nothing for me to protest or complain about anymore. A sudden rush of excitement seemed to wash over my body all at once ... and I was hooked. I kissed her back." Lindsay, who had been quiet for the discussion thus far, simply sat by and listened to Pamela's storytelling while openly massaging herself through the white cotton shorts she wore. There was a definite look of arousal upon her sweet, enchanting face as she gazed squarely at Pamela. "That kiss must have lasted a good minute or two," the buxom blonde continued. "When it was over, Angelina kind of pulled away and smiled at me. She knew I was hooked. She kissed me again. And again. And again. Everything she did was so slow and sensual, but also powerfully erotic." "I was floating on cloud nine, for sure, but then got my senses back when Angelina started to tell me how beautiful I was. She asked if anyone else had ever told me how gorgeous I was. All the while, she was groping and massaging my breasts with her hands. I wanted to complain and stop her, but I couldn't. I was SOOOOO turned on. My pajama top came off and then she was going from breast to breast, licking and sucking on each of my nipples. It got me even more hot." "Angelina kept telling me how pretty I was. Soon, I felt my pajama bottoms being pulled down. Once again, I wanted to protest, but I couldn't. My body was on fire. Angelina went from complimenting me to saying that she had wanted to do this with me for as long as she could remember. An instant later, her head was between my thighs." "Oh Lord..." Lindsay groaned, still frigging her pussy through the shorts she wore. "I cannot tell you how many times I've fantasized about a friend seducing me like that!" Pamela nodded her head and continued, "I couldn't believe that I was letting another girl do this to me, but I was so aroused and excited. Angelina's tongue was all that mattered to me. She was slow and loving, and brought me to an orgasm that I will never, EVER forget. She lapped up my juices and then we started kissing again." "It gets kind of hazy after that," Pamela murmured. "I think we fell asleep in each others' arms, but when I woke up in the morning, Angelina was gone. My mom said that she had woke up early and went home. I called her, but there was no answer. The day after that, Monday, I immediately sought Angelina out in school and found her. Angelina said she was afraid that I hated her because, in her own words, she had coerced and seduced me into sex. She was about to cry." "I assured her that was not the case. Instead, I told Angelina that both of my parents would be working late that day, and my two sisters would be out with their friends. I asked Angelina if she would like to go over to my house after cheerleading practice, because I wanted her to use her tongue on me again. And I wanted to return the favor." "From that point on, Angelina and I were the closest of friends," Pamela added. "Let me tell you ... Angelina and I shared EVERYTHING. We dated and saw a lot of other people throughout the years, but she was always there for me when I needed her, and vice-versa." Pamela frowned and added, "But she got transferred in her job six or seven years ago, and except one time, I never saw her again. She now lives in Southern California, and is married." Lindsay must have brought herself to her own orgasm with her twiddling fingers. I definitely got that sense as she sat up with a flushed look upon her face, before shaking her head vigorously as if to clear the cobwebs. Amy smiled at her. "How many times did you fantasize about that exact scenario happening to you, honey?" "Every night," Lindsay admitted, taking a deep breath. "Any particular girl?" Camille wondered. Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. "I was attracted to a lot of girls, but there was this one at the grocery store where I work at. Her name was Megan. She still works there, I guess. We have always been friends, but I have the biggest crush on her. I'm a cosmetics clerk there, and Megan works in non-foods. A lot of times, since I help out in non-foods and she helps out in cosmetics whenever the need arises, we work together for an entire shift. Megan is probably my best friend, but I could never tell her that I'm attracted to her. She would want nothing to do with me!" "How do you know that?" Amy inquired. "What if Megan fantasizes every night about sticking her face between your legs, and licking your pussy?" Lindsay fidgeted about at the very idea as Amy continued, "What if she lays in bed at night and fingers herself to sleep, fantasizing about you? Maybe ... rimming your tight, little ass with her tongue?" "AMY!" Lindsay squealed, now very uncomfortable. "That is the problem in today's world," Amy commented. "Everyone is afraid to say what is on their mind, and let their feelings be known. How long have you known Megan?" "She started working there a few months after I did, which was two years ago," Lindsay responded. "What if Megan has the same thoughts about you, Lindsay?" Amy asked. "What if? Just think about it. What if? You have wasted two whole years by not talking to Megan, and letting her know how you feel." Amy smiled as a familiar, wicked gleam came to her eyes. "For two years, you could have been sneaking off on your break to a dark corner of the storage room where you work, and licking Megan's pussy." Amy giggled as she concluded, "Maybe even inviting a couple of guys back there to join in on the fun..." "Oh Lord..." Lindsay moaned, fidgeting about at the idea. "I'm not that type of girl, Amy!" Camille broke out into a fit of hysterical laughter. "YOU'RE NOT THAT TYPE OF GIRL? You just had an orgy with six other women at once the other night." Lindsay lowered her head in a momentary bout of shame as Camille pressed on, "And you dress up like a trampy cheerleader for Jeremy yesterday and ... show him some team spirit." Amy nodded her head in total approval. "Lindsay should have shown the entire offensive line on her school's football team some team spirit by sucking their cocks one-by-one." "If Megan felt the way about Lindsay as you speculate she did," Pamela observed, looking at Amy, "she could have very easily stepped forward, too." "Speculate?" Amy exclaimed, her eyes wide. "The way I SPECULATE that Megan felt about Lindsay? Pamela, sweetie ... have you seen Lindsay?" Amy pointed toward the teen-ager and continued, "Lindsay is BEAUTIFUL. Lindsay is so fucking hot! She could turn any girl or woman into a lesbian!" "Amy..." Lindsay breathed, blushing at her strong words. Her attention focused upon Lindsay, Camille giggled and shook her head. "You really have no idea how incredibly hot and gorgeous you are. Right, baby? None whatsoever." Lindsay offered a nervous smile. "No one ever spoke to me the way you girls do until I came here to the island." "That is because, up until now, you were surrounded by children," the 30-year-old Amy told her. "Little kiddies from high school who did not know their left from right." "The tight, little teen-age girl is never appreciated the way she should be by the boys and girls around her in high school," Camille commented. "In fact, I think that the tight, little teen-age girl - like you, babydoll - is only fully appreciated by those who are older." "People like us," Pamela chimed in. "Yeah," Amy agreed. "A lot of high school and college boys are continually lusting after women who are five or ten years older. I have a neighbor who is age 19 back in Ohio, and he has the major hots for me. But what guys that age should be doing is concentrating on girls their own age. There is NOTHING quite like the ultra-fresh, innocent girl. I finally realized that once I turned 27 or 28, myself." Smiling, Amy gazed at Lindsay. "You should have given me your virginity, girl. Not Trish and Jeremy." "You would have put me into bondage and ripped me apart!" Lindsay squealed, her face a bright, crimson shade of red. "That is no way to lose your virginity!" Amy licked her lips and grinned in a hot, fiendish manner. "You would have enjoyed every single moment of it, too. Come on Lindsay. Admit it. You like the idea of being tied up. You like the idea being submissive to me. You've told me. You said you wanted it try it with me soon." Lindsay frowned, but reluctantly nodded her head. "Yes." Oh? Lindsay wanted to play a sexual submissive for Amy? Wow, that certainly came out of left field. Camille eyed Lindsay from head to toe, and licked her lips at the beautiful sight. "When you still were in high school, Lindsay, I have this vision of you being the teacher's pet." "The teacher's SEX pet, you mean?" Amy clarified. As Lindsay squirmed and fidgeted about in response to those words, Camille licked her lips and murmured, "Yes." "If I was your teacher," Amy said to Lindsay, "I would have given you an education in Pussy Licking 101. You would not have passed, either, until you had many classroom hours of study and hard work!" Giggling, Camille reached out with her right hand and caressed the side of Lindsay's hip. "I would have enrolled you in Ass Fucking 101, honey." Lindsay's face turned beet-red as Camille added, "That's the tightest, sexiest little ass that I have ever seen." Pamela nodded her head. "I cannot argue with that." "I just want to munch on it for hours!" Camille declared. "I've already fucked her ass with a dildo," Amy grinned, seeming proud of the accomplishment. "Her anal cherry is one cherry that Jeremy did not get to pop. I popped it!" WHAT!!!??? ***End of Chapter 13*** Island Fever Ch. 14 Chapter 14: "Confession" Amidst a sea of green foliage, blue ocean, darkened volcanoes and crimson landscapes, Devon and I were enjoying the views as we hiked along the southeastern corner of the island. The natural fauna and flora, waterfalls, basins and bay truly made this particular area a tropical haven. Devon, who had been holding my hand for the better part of an hour as we strolled along at quite the leisurely pace, squeezed it a bit tighter and commented, "You and this island of yours, dear Jeremy, have helped all of my fantasies become a reality. When I came to this island two weeks ago, my sole experience in sex was limited to two people - both of whom were guys. There was my boyfriend from high school, Tim, and my long-time boyfriend in later years, Barrett. Now, add six girls to that list, as well as yet another man - you - in just two short weeks. Not only is the sex and togetherness a refreshing change for me, but everyone here is so incredibly nice and friendly. Everyone here seems to get along so good. Sometimes, I fear that I'll wake up and everything that has happened to me these past two weeks will be just a dream." I brought her hand to my lips and tenderly kissed it. "I have the same fear, Devon. But I think in the past couple of days, I have started to realize that this is NOT a dream. It is very real. And as you know, there are four more weeks before you and the other ladies are scheduled to return home. I can only imagine what will happen in those four weeks. I look forward to them but, at the same time, I wish they would never come. I don't like having to say good-bye." Devon smiled. "You like me being honest with you, right? You want me to open up and be truthful with you?" "Of course." Devon smiled again. "I think that you and Krissy are the two best things that have ever happened to me." "Really?" "You know that I am attracted to you," Devon murmured, her voice sounding a bit coy and reserved. "I ... I really like you as a person, Jeremy. I hope you know that..." "I hope you know that I like you as a person too, dear," I countered, my own voice thoughtful and sincere. "So the feeling is mutual?" "Yes," I nodded. "Very much so. You should know that." Devon grinned and moaned. "Krissy ... Krissy has been a dream-come-true for me. Not only is she the sexiest woman that I have ever seen - without question - but Krissy is so charismatic and outgoing. She is so incredibly fun to be around. That girl always has me laughing." Figuring that Kristanna was eavesdropping on us right now with the help of the voyeur room, I took a deep breath and smiled inwardly. Knowing how highly she thought of Devon, Kristanna would be most happy to hear those kind words. It would probably make her day. In fact, I knew it would. "Kristanna really likes you," I told Devon. "Whenever I I speak to her about you, I hear three specific words a lot." "What three specific words?" Devon asked, curious. I chuckled. "Dat sexy ding." Devon laughed as well. "Her accent sounds so exotic. It is another thing that I really like about her. But at the same time, it also makes me laugh. You know, the way she butchers the English language from time to time. Call me crazy, but her accent sounds wildly exaggerated to me. I guess maybe I should not think of it as being funny, but I just cannot help it..." "Don't worry about that," I insisted, smiling. "Kristanna wants you to laugh. She wants you to think of her as being funny. Kristanna has been that way for all the time that I have known her. She loves making people laugh." "Being around someone who constantly makes you laugh and feel so good inside can really make you forget a lot of your troubles in life," Devon commented. "I think that may be the thing about Krissy that I am attracted to the most - her charisma, and her energy, zest. The way she makes me feel as a person ... you know? Whenever I am with her, I seem to totally forget about my life back home in Pennsylvania." "Why would want you want to forget about your life?" Devon hesitated for a brief moment, then frowned. "Well, there are many reasons. For starters, I already told you what happened at my old job. I was a project manager at [Company Name]. I gave my heart and soul to that place. I worked late every single day. I worked weekends, off days, even during my vacation. But I saw people with half of my experience pass me by. They got promoted ahead of me, got to work on the bigger projects and thus, made more money. Worst of all, my boss took all of the credit for all of the work that I did. I think that is the main reason why I was passed over for a promotion so much. My boss liked all of the extra effort that I put into the job. It made him look better in the end because he took all the credit. If I was promoted, chances are I would have had a different boss. Then, the old boss would no longer have me around." She shook her head and ended, "It was just so frustrating..." "But you quit that job," I remarked. "You said you quit working there in order to come to the island." "I'll be unemployed when I go back home," Devon fretted. Don't go home, I said inwardly. Stay with me on the island, Devon, and all of your worries in life would just fade away. I would personally see to it. Of course, I felt the same way for most (if not all) of the other ladies as well. I wanted all of them (with the possible exception of Camille (she and I have yet to really click yet)) to stay with me here on the island. I had confidence that I could make the entire group happy. But, I knew that was a pipe dream. It was not going to happen. "What will I do then?" Devon added. "Will another company hire me after I just quit and walked out at my old job?" "If you go home in four weeks, Devon, you will be either $100,000 or $500,000 richer," I reminded her. "That will be your compensation for spending these six weeks with me here on the island. You may not have to worry about finding a job for a good, long while. You will be able to take your time, pick and choose what is best for you. There is nothing for you to worry about. Absolutely nothing." "You've got a point there," she mused, her voice gentle. "I forgot for awhile that you were actually paying us to be here. You know, I agree with Trish. Trish says that we should be the ones paying you, Jeremy - not the other way around. We are living in the lap of luxury on a beautiful island. This is a six week vacation for us. We should be paying you, Jeremy. Most people don't get a free vacation, then also get paid for taking it. I feel so fortunate." "I feel fortunate that you and the other girls decided to give me six weeks of your lives," I told her. "And in the end, I will be more than happy to set all of you up in terms of finances. I want to know that all of you are well taken care of and provided for even after you leave the island. That is the thing about me, sweetheart. If someone is good to me, I do whatever I can to be good back to them - but only a hundred times more. I've always been that way." "What happens if one of us doesn't want to leave?" Devon said, which was obviously her most bold statement to date. She glanced downward for a moment, then made eye contact with me and murmured, "What happens if one or maybe even two of us would rather stay here on the island with you?" I smiled as she concluded, "Would you be interested in that?" "Of course I would be interested," was my response. "I would like that very much. Do you have anyone in mind?" "What do you mean?" "Anyone specific who would like to stay here with me?" Devon smiled at me. "Well ... there is this ONE GIRL on the island who I think would maybe love to stay with you." "Oh yeah? Who is it?" "I cannot tell you her name," Devon grinned, obviously teasing me. "But I can say that she is from Pennsylvania. She is blonde, very sweet and fun-loving, has a really big heart ... is even a little fun and spunky. I hear that she is crazy about you, Jeremy. Totally crazy ... maybe even in love with you. I bet that she would like to stay with you." I grinned and asked, "Her name start with a D?" Devon nodded. "Yes, it most definitely does." I guided Devon over to a large boulder here in the forest and motioned for her to take a seat upon it. When she did, I plopped myself down right next to her. I then clutched her left hand with my right and offered it a tender, loving kiss. "Let me be honest with you as well, Devon. Out of all of the girls that Kristanna and I brought here, you are my favorite. It is close between you and Pamela, but I give you the edge. I like this girl. I like that girl. But in the end, Devon, it always seems that I find myself coming back to you." "Really?" Devon asked, somewhat surprised. "I thought for awhile that you were starting to focus upon Lindsay." "Lindsay is a sweetheart," I nodded. "If I was her age, I would do whatever I could to hook up with her. Problem is, I'm not her age. I am 21 years older. Lindsay is 18, while I am 39. What I want and what Lindsay wants right now out of life are two entirely different things." "Oh?" I nodded my head once again. "I am looking for a true, long-term commitment. I am looking to get married and start a family. Lindsay is too young for that if you ask me. She needs to date a variety of people before even thinking about settling down. That is the vibe I get from her, at least. The island has opened a new door in her life. You know, she was a virgin until a week-and-a-half ago. I think Lindsay is enjoying herself now more than ever before. She will go through an absolute ton of boyfriends and girlfriends before the thought of settling down even remotely crosses her mind. I have no problem with that." Devon took a deep breath and shook her head. "I guess I am different that way. When I was Lindsay's age, I had already thought about and strongly considered marriage. I wanted to marry Tim, my boyfriend from high school. I kind of scared him off, though, because of it. He was not at that point in his life yet. Most 17- or 18-year-old kids aren't. I was, though. I guess that I have always wanted to get married. Nothing ever worked out, though." "I wanted to get married at an early age too," I told Devon. "I almost did, in fact. I made it all the way to the chapel with my ex-fiancee, Victoria, at age 19. She was 19 too." I shook my head and sighed, "She backed out at the very last second. I ... I never saw her again." Devon's eyes narrowed. "What happened? You told me about your ex-fiancee leaving you two weeks ago, but did not want to go into any real details about it. You said that you felt like waiting a little while and getting to know me a bit more before telling me exactly what happened." Devon shrugged her shoulders. "If you feel like sharing, Jeremy, I would love to listen. I don't mind if it's bad..." I hesitated for a brief moment, then smiled. Yes, perhaps this was the right time. I had held back from talking about Victoria with the likes of Pamela and Trish, as well as Devon herself, in the past two weeks whenever the subject came up. Now, however, I felt a certain sense of ease. I loved being open and honest about myself, and talking about problems. Although what happened with Victoria was the most traumatic experience of my life (bar none), I thought it would do me a lot of good to revisit the hurt and talk about it with Devon. Aside from Kristanna (who knew everything about me), Devon seemed like the perfect person for me to share this with. "I moved to California from New Jersey in 1992 at the age of 18," I began. "My father was transferred in his job. This was well before I stumbled into all of the money and riches that I now have. I got a job on the beach washing and polishing boats. I loved the beach, the ocean. Not too long after I moved and settled in California, I met a girl. Her name was Victoria. I met her, believe it or not, on the beach one day. I fell in love with her right away." "We dated and every single day, I fell deeper and deeper in love with her. She was the same age as me. I thought that everything was perfect between us. I really had no reason to think otherwise. Six months after meeting her, I proposed. Victoria accepted. We were to be married that summer and, as I envisioned it, spend the rest of our lives together. Get married, have kids, grow old together and then, eventually, die together. That is what I wanted." "Why didn't she marry you?" Devon inquired, curious. "I mean, you're the nicest and most humble man that I have ever met. I don't see how anyone could have let you get away..." "Getting there," I nodded. "We were to be married on July 9, 1993. Both of us were 19 then. We did not have a whole lot of money, but I thought we had enough to live together and survive even in the tough California economy. As long as Victoria and I were together, I thought that we could conquer anything. We would always pull through." I paused, then took a deep breath and shook my head. I even found myself having to suppress a tear which nearly trickled from my left eye. This had always been a very delicate subject for me to discuss with anyone. "All of my family was there. They had all flown out to California to take part in my wedding. As I have told you in the past, Devon, most of my inner family is living in and around Cincinnati. Even my great grandmother made it out to Los Angeles. She was age 95 at the time." "Wedding day came and everything seemed perfect. I still remember it like it was yesterday. Victoria walked down the aisle on her father's arm. She looked so ... radiant. So incredibly beautiful in her wedding dress. So ... perfect." "Was she a blonde?" "Yes," I replied, puzzled. "Why?" Devon giggled, flipping her hair. "You seem to like us blondes. Of the seven girls here, five of us are blondes." She giggled again. "Sorry ... please continue." "We went through all of the wedding rituals and speeches, the lines, up until the point where the minister asked us if we took each other to be husband and wife, respectively. I said yes ... I do." I sniffed my nose and went on, "Victoria hesitated, then started crying. I had no idea what was wrong. Then, she said that she could not marry me." Devon looked at me rather intently. "Why?" "Because she was in love with someone else." Now, I had to control my emotions. I could have easily broke down and started crying here, but I wanted to stay strong in front of Devon. "Victoria screamed that in front of everyone. I will never, ever forget it. The whole chapel heard her say that she was in love with someone else." "Who?" Devon exclaimed, her voice loud and shrill. "Who was she in love with?" I shook my head and let out a hurtful, begrudging laugh. "Her best friend. Mindy ... a girl." Devon looked stunned. "SHE LEFT YOU FOR ANOTHER GIRL?" I nodded my head and exhaled sharply. "Yes. She screamed out Mindy's name in front of everyone when I demanded to know who this person was. Then, Victoria ran out of the chapel with Mindy, who was supposed to be the maid of honor. They went off into the night together." I sighed and continued, "Everyone ... everyone in the chapel was ... was ... staring ... at me. They knew ... they knew that my fiancee had dumped me at the altar ... for ... for another woman." Devon reached out and clutched my wrist as I concluded, "Do you ... know how ... incredibly HUMILIATING ... that was ... for me?" Visibly upset and shaken, Devon seemed as if she was about to cry. "I'm sorry, Jeremy. I ... I don't know what to say. That's ... it's ... it's terrible!" Devon vigorously shook her head. "It must have been awful for you!" "My great grandmother - the 95-year-old - died two weeks later," I frowned, my mouth twitching. "Her last memory of me is getting left at the altar because Victoria was in love with another woman. Think of that ... that is my great grandmother's final memory of me. That is awful in and of itself. Victoria simply loved Mindy more than she loved me. Apparently, they had been lovers for several years. I ... I had no idea." I sighed again. "I had no idea..." Now clutching my right wrist with both of her hands, Devon soon tossed her arms around my shoulders and offered me a very warm and thoughtful embrace here on the large boulder in the forest. "I'm so sorry, Jeremy. Oh God ... I cannot even begin to imagine how that hurt you." "It destroyed me..." Devon hugged me tighter. "How could this girl agree to marry you and then screw around behind your back in secret?" "I have been trying to figure that out for the past 20 years, Devon," I breathed. "It still affects me today. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't think about Victoria. I ... I never got an answer, or an explanation, from her. I went to her house the next day, but her father threatened me. He said that Victoria did not want to see me ever again. He told me to leave and never come back. I kept demanding to see her - I thought I was owed an explanation from her - but soon her father threatened me with a lawsuit. He said I was harassing her. Being young and naive, that was it for me. I stopped trying to confront Victoria. I was too afraid of being taken to court." Devon pulled back and looked into my eyes. She felt so sorry for me that there were actual tears in her own eyes. "And you never saw this girl again?" I shook my head. "No. Sent my life into a downward spiral. I was so embarrassed, so humiliated. My whole family was there and witnessed it all. My friends, people that I worked with, went to school with. It affected me so much. It affected me for years. Changed the type of person I am. Made me scared of other people." "Scared?" "I was scared to get close to anyone for the next several years," I explained. "I was afraid to fall in love, or become attached, and then get hurt again. You will never understand, Devon, just how much Victoria destroyed me." Still upset, Devon simply shook her head in response. "The person who really helped bring me back and restore my confidence in not only myself, but others as well, was Kristanna. I met her four years ago over in Peru when she was on vacation there with her family." For the first time in several minutes, the smile that I flashed Devon's way was totally pure and genuine. It was full of good vibrations. "Kristanna has helped me so much throughout the years. Even though she usually only visits me for one week every month, Kristanna has helped me so much. She is a Godsend to me." "Little by little, Kristanna helped bring me out of the shell that my life had become. After I developed and then sold my Internet businesses, I basically bought a big chunk of land in the middle of nowhere - this island - and shielded myself from the rest of humanity." Frowning, I shook my head and continued, "Victoria affected me that much. I was ... I was so afraid of being hurt again that I ... I preferred to stay here all by my lonesome. That way, no one could hurt me. But th-the loneliness ... it got t-to be ... unbearable." Devon reached out with both arms and pulled me into her embrace. I wrapped my own arms around her body as well. The warmth generated as a result seemed to provide my body and soul with a definite source of strength and resolve. Again, I was holding back the tears. The last thing that I wanted to do was break down in front of Devon. "You're not going to be lonely anymore," Devon proclaimed, rubbing an open hand over and across my shoulder blades in a repeated motion. "Not if I have anything to say about it, at least." The 27-year-old angel from Pennsylvania ended our mutual embrace and offered me a deep, insightful expression. "How long have you lived on this island again?" "17 years." "You have lived on this island in near isolation for 17 years? A visit from Kristanna once a month? A visit or two from your family every year? That has been the extent of your interaction with civilization for 17 years?" Island Fever Ch. 14 "I do go on trips from time-to-time," I sighed. "I also spent a little time in Oregon. I thought that I met a nice girl there, but it turned out that all she really cared about was my money. I broke up with her and came right back to the island. That was a couple of years ago." "Before Kristanna?" "Before Kristanna," I nodded. "The girl from Oregon ... her name was Tiffany. She hurt me too. Not near as much as Victoria did, of course, but she still hurt me. Tiffany wanted my money more than she wanted me. It just gave me more reason to stay here and shield myself away." "I will never understand that about certain people," Devon commented. "Falling in love with a person's money more than the actual person themself. You know ... women that marry men, or vice-versa, for just the money. You only live once. I think that it is stupid to want to marry someone because of their money if you do not really, truly love them. I mean, as I said, you only live once. Is money so important to some people that they are willing to forego the chance at actually being happy in life? Again, you only live once. I rather struggle financially, live paycheck to paycheck, and be with the man I love instead of having loads of money and being with a man that I do not love. That would be a waste." "Can I ask for a favor, Devon?" "Anything..." "I told you one of my real secrets in life," I said. "You know ... concerning Victoria, and why my wedding with her fell through. I remember a few weeks ago that you told me that you seem to have an awful lot of problems with your parents." Devon shifted her body and squirmed about upon the boulder as I added, "If you do not mind sharing, dear, I would like to know what the problem is that they have with you. Please?" When Devon did not respond at first, I simply decided to keep talking. "You said that you have not seen either of your parents since your 27th birthday, which was what ... three months ago. Yet you live four miles from them, right? You did not see them at Thanksgiving or Christmas last year because you did not feel welcome in their home? You rather skip major, important family holidays like those than spend time with your parents? The relationship is that bad?" Devon frowned. "The only reason I saw my parents on my birthday is because Patricia, my sister, forced them to go. I met them at a restaurant outside of town. Patricia and her husband was there, as well as their two kids, and my two brothers. I could tell that my mom and dad did not want to be there. They did not want to be around me AT ALL." "Why?" I insisted. "Tell me, Devon. I was very open and honest with you. I sincerely hope that you can trust me with whatever you say to me, or confide in me. What is it, dear? What is the problem between you and your parents?" Devon sighed and took a deep breath, and momentarily tore her gaze away from me. "It goes back 11 years ... all the way to high school. They never did forgive me..." "Forgive you for what?" Devon shook her head. "I don't even know where to start." "Start at the beginning," I suggested. "Please tell me." "You gave me a date for your wedding with Victoria," Devon began. "I'll give you a date for when everything started going downhill with me and my parents - January 19, 2002. I was 16; a little more than two months away from turning 17." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "There isn't a day that goes by for me, either, when my mind does not flash back to that horrific night some 11-and-a-half years ago." "Tell me, Devon ... please?" Devon straightened her posture upon the boulder and went on, "I guess it was like any other day - any normal day. At least, it seemed that way. It was a Saturday. I went skiing, I rode my horse. But it wasn't normal, because that night I was going to try Ecstasy with three friends." "Ecstasy?" I asked after a short pause, that term sinking into my brain. "You ... you tried Ecstasy? The drug?" Devon pouted and nodded her head. "My friends and I had heard about it at school from others. They told us how they ROLLED at raves and even at friends' parties. They said it was loads of fun and, to us, it seemed safe." Devon paused and added, "I was only 16, Jeremy. I was too young to know what I was getting into. I wanted to follow my friends." "Peer pressure," I nodded. "Go on..." "So that night, Sandra, Veronica, Kaylee and I were all set. It was Kaylee's birthday. There was a party at her mom's house and a ton of people were invited." "I arrived at Kaylee's at about 6:30, with Sandra and Veronica in tow. We were the first ones to show up. We all spoke about how nervous and excited we were to actually try Ecstasy. It was the first time for all of us and let me tell you, it was frightening. We decided to take the pills at 9:30 after meeting in Kaylee's room at that time. We bought them at school the day before." Devon stumbled over a few words before continuing, "People began to arrive at the party. Some brought birthday presents while others brought alcohol. By the time 9:30 came around, I noticed that it seemed half the school was there, and many of them were drunk. I went upstairs with Veronica and both of us found Kaylee and Sandra in Kaylee's room. Kaylee was unsure about taking her pill. I told her that it was her decision if she wanted to take it or not. In the end, she decided to take half of the pill." "All four of us went into the restroom and closed the door behind us. We each said a prayer and swallowed the pills and made our way back into the party." "About 45 minutes later, I started to feel strange. My vision was blurred and the music seemed to blast my ears. My heart was pumping harder than ever before. I started to feel thirsty and my teeth were grinding uncontrollably. I was up dancing to the music, though, and doing my best to have a good time. But this didn't last long." "At about 11:30, I noticed that people were acting really weird. Veronica and I were downstairs hanging out with some other people, but we couldn't find Kaylee or Sandra. I saw that there were people running downstairs to fetch bottled water and then running back upstairs, where they went into the restroom and locked themselves in." "I dismissed the bad feeling I had but after midnight, I went back upstairs with Veronica and we finally started to understand what was going on. Kaylee, Sandra and two other girls, Kate and Tara, were all in the restroom. I glanced inside and I saw Kaylee. She was just sitting on the floor looking around at the faces of all her friends. It seemed like she did not know who any of us were, though. Kaylee looked pale and then her eyes rolled back into her head, and she threw up. Apparently, she had been getting sick for a good hour or so, but nobody knew what to do. People kept giving her water, but she would just throw it up. By the time I figured out what was going on, people were panicking. Kaylee's body was having a terrible reaction to Ecstasy." "Everyone was yelling, saying to give her water, while others said not to give her water. Some said to call 9-1-1, but others said she would be fine. None of them wanted to get caught because they were all drunk. Then a whole bunch of people left the party. Kate, one of Kaylee's closest friends, told me that she had to leave. She was crying so hard and I realized that this was very bad." "Kaylee's brother, Dave, told Sandra, Veronica and me, and about five other people, to hide in the basement because he was going to call an ambulance. So all of us went down to the basement and sat. We could hear cops and paramedics upstairs. I started to get really scared. Sandra was very upset. I tried to comfort her, but nothing seemed to work. That was when she told me that Kaylee had taken the other half of the pill. I became even more scared." "45 minutes later, Sandra, Veronica and I went upstairs. The cops were gone and so was Kaylee. Tara and a couple of other people were sitting in the kitchen. They all looked very upset. Tara wanted to go home, as did the others. Soon, the only people left in the house, besides me and my two friends, were the ones who were still in the basement - drunk. I suggested that we try and get some sleep. Hours later, at four o'clock in the morning, the phone rang. It was Janet, who was Kaylee's mom. I asked her if everything was okay. She said Kaylee was in a coma, on life support." A tear streaked down Devon's face as she continued, "I fell to the floor and cried. I told her to call if anything happened, and she promised she would. I hung up the phone and realized that Sandra and Veronica were looking at me. I told them what Janet had told me. Sandra couldn't take it, and started crying. I told her that everything would be okay. Kaylee was going to wake up and our lives would be normal again. But I knew that wasn't true." "We fell asleep but two hours later, the phone rang again. It was Kaylee's step-father. He said that some cops were coming to the house to see if we all of us were okay. He said to let them in and tell them everything." "Minutes later, the cops arrived. We opened the door and they all rushed in. There were also paramedics. One cop was right in our faces, yelling and screaming at us - saying things like, I hope you had fun, your friend is in a coma. Was it worth it? I was so scared. They made me, Sandra and Veronica all sit down on the stairs and they took down all of our information. They found the drunk kids down in the basement and got their information, too." "Then they told us that we were going to be taken to the hospital to make sure that we didn't have the same reaction to Ecstasy that Kaylee did. That was when I flipped out. I told them that I was not going to any hospital without my mom or dad. The cops told me that it was too late for that and that I was in their hands now. They took me, Veronica and a drunk girl to one hospital, and everyone else to another. They were going to the one where Kaylee was." "At the hospital, a police officer came in and told me that my mom had been called and when she got there, he - the cop - was going to ask me some questions. My mom arrived and I could tell by the look on her face that she was not happy. She did not know what had happened, so I told her. Then the cop began asking questions. He wanted to know where we got the pills. They brought in a yearbook and made me point out all of the people who I got the pills from. I told the cop everything because he said that it would help Kaylee." "Later that day, my mom and I went to the hospital where Kaylee was. We got there and all of my friends were there, with their parents with them. The first people I saw were these two guys. They were crying and I knew that it must be bad. I cried the whole time I was there, but almost lost it completely when I was allowed to go inside and see Kaylee." "I went in with Veronica to see Kaylee, who was lying in this bed with tubes going down her throat. She was hooked up to all sorts of machines. We went in and talked to her and told her that she would be okay. It was so scary. Her forehead and throat were all swollen. She looked like she was sleeping. I still see that image of her lying there. It's so vivid ... almost as if it happened yesterday." "The next four days were awful. I had to go back to school on Monday and endure hundreds of questions about what happened. I got to read about Kaylee in the newspaper and see her on television. I got calls from all of the media asking questions. The police called and told me that we were all going to be arrested. So my dad called a lawyer for me. All this time, Kaylee was still in the coma." "On the Friday following the party, I went with my parents to the Justice Center to turn myself in. There was a warrant out for my arrest. Again, I was only 16 and I was SO scared. Sandra, Veronica, the two girls who we bought the pills from, another guy and myself were all arrested on drug-related charges. The shock was that they were all felonies. At the Justice Center, one of the cops who questioned me at the hospital took me into a room, separate from my parents, and arrested me. He just entered information into the computer. Then he asked me if I knew how Kaylee was doing. I told him that I hadn't heard anything in awhile. He brought me back into the room with my parents, who were dealing with the bail bonds guy because I had a $2,500 bond. The cop looked at me and said the words I had feared all week long." "Kaylee passed away at 1:13pm today." "I fell on the ground and started to cry. I just started shaking so badly. The cop told me that Kaylee's parents had taken her off of life support. To this day, I have never understood why they did that. I was so upset that I did not even care that I had been arrested. I went home and just couldn't take it anymore. I sat in front of the television and waited for the news to come on. For some reason, I had a strong obsession with the media coverage of the case. I cut out every article from the newspaper about it and I still have them all." Devon frowned and added, "I even brought them to the island with me, so they'd be safe." "When the news came on, I knew that it was a mistake to watch it. They had copies of the warrant and they said that we were all spending the weekend in jail, which obviously was a lie. They made us out to be terrible criminals who had killed our friend, but I believed it. I believed that everything which happened was my fault. I didn't sleep a wink that night. All I remember was thinking that Kaylee was gone. I didn't understand why I hadn't died, too. I took Ecstasy just like she did. She was dead, but I was still alive. It did not make any sense to me." "But then I realized that I was lucky. I was lucky to be alive and to have Sandra and Veronica. I wanted to pick up the phone and call them, but I was not allowed to because we were co-defendants. If I did talk to them, I'd go to jail. My parents were SO UPSET with me. I ... I felt so alone." "All of this because of a stupid pill. It got me and my friends arrested. We were in-and-out of court for three months. In the end, we pled guilty to one charge. We were sentenced to one full year of probation and 100 hours of community service. Eventually, we were able to talk to each other again. Later, we learned that we were nearly charged with manslaughter. We were expelled from school and had to go to private school. My parents grounded me and did not let me do much of anything until I became an adult at age 18. Just about the only person who was really there for me at this point in time was Tim, my boyfriend. But my time with him was cut drastically because I was, as I said, grounded." "But the worst part is that I lost a friend. Attending a 17-year-old girl's funeral is just unreal. There were about 500 people there. All of my friends were there, and even people from the community who did not know Kaylee were there too. This had affected them all so much and it was really touching. But even after 11 years, I still cannot believe that it happened. I think about Kaylee everyday." After hearing that long dialogue, I had no response for Devon. None whatsoever. I could not believe what she had just told me. Devon, who seemed so mature and level-headed, was once arrested for the possession and use of an illegal drug? Devon? DEVON? She lost a friend due to it, too? "I was only 16, Jeremy," Devon told me once more. "I was so young that I had no idea what I was getting myself into that night. It ... I ... still can't believe it. I've never touched any sort of drugs since then, nor will I ever again. It was a one-time thing." Tears streaked down her face as she added, "I don't touch alcohol anymore, either. I'm about as squeaky-clean nowadays as anyone can possibly be. I ... I just want you to know that, and understand it." I quickly realized that I had to corral any thoughts that were negative about this situation, and get rid of them. Obviously, Devon was not some sort of addict. It seemed as if she had made a stupid mistake at a very early age - and paid the consequences for it. Fortunately, she made that mistake just once. Unfortunately, though, Kaylee was no longer alive because of what happened that horrific night. Clearly, Devon was still in a lot of pain because of this. "You don't hate me ... do you, Jeremy?" Devon whined, as she was crumpled over upon the humongous boulder next to me here in the forest. "I have told that story to others in the past and they wanted nothing to do with me because of it! Please tell me that you don't hate me for this!" Wow, she was in a really bad state right now... "Of course I don't hate you," I finally replied. "I could never hate you because of anything." I smiled at her and offered, "You're still my princess, no matter what happened to you 11 years ago. You are too good of a person for me to think otherwise." Devon breathed a sigh of relief as I added, "But your parents still hold this against you?" "Oh yes," she responded, wiping away some excess tears with her fingertips. "The media absolutely destroyed our family. They went to where my parents worked and hounded them everyday for quotes. They spoke to co-workers about them and me. My parents said that I had humiliated them and our good family name. My mom and dad ... they never forgave me for that. Maybe they shouldn't have, but at least they could have been a little nicer and more receptive toward me through the years since it passed." "11 years later, they still give me the cold shoulder. I feel like an outcast in my own family. My sister cares about me, I guess. So do my brothers, but I hardly see them anymore because they still live at home with mom and dad. Do you know how lonely it was for me over Thanksgiving and Christmas? I spent time with my grandparents, yes, but I'd much rather have been with my parents themselves, and Patricia, Michael and Seth." Devon shook her head and frowned. "I'll never understand their anger. It happened 11 years ago. 11-and-a-half years ago, even. Before that, I got along fine with them..." "Come here," I said, bringing Devon into my arms and giving her a warm embrace. She began to gently sob upon my shoulder as I planted a simple kiss on the very crown of her pretty blonde head. "Shhhhh," I hushed her. "It's okay..." "I've always felt responsible for Kaylee's death!" Devon whined, much more upset now. "Kaylee had so much to live for! A lot of times, with the way my life has turned out, I sit back and think that I should have been the one who died! Not Kaylee, but me! ME!" "HEY!" I scolded her, but in a very caring and sympathetic manner. I pulled Devon's lovely face away from my shoulder and looked into her bleary, tear-stained eyes. "I don't want to hear you talk like that again, Devon. I don't even want you to THINK that way again. That's crazy." "I know..." she fretted, shaking her head. "It's just ... nothing in my life seems to go right. My parents want NOTHING TO DO WITH ME. I got stepped on at my job. I do not even HAVE a job anymore. And my ex-boyfriend, Barrett, treated me terribly. He was after Tim. I was with Barrett for seven years. It was seven wasted years. I just think that Kaylee, if the roles were reserved, would have led a much more productive and happy life than I have." "I know two people who want a whole lot to do with you," I told Devon, my voice firm and authoritative. "You are looking at one of them - me. The other is named Kristanna." Devon flashed a quick smile at the mention of Kristanna's name as I added, "I do not have one negative thought, as it pertains to you and my perception of you, because of what happened to Kaylee. I will never look down on you because of it, Devon, or think any less of you. You were only 16 and really did not know any better. I think that you are an incredible woman and I would like the opportunity to get to know you on a much more personal level. I believe that you and I have a lot of things in common. A LOT." Island Fever Ch. 14 "Just promise you won't tell anyone else on the island about this," Devon pleaded. "I want to do my best to put what happened behind me, and forget it. I don't want the others to talk about me and say things behind my back. I won't be able to handle it." "Your secret is safe with me," I told her. "I won't tell any of the others about it." Although, I said inwardly, Kristanna was probably eavesdropping on us right now with the help of the voyeur room. She would know about Devon's secret, too. But I had no worries about that. Kristanna would never tell the others what Devon had said to me. But it was such an emotional struggle for Devon to share that dark tale from her past with me that her face was coated with a thick sheet of tears. I reached out and placed my hand on her chin, then offered her a warm, soothing smile. "Listen..." I said, my voice gentle and loving. "Thank you for sharing that with me. I want you to know that you can trust me, Devon. You can trust with me anything. Sharing something like that makes me feel a lot closer to you." The 27-year-old sniffed her nose and wiped away some more tears. "Thank y-you for telling me about V-Victoria, and what sh-she did to y-you. I feel closer t-to you, t-too. I do ... I do trust you, Jeremy." Devon paused and added, "A bit later on, maybe tonight, I will show you a few of the newspaper articles from 2002. As I said, I brought all of them with me to the island so I knew that they would be safe. I have all of the clippings laminated to help preserve them." "You don't have to do that..." "I want to," she insisted. "I want to." "I don't want you to show them to me if it will make you feel upset again," I countered. "I'll be okay," she promised me. "I would like for you to see them. Kaylee's name, my name, our friends' names ... we are all plastered throughout every article." I stood up from the large boulder and extended my right hand to Devon. "Come on sweetheart, let's get back to the mansion. It will be time for dinner in a little while." She accepted my hand and rose to her feet before me. "Do you think Kristanna would think any less of me if I were to tell her about Kaylee?" I shook my head as she continued, "I really like Kristanna, you know, and I have this urge to be totally open and straightforward with people who are good to me. No one has been better to me since my arrival than you and Kristanna. But I don't want her to look down on me." "Kristanna would appreciate you confiding in her just as much as I have," I informed her. "She would not tell any of the others about it, either. She would not breathe a word. And Kristanna would NEVER look down on you. She is very open-minded, and has a forgiving heart." "I don't want anyone else to know about it," Devon said. "No one but you and Missy Krissy. I was thinking about maybe telling Camille, but decided against it." When I began walking, Devon followed me in tow as I still held her hand. "Do you have any plans for tonight, Jeremy?" "Not at all. Why?" Devon smiled. "I was hoping that maybe I could stay with you in your room again. Your bed is so comfortable." "Krissy was planning on sharing my bed with me tonight," I mused. "I am sure that she would love your company. I definitely know that I would love to have you with us." "I would LOVE to go to bed and fall asleep with you and Krissy!" Devon chirped, suddenly full of joy and happiness. "Maybe I could sleep in the middle?" I chuckled and remarked, "With Kristanna and I squishing and hugging on you from both sides?" Devon seemed to blush for a quick moment as I added, "Sure ... you could sleep in the middle between us. I have no problem with that." Devon brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it. "What happened to that rotation system you had planned? You know, where you were going to take a different girl to bed every night? The past couple of nights, at least, it seems that Krissy is going to bed with you more than anyone else." "I'm taking a day-by-day approach," I replied. "Whomever I spend most of the day with, if I feel comfortable with her and she feels comfortable with me, chances are I will invite her to spend the night with me. The main three right now are you, Kristanna and Lindsay. But I do not want to push or prod Lindsay too much because of her age. Obviously, Trish is totally focused and zeroed-in on Lindsay. She does not realize that there are other people on the island, too. I like Pamela as a person, despite her profession and the stereotype that goes along with it. Amy is like the wind. She will want to be with me non-stop for a few days, then I will hardly see her for a few days. It is like Amy drifts in and out - like the wind. Wherever it takes her, I guess. Camille? Camille is the one girl out of all of you that I have yet to spend any quality time with. I haven't really even spoken to her. I am not close to her at all." "I am glad that you feel comfortable around me," Devon grinned. "I feel comfortable around you too, Jeremy. I feel very comfortable around Krissy, as well. She is such an angel to me. I think ... I think I love her." Kristanna was grinning like a Cheshire cat inside the voyeur room right now, I figured. "Tell her that," I advised Devon. "Tell Krissy that you love her. I think she'll tell you the same thing." "What about you, Jeremy?" "What about me?" Devon hesitated for a moment, then grinned and professed, "I'm also in love with you. I ... I love you, Jeremy." Those words made me stop dead in my tracks. I immediately turned to face Devon and placed my hands atop her shoulders. Although I was already aware that Devon was in love with me - thanks to the voyeur room - I certainly did not expect her to share her feelings for me quite yet. I was somewhat stunned. "Really?" was the first word that came out of my mouth. "You really feel that way about me?" When she nodded her head at me, I smiled and brought the young woman into my arms for another embrace. "Devon..." This was the first time a woman had spoken those words to my face in 20 years. Victoria - my ex-fiancee - was the last woman to say those three magical words to me. "I love you too, Devon." I pulled back slightly and gazed into those amazing blue eyes for several seconds. Devon seemed happy and vibrant. It was so easy for me to tell. This woman really loved me. Soon, I cemented my own feelings for her with a kiss. I pressed my lips to Devon's mouth and kissed her with an even mixture of tender love and affection. Perhaps Devon was the woman that I had been searching my entire life for? Was she my soul-mate? Could Devon, one day, become my bride? ***End of Chapter 14*** Island Fever Ch. 15 Chapter 15: "Veneration" ------------------- PAMELA Height: 5'6" Weight: 120 pounds Blonde Hair Brown Eyes Measurements: 38d-24-35 Age: 30 (bday: Jan. 5) Hello boys and girls, I'm Pamela, a natural blonde beauty with the cool personality to go with it. I've been a dancer for several years and LOVE IT!! I've definitely achieved my goal of being the best in the business. Trust me, once you've had me, you won't forget me. I can handle a party of six or 60, and I can promise that everyone will have the time of their lives. I've done shows for both guys and girls and love doing them both! So if you would like to enter my Bad Girl Playground, give me a call and I will be there. If you want a two girl show, I will bring my friend Bambi! Ta Ta for now, Pamela xoxoxo ------------------------------ As I sat in front of my computer and read that little biography, I shook my head and frowned inwardly. I had been surfing the Internet for the past hour and though I do not remember exactly how, I came across the website of the Baltimore-area strip club where Pamela was employed at. It seemed as if in addition to being a stage dancer who gave lap dances, Pamela was also a private party entertainer. Did I receive a glimpse of that last Tuesday evening, when Pamela danced atop the dining room table for all of the other ladies here on the island? It sure seemed that way... "Your Bad Girl Playground, huh?" I asked out loud, shaking my head. "And who in the world is Bambi?" Just about the only thing that brought a smile to my face about this specific web page was the photograph of Pamela that went along with it. In the picture, she was smiling and her vast, ample cleavage was on display. Pamela had on a skintight black t-shirt with a plunging neckline and the phrase Got Milk? etched across its front. The photograph, however, did not show anything below the chest. For a strip club, I thought inwardly, that seemed all-too-typical. At the bottom of the page, I noticed there were a pair of hyperlinks. One read more pictures of Pamela while the other was Pamela's customer reviews. I realize that most men would click on the picture link without a second thought, but I was far from being your typical, everyday guy. Dear [Strip Club Name], I'm taking this opportunity to thank your company for once again making our most recent bachelor party a huge success. My friends and I have been using your company for ten years and yet again we were treated to an evening of great entertainment. The young lady that made all of this possible was the lovely and charming Pamela. She is definitely a star in the making. Pamela is a really sweet girl and left a long lasting impression on all of the participants that evening. I would go out on a limb and say that if anyone who attended our party needs an entertainer in the future, Pamela will be their first choice. Everyone wished that she was booked for two hours instead of one because she made the evening a real success. I would once again like to thank you and hope to continue our association with your company. Pamela made me look very good in front of the guys. They cannot stop talking about it being the best bachelor party they ever attended and I owe it to you and Pamela. -Tim (Nottingham, MD) Pamela, Thank you for making my boyfriend's 21st birthday party a blast. Including me in the show was great! It was difficult for me to watch you dance and strip for Scott at first because I love him so much, but you wound up making me feel really comfortable with it by asking me to help with the show. Now his friends want to know when I will strip for them again! Gimme a call if you have anything in mind - hahaha. Everything was perfect ... thanks! -Sincerely, Tanya We would recommend Pamela to anyone wanting the best performer for a live act. Pamela is also a great actress who can role-play any character that you want. She listens to the instructions you give her, is very prompt in returning your phone calls (she called within minutes after I called [Strip Club Name] and selected her), was early in her arrival and had everything ready to go. Not to mention she is even more beautiful and stunning than the pictures on your website suggest. After the show, the people at the party agreed that Pamela bent over backwards (literally) to please everyone and was very attentive. Even her two bodyguards were totally professional. Try Pamela at your next event. If you do, you will be extremely satisfied. An Adoring Fan Just wanted to give much thanks to Pamela for putting on an awesome show for us on Saturday, March the 23th. All of the guys had a great time and it made for a memorable evening and a memorable bachelor party. Thanks again. --Malik from Baltimore To whom it may concern, I'm taking a few minutes from my lunch hour to send a note about one of your entertainers, Pamela. Last night, I attended a birthday party for a friend of mine and Pamela was a surprise guest. This note is not a critique about her body, or how everyone got all riled up when she arrived. It is more about what I thought was a woman who brings respect to adult entertainment. I have been in more strip clubs across the USA and abroad to fill a lifetime, so I am not easily impressed. My comment about Pamela is that I was impressed with how well she conducted herself in a very professional manner, as well as her sincere, non-soliciting personality. Many dancers, in my opinion, make it clear that it is all about the money. Pamela was different because I think she was successful in performing, being genuine, very professional and mature, and was compensated without blatantly soliciting. Let me end this by saying that when I arrange a bachelor party for another friend of mine come two months from now, I will most definitely call [Strip Club Name] and request Pamela. Thank you for reading ... Joseph Pamela, Just wanted to say thanks for coming out to Irvington a few weeks back and putting on a fabulous show for all of us. Everyone had a great time (especially the groom-to-be), and I hope you did as well. I also wanted to apologize for the inappropriate remarks made by one of the boys. Although Larry was drunk, he had no business saying something so totally ignorant and disrespectful toward you. If it is any consolation, your email address - HotandSexy@[Strip Club Name].com - sums it up, but it left out a few things like great smile, great body, great personality, etc. I think you get the point. Thanks again for an excellent time, Dennis I wish we had made Pamela and Bambi the final act because their show was impossible to beat, especially the sex toy/lesbian skit. They worked together very well and had all of us wondering if they were really together. Every mouth in the house was watering. Bambi was very funny and outgoing. Pamela dominated the attention of any man that she set her sights on. It's a good thing that we had a 30 minute intermission before the next show because everyone needed to cool off. As a final note, the pictures on your website do not do Pamela justice. She is HOT HOT HOT! Now I just have to get another of my buddies married so I can book Pamela and Bambi again. -Anonymous I just wanted to let you know that PAMELA did a show for our buddy's bachelor party this past Saturday afternoon and did a fantastic job. Not only was she on time and prepared, but she was just as gorgeous as advertised. Her absolutely adorable, feisty attitude topped off her perfectly toned body and beautiful, smiling face. Pamela made sure that everyone was having a blast. As for the show ... well I think our poor bachelor might be reconsidering. Nice work! We could not have asked for a better dancer. CDL 4/29/13 I recently had Pamela and Jewels come out for my buddy's bachlor party. They were amazing. They were early, chilled, relaxed and fun. They interacted incredibly well and were just unreal. They really worked the group. Pamela, I might just have to set up a little shrine in your honor (hehe). Will definitely request and use again in the future when required. -William I had a birthday party for my father on March 8, 2013. Originally we were supposed to get Jessica but Pamela called at the last moment and said that she was taking her place. Pamela came and did her entertainment and was great. We are talking about having another party and we definitely will be asking for Pamela again. She was very pleasant and clean, and fantastic with the group we had. Please let her know if I had to rate her on a scale of 1 to 10 I would definitely give her a 10. Thanks, Kathy Yo [Strip Club Name], Just wanted to say that Miss Pamela was the Shiznittle Bam Snip Snap Snabba tonight! She made the voyage all the way down to Salisbury for a night of craziness. I really do think that Pamela is the woman of my dreams. I would give anything in the world to have such a fine, fine woman as my very own. Thank you Pamela and please come down to party whenever you feel like getting silly. Always remember that the HBZ boys here at SU love ya! With blue balls and wet dreams, Turner As you can see, I clicked on the link for customer reviews instead of viewing more photographs of Pamela. I had a sneaking suspicion that the pictures could very well be of the more risque variety. Possibly, they were even nude ones. If so, believe it or not, I did not want to look at them. I did not care to see Pamela in a manner where her body was on center showcase in an effort for financial gain. I simply preferred not to look at her that way. The reviews, though quite complimentary of Pamela and her work, made me feel uncomfortable and depressed inside. Pamela seemed to be too good and too classy of a person to be flaunting herself to total strangers in strip club rooms and on the party circuit. As a member of Mensa, Pamela was also incredibly smart. The 30-year-old was ranked on the Dean's List at the Maryland university that she attended. Nothing against strippers, of course, but Pamela did not seem the type to be cut out for this line of work. From what I have gathered thus far in nearly two weeks of being around her, Pamela was incredibly warm and kind-hearted. She was not cold and abrasive, which is another stereotype that goes along with her line of work. Pamela was also - this may sound strange - somewhat reclusive and shy. I wanted to get Pamela to open up to me even more than she already had. I wanted to know everything about her. "Shiznittle Bam Snip Snap Snabba?" I asked out loud here at my computer, dumbfounded, glancing at the final customer review one more time. "What in the HELL does that mean?..." ------- "I want to dance for you right now, Jeremy." "Are you sure you want to do that for me?" I asked Pamela a bit later that morning, wanting and needing confirmation. "Do you really want to give me another lap dance?" Pamela laughed and replied, "Of course I want to dance for you, Jeremy." Little did Pamela know, however, that I had baited her into a discussion about her career over the past 30 minutes. After viewing her portfolio on the strip club's website, I was overly curious about everything. Most of all, I was curious as to why a beautiful and intelligent woman such as Pamela had chosen exotic dancing as her career. Pamela was much better than the negative stereotype that went along with being a stripper. She was, in my eyes, an angel. As we lounged outside upon the deck which flanked my private suite, I offered Pamela a smile and asked, "Would it be too much to ask if you were to treat me like a customer?" "What do you mean?" "I'd like for you to treat me like a customer," I told her again. "I want you to treat me like a patron at that club you work at in [City Name]. I've never been to a strip club before, so I have no idea what those places are like. Well ... I do have some idea, I guess, but not really." I nodded my head and concluded, "You know what I mean." She grinned at me. "Like a customer, huh? You want me to take your money, too?" "I want you to treat me like a customer," I reiterated. "I want you to take my money, talk to me like you don't even know me. I'm just a dollar sign to you." Pamela frowned as I added, "That's how you said you looked at all of the guys who come to your club. They have money, and you want it." "I didn't look at ALL of them that way," Pamela countered. "Some of the guys were really sweet. If a guy wasn't all that attractive, but he was nice and friendly, and acted like a gentleman, I would try to be extra nice to him in return. Like, give him a hug after the lap dance ended - and let him hug me too. Some guys I would even give a tiny peck on the cheek. I never did that for guys who were mean, disrespectful toward me in the slightest, or attractive." "You only let the unattractive guys hug you after the lap dance ended?" I confirmed. "Interesting." "I figured they were at the club because they led lonely lives. With some guys, you could really tell. They were shy, afraid to make too much eye contact. Believe it or not, but I can spot the 30-year-old virgin from a mile away. I have danced for plenty of guys like that. I wanted to be nice to them. For guys like that, I may very well have been the first woman they ever saw nude before. That ... lasts a lifetime for them. That memory. If so, I did not want that memory to be negative. I did not want to look back a decade later and say the first time I saw a nude woman, it was some uncaring and classless stripper. Instead, I wanted them to say yes, it was a stripper, but she was very nice and attentive toward me, and it was actually a good experience. That was my goal, at least, with the 30-year-old virgin." "But you still worked them for their money." "Yes, I did," she nodded. "20 bucks for a table dance, 25 for a couch dance and 35 for the champagne room, where there was the most contact. Each dance lasted for an entire song, and once about every half-hour there were two-for-one specials. Two dances for the price of one." "I bet you made a lot of money." "Not as much as you'd think," she told me. "For every dance I did, no matter if it was the 20, 25 or $35 variety, I had to give ten dollars back to the club. On top of that, the club got its flat house fee - $70." She frowned and then added, "Some nights, business was really slow and I wound up owing the club money." I squinted my eyes. "How so?" Pamela shrugged her shoulders. "The house fee - 70 bucks. Even if I did not make $70 on any given night, I still had to pay the house fee. I had to give three lap dances at $35 apiece to show any kind of profit for myself every night. Those three dances added up to $105. But with the $70 house fee and ten bucks going back to the club for every dance I did, I'd only walk away with five dollars for the first three lap dances I did every night. After that, though, the money and the profits began to pile up. But I cannot count all the times that I worked nine or ten hours and came up empty. You work all that time and wind up owing your job money. I had to fork over $70 first thing every night I went to work." "That doesn't sound right." Pamela nodded. "It's not right. But it's the way it is. On the flip-side, though, there were certain nights when I actually took home $1,000 to $1,500 in cash. During a routine night, though, I take home five or six hundred. Those more than made up for the slow nights. Most of my job is just sitting around and talking with the customers in the club. We have to talk to them and be very nice in order for them to open up their wallets. Oh ... and when we dance on stage, or on the side ledge near the wall, I'd be lucky to get two or three bucks in tips. Usually, one guy would come over and tip me. If I was lucky, it led to a private dance." "You said it was a really classy place?" "Oh yes, most definitely," Pamela answered. "I would've never applied there if it was anything but. All of the club employees were real nice and business-like, from the manager to the house madam, the bouncers, the waitresses and even the restroom attendants. I never had any problems, though I did not particularly care for some of the other dancers. But it's that way no matter what club you work at. There is always going to be jealousy and resentment, rivalries, among some of the dancers. We are in a constant competition, some friendly and some not, to attract the customer's attention. That is the only way a dancer can make any money. The competition could become a bit pretentious at times." "What did you talk about with the customers?" I inquired. "You said you had to talk and be real nice to them." "It was a house policy. We could never be negative toward anyone, no matter what they said or did. If they became too unruly, the bouncers would step in and take care of them. I had my standard list of questions for every customer - name, had they been to the club before, where do they live and what do they do for a living. We would chat for awhile and then, eventually, I would ask if they wanted a private dance." "Did you have any truly loyal customers? Guys who looked at you as their favorite, and always sought you out?" She grinned. "I had my share. There was this one guy ... his name was Eric. He would come in once a week and plop down $350 for ten lap dances from me in the champagne room. It usually wound up being 12 or 13, because of the special two-for-one deal every half-hour. I had to sit down and rest once every three or four songs. Eric never seemed to mind. We would just sit there and talk." She paused for a brief moment, perhaps lost in thought. "He was my favorite. Not because he gave me all that money, but because he was very depressed and lonely in life. He was incredibly sweet, too. He was one of those 30-year-old virgins that I mentioned. It felt good to give him that ray of sunshine every week. I was the only dancer that he was interested in seeing. He'd call the club beforehand to see if I was working that night. If I wasn't, he would not come. Between all of the dancing and talking we did, Eric usually stayed for three hours. I loved him being there." "Did you ever think of meeting him outside of work?" "No, that was my rule - don't mix business with pleasure. Plus, if I did that and the club found out about it - dating a customer I met at work - I would be fired on the spot. Some strip clubs encourage that and some don't. This one doesn't." Pamela hesitated before saying, "I did break that rule once, though. There was this really hot girl that I danced for one night. She even got me excited. A customer getting ME excited happens once every two or three years. Anyway, I met her - Renee - in a hotel room after my shift ended that night. We had a ... wild time. But I was a lot younger then, and much more impressionable than I am now." Pamela glanced downward for an instant. "If I ever did break that personal rule about meeting customers outside of work, the only man that I could possibly see that happening with would have been Eric. You know, the 30-year-old virgin. I thought about the possibility of that from time to time, I guess. But in the end, I just did not feel comfortable with the idea of possibly dating a man whom I had met at work." She shook her head and ended, "Wouldn't feel right to me." "The strip club doesn't sound like that bad of a place," I observed. "It seems to be safe with good security and standards. You also speak highly of the management." "It does have its drawbacks," Pamela countered. "As I said, they are very classy and professional in the way the place is run. Thus, consequences go along with that." "Consequences? What do you mean?" Pamela frowned. "The fines there are outrageous." "Fines?" She nodded her head. "Yes, the place has fines. Like if you are just ten minutes late for work, it's a $50 fine." My eyes went wide as she added, "Then two dollars for every extra minute until you arrive. Once I was 45 minutes late and wound up paying $120 in fines. That's the high for me. I was stuck in a traffic jam, but they did not care. The house madam told me to listen to the traffic report on the radio next time, so I'd be better prepared next time." Island Fever Ch. 15 "Wow..." I gushed, awestruck. "Just for being late?" She nodded her head once again. "Yes, just for being late. It's SO ridiculous. And when it's your turn to be on stage, you HAVE to be there at the beginning of the song. If not, that's a hundred dollar fine. I could be talking with a customer but if the D.J. calls out my name, I have to end the conversation and be on stage. I have a 60 second window. But the music is so loud and blaring, sometimes it is hard to hear the D.J. call out my name. I have to pay attention." "No wonder strip club owners have so much money," I said. "They pop you for $70 just to work for them each night, take $10 from every private dance you do and charge outrageous fines. Does not seem to be a way to keep employees happy." "There is also the $150 fine," Pamela added. "They have never gotten me for it, though." "What is it?" "Dancers are allowed to smoke cigarettes in the club, but only at the bar or at a table," she answered. "If any girl is caught holding an open cigarette while out on the floor, it is an automatic $150 fine. We can carry packs or cartons, but not an open cigarette. I don't smoke, though, so they have never had the chance to hit me up for that much." "That's good," I nodded. "Smoking is bad for you. My brother got lung cancer from years of second-hand smoke while growing up. My mom always smoked. I can only hope that I don't get cancer one day because of it, too. Her smoking was not the main reason my brother got cancer, but his doctor said it was definitely a contributing factor." Pamela looked concerned. "Your brother. Is he ... okay?" "Dan is doing well," I nodded. "He beat cancer." "Good, I'm glad," Pamela breathed. Having asked Pamela this following question in the past, I already knew the answer to it. But I felt like asking it again anyway. "Do you actually like being a stripper?" The blonde hesitated for a moment, then made a face. "I always tell people yes, but the truth is, I really hate it. But the money is wonderful. That's why I do it. I made well over $200,000 in cash last year. It was tax-free, too." "You don't report your income to the IRS?" "No way," she answered. "Strippers are what is called independent contractors. We don't get checks. We get paid in cash. We are supposed to report our earnings, of course, but I don't want to give up all of the money I would owe in taxes each year. If you do a background check on me, I have been unemployed for the past 11 years." "You've been a stripper for 11 years." "Exactly," Pamela nodded. "The government does not know that I am a stripper. They think I am unemployed. So why should I report my earnings to them? I would probably lose 70 or 80 grand a year. That would be foolish." "Hopefully you never get caught," I offered. "I can see, though, why the money would keep you there. $200,000 plus per year... $4,000 per week, I guess. Tax-free, too. Nice." "I endure a lot of verbal abuse there," Pamela told me. "A lot of the customers each night get drunk and become disrespectful. But the worst is on Friday and Saturday nights. Though those are the best nights to make money, I hate working them. There are so many 18- and 19-year-old guys who come in. They are wild and unruly. They think they can say whatever they want. I hate them." I frowned. "Most of them, I'm sure, have no idea how to conduct themselves around a REAL woman like you." Pamela sulked and continued, "That job changed the way I look at people. I thought that everyone, in the club or even at the mall, looked at me as an object. Nothing but an object. I lost all of my trust in humanity." Her lower lip quivered as she added, "You're the first man, Jeremy, that I have trusted in probably six or seven years." My body tingled as I asked, "Me? Why is that?" "Just the way you treat me, and everyone else," she said. "You're willing to sit and talk with me. I can talk with you for three or four hours about anything, and you don't even make a move on me. We have had sex a couple of times with each other, but you still want to talk to me, get to know me. I'm not used to that. You're interested in me. And you care about all of us here. That caring is sincere, and real. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it." I chuckled and wryly told her, "Anyone would find it interesting to know that a stripper likes to read books about Egyptian artifacts and the mysteries of the Nile River." A question that long puzzled me then popped into my mind. I figured that if anyone could answer it off the top of their head, it would be Pamela. "Why does the Nile flow south to north, instead of north to south?" "It flows downhill from the high mountains in Africa," she answered. "Very few rivers in the world actually flow south to north, but the Nile is one." She paused and added, "I would love to go on a trip down ... err, up it one day." Suddenly, I came up with a question that I thought she had no chance of answering. "Why is the sky blue?" "A clear and cloudless sky in the daytime is blue because molecules from the air scatter blue light more than they scatter red light, or any other light, from the sun," she explained, as I listened in astonishment. Pamela knew the answer to this question, too? "At sunset, the sky appears red and orange because the blue light has been scattered out and away from our line of vision. I believe this is called the Tyndall Effect. Yes ... named after a scientist." Was there anything that Pamela DID NOT know? What other question could I possibly try to stump her with? I certainly could not think of any better question than the last one. She was a truly amazing person, indeed. "You're too smart and too classy of a woman to have put yourself through this stripping business for 11 years," I nodded, gently kissing the back of her hand. "One day very soon, hopefully, you will graduate from college and become a teacher. That is your career goal. Lindsay is thinking about becoming a teacher too, you know." I smiled and added, "I bet you have a 4.0 grade point average in college, right?" "3.8," she corrected me. "I was looking on the Internet and came across the website for the strip club that you work at," I told her. "You have a bio page in it. It says that you love being a stripper. It also says something about your Bad Girl Playground." "Don't pay any attention to that garbage," Pamela quipped, making a face. "The club wants their customers to think that we - the dancers - wrote those pages ourselves. Truth is, their website guy wrote most, if not all, of them. I don't get on the computer much but have seen what it says about me. I was angry and upset at first, but it passed. That bio page has earned me a lot of money since it's been online." "What about bachelor parties and other private shows of that nature?" I inquired. "Seems you have done a lot of them in recent times. What are they like?" Pamela shook her head and sighed. "Terrible. How would you like to get naked in some strange house or apartment, and give lap dances to ten, 20, sometimes 30 guys that you never even met before? I thank God for my bodyguards. Most girls have one, but I have two. They go with me to all of the private parties and make sure that I am kept safe." "Shiznittle Bam Snip Snap Snabba," I murmured, repeating the same phrase I had earlier read on the website. Pamela looked at me strangely. "What?" I chuckled and shrugged her off. "Oh, nothing." Laughing again, I added, "Bodyguards? Employed by you or the club?" "The club," Pamela responded. "I actually take a cut in pay for each out-of-club party that I go to so I can have a second bodyguard. It just gives me peace of mind." "How much does one of those parties cost?" "Booking a lone dancer costs $400 an hour, or $950 for three hours," Pamela told me. "But some people like two dancers instead of one. That costs $700 per hour. I get paid $205 per hour, no matter what. It is $25 less than all of the other girls because I have that extra bodyguard." "What do most customers book?" "One hour," she answered. "I usually leave parties with anywhere from a few bucks to $100 in tips. People go to the website and pick a girl they like, then call the club and make all of the arrangements. I usually give them a call myself to confirm everything. Or, they come to the club directly and pick a girl out. I usually do one, maybe two bachelor or birthday parties each month. Also, I will ONLY do them on Friday and Saturday nights. It gets me away from the wild college kids at the club those nights." "But you still don't like doing private parties?" She frowned and shook her head. "Not at all. They are terrible. But ... this is what I do for a living. Strip, that is. I've been doing it for years. I always wanted to get out of the business, but I can't because of the money. I won't leave it until I get a job as a schoolteacher. The money will be much less, yes, but being a teacher has been my life-long ambition. It is what I go to college for. I figure that anything else is not worth the pay cut." "Does anyone that you go to college with know what you do for a living? Or do they have any suspicions?" "I don't think so," Pamela replied. "There are strip clubs all over the area for students from my school to go to. The one I work at, it is 31 miles away from where I live. It is 39 miles away from the college campus itself. I could work at a club a lot closer, but the chances of meeting up with someone who actually knows me would be a whole lot greater that way. So, I go the long distance." Lost in thought, Pamela paused for a moment. "To tell you the truth, I really don't interact that much with the people I go to college with. 90 percent of them are ages 18 to 22, while I'm 30. I basically just keep to myself." "Guys hit on you, I bet..." Pamela shrugged her shoulders and countered, "I just tell them that I am not interested. I see enough college kids every Friday and Saturday night at work. There is no way that I would ever date someone that young of an age." I smiled at her. "You're just a regular girl in a very irregular job. Still, you're above that place. You're better than that, Pamela. Much better. I want you to know that, because I know it myself. You're better than that." The young woman took a deep breath and sighed. "It seems like I've been an exotic dancer forever. In many ways, I have lost my touch with reality. I find it so incredibly difficult to trust others. It's hard in my line of work." "Yet you trust me?" I smiled. "It's not even been two weeks since we met. How can you trust me already?" "I just get this sense about you," she explained. "And, believe it or not, but I've talked to Kristanna about you. She knows you better than anyone else here, correct? You have been friends with her for four years? Kristanna has nothing but good things to say about you, Jeremy." I chuckled. "I have nothing but good things to say about Kristanna. She is a very special and unique friend." Pamela glanced downward for a moment and pouted. She took a deep breath and then made eye contact with me yet again. "Camille made me angry earlier." "What?" I asked, taken off-guard. "What happened?" "Amy told me that Camille made the comment to her that no stripper is to be trusted, and all of them are hungry for money. Camille even went as far as to say that I am not interested in you because of who you are, Jeremy, but because of WHAT you are - a man with two billion dollars." Pamela's brown eyes flashed as she shook her head in denial. "It got me SO MAD! Camille has NO RIGHT to talk about me, or say things like that, behind my back. NO RIGHT!" I frowned. "It does not surprise me that Camille would be the one to say something like that. This is just my own opinion, of course, but Camille is a blabber-mouth. She's said a few private things about Devon to the others, too." I smiled and kissed Pamela on the bridge of her nose. "But it doesn't matter, dear. Let Camille think whatever she likes. Let her say whatever she wants. It does not matter." "I've had more money than all of my boyfriends and girlfriends since I started stripping," Pamela added. "Not two billion dollars like you told Lindsay you have, but much more than any of them, nonetheless. I know what it is like, Jeremy. They want you to pay their car payment. They want to borrow money, but never return it. I know all about it." I laughed. "They want you to buy them a new house..." "I'm the least materialistic person you could ever meet," Pamela said. "Aside from my car and penthouse, I don't spend money on anything. I save it. I told you that I have over $600,000 in the bank. All I ever do is stay home anyway. I have always been afraid of the future. I want to save as much money as possible. I don't know what's in the future." "Sweetheart, you don't have to justify yourself to me. I don't judge you because of your job." Pamela grunted. "Oooooh ... Camille still makes me MAD! I cannot believe Camille would talk bad about me like that behind my back. Tell Amy that I only like you for your money! I have never said one bad word about Camille, so I have no idea why she would talk about me behind my back." "Camille and her opinion does not matter," I reiterated. "Do not worry about it, Pamela. I am starting to like her less and less with every passing day. Do not worry one bit about Camille. I do not think that she is a good person." "I'll try, Jeremy." I tilted my head to the side and looked at her intently. "You said you were afraid of the future, dear. Why?" "Because I can't strip forever," Pamela fretted. "I am going to college, studying education. But I am very fearful all of the time I have spent in college may go for nothing. What school is going to hire someone who stripped for 11 years to be a teacher? I have started thinking about that." "Don't tell them that you were a stripper." "It's a little more complicated than that." "How so?" I wondered. "You said you are an independent contractor. You have no job. Someone runs a background check on you, it comes up empty job-wise for the past 11 years." I shrugged my shoulders. "The school would never know that you were a stripper unless you told them." "I'm scared that they would investigate that long gap," Pamela frowned. "I would think, of all places, that schools are extremely thorough in looking into the backgrounds of potential employees - especially teachers." Pamela hung her head low. "I've worked so hard in college. I hope all of that hard work was done for a purpose. I really started to worry about this recently. You would think that a school would be curious as to why someone claims they were totally unemployed from ages 19 to 30, or 31 next year. I ... I will get my degree next year. I can't wait. I just can't wait." Pamela inhaled sharply, then momentarily closed her eyes. "Hey, I was gonna give you a lap dance, remember? You wanted me to treat you like a customer at the club where I work." "I don't want you to dance for me anymore." "Why?" Pamela asked, confused. "Because you don't like it," I told her. "You said it yourself - you don't like being a stripper. I don't want you to do something that you are not in favor of, Pamela. I was already aware that you did not like being a stripper, but I did not know the true extent until just moments ago. So, I do not want you to dance for me anymore." She shook her head at me. "No, it's okay, Jeremy. I WANT to dance for you. You're not a drunken customer. You are not a stranger. I know you enjoyed that lap dance I gave you last weekend. I want to give you another." "Are you sure?" "Yes, positive," she confirmed. "Let me dance for you. But I want to do it inside." Pamela placed both arms in front of her body and shivered here on the outdoor deck. "This island of yours can get quite chilly sometimes ... especially when the wind starts whipping about." "Very well," I nodded, extending my hand to her. "Let's go back inside - to my personal suite." ------- Five minutes later, our role-playing game of Pamela the stripper, Jeremy the customer had already begun. All the stacked blonde did was retrieve a pair of high-heeled shoes and a lacey ankle ruffle from her guest room, then return to my own private room and take off all of her clothing. Now, she stood atop the nearby dresser with nothing but the high-heels and ruffle on. The gorgeous young lady was methodically parading her hot, luscious body about, gently swaying and bumping her hips to an unheard rhythm. At the same time, I pretended to be a customer - seated in a corner chair and silently admiring her. I liked role-playing games. Pamela's large, D-cup breasts shimmied back-and-forth as she smiled and made eye contact with me. I nodded my head and grinned at her in return, knowing there could not be a more incredibly beautiful stripper in the whole, wide world. Maybe not even a more beautiful WOMAN, period... At 5-foot-6 and 120 pounds, Pamela sported a fabulous figure that was home to some tight curves and awesome angles. Those bedroom eyes could lure any man into her spell, while that gentle, friendly smile hinted at a unique warmness and sensitivity underneath. With that body, she had made a very nice living for herself in the world of adult entertainment. Very slowly, Pamela turned her back to me upon the dresser and then bent over at the waist, offering me a tempting glance of her round, tight ass. The 30-year-old wiggled it about for a bit, then spun around on a high-heel and cupped her breasts, her eyes again focused on my face. I smiled at her as my cock began to twitch within my shorts. Pamela's hips bumped and undulated as she rolled her head about, her long hair flailing every-which-way. Pamela then cupped and squeezed her heavenly breasts as she danced and swiveled about upon the sturdy wooden dresser in just the pair of high-heels and lacey ankle ruffle. Playing the role of customer, I slowly got up from my chair and made my way over to the dresser. After I reached into my pocket and pulled out a money clip, Pamela grinned and then began squirming and bucking her hips about as if she was in the process of getting drilled during sex. I pulled out a single dollar bill and held it up for her. Pamela smiled, then spread her legs and knelt down directly in front of me. Her delicate, glistening pussy staring me right in the face, I soon realized what the ruffle was for. She grabbed one side of it and pulled it away from her ankle. I promptly slipped the dollar bill into its rightful place. "Thank you, sweetheart," she returned (using her standard line at the club), flashing me a million-dollar smile. "There's more where that came from," I grinned, offering her another dollar. I slipped it into the ruffle, too. "Would you like to sit and talk for awhile once this song is over?" Pamela asked, being overly nice and cordial. When I nodded my head at her, Pamela made a clicking sound with her mouth and winked an eye at me. "It's almost finished." She stood up and began dancing and gyrating upon the dresser once again, but suddenly stopped and looked down at me. "The song is finally over!" Pamela squealed, extending me her hand. "Would you help me down, please?" I took her hand into mine and held on tight as she stepped down onto a chair, and then the floor. "Let's find somewhere to sit." "Sounds good to me," I told her, as we took a seat at the computer table. Now, I would get a taste of the strip club experience. I had always been very curious about it... "Hi there!" Pamela greeted me, in perhaps the nicest and most warm tone I had ever heard a woman use. "Thank you for the nice tips. I really, really appreciate it." "You are very welcome," I nodded. "So ... what's your name, sweetheart?" Island Fever Ch. 15 "Jeremy." "I'm Pamela," she returned, grasping my hand and shaking it in a friendly manner. "Most of the girls here at the club use stage names, but I don't. My real name is Pamela ... I am who I am. So ... have you been to this club in the past?" "No, I haven't. Actually, I've never been to one of these places before in my entire life." "Really?" she confirmed, acting surprised. "I did not think you had been here before because I don't recognize you. Not only am I really good at remembering faces, but I've been working here forever!" Pamela flashed me another dazzling smile. "Let me tell you, Jeremy, that this is a really nice and classy club. Do you like it here so far?" "I like it a lot." "Where do you live?" I grinned and told her, "On an exotic, tropical island off the coast of Peru. It's beautiful. Where do you live?" "Oh, I live just outside of Baltimore," Pamela responded. Smart, I told myself. Pamela did not tell me her specific hometown. Outside of Baltimore covered a large area. "Just exactly how long have you been working here?" She nodded at me. "11 years. I like it here a lot. It helps put me through college, and pay the bills. Being here for 11 years, you know, I have seniority on all of the other dancers. They all look at me as the mother hen!" Pamela was being overly nice. I mean, overly nice. I wondered how many times she had this same, exact conversation in the past with total strangers? "So Jeremy, where do you work?" "I don't work. Believe it or not, I'm retired." "You're retired?" she gasped. "You seem awfully young to be retired. What are you? I bet you're 39." "Yes, I am. And I bet you are 30, dear." Pamela smiled, staying in character. "Hey, you're good." I decided to extend the game to another level. "I imagine that this is your only job? Do you work any place else?" "This is my only job," she confirmed. "Believe it or not, but I thought of getting a part-time job a couple of years ago at a Starbucks coffee shop right down the street from where I live. I'd been almost a daily customer of them for years - and still am - but decided against it in the end. I did not want to take away all of my free time in working both there and here, and going to college at the same time. My life is busy and hectic enough as it is!" Obviously, that was news to me. Pamela once considered getting a part-time job at a coffee-house to help supplement her income as an exotic dancer? At the very least, it would have been something legitimate to put on her work record... "You said you were retired, right?" I nodded my head at her as she continued, "What type of work were you in?" "Internet type of stuff," I commented. "Website and domain construction. I got lucky and made a lot of money." Pamela smiled. "I am not really into computers myself. I honestly only use one because there is a lingerie store in Pittsburgh called Chelsea's, and that is where I buy all of my lingerie and sexy outfits for work at. They have their own website and I bet that I am their number one customer! I have been using that particular website for many years." "What do you do with your free time?" I inquired. "Well ... if I'm not working or attending college, I'm usually studying. In the few precious moments that I have outside of that, I like to read. I fall in love with books and never want to set them down. Other than that, I spend time with my sister. She and I are room-mates. Her name is Candice, and she is my best friend. I'm fairly boring." I grinned at her and spoke from the heart in responding, "I very seriously doubt that you are boring, Pamela." The young woman smiled again at me, but decided to change the subject. "Hey, you know what? I had some horrible luck tonight. I was caught speeding by the cops, going 92 in a 65 mile-per-hour zone. It was so embarrassing." "92?" I exclaimed. "You must have been in a hurry." "Yes, I was," she replied. "I was late for work." With any luck, I said inwardly, you did not have to pay that outrageous fine, dear. I sure hope not... "I could have been in a lot of trouble for going so fast, you know, but the cop was nice. I had my [Strip Club Name] t-shirt on, and he said he and his buddies come here from time to time. I told him I was already 15 minutes late for work. He told me to slow down and be more careful. He also bumped my ticket from 92 down to 80. That way, he said, I would not have to go to traffic court, but I still had to pay a fine." Pamela grinned and added, "I told him to come up and get a dance from me sometime." The segue was set. "How about you? Would you like a dance from me, Jeremy?" "Yes, I would," I answered. Pamela smiled once again as she stood up from the chair and extended her hand. I took it, and then she led me to the middle of my personal suite. "Since this is your first time here, let me explain that a couch dance will cost you $25. Or we could go up to the champagne room. It is really the best place, but runs an additional ten bucks - $35. Much more contact there. I can give you a table dance for $20, but it is minimal contact." I smiled at her. "The champagne room sounds perfect." As Pamela led me by the hand over to the large sofa near the back wall - which would serve as the champagne room, I guess - I pulled out a pair of twenties from my money clip. I extended the cash to her, but Pamela shook her head and retorted, "You don't have to pay me until the dance is over." "No," I said. "Go ahead and take it. Keep the change." "Thank you!" she squealed, momentarily leaning over and grabbing the pair of dollar bills I had given her earlier. She placed the total of $42 on the end table and then motioned for me to take a seat upon the sofa. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," she requested, and I complied. Pamela stepped directly between my legs and gently nudged her tender knee and lower calf across the aching bulge within my shorts. She then placed her hands on my shoulders and vigorously shook her body, causing her large, firm breasts to jiggle about a mere two inches in front of my face. The enchantress leaned down somewhat and pressed her upper torso onto my chest and abdomen. With both arms now linked around my neck, she placed the side of her face upon my heart and held it there for several seconds. Her fluffy hair felt wonderful against my own chin and face. "How much does a Pepsi or Coke cost here?" "$14," she answered, which caused my eyebrows to nearly skyrocket. "They give you about three-quarters of a can. I know, I know ... the prices for drinks here are outrageous." "What about orange juice?" Pamela giggled. "I don't think we serve orange juice." "Is the food on the menu any good?" "Not unless you want to get sick..." My legs still wide, Pamela hooked her own legs over my upper thighs and straddled me there. Her lovely, pristine face hovered in front of mine for several seconds, her eyes seemingly flashing in an exotic manner. "I can't touch you ... right?" I confirmed, my hands idly resting at my sides. "No, but I can touch you," she explained. "House rules." She giggled and added, "I don't want the bouncers to beat you up, and kick you out." Pamela turned to the side and slid off of my lap, and to the side of the sofa. Now seated there, she draped her legs across my lap and spread them far apart, allowing me an unobstructed view of her sweet, intoxicating pussy. My heart nearly skipped a beat as she reached between her thighs and twiddled away at her clitoris with a single fingertip. Pamela's next move was to glide down to the floor. With her back to me, she got onto her hands and knees, with her ass perched high - and staring me straight in the face. She gyrated and swiveled her shapely hips about for my adoring eyes in a somewhat lewd, suggestive manner, before slowly turning around and rising up to her knees. Starting at my crotch, Pamela snaked her cover-girl face up my body - past my abdomen and chest, and finally stopped at eye-level. She stared at me for several seconds with a seductive expression, then tapped my nose with a fingertip. Her face descended lower once again, and this time, the goddess held it near my stomach. Her eyes never left mine as she stared up at me, her right forearm now rubbing and massaging the lump within my shorts. Pamela then wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed tightly, and again snaked her way up my body. This time, however, she kept her breasts pressed hard against my torso. Again at eye-level, Pamela linked her arms around my neck and leaned her face in close to my right ear. I could feel her warm, sensuous breath upon my ear, and then she even blew into it - which sent absolute shockwaves of hot pleasure shooting all throughout my body. An instant later, I felt her tongue on my ear. She licked it! Twice! "Whoa ... is that normal?" I asked, breaking character. "Yes, it is," Pamela frowned, taking a step back and nodding her head. "The house madam likes for us to lick or gently bite a customer's ear once, if not twice, each dance." She then reverted back to our role-playing game and said, "Would you like another dance? It will run you $35 more." The game was over. I brought Pamela into my arms and hugged her in a very warm and caring manner. Then, despite the high level of excitement she had given me during her performance upon the dresser and the ensuing lap dance, I came to a conclusion. Still embracing her with both arms, I inhaled sharply and declared, "I don't want you to dance for me ever again." She pulled away and looked at me as I added, "Pamela, you're not a stripper anymore. Not as long as you're on my island. I am going to get you out of that mindset once and for all." "What do you mean?" she asked, confused, making a motion toward my crotch. "You're hard as a ROCK. You don't want me to dance for you anymore? I don't quite understand." "Just what I said. You're not a stripper any more as long as you're on my island. I enjoyed the lap dance, yes, but to be honest, I don't like looking at you in that way." Pamela sighed as I added, "You are an incredibly good and wonderful person. You're BETTER than this, Pamela. How many times do I need to tell you that? You are so much better - in so many different ways. Truth is, I am more interested in the Pamela on the inside instead of the Pamela on the outside." Perched in my lap with my hands around her waist, Pamela sagged somewhat and leaned back. "You ... you're the first guy who has ever said that to me, Jeremy." I smiled as she cooed, "You want to know me inside more than outside." "It's the truth," I assured her. "I do admit that you are a very beautiful woman, and that is a major reason why I noticed you in the first place two weeks ago. But it is not what is keeping my interest. The person inside of you is keeping my interest. I want to know more about the person inside of you. I want to know everything there is to know." Pamela placed her hands on either side of my face and smiled at me, her head slightly tilted to the side. "I want to know everything about you too, Jeremy." An instant later, she pressed those red, moist lips of hers to my mouth and offered me a tender, very pleasurable kiss. At the same time, Pamela linked her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. Our kiss, slow and languid, lasted a good 15 seconds. Suddenly, it felt as if I had died and gone to Heaven. "Hmmmmm ... I enjoyed that," were my words once our lips finally parted ways. Now looking into her luminous brown eyes, I brought my right hand up and grazed the back of it across Pamela's cheek in the most gentle of fashions. A single tear formed within her left eye, and then streaked down her face. She sighed and smiled in response and then, I kissed her again. This time, our tongues touched and danced together in wondrous, blissful harmony. "Why don't you put some clothes on?" I whispered, bumping her nose with my own. I glanced at Pamela's nude form for a brief moment. God, she was beautiful. Simply beautiful! I then re-focused my sights onto her eyes and said, "Get some clothes on, and we'll talk some more. I don't feel all that comfortable talking to you without you wearing clothes." Pamela snickered. "Then why don't you take your clothes off, too? I'm sure you would be more comfortable then." I lowered my head for a moment, then looked back up and smiled at Pamela. "I just feel like talking to you right now. That's all. I want to know more about you. I want to know about your family. I want to know how it was growing up for you. I want to know what life is like in Maryland." Pamela smiled and traced the tip of her right forefinger over and across my chin. "I will tell you whatever you want to know about me, Jeremy." That subtle, simple move sent a wave of good sensations coursing throughout my entire body. The 30-year-old pecked my cheek with a kiss and then offered me yet another warm, spirit-lifting embrace. I grinned at her one more time. "I got some dress shirts, some sweatshirts and sweatpants and the like over in my closet. Go over and put something on ... just enough to cover up. I even got some big basketball and football jerseys. I have always loved the sight of a woman in a football jersey. I know that sounds incredibly strange, but it's the truth." Pamela graced my cheek with another kiss and giggled, then pushed herself away from me and stood up. She glanced at the nearby closet, then back at me. "It's not all that often, you know, when I have someone asking me to actually put some clothes on. In fact, you're the first, Jeremy." I nodded my head and countered, "I think I might be the first of a lot of things for you, sweetheart." Pamela stood by and pondered those words for a moment or two, then flashed me another smile before turning and making her way over to the closet. "You like your women in football jerseys, huh? Let me see what I can find in here..." "How is this?" Pamela asked a moment later, emerging from the closet. She was decked out in a #18 Cincinnati Bengals (my favorite team since I was born there) NFL replica jersey. The black nylon fabric was the perfect contrast for Pamela's long-flowing blonde hair and immaculate complexion. The jersey was so big on her that it went down to her knees. Smiling, Pamela spun around in a circle and modeled the jersey for me. "Too bad you don't have a Ravens' uniform, but I'm not complaining. All I saw was this and some NBA Laker uniforms. Great athlete or not, I would never be caught dead in a Kobe Bryant jersey after what he was accused of a decade or so ago." She smiled again and added, "You should have a Ray Lewis jersey instead of A.J. Green." Suddenly overcome with a feeling of love and devotion - women in athletic apparel was a fetish of mine, remember - I stepped forward and grasped both of Pamela's hands with my own. I kissed her and offered, "I can certainly understand why you would not want to wear a Kobe jersey. In my defense, I bought it LONG before he got into all the legal trouble." Pamela stepped back, but held onto my wrists and thus, extended my arms outward. She offered me a glittering smile and cooed, "Take me somewhere." "Where?" "Anywhere. Somewhere in this big mansion that I have yet to visit. I don't care. I just want to be with you." Pamela tilted her head from side-to-side in an impish manner and concluded, "In fact, I don't ever want to leave you." ------- Across from the exercise room was the home theater (not to be confused with the OmniMAX theater located elsewhere). Very contemporary in design, the home theater contained customized leather seating to ensure maximum comfort while enjoying a movie. Overhead, the black ceiling was in a wave-like, undulating design and was filled with fiber optic lights to create a starry nighttime effect. This fabulous room also included a built-in bar and large popcorn machine. It was perfect for what I had in mind tonight... "Slushy?" I said to Pamela, handing her a cherry drink made of soft ice. When she took the cup from me and sipped its straw, I smiled and sat down in the chair next to her. I grasped her left hand with my right and gently kissed it. "Thank you," she said, motioning toward her drink. "You're welcome." "Is there anything to watch on the movie screen?" Pamela asked. "Or do we just sit here and talk?" "I have over 2,000 movies," I informed her. "If you like it, I probably have it in the video room. Name a movie." Pamela slumped down in her chair and placed her head on my shoulder. "I would rather just sit and talk, Jeremy. It is so good to be able to relax ... and just TALK. Not have to worry about impressing some customer, or trying to coax another $35 out of him or her. Just to be myself, and talk. The only person who ever really listened to me was Candice." "Your sister?" "Yes." "What can you tell me about the rest of your family?" "My mom is 55 and my dad is 57," she began. "They have had some very rocky times in their marriage, but are still together. I don't think they would know what to do if they ever split apart, although they constantly fight and argue." "Some older couples are like that," I nodded. "Your mom and dad ... what are their names?" "Tom and Carol. I have two sisters, Paula and Candice. Paula is 34 and married, has a few kids. Candice is 26. I have told you about her before. Candice has been living at my penthouse with me since she graduated from high school. My grandmother, Genevieve, lives with my parents. She is 81 and is still in pretty good condition for her age. Her husband - my grandfather - died a couple of years ago. They were together for 57 years." "I'm sorry to hear that, dear." Pamela shrugged her shoulders. "My parents did not want Grandma to be alone, so they took her in three years ago. I was going to offer to let her move in with Candice and me if my parents didn't. Grandma ... she devoted her entire life to Grandpa. Grandma never worked, never did anything but raise her kids and look after us, her grandkids. She loved Grandpa so much. It almost killed her when he died. He was, in many ways, her whole life. Everything to her." "This may sound like an off-the-wall question, Pamela. But what is your middle name?" "My middle name? Annabeth. Why do you ask?" "Pamela Annabeth," I grinned. "Pretty name. I could call you PAP for short." "PAP?" "Your initials," I reminded her. "P-A-P." "Oh," the 30-year-old giggled. "Why ask my middle name?" I kissed the crown of her head. "Just as I said, I want to know EVERYTHING about you. What were you like before you became a stripper? What were you like in high school?" Pamela snickered. "When do I get to ask the questions?" "Ask me whatever you want." Pamela smiled again. "Okay, your questions first. What was I like before I became a stripper? Believe it or not, but I worked at McDonald's from ages 15 through 19." My interest level went up another notch with those words. I could easily picture a young and teen-age Pamela working the counter at a fast-food joint. Droves of men - young and old alike - filing in to get a glimpse of the beautiful blonde. I am sure she had admirers from the female persuasion, too. Pamela laughed. "Would you like any fries with that?" "No ... but how about some sugar?" I asked, curling my head and neck, and eventually finding her lips with my own. "Hmmmmm ... I love sugar," Pamela moaned after our kiss reached its conclusion. With her cherry slushy still in hand, I looked at it for a moment and came to a decision. I snaked my head forward and stole a healthy sip from its straw. Finding no problem in sharing her drink with me, Pamela smiled and then sipped from the straw herself. Feeling playful, Pamela snatched a handful of popcorn and tossed it directly into my face. She giggled while doing so, but then squealed in protest as I grabbed her slushy and made a motion to dump it all over her head. I would never do that to Pamela - or anyone else for that matter - but it was fun to put a little scare into her nonetheless. Island Fever Ch. 16 Chapter 16: "Subjugation" With exactly two weeks of the ladies' visit to the island now in the books, I finally decided that it was time to offer all of them the opportunity to spend a full day with me on the mainland. We would travel through the Pacific Ocean via boat to the capital city of Peru - Lima - which was located 130 miles (209 kilometers) from this tropic of eros which I had called home for the past 17 years. I actually had this day planned well before any of the ladies had arrived on the island. In two weeks, I had another trip in store for them. There were several valid reasons for the excursion, but the primary one was the simple fact that a few of the girls (Lindsay, Devon and Kristanna to be exact) had made recent comments about it being time for a trip to the hair stylist. Once the others (Pamela, Trish, Amy and Camille) caught wind of those requests, they joined the bandwagon as well. I was originally going to wait another week. Thus, it was a unanimous decision when I made the offer to escort them to the mainland for a day of feminine pampering which included a facial, manicure, herbal body wrap, salt glow rub and massage, reflexology treatment, exfoliation and, of course, haircuts/permanents. Everyone wanted to go. So, on Monday morning at the unholy time of 6:00am, the group boarded the big boat with me here on the island - a 72 foot, high-speed Teknicraft Catamaran Excursion Cruiser - and we immediately set sail for the mainland. With a top speed of 35 knots per hour and a cruising speed of 28, we did not reach the port of Callao in downtown Lima via the big boat until approximately 10:00am. Once there, all of the ladies and I hopped into the stretch limousine that I had previously arranged for, and we were promptly whisked across town to the most upscale and prestigious beauty salon that the entire country of Peru had to offer. I paid the equivalent of $49,000 USD for all seven of the ladies to be pampered and spoiled rotten beyond any and all reason. Even though I got a haircut of my own (reverting back to my younger days with a flat-top), the long stay at the salon was quite tedious for me. After all, not many men would enjoy spending a good portion of their day in a beauty salon. I mostly kept busy by browsing the Internet on my cellular telephone and reading literally every magazine the establishment had in its waiting room. On the other hand, however, I had no reason to complain simply because all of the ladies had the time of their lives. The various staff members at the salon treated each of them like pure gold, tending to their every request and making certain they got the absolute most out of their visit. Still, it seemed like we stayed there forever... There was only one easily noticeable change amongst the ladies in terms of their hairstyles. Lindsay, whose blonde, free-flowing tresses had previously been loose and wavy, got a new look with a heavy dose of curls. It was such a drastic change from Lindsay's original hairstyle that several of the other girls playfully teased her by calling it a rat trap. Devon also got a few inches trimmed off in back, but I did not consider that to be too drastic of a change. Once we finally left the salon at 3:00pm, I asked the ladies if they would like to go on a whirlwind tour of the city. As I mentioned earlier, Lima was the capital of Peru, and it also had a tremendous amount of tourist traps. With everyone in agreement about wanting to explore what Lima had to offer, we hopped into the limousine and began the tour. Rich with culture and tradition, Lima is one of my favorite cities in the world. There is an excellent collection of museums, beautiful Spanish churches in the town center, and some distinguished mansions in the wealthy suburbs of Barranco and Miraflores. Although the pace of life in Lima is quite fast and frenetic, with expensive, fast American cars cruising the main streets, things were mellowed somewhat by the presence of the ocean and beaches. The citizens of Lima are generally hard-working and quite friendly, which were two qualities that appealed to me. Kristanna, who had been here with me several times in the past, literally begged the others that we pay a visit to Museo de la Nacion, which was Lima's largest and most prestigious museum. The reason Kristanna had such a great, vested interest in this particular museum was that its main theme was archeology, which also just happened to be the collegiate course that she was majoring in. Thus, Museo de la Nacion was the first place that we visited. During our two hour stay, Kristanna displayed her considerable knowledge about archeology as she explained (in great detail) many of the exhibits to the other ladies. Admission to the museum was reasonable at nine Nuevo Sol per person (or approximately $2.78 in American currency). Museo Nacional de Antropological y Arqueologica was the next stop on our whirlwind tour. Stocked full of important and priceless pre-Columbian artifacts, this museum had quite an outstanding reputation as well. Granite obelisks, textiles and ceramics of the various pre-Columbian cultures - including the Nazca - were on display here, offering all visitors an unmatched introduction to the great civilizations which thrived and flourished in Peru thousands of years ago. Along with Kristanna, Pamela seemed to be interested in what the two museums had to offer. Pamela's mind was like a sponge, and she always wanted to learn more about everything by soaking up any and all knowledge that was presented to her. Others however, most notably Lindsay and Camille, acted quite aloof and withdrawn during the two tours. They had little to no interest whatsoever in either museum or archeology. At 7:00pm - our standard time for dinner on the island - we made our way into perhaps the most glitzy, expensive seafood restaurant that Lima had to offer, Costa Verde. Feeling quite hungry, I chose sea bass with wild mushrooms for myself from the humungous buffet, along with basil and ricotta gnocchi, and river shrimp dipped in saffron sauce. It was delicious. I must add that sea bass is the filet mignon of fish - at least in my own humble opinion. Not all of the ladies were connoisseurs when it came to eating seafood, but I was happy that they were at least willing to sample various items from the buffet. I was fairly certain that Amy had never tried barbequed cod and bacon wrapped in a banana leaf, but she clearly enjoyed it. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Pamela when it came to mahi-mahi tacos with olives mixed in. She took a little bite or two before deciding that it was not for her. Lindsay finished off all of her red king crab legs, although she made quite the mess in doing so. After dinner ended, Camille made the request that we go to the bullfighting arena. I agreed to go, but warned her and the others beforehand that bullfighting in this part of the world is Spanish-style - which means that the bull is killed at the end of the competition. Needless to say, that little tidbit of information sickened several of the ladies - especially renowned animal lovers Lindsay and Kristanna. With no one but Camille now interested in going to the arena, she eventually withdrew her request. Everyone was happy. Our final destination on the sightseeing tour of Lima was Iglesia de La Merced, a 17th century church located just two blocks from the very center of town. It was Lindsay, the religious sweetheart whose father was a minister before his unfortunate passing last November, who insisted that we visit this historic church. It was most famous as a shrine to the followers of a 17th century priest named Padre Urraca. Even now, Peruvian worshipers come daily to give their respects, praying and touching the large silver cross dedicated to him. It was after 10:30pm once we returned to the harbor and boarded the big boat, then finally began our long voyage back to the island. Because it had been such a tiring day, the lovely trio of Trish, Amy and Camille went to the deluxe sleeping quarters of the boat, hoping to take a nap there. Pamela and Lindsay were seated upon the sun deck, engaged in conversation, while Devon and Kristanna kissed and snuggled together on the floor right here with me in the main bridge of the ship. As the captain, I was treated to the sights and sounds of both ladies as I steered the boat back home. Our projected estimated time of arrival was 2:45am. Somehow, I had to keep myself awake until that time. - It was past midnight when I heard a noise from behind, causing me to turn and then smile at the mesmerizing sight of the sweet and darling Kristanna. Dressed in a pair of black spandex pants and a colorful windbreaker, Kristanna flashed a mischievous smile and waved her newly-manicured hand at me in greetings. "Hi Jeremy." "Hey sweetheart." I glanced to the side and noticed that Devon was curled up in a sleeping bag in the corner with blankets and pillows all around her. She was out like a light. There was an empty sleeping bag next to her. When I last checked on them 30 minutes ago, it was occupied by Kristanna and she too, had been fast asleep. "Anything wrong?" I wondered. "You need another blanket or two? I'll get you some more if you like." "I am fine, but dank yew for asking." God, I loved her voice. Kristanna's accent was priceless. And it was sexy. "Devvy is smart. She kept sleeping. Me, I cannot sleep." "Why don't you lay down and try?" I suggested. "We are not even halfway through our voyage. It's gonna be at least two-and-a-half hours before we get back to the island. Get some sleep, Krissy. I've got everything under control." "I am good," she told me. "Do not vorry about me. I dought I vould get up for a vile and give yew some company." I smiled at the prospects. Kristanna was such a doll. "I cannot argue with that." I let out a long, exaggerated yawn. "I feel like falling over and taking a nap myself. But I have to drive the boat and get you girls back to the island before I can get any sleep of my own." I laughed and concluded, "My job is way too difficult..." "Actually, Mister Jeremy, I vanted to dank yew for all da dings yew did for us today. All da udder girls ... so happy." Kristanna's eyes flashed as she continued, "I have never felt so energized and invigorated like I did after dat herbal body vrap and awesome salt massage." Kristanna shivered in a theatrical manner and giggled like a little girl. "Honestly, I never felt better in my vull life!" Then, she blushed. "Vell ... except ven I am having sex, of course." Chuckling lightly, I extended my right arm and motioned for Kristanna to come to me. When she did, I curled my arm around her slender waist and gently pulled her against me. Kristanna turned at the last possible second and, with her back to me, took a seat upon my knee as I lounged about in the captain's chair. I offered an exposed portion of her neck a little kiss and breathed in the exotic fragrance of her long, beautiful hair. The touch of golden thread across my face, the faint smell of sweet lilacs arose and flooded my senses with dizzying thoughts. "I am not used to coming to da island and not being da center of yewr attention," Kristanna commented, placing her hands upon my own at her stomach as I held her from behind. "What do you mean?" "Every single time I come to da island in da past - I have made 47 total trips to be precise - I vas usually da only udder person dare vid yew," she explained. "Aside from Louisa the housekeeper in recent times, and on da very rare occasions someone from yer family vas visiting, it vas alvays yust yew and me." She paused and ended, "I miss da alone time vid yew, crazy Jeremy." "Are you becoming jealous of the others for stealing your spotlight?" I teased her. Kristanna turned around in my lap to face me and shook her head quite vigorously. "No, not at all." I placed my right hand on her upper thigh and caressed it gently. "It is different and strange for me too, sweetheart. You always were the absolute center of my universe every single time that you came to visit my island in the past. But you know I have been busy with the others - most notably Pamela and Devon." I sighed and growled inwardly for a brief moment. "I need to make a choice between those two. It is going to be damn near impossible. I love them both. I want them both. And I don't want either of them to leave me." Kristanna giggled. "Maybe yew could have two brides! Pamela and Devvy, yew know. Vy not?..." I laughed as well and shrugged off her comment as nothing. "I don't think that is going to happen. Besides, you and Devon are all over each other, Krissy. You and her cannot keep your hands off of each other. I'm not quite sure Devon is ever going to let you out of her sights." "Vat do yew mean?" "When it is time for everyone to go home in four weeks, Devon will not allow you to return to Norway," I responded. "She will not let you get away from her. Devon will force you to go to Pennsylvania and start a life there with her." There was a good 10 seconds of pure silence between us before I continued, "Everyone talks about how Trish is so much in love with Lindsay. I think Devon is more in love with you, Krissy." The quirky blonde smiled brightly as I mused, "I honestly think she loves you more than Trish loves Lindsay." "Maybe I vill take Devvy to Norway vid me," she declared. "Or maybe I stay on da island and yew have tree vives!" Her words made me burst out into laughter. "Three wives? What? You want to marry me, too? Pamela, Devon and you?" I got a good chuckle out of that. The thought was amusing. Kristanna was my best friend. Unfortunately, the meaning of her words - and their sincerity - flew right over my head. "So vitch one are yew going to choose? Pamela or Devvy?" "I don't know," was my honest response. "Devon seems absolutely flawless. No one can say a bad thing about her. She is so nice, so unassuming, so homely ... truly the type of woman any man would be proud to bring home to his mother. Pamela, in the eyes of some, has some flaws because of all the time she has spent as a stripper. But those flaws make her more complete, in my mind, and even MORE flawless." I took a deep breath. "Do you understand what I mean?" "I understand perfectly," Kristanna nodded. "But da choice is betveen Pamela and Devvy, no? Da udder girls - Trish, Lindsay, Amy - yew are not considering dem any more?" "Pamela and Devon," I nodded. "That's it. Trish was a distant third, but I've pretty much given up on her. She only has eyes for Lindsay. Really, I cannot blame her." "Maybe yew could marry Camille!" Kristanna giggled. "Ummmmm ... no. Just no." "Never say never..." "What do you think, Krissy? Pamela or Devon? Who do you think is the best fit for me?" "Yew know da answer to dat question," she retorted. "But yew also know dat I am biased. Vy ... Devvy, of course!" "You and Devon have really gotten close." "Ve have," the 23-year-old agreed. "I know vat Devvy dinks of yew, Jeremy. I know how much she is in love vid yew. And I know dat she vould do anyding to make yew happy." Kristanna went silent for a moment. "Dat is vat yew vant, no? Someone to love and care for yew? Dat is vat yew have alvays vanted. Devvy vould do dat." "You don't think Pamela feels the same way about me? You don't think Pamela would do her best to make me happy?" "I do," Kristanna nodded. "I could say da same dings about Pamela, too. Yew are a knight in shining armor to Pamela, Jeremy. Yew are her savior - maybe da only person voo could rescue her from da life she is in. But as I told yew, I am biased. I vill alvays side vid Devvy. Yew are my favorite man, and Devvy is my favorite voman. I vould be so incredibly happy if da two of yew hooked up and got married. Dare is only one ding, dough. At da wedding, yew have to promise me dat I get to be da Maid of Honor!" "I just don't want to choose between Pamela and Devon," I reiterated. "They are both perfect." "Then do not choose," Kristanna said. "Take each of dem. Make each of dem yewr bride. Two brides!" I laughed at her again. "Things sure would be a lot more simple that way. I wish I could choose both of them, Krissy. The problem is, I have not seen a whole lot of interaction between Pamela and Devon since they arrived on the island. They are friendly and get along, but there doesn't seem to be a romantic spark at all between them. It would be much different if they were all over each other - kind of the same way you and Devon are. Then, I could possibly explore the idea of BOTH of them being a long-term part of my life. That would be most interesting..." Kristanna pursed her lips together and appeared lost in thought for a moment. "Maybe Pamela and Devvy have not had da right ... motivation, yet, to get togedder. I vill see if I can cook someding up and spark a fire betveen dem." "Krissy..." I sighed. "Don't try to manufacture something that isn't there. Why would you try to hook Devon up with Pamela? If things don't work out for me and Devon, you and her could start a life of your own together. You could go back with her to Pennsylvania, or she could run off to Norway with you. I need to pick one of them, and I need to do it soon. Both Pamela and Devon already have visions of their own when it comes to me." "I vould hook Devvy up vid Pamela because it vould make yew happy," Kristanna explained. "Vat have I alvays told yew, Jeremy? I yust vant yew to be happy. Dat is all I vant. Yew are most important person of all to me. I dink nudding vould make yew happier dan having Pamela and Devvy in yewr life togedder." She nodded her head and concluded, "I vill see vat I can do to make it happen." "And what about you? You're crazy over Devon. You want to set Devon up with another woman just for my benefit? You could ultimately be left out in the cold with no one." "If it makes yew happy, yes." "Krissy!..." "Or maybe I could be vife number tree!" I tilted my head and looked at her intently. Kristanna had that energetic, playful smile which I had become so accustomed to seeing from her over the past couple of years. She had always been quite the comedian. Kristanna loved to make me laugh. She loved the reaction. Now, however, I had the overwhelming sense that she was not being playful. "Are you serious when you say that to me, Krissy?" Suddenly, there was the sound of the bridge room door being opened from behind us. Startled, I turned and was rewarded with the charming sight of the luscious Pamela, who was standing there wearing a white button-up blouse, gray slacks and a pair of clear high-heels. It was a very simple and conservative choice of attire, but rest assured, Pamela still looked as appealing and as sexy as ever. "Hi Pamela," Kristanna greeted, waving a hand at her. "Hey," she returned, before shifting her focus to me. I then realized that Pamela, who had both arms folded and clenched together at her midriff, was cold. In fact, she was shivering. I could see the goosebumps on her hands. Kristanna stepped to the side without a word as I rose out of the captain's chair and made my way over to Pamela. Without a second thought, I took off my heavy leather jacket and draped it around Pamela's shoulders. She certainly seemed appreciative as I tugged and pulled on the jacket in front, closing it around her chest and torso. Large and bulky, it nearly went all the way down to her knees. "I told you girls before we left Peru that it was going to be a cold trip," I said to Pamela. We were sailing in the ocean in the dead of the night. The wind could get quite nippy and sharp. "Why don't you have a blanket with you? The last thing I want is for you to catch the flu." Of course, since I had given my jacket to Pamela and now only a wore a thin t-shirt above the waist, I suddenly felt bitterly cold myself. I would survive, though. I much rather Pamela have my jacket. She needed it more. Island Fever Ch. 16 "I had plenty of blankets on the sun deck with Lindsay," Pamela informed me. "I just wanted to come down and talk to you for a bit." The 30-year-old glanced over at Kristanna, then back at me. She then noticed Devon tucked away all nice and snug in the corner, sleeping like a log. "Am I interrupting anything? I will leave if I am." Actually, Pamela had interrupted my conversation with Kristanna. Right when I had asked Kristanna if she was serious or not about being the third wife, Pamela showed up. I was not complaining, mind you. I would never tell Pamela that she had interrupted. Nor would I ask her to step away. But I did not get an answer from Kristanna. And I wanted one very badly. Unfortunately, it would have to wait. "Yew did not interrupt anyding," Kristanna said in that sweet, melodious accent of hers. "Ve verr yust sitting and talking about silly stuff ourselves." Kristanna gazed my way for an instant before focusing her eyes back upon Pamela. "Yew could never interrupt us, honey." Kristanna was a sweet girl. There was no doubt about that. We had not been talking about silly stuff, as she claimed. In fact, I think our discussion had been quite serious. We had spoke about not only my future, but hers as well. And I did not get that answer. I still wanted it. But, Kristanna did not have it in her to be rude. So she told Pamela that nothing of importance had been interrupted. In reality, though, it had. With Pamela no more than six inches away from me, I slipped both arms around her and brought her to me for a friendly, thoughtful embrace. I held it an extra second or two not because I enjoyed having her so close, but the jacket. Yes, the jacket. It provided me with a little burst of warmth. I was freezing cold! "What did you want to talk about?" I asked her. "What can I do for you tonight, dear?" Pamela glanced downward for a moment, then meandered toward the opposite wall and leaned back against it. My eyebrows raised, I looked at her expectantly. "Everyding okay?" Kristanna wondered. Pamela took a deep breath and looked squarely at me. "I feel as though I can say this in front of Kristanna, since she helps you run and oversee things on the island." I nodded my head at her as she continued, "But I wanted to talk to you about Lindsay, and some concerns I have about her." "Oh?" Hmmmmm, I was not expecting that. Pamela had some concerns about Lindsay? "Do tell." "Are you aware of what has been happening between Lindsay and Amy the past couple of days?" I shrugged my shoulders. "No. What's up?" I then recalled the conversation that Amy had with Pamela, Lindsay and Camille this past Friday evening. I watched from the voyeur room as Amy claimed to have popped Lindsay's anal cherry with a dildo. Not only did she make it sound like a glorious conquest for her, but Amy seemed even more gratified with the simple fact that she had gotten to that particular part of Lindsay's body before I did. Amy was still upset that Trish and I had took Lindsay's virginity instead of her. "Lindsay and Amy have been spending an awful lot of time together," Pamela remarked. "Amy is my friend, Jeremy, but I do not think she is leading Lindsay down the right path." "What do you mean?" Kristanna must have realized that without my jacket, I was in a bad way. I could not hide it any longer. So, she retrieved a heavy blanket from the overhead compartment and tossed it around my shoulders. I quickly wrapped myself in it and offered Kristanna a gracious smile in response. Pamela breathed deeply once again. "I walked into the room I share with Amy last night, and I found Lindsay on the bed. She had a gag in her mouth and she was spread-eagle; her arms tied to different ends of the headboard, and her legs bound to the feet of the bed. And her butt was a flaming red." Pamela glanced downward for a moment. "Amy had been dominating her. She had been whipping her." "Did Lindsay have any sort of protest to this?" I asked, wanting to come across as professional and as level-headed as I could. That was fascinating and exciting news, but I could not over-react to the situation in front of Pamela. "I don't think so," the 30-year-old answered. "But even so, I do not think it is right." "If Lindsay does not protest or have any obyections to it, Jeremy and I cannot get involved," Kristanna chimed in. "Ve made dat decision long ago. Ve are not going to interfere vid anyding dat happens betveen da girls on da island." Her eyes flashing, Kristanna smiled and clarified, "Yew said dat ass was a ... flaming red?" "Yes," Pamela nodded. "There were two straps on the bed. Amy had used them to to whip her." "Did yew join in da fun?" Pamela made a face at Kristanna. "No way!" Wow. Pamela even appeared somewhat disgusted that Kristanna would say such a thing to her. "I took the gag out of her mouth and tried to untie her, but Lindsay told me not to. She said Amy stepped away for a moment, but would be back. Lindsay told me to put the gag back in and leave the room if what I was seeing was upsetting me in any possible way." Kristanna did not mean or try to insinuate anything bad with her comment. She would say things like that for pure effect sometimes. It was simply her nature. Unfortunately, Pamela did not know her quite like I did. "I ... I was talking to Lindsay for a long time before coming here," Pamela added. "We had a good, long talk up on the sun deck. She has no problem with what Amy has been doing to her. I ... I couldn't believe it." "Kristanna is right," I told her. "If Lindsay has no objections, we are not getting involved. That was our rule. I cannot tell Lindsay and Amy how to live their life, or conduct themselves, on the island. As long as it is mutual - and Amy did not force or coerce her into anything - I have no reason to become involved. Lindsay is an adult; she is old enough to make her own decisions." "Lindsay is an 18-year-old kid!" Pamela shot back at me, a hint of anger in her voice. "How does she go from being this sweet and innocent virgin less than two weeks ago, to now being a bondage submissive who gets off on pain?" A ... bondage submissive? Lindsay? Really? Apparently, I had not been in the voyeur room much the past couple of days. How could Lindsay the bondage submissive have slipped by me? I needed to come up to speed on things with her at my earliest opportunity. Fortunately, everything that happened on the island was archived on video within the voyeur room. "Lindsay has a submissive personality," Kristanna said to Pamela. "Da personality profiler dat ve have predicted it. From her very first time vid Trish and Jeremy, if yew notice, Lindsay has done more and more. She vas in a seven girl orgy yust a few days after losing her virginity. Dat seven girl orgy turned into a seven girl gang-bang on Jeremy." My eyes went wide at the memory as she kept going, "Den da next day, Lindsay dresses up like a cheerleader for Jeremy. Dat vas a submissive move on her part. Lindsay did not have to do dat. Look at all da times she has had sex vid Trish. And den she let Amy plug her in da ass vid a dildo." Kristanna nodded her head. "Lindsay is vay more progressed than da typical girl voo yust lost her virginity a week-and-a-half ago. It does not surprise me dat she is exploring sex and submission vid Amy. It is in her nature to do so. Many of da dings she has done so far has been aimed at pleasing udders." "I do not think it is healthy for her," Pamela insisted, looking at me. "Lindsay is the daughter of a minister. She talks about following in her father's footsteps and becoming a minister herself." Pamela stepped forward and grasped my wrists with her hands. "Tears, Jeremy. I saw tears. Lindsay's face was covered in them from that whipping." "A good vipping can hurt," Kristanna surmised. "But some people get off on da hurt. Apparently Lindsay one of dem." "I'm not asking you to get involved," Pamela implored to me. "But can you at least talk to Lindsay about it? She is no longer listening to Trish about the subject. God, Trish loves that girl and would do anything for her. Trish is scared to death for her. Trish is scared to death of what Amy ultimately has in mind for her. Lindsay even told Trish to stay out of her business! But out of all the people on the island, Jeremy, Lindsay would not shut you out. She would listen to you. Can you at least talk to her about it?" "What am I supposed to say?" "I don't know!" Pamela fretted, upset. "I just ... I don't think what Amy is doing with her is right. I ... I don't want Lindsay to make the same ... the same mistake ... that I did." "Oh? What mistake is that?" "Becoming a stripper at age 19," Pamela answered. "I got so entrenched as being a stripper that 11 years later, I still have yet to dig myself out of that hole. I wish I never got involved with stripping. That is what I mean with Lindsay. I do not want her to get involved with something that she one day regrets, and cannot find her way out of. Amy will manipulate and corrupt Lindsay beyond any and all reason if she is allowed the opportunity." Kristanna nodded her head and glanced my way. "Lindsay has been going a hundred miles an hour as of late, Jeremy. Maybe Pamela is right. I do not vant da little girl to crash and burn. It could get ugly." "Very well," I finally relented. "I'll talk to her." Still, what was I supposed to say? "Thank you, Jeremy!" Pamela exclaimed, full of relief, as she tossed her arms around my shoulders for another embrace. The young woman squeezed even tighter as she said, "You have no idea how much this means to me." - The following day, the time was 2:12pm when I found myself seated at the control panel within my voyeur room. I had yet to follow through on my promise to Pamela and speak to Lindsay about her new-found affinity for the submissive lifestyle. I had not witnessed her act overly submissive thus far, nor had I been keeping up with the passionate trysts she and Amy seemed to be having together more and more often. Before I could speak to her, I had to find out what was going on. The current date was Monday, June 17, 2013. With the help of the voyeur room and its archives, I was able to go back in time, so to speak, to Friday, June 14. From everything I had gathered, this was the primary trigger point for whatever was currently happening between Lindsay and Amy. It may have only been three days ago, yes, but most things seem to escalate very rapidly here on the island. I have no idea why. All activities on the island at 5:51pm on Friday, June 14, 2013 were now flashing across the various surveillance monitors on the wall in front of me. On one screen, I was in the kitchen with Louisa, the elderly housekeeper, helping her prepare dinner. Louisa usually did not want any help, but she was feeling a bit under the weather that particular evening and agreed to let me assist her. On another screen, I noticed that Kristanna was lounging beside the indoor (heated) pool along with Pamela, Trish, Devon and Camille. The five ladies were busy chatting and, from the look of things, having a wonderful time together. But my sole focus was the third active monitor. Lindsay was in Amy's guest suite, squirming about as she sat upon the bed in a little, two-piece bikini swimsuit. Of course, Amy was beside her, running her long, slender fingers throughout the vixen's silky-smooth blonde hair. Intrigued, I enabled the audio so I could listen in. "Everybody is gonna wonder where I'm at," Lindsay said, appearing a bit distraught. "I told Trish I would only be gone for a few minutes - long enough to get a drink in the kitchen. I don't want them to worry about me..." "Wouldn't you rather be here with me, though?" Amy asked, a wicked, nasty glint in her eyes. "I mean ... think about it. You could lay at poolside with the others and talk about nothing. Or, you could be here with me in my room, and let me fuck your brains out like no one ever has before." Lindsay squirmed about some more in response to those words. "Well, if you put it that way..." "That's my girl," Amy grinned, as she continually stroked and brushed Lindsay's hair with her fingertips. "You're such a pretty thing. Did anyone ever tell you that, honey?" Lindsay blushed and replied, "A couple of times. Jeremy tells me that every single chance he gets!" She stroked Lindsay's hair some more and cooed, "There are a couple of things that I would be interested in trying with you - if YOU are interested." The red-head offered Lindsay a kiss on the cheek and asked, "Would you be willing to allow me to ... oh, indulge myself?" "Indulge away," Lindsay giggled in response. "First thing is first," Amy said, before her voice turned more dark and fierce. "Take your bikini off." Lindsay looked at the 30-year-old with wide eyes, but complied with the request. She wiggled out of first her top, then her G-string. "Quick personality change, huh?" "I don't mean to scare you, honey, or make you feel one bit uncomfortable. Not my intent." Next, Amy reached underneath the bed and produced a pair of silk scarves. "Let me live out this fantasy with you, Lindsay. I want to do things to you that you don't even know are possible. And I want to do it right now. First, I want to tie you up." "You're into that bondage stuff?" the teen-ager scoffed. "Come here, sweetheart," Amy breathed, embracing Lindsay with both arms and kissing her passionately. I watched with very interested eyes as the pair of ladies swapped their tongues together through a heated, open-mouthed exchange. Lindsay, whose taut, nude form was on total display, seemed to be succumbing to the idea of being placed into bondage. "Are you going to let me do it?" Amy insisted, waving one of the white scarves before Lindsay's face once their kiss ended. Not getting an immediate answer, Amy buttered Lindsay up some more with another tongue-filled kiss. "Oh yes," she finally replied. "Do it..." "Lay down front-first on the bed, sweetheart," was Amy's instructions. Lindsay did as she was told, then squealed once Amy grabbed her right wrist and guided it toward the headboard of the bed. She double-knotted the scarf around her wrist, and then securely fastened its opposite end to a hole in the headboard. Amy did the same with Lindsay's left wrist; binding it with the second scarf and attaching it to the other side of the headboard. "It's okay," Amy purred, kissing Lindsay's shoulder as the little vixen breathed in heavy, quick gasps. "I'm not going to hurt you. Well, I'm not going to hurt you too much, at least..." Lindsay whined at those words. I could tell that her excitement level was building by the millisecond. "Try to get loose, honey." Lindsay squirmed about and did her absolute best to break free of the silk scarves which bound her wrists to the headboard. But it was no use. They were much too tight. The headboard was actually shaking, too!" "Excellent," Amy grinned. "But I can't take any chances. I'm going to have to tie your legs up, too." Lindsay moaned, then squealed once more as Amy produced a second pair of scarves. She double-knotted both of them over and around Lindsay's ankles, and eventually offered each a tug to make sure they were secure. Next, she spread the 18-year-old's legs apart, placing her feet upon opposite corners of the bed. Finally, Amy took the ends of each silk scarf and tied them around the bed's wheels on either side. Satisfied with her evil handiwork, Amy took a step back and smiled. Again, this was not something that I was watching live in the voyeur room. This coupling took place three days ago. I wanted to find out what had happened to seemingly guide Lindsay down this new path in life. "What are you going to do to me?" Lindsay quaked, maybe a bit frightened, as Amy folded a pillow and placed it under her waist. Now, Lindsay's sweet ass was upturned - and in all probability, about to receive a good spanking. I know that Amy had a definite interest in spanking. Of course, watching Lindsay writhe and squirm about against the tight, unbreakable bonds was enough to make me gasp in desire. "I'm going to worship your body," Amy replied, that nasty glint still in her eyes. "But I'm going to do it in my own, special way. You just need to relax, honey." Lindsay's own eyes went wide as Amy pulled a blindfold out from underneath the bed. Lindsay turned and shook her head wildly, but it did her no good. Amy slipped the red blindfold over her head, completely shielding her eyes. "I can't see!" Lindsay whined. She was suddenly bawling like a cranky baby now. "Take it off! PLEASE!" "Shhhhh," Amy offered in a soothing voice, her lips now close to Lindsay's ear. "You'll be okay. I'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you. You do trust me, right?" "Yes," the blonde answered, her tone of voice still distraught, but a bit more under control. "But I can't see! Why is that thing on me?" "It's better this way. Trust me," Amy countered, kissing her on the cheek. "You won't have any idea as to what I'll do to you next. Things will be more exciting for you." "I hope you don't intend to hurt me," Lindsay fretted. "I ... I'll tell Jeremy if you do! You'll be in trouble!" I chuckled inwardly as Amy began to shed her own clothing. First it was her sandals, then her red tank-top, and the matching pair of short-shorts. She tossed the items elsewhere, then stepped out of her white G-string and kicked it into literal oblivion. "I will try to be soft and gentle with you," Amy purred. "But I can't promise anything. You have been a bad girl - keeping yourself from me for as long as you did. Both you and I know what happens to bad girls." "They g-get pu-pu-pu-punished?" Lindsay sobbed. Oh wow, I thought inwardly. This was something new. Having foregone the use of a bra (which did not surprise me), Amy was now totally nude. What an incredibly-stacked, lovely woman, I said to myself. No wonder she had such a large group of boyfriends in her hometown of Cincinnati. "Oh God ... what are you doing?" Lindsay asked, her head twirling about as Amy pulled her trusty bag-of-toys out from underneath the bed. "What's that noise?" "Settle down," Amy told her, as she reached into the bag and retrieved a black leather whip. My eyes nearly exploded as I quickly zoomed in on the cruel object upon the monitor. Was it a cat o' nine tails? I was not sure. But if it was, I knew those could be quite painful with enough force. I then panned the screen back for a wider view of the action. Amy seemed to be glowing as she held the whip up and let its leather strands caress her left arm and wrist. She kept an eye on Lindsay, who continued a losing fight against her unforgiving bonds. No matter what, she could not break free. I found it oddly thrilling to watch her try, though. With an evil grin, Amy extended her arm back and let the whip fly. Its leather strands struck Lindsay's unsuspecting ass with moderate force, but made her entire body jump as she screamed wildly in response. Before she could catch her breath, Lindsay's ass received another blow from the strap. Then another, and another, and another... "OUCH!" the shy and humble religious girl finally roared. "OWWWWW, AMY! OH GOD! MY ASS!" After just four lashes, Lindsay's backside was already a bright shade of red. It was also shaking and quivering about uncontrollably, too. "I know it hurts, honey," Amy said, placing the whip upon Lindsay's upturned ass and sliding it about ever-so-softly. "But I can see that you like it. You like the hurt." Amy paused and asked, "Want me to continue?" "Yes..." Lindsay breathed. I gulped and cringed as Amy offered Lindsay a series of five more quick, unrelenting swats on her ass with that cruel whip. The little minx continued to scream out in an even mixture of pain and pleasure, her words now incoherent. Amy, of course, still had that glow about her. She seemed to enjoy having her dominant side on display like this... Island Fever Ch. 16 Lindsay's entire body was now trembling as Amy dropped the whip and climbed onto the bed with her. She settled herself upon her elbows and knees - just above Lindsay's prone form as she lay in bondage front-down on the mattress. With Lindsay's lovely face turned to the side, Amy used the opportunity to curl her own neck and offer her a soft kiss. "I want you to feel real good, sweetheart," Amy murmured, kissing her cheek yet again. "If I hurt you too much, just let me know. I want you to enjoy yourself." "I am..." Lindsay whined, that blindfold around her eyes concealing what had to be a sheet of erotic tears. "You do make me feel good, Amy! Very good!" "I love your face because it's so pretty, but it's not my favorite part of your body," Amy told her. "I love your taut, perky breasts, too. They look fabulous on you. And your pussy looks so inviting ... and delicious. But neither it nor your breasts are my favorite part of your body. Do you know what my favorite part about you is?" "My ass?" "You're very perceptive," Amy giggled, giving her lover one more kiss on the lips before hopping off of the bed. She offered that ass a playful smack with her hand and said, "I just think it is so sweet, and perfect. Really perfect!" She paused and added, "The whipping was just to warm it up for me. Now, dear Lindsay ... NOW comes the main course." "What are you going to do to me?" she asked again. "Are you going to fuck it? Is that the main course?" Oh God ... I nearly blew my load at those nasty words. Lindsay asked about anal sex as if it were a normal occurrence for her. This coming from a girl who lost her virginity a mere eight days earlier! "I have something even better in mind," Amy said wickedly, licking her lips in pure anticipation as she eyed Lindsay's firm, tight ass. I quickly got an idea as to what may be on Amy's mind. No, I told myself. Amy would not do that... "I have wanted to do this another woman for basically all of my life," the 30-year-old confessed. "Your ass, baby ... it's so precious. It needs to be worshiped." "How?" Lindsay asked, confused. "If you're not going to fuck it ... how? You've already whipped me." "Like this..." Amy breathed, my eyes wide, as she leaned over and spread Lindsay's asscheeks apart with both hands. My earlier belief was now validated as Amy extended her wet tongue and offered Lindsay's anus a full, sweeping lick. "Oh God, Amy! No! NOOOOO!" Lindsay screamed, though her voice was still full of erotic stimulation. "It's so nasty!" "I don't care," Amy sighed, giving that puckered orifice another full lash with her tongue. "I've wanted to do this to another woman for so long. Now is my chance..." "Licking my ass!" Lindsay screamed, trying her best (but failing) to sound offended. "OH ... IT'S SO NASTY!" Those words only added fuel to Amy's already burning fire. I shook my head in amazement as she offered Lindsay's rectum swipe after swipe with her tongue. Soon, Amy tried to jam her tongue inside the air-tight crevice. She had her tongue fully extended, and was jutting her head back-and-forth in a quick, continual motion. I could not believe my eyes! "OH GOD!" Lindsay kept screaming. "NASTY! NASTY! IT'S SO NASTY!" She paused and added, "BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD!" "Hmmmmm..." Amy moaned in response, obviously liking that last part. "I could eat your ass out from now until the end of time!" Amy gave up trying to stuff her tongue inside of Lindsay's anus, and decided to concentrate on it with another round of full, sweeping licks. Simply incredible... Myself, I did not look at this particular sex act as being nasty. Instead, I felt as if it was taboo; forbidden. Personally, I would never do this to someone else. But that did not mean that I was not enjoying the show. Actually, it made me happy to see Amy in some perverse, warped state of Heaven. After all, the red-head claimed that she had wanted to do this to another woman for a very long time. It made me feel good inside that this island of mine aided in making her lewd, fiendish fantasy a reality. As for Lindsay, I really enjoyed her reaction. She continually screamed about how nasty and awful this was, but her body mannerisms told me that she was incredibly turned on right now. It was as if Lindsay thought this was taboo, too. But at the same time, she could not deny her arousal. "I have a little surprise for you," Amy cooed, finally withdrawing her face from inbetween Lindsay's asscheeks. "It's for being such a good girl, and letting me do that to you without protest. Well ... at least, real protest." "OH MY STARS!" Lindsay moaned. "What are you going to do to me NOW?" I did feel sorry for her because she had that blindfold on. Watching Lindsay's head jerk about to every little noise was pure entertainment. But on the other hand, Amy was right. The blindfold obviously added to her pleasure. Reaching into her bag-of-toys once again, Amy pulled out what appeared to be - of all things - an egg. At least, it was shaped like one. The device had a thick wire attached to it with what looked to be a hand-held control pad on the other end. What was that thing? Lindsay's whole body squirmed and tensed up as Amy gently inserted the round object between her thighs, and into her pussy. Amy made sure the egg was buried deep, too. All I could see now was that black wire coming out of the exquisite blonde's swollen pussy folds. "WHAT IS THAT?" Lindsay demanded. "It feels funny!" Once Amy flipped a switch on the hand-held controller, Lindsay roared out like she never had before. "It's a vibrating egg!" Amy exclaimed, enjoying the loud, continual series of screams emanating from her young lover. "I have it turned to maximum power, too!" She grinned and wryly added, "It's gonna make your pussy EXPLODE, baby!" My eyes were wide and my heart was racing at what I saw before me on the monitor. It was readily apparent that Lindsay had NEVER been quite this excited before. First it was the harsh whipping, then the rim-job courtesy of Amy. Now, her tender pussy was getting what appeared to be the ultimate workout from that vibrating egg. The thing must have been turbo-charged. Lindsay was screaming so loudly that I feared she may wake people all the way over in Peru! It was over quickly, though. There was no possible way that Lindsay could stave off this orgasm. Not only did her pussy explode - as Amy said it would - but seemingly so did her whole, entire body. In the process, Amy peppered that adorable ass with a few more heavy-handed swats for good measure. Lindsay let out one final, earth-shattering scream before the dam within her broke. The juices literally flowed from her pussy, trailing down her inner thighs and forming a small puddle upon the bed beneath her. Wanting to taste and swallow them, Amy did her best to swipe up that delicious nectar with her tongue. In the process, she flipped the switch for that egg to off. Once Lindsay finally settled down from the height of joyous orgasm, she was motionless upon the bed for several seconds. For an instant, I wondered if there was something wrong with her. Every muscle in her body was still. Displaying a tender side, which I found quite touching, Amy leaned forward and kissed the side of Lindsay's head. "I really hope you enjoyed having that done to you as much as I enjoyed doing it to you. I think you're so precious..." After a brief moment's hesitation, Lindsay finally spoke. "Untie me," she said in a very flat, uncharacteristic tone. "What?" Amy countered, perhaps taken off-guard. "Untie me," the teen-ager reiterated, using the same tone as before. "Untie me now!" She paused and demanded, "NOW!" Amy looked startled, but did what was told of her. I got the sense that she felt that Lindsay was angry with her. As strange as that may sound, I had the very same feeling. Lindsay had been very charming and sweet since her arrival on the island, but this was a new side to her personality. She seemed incredibly angry with Amy... After her arms were free, Lindsay whisked the blindfold off of her head. She blinked for several seconds, her eyes adjusting to the sudden beam of light. Then, she had a wild look in those eyes while turning her head to watch Amy undo the two silk scarves which bound her legs to the bed. "I didn't hurt you ... did I?" Amy wondered, scared. "Are you mad at me? I would never do anything to you, honey, if I didn't think you would like it. I may say crazy things to you, but it's all in a playful way and just for fun..." Amy appeared genuinely concerned. She had good reason to feel that way too, simply because Lindsay was staring an absolute hole in her. She looked totally irrational! "Get on the bed," Lindsay demanded, her blue eyes flashing with wanton desire. "Get on the bed so I can fuck the ABSOLUTE STUFFING out of you!" A sudden rush of excitement overtook my body as I watched Lindsay grab Amy, then throw her down to the bed. She was displaying an uncharacteristic amount of force. She was turning the tables on Amy, so to speak, and becoming dominant herself. I loved it! Amy's uneasiness and trepidation from seconds ago had faded away in an instant. Now, her lovely face was burning with heated arousal as Lindsay inspected the same vibrating egg that Amy had just used on her. Suddenly, Lindsay shook her head and placed the object upon the floor. Then, she reached into Amy's bag-of-toys and pulled out a monstrous, strap-on dildo. My aching cock - which I had been busy stroking all this time - just erupted like a volcano. I could not believe my eyes as I openly stared at the gigantic strap-on dildo, which appeared to be at least 12 inches in length. Amy's ominous gym bag was already the stuff of legend. First she pulled out a cruel leather whip, then a vibrating egg and now a huge strap-on dildo was found in it. Not to mention, of course, the appearances this very same bag had made in recent days whenever Amy was involved in a sexual situation. Thus, the question begged to be asked... What else did Amy have in that bag of hers? Whatever the answer was, Amy was ctrembling with sheer, unadulterated arousal. The look in her eyes as she watched Lindsay step into the massive dildo's harness, then fasten and buckle it into place around her trim waist told me all that I needed to know. Amy was well aware of the fact that Lindsay was about to give her the absolute pounding of a lifetime. Fortunately, I had a front row seat for what promised to be a VERY memorable encounter... "Oh yeah..." the 18-year-old hissed, her delicate hand busy frigging the massive, purple-colored instrument as it protruded outward from her pelvis. "Look at what you made happen, Amy! Look at the hard-on you gave me!" The red-head giggled at that accusation, obviously enjoying it. "I didn't realize how well-hung you were, Lindsay, until just now!" She snickered some more before adding, "Looks like you got a whole foot-longer there!" "You're such a nasty girl, Amy. You licked and tongued my ass like it was a lollipop! That's so NASTY!" "And you loved every single minute of it," Amy countered, nodding her head for emphasis. "Tell me that you loved it. You're nothing but a slut, Lindsay. I don't care how soon ago you lost your virginity. Nor do I care how innocent and wholesome you want others to think you are. You are nothing but a slut ... a whore. A shameless whore!" Instead of replying verbally to that, Lindsay instead let out a sigh and shook her head. An instant later, she hopped onto the bed with Amy and spread her thighs apart with both hands. She positioned her body between them, then grasped the obscene-looking dildo with her right hand and immediately thrusted it hard and deep into Amy's pussy. Lindsay's palatable breasts wobbled back-and-forth as her body bucked and churned about in a frantic, non-stop motion. The excited look on Amy's lovely face - and her unyielding screams of pure stimulation - were something to behold. "OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME! YES! YES!" Amy wrapped both arms around Lindsay's shoulders and hugged her tightly, adding, "OH, DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Lindsay had the glare of a deranged maniac in her eyes as she absolutely throttled Amy and her pussy with the huge strap-on dildo. Her petite, thin body was a literal blur as she pounded her wanton lover in the missionary position. I also enjoyed the sight of Amy's own breasts, as the large globes of luscious flesh bounced and flopped about wildly. "YOU LIKE ME FUCKING YOU!" Lindsay roared out loud, her pristine face just inches from Amy's. "YOU WANT ME TO SPLIT YOU IN HALF! OH, YOU'RE SUCH A NASTY GIRL! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LICKING MY ASS!" "FUCK, LINDSAY!" Amy screamed in response. "OH FUCK! I ... I'M GONNA CUM! OH ... FUUUUUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!..." My cock exploded once again as Amy's entire body arched high off the bed. She let loose with yet another tirade of profanity which lasted several seconds, then her body simply collapsed onto the bed. All the while, Lindsay continued to hammer away at her pussy with the obscene strap-on dildo. She only stopped once it appeared that Amy had all of the life literally blasted away from her body. Instead of lunging forward and attaching her mouth to Amy's for a loving kiss - which I thought would be the appropriate thing to do - Lindsay quickly stood up. She glared at Amy for several seconds, the fires of unquenchable lust still burning in her eyes. Soon, she unbuckled the dildo's harness and angrily threw the crude object to the floor. I then realized that Lindsay was not finished... "Lick my ass!" she demanded, turning her back to Amy and bending over slightly. She reached back with both hands and spread her asscheeks, saying, "I know you want to! Come on ... lick it some more! Do it!" Amy was obviously tired after what her body had just went through. Still, however, she found the energy to sit up on the bed. Lindsay then bent over even lower - jutting and flaunting her sweet, whip-reddened ass just inches away from Amy's hungry, eager mouth. "LICK IT!" "Oh my..." I moaned, as Amy moved her lips inward and began to assault Lindsay's puckered anus with her tongue. Newfound life quickly found its way back into my cock, and I began stroking it rather briskly. The sweet teen-ager had her own unique reaction as well - she squirmed and writhed about in forbidden desire while keeping a firm grip on her asscheeks - holding them far apart for Amy's probing tongue. "YOU'RE SO NASTY!" the tiny blonde screamed, the level of passion within her seemingly multiplying by the second. "OH GOD, AMY! YOU'RE SUCH A NASTY GIRL!" "I know what you need ... you little SLUT!" Amy announced, getting into the verbal game as she withdrew her lips from Lindsay's outstretched ass. With a fierce look in her eyes, Amy reached down and retrieved a hand-held dildo from within her trusty bag-of-toys. The dildo was thin, and about six or seven inches in length. It appeared perfect for... "I'm gonna fuck your ass now!" Amy roared, pressing the dildo's head to Lindsay's anus and then jamming it inside. Lindsay's reaction was predictable. She pushed her ass backward, causing the entire length of the black dildo to disappear into the confines of her rectum. Only its handle (which Amy had a firm grip on) was still visible. What amazed me the most was that Amy had not taken the time to properly lubricate Lindsay's ass, but the lusty hellcat did not seem to mind. She was too excited, as was I. Needless to say, I had another throbbing erection now. An instant later, all Hell broke loose. Amy's arm was a blur as she thrusted the dildo in-and-out of her girlfriend's anus as hard as she possibly could. I was not surprised to watch Lindsay lose her balance, and fall to the floor on her hands and knees as she screamed out in response. Her words were totally incoherent... It was obvious that Amy wanted to return the favor from moments earlier. She wanted to brutalize Lindsay with a dildo - just as the young woman had done to her. I gulped my throat as with her free hand, Amy picked up the vibrating egg and flipped its power switch on. The erotic object began to shudder about with battery-powered electricity, and then Amy inserted it back into Lindsay's overheated pussy - perhaps, where it rightfully belonged. Considering what the vibrating egg had done to her earlier, I was surprised that Lindsay lasted 15 seconds before her whole body just seemed to spontaneously combust. Not only did she have the powerfully-charged object in her pussy, but Amy was still blasting her ass with that dildo. Combine that with everything else which happened to her... Lindsay's screams were high-pitched and while on her hands and knees, she pounded her balled fist on the carpeted floor repeatedly. I wondered if the five ladies who were at the indoor pool - Pamela, Trish, Devon, Kristanna and Camille - could hear her. Lindsay was screaming that loudly... Whatever the case, the massive orgasm she experienced was something which I will never forget. I had never witnessed such an animated, wild reaction from another person before. Lindsay's whole body shook and shivered in the aftermath, her lovely face a twisted sea of lust, as Amy continued to work over her pussy and ass, respectively, with those toys. And it should come as no great surprise that sometime during Lindsay's orgasm, my cock exploded - AGAIN. My wrist and legs had become completely covered with sperm. When it was finally over, Lindsay's whole body went limp as she crumbled to the floor. Amy flipped the egg's power switch off, but left it embedded within the young woman's hot, swollen pussy. She did withdraw the thin dildo from her ass, however, and then leaned upward and offered Lindsay a series of tender kisses on her neck and shoulders. "Oh God ... that was simply incredible," Amy breathed, now nibbling on one of her earlobes. "Just incredible!" Unable to speak, Lindsay groaned and nodded her head in response. It looked like she had been hit by a train... - Well, a couple of things... A full hour had passed in the present time and as I relaxed on the bed in my private suite, I was trying to piece together the puzzle of the video between Lindsay and Amy from three days ago. First, I was very thankful for the voyeur room. I was glad that I could go back in time, so to speak, and review all of the trysts and naughty hijinks amongst the girls, as well as those involving myself. Seeing action on the live feeds was even better, though. It was getting to the point where I could not function without the voyeur room. Eavesdropping on the ladies even as they did the most mundane of things was fascinating to me. It was addictive. A few days ago, for example, I eyed Trish with the help of my surveillance system as she sat on the sofa in the center room and read a magazine for over an hour. That was all she did - read the magazine. Being able to fixate the camera on Trish and admire her lavish beauty without fear of interruption or being caught ... addicting. But getting back to the original topic here, never before had I known of two people who tried to blast and pound each other into sexual oblivion in such a manner. Lindsay and Amy certainly took a gigantic leap beyond the boundaries of what was normally thought of as rough sex. It was actually surprising to me that both of them were still in one piece. Yet, nothing they did seemed so excessive that I found myself offended or disturbed. I could never envision myself hurting or causing excessive pain for another individual. It was just not me. Yet these two ladies really seemed to enjoy the devious torement and discomfort they put each other through. Thus, since they enjoyed it ... I did as well. I also wondered what else Amy could possibly have in that gym bag of hers. Was it full of whips, dildos and various other sexual devices? The mere idea of Amy carrying that bag around with her over the remaining four weeks and blasting every woman in sight with her collection of toys sent erotic shivers right down my spine. Island Fever Ch. 17 Chapter 17: "Disperse" ***** "Here baby ... let me get that for you," Trish said to Lindsay, motioning for the young and docile 18-year-old to stay seated at the breakfast bar counter within the kitchen. I stood at the entranceway of the kitchen and watched as Trish scurried over to the utensil drawer and fetched a spoon. Then, she returned to Lindsay and gave it to her. "I really hope you like it," Trish commented, as Lindsay used the spoon to take a sample taste of a banana split ice cream sundae. Trish seemed so worried that Lindsay was satisfied with the dessert she had prepared for her that she clasped both hands together and held them near her chin. Intrigued, I took a step further into the kitchen, although neither of the ladies were aware of my presence just yet. After several seconds of indecision, Lindsay finally nodded her head and smiled up at Trish. "Hmmmmm ... yummy. It tastes delicious, Trish. Thank you for making this!" Trish clapped both hands together and even squealed with delight because Lindsay had given her a positive reaction. Perhaps I was analyzing too deep into this, but it seemed to me that Trish was only happy when Lindsay had a smile on her face. That was a good mindset to have - I was only happy when, for example, Pamela and Devon had a smile on their faces as well - but Trish, it appeared, had taken things to a much greater extreme. Just the tense, worried expression Trish displayed before Lindsay tried the ice cream sundae, to the look of sudden, absolute joy mere seconds later after being given a good answer was the barometer that I was using. In my eyes, at least, it was not healthy for Trish - or anyone else, for that matter - to be that dependant on making another person happy over something so trivial as an ice cream sundae. As Lindsay continued to enjoy the afternoon dessert, Trish wrapped both arms around the little minx from behind and squeezed lovingly. She even burrowed the side of her face between Lindsay's shoulder blades and softly cooed, "You are so beautiful, baby. Hmmmmm ... so beautiful." Lindsay's reaction was, very simply, no reaction. All she did was continue to eat her banana split ice cream sundae as Trish poured all sorts of love and affection upon her. Suddenly, I remembered something Amy had said to me just one week ago today when I brought the subject of these two ladies up during our discussion. Trish is in love with Lindsay. Not the other way around. I was starting to think that, perhaps, Amy's remarks had some merit. For the past couple of days, at least, Lindsay seemed mostly indifferent around Trish unless the voluptuous Canadian was kissing her, or having sex with her. If this truly was the case, what did Amy base her comment on? Was it something about their relationship that she inferred herself? Or did Lindsay tell Amy that? Trish was looking for love, and a bona-fide commitment. Lindsay, it seemed, just wanted to have sex. "Oh, hi Jeremy!" Trish exclaimed, full of her usual zest and energy, as she spotted me standing near the entranceway of the kitchen. As Lindsay flashed me a charming smile of her own, Trish motioned for me to come closer and join them. "Would you like an ice cream?" she asked. "Ice creams are my specialty. I can fix any type of ice cream you want." "No, I'm fine, thank you," I responded, the thoughts of these two women and the true status of their relationship still dominating my mind. Unfortunately, it appeared as if Trish may have been headed toward a major fall. She LOVED Lindsay and was obviously entertaining thoughts of spending the absolute rest of her life with her. But Lindsay seemed to have a different agenda, and very different ideas. There did not appear to be a middle ground for either of them. "Are you sure you don't want some ice cream?" "Yes, I'm sure," I told Trish. "Thank you anyway." Trish smiled and hugged Lindsay from behind once again, then pecked her on the cheek with a kiss. "After you finish your sundae, baby, how about you and me go back to the recreation room? We can play some more video games. I know how much you enjoy that Final Fantasy X-2 game. We must beat the final boss in Resident Evil 6." Lindsay placed her spoon down and turned to look back at Trish. "I already have plans with Amy for today." Trish was crestfallen as Lindsay added, "I am going to meet her at two o'clock and we are going to go horseback riding." Trish's eyes narrowed. "Can I go with you?" Lindsay glanced over at me. "There are only two horses on the island ... right? Smokin' Satin Bars and Blakken?" "Yes," I nodded. Lindsay turned her attention back toward Trish. "Jeremy and Kristanna said that me and Amy could borrow their horses and go riding throughout the forest. Only two horses..." Trish was defeated. "Oh ... okay." Needless to say, I felt sorry for Trish. Her little baby had made plans for the day which did not involve her. I frowned as Trish took a step back, her expression empty and emotionless. I wanted to give her a hug, but held back. "I don't see why two of you could not ride one of the horses at once," I offered. "That way, all three of you could go out riding together." Trish closed her eyes and sighed. "No ... it's okay." After putting on a happy face which was not sincere, Trish kissed Lindsay on the cheek and murmured, "I really hope you and Amy have a good time together, baby." Trish's pretty mouth twitched as she added, "Maybe you and me can hook up after dinner. Want to play some video games then? We can play X-Box, X-Box 360 or Playstation 3 ... whatever game you want. There are games on the computer, too." "We can hook up after dinner, sure," Lindsay answered. Now, Trish appeared genuinely happy again. "But I rather not play video games," Lindsay added. "I want to play with Mr. Happy instead ... if you know what I mean." As the 30-year-old nodded her head and giggled in total agreement, I had a sudden flashback to their first evening on the island when I eavesdropped on Trish and Mr. Happy - a white vibrator, or magic wand. Clearly, Lindsay had been properly introduced to Trish's joy-toy otherwise known as Mr. Happy. She wanted Trish to use it on her tonight! "Besides," Lindsay added, "I already beat the final boss in Resident Evil 6. I beat the game yesterday." "You did?" Trish asked, surprised and maybe a little hurt. "You played and defeated the game without me there, too? I thought you and I were team-mates when it came to..." "Hey kiddo," Amy said to Lindsay, walking right past me and into the kitchen, and cutting Trish's words off in the process. Amy did give me a little wave of the hand, though, but her focus here was obviously Lindsay. "I thought that you and I would get an early start on our horseback ride." Amy glanced at her wristwatch. "'Tis one-thirty. Kristanna has both of the horses ready for us." "Sounds great!" Lindsay gushed, already rising from the stool seat at the breakfast bar. "Let's go." "Hey!" Trish exclaimed, causing Lindsay to hesitate and turn back toward her. "You didn't finish your ice cream..." "Oh, I'm not really that hungry anyway," Lindsay mused, stepping toward Trish and kissing her on the cheek. "Thank you for the thought, though. It was nice." Amy grasped Lindsay's hand and gently tugged her away from Trish. As Amy then guided Lindsay out of the kitchen, she looked back and waved her hand about in a friendly manner. "Bye Trish. Bye Jeremy. Later gators..." Once Lindsay was clearly gone from our view, Trish took a deep, ragged breath, and then hung her head low. She turned her back to me and picked up the spoon Lindsay had just been using. After inspecting it with her eyes for five seconds, Trish angrily threw the spoon into the nearby kitchen sink. The loud clanking noise it made as a result startled me. "Hey ... are you okay?" I asked, stepping toward her. When Trish turned to face me, there were tears in her eyes. I quickly closed the distance between us and placed both hands atop her shoulders. "Hey ... what's wrong?" Trying her best not to cry, Trish flailed her right hand up-and-down several times in succession. "L-Lindsay ... I-I can't believe that she ... she d-discarded me like that." "Lindsay did not DISCARD you," I implored. "She just wanted to go out horseback riding with Amy. Both of them asked me before breakfast this morning if they could borrow our horses for a couple of hours. They had it planned. One thing that Lindsay absolutely loves is horseback riding." "Oh, I know..." Trish sulked, hanging her head low again. She sniffed her nose and added, "I just think ... that ... me and Lindsay should be together. I want to be with h-her. The l-last few days it seems ... it s-seems ... I don't know." "I would like to be with Pamela, dear. I would like to be with Devon, too. I am sure both of them would like to be with me. But we don't try to monopolize each other's time." Trish glared at me with an angry look in her eyes as I went on, "I know that you are head-over-heels in love with Lindsay." Trish's expression changed to one of curiosity. "That ... it's ... it's so obvious. You love her. Everyone on the island knows it. Everyone talks about it." "Lindsay is everything that I have ever wanted in a girl," Trish confided in me. "I ... I can't explain it. I know I have only known her for two weeks. Two weeks and two days. But I dreamed about it. I never thought I would find it. The absolute, PERFECT girl. But I did. Her hair, her eyes, her body, her voice ... her attitude, personality, demeanor. I never thought I would find the girl I had dreamed about for so long. Then ... then I met Lindsay in Miami." "Before you flew to Peru," I sighed. "If you find the ultimate, perfect girl, Jeremy, you have to latch onto her," Trish quaked. "I feel that way about Lindsay. You probably feel that way about both Pamela and Devon. You cannot let the perfect girl get away!" "Sweetheart, you are a LOT older than Lindsay is." I could not believe I had just said that. I had nine years on Trish myself! So what did that make me as it pertained to Lindsay and all of the time and energy I had spent on her? "I don't care how young Lindsay is!" Trish exclaimed. "I love her! And I want to be with her!" Trish shook her head. "Camille was feeding me that same line of garbage just the other day. I'm 12 years older than Lindsay. 30 to 18. Big deal! When I am 70, Lindsay will be 58. Do you think that's a big age difference? No, you don't. But because we are younger, everyone wants to jump on me about our ages. First Camille and now you, Jeremy." Glaring at me, Trish folded both arms in front of her and took a step back. She was boiling with anger because of what I had said to her! "I am not trying to tell you how to live your life," I insisted, still gripping her shoulders. My top priority here was to get Trish to settle down. I surely did not want her to be angry with me at all. "I think it is wonderful that you love and care so deeply for Lindsay. I don't want to see you get hurt, Trish. That's all. Lindsay is a lot younger than you are. She just lost her virginity what ... two weeks ago. Point is, I don't think Lindsay wants the same things out of life right now that you do." "What do you mean?" "I don't think Lindsay wants to settle down and enter into any sort of commitment," I answered. "In fact, I know that she doesn't, Lindsay told me that herself, Trish. I know for a fact that she also told you the same thing." Trish closed her eyes and sighed once again. "I heard her talk about that before. But I'm hoping that if I treat her well ... if I ... if I show her how much I love her, and how happy I could make her ... she will change her mind." A tear even streaked from Trish's right eye as she told me, "You can constantly reach for the stars, Jeremy, but maybe just once in your lifetime do you actually have a chance to grab one. I got my star now. It's Lindsay. I have no plans to let her go ... let her slip away from me." I gulped my throat. "I don't want to see you get hurt. You're hurt now, Trish. You're crying." She stepped away from me and whined, "I'm only hurt now because I went to all that trouble with the ice cream, but Lindsay treated it like it was nothing, and went with Amy. Amy is a BAD influence on Lindsay. A BAD influence!" "Lindsay and Amy are friends," I stressed. "They live just miles apart in the Cincinnati area. They have a lot in common. Lindsay is young. She wants to explore." Trish was pouting at me now. She did not particularly care for what I was saying to her. "May I give you some advice?" "Sure." "If you want Lindsay to feel the same for you that you do for her, then ... then don't suffocate her. I want to spend all of my time with Pamela and Devon, Trish. I really do. I wish I could be with each of them 24 hours a day. I ... I want to suffocate them. But I won't. I can't. There are times when I keep a distance from them. Not because I want to, but because it is healthy for each relationship. Point is, Trish, if you take every minute of someone's life and try to make it your own, it will only lead to you getting hurt, and a broken heart in the end." "I spend time away from Lindsay," Trish insisted. "I go to the central room and spar with Kristanna every day." "That only lasts for a short time," I told her. "The rest of the day, you are Lindsay's shadow. Give her some space. Give her room to breathe. Maybe she will ... maybe one day, Lindsay will feel the same for you as you do her." "No one could make that girl happier than me. No one. I do not think my life is complete unless she is a part of it!" "Trish!..." I pleaded with her. "Just to know that Lindsay is off right now having fun with Amy instead of me ... that hurts me inside! It hurts! Amy does not care about Lindsay one bit! Amy is nothing but a bad influence on Lindsay! A TERRIBLE influence!" Trish became even more emotional as she added, "Amy does all sort of nasty things to her when you're not looking, Jeremy!" "There is no reason for you to be upset." Trish frowned. "Jeremy, have you ever loved someone so much that you felt completely out of control, eh? So out of control that others around you did not understand how strong and intense your feelings were? So out of control that you made yourself look totally irrational? Even like an idiot?" "I never said or even implied that you are an idiot," were my words. "I just wish you would take a step back. I do not believe that Lindsay wants the same things in life that you do right now, Trish. The more you obsess over that girl, the more you're going to be hurt if, one day, Lindsay tells you something that you do not want to hear. I did not bring ANY of you here for these six weeks to suffer a broken heart. That is the last thing I want to happen to ANY of you." "I am not obsessed with Lindsay," Trish informed me. "I love her. Obsession is bad. Love is good." She hesitated for a moment before adding, "I appreciate your concern for me, Jeremy. I really do. But please ... let me live my life. I think there is the potential of something really special for Lindsay and me down the road. If I am wrong, I will deal with it on my own terms. I have been hurt before." "You have never been crushed before," I sighed. "There is a difference. You said it yourself. Your feelings for Lindsay are out of control. You are not just going to get hurt, Trish. You're going to get crushed if she does not choose to be with you in the end. I don't want that." "Lindsay is a smart girl," Trish countered. "Once she realizes that no one would ever love her more than me, or treat her any better than I would, she will come around. Lindsay will belong to me, and I will belong to her." I shook my head at her. "What happens if you're wrong? What happens if Lindsay tells you no?" "She won't," Trish said, defiantly. "She won't..." -- "I think I am going to officially re-name this spot, from now on, Devon Falls," were my words, as Devon and I gazed at a spectacular waterfall that tumbled 150 feet down a near vertical cliff into a turquoise-colored pool in front of us. This was the island at its most picturesque, with tropical flowers, mangoes, ginger and tall, majestic trees surrounding us. A good portion of the cascading water had been turned into a thick mist courtesy of some strong trade winds, which ultimately resulted in a very bright, colorful rainbow. "Devon Falls?" the young woman asked me, smiling. "Yes, Devon Falls," I confirmed. "This waterfall here is beautiful, so it should be named after someone beautiful." Devon grinned and sighed in response as I added, "I cannot think of a better choice for its name than yours, princess." "You're too much, Jeremy," Devon giggled, offering me a playful shove on the shoulder. The two of us were standing upon a grassy ledge next to the breathtaking falls on this warm, breezy day. Although neither of us were in direct line with the oncoming water, we were soaked anyway - thanks to the constant mist. Devon and I were not complaining about it, though. After a long and strenuous hike to get here, the mist felt wonderful. Of course, one thing which looked wonderful - aside from the scenic location - was Devon herself. The blonde and voluptuous siren was dressed in a yellow bikini top and a pair of tight, hip-hugging shorts, with hiking boots and white socks adorning her feet. Her face, as always, looked pristine and immaculate. This woman was flawless. I smiled at Devon and motioned toward the gold necklace that she wore. "Is there any significance in that for you, sweetheart?" I asked, pointing at the dragon pendant which was part of it. "You never take this necklace off." Devon grinned and held the pendant between her thumb and forefinger, then looked squarely at me. "Oh ... this. Well, you know that when you are a kid, you have dreams about scary monsters? My aunt bought this necklace for me when I was nine or ten, because I was having a bad string of terrible nightmares." Devon glanced at the pendant and mused, "This dragon, my aunt said, was my guardian in those dreams." "Did it work?" "Yes, it did. The nightmares pretty much stopped after that. I never take this necklace off, though. Nowadays, I look at it as a good-luck charm." "Can I be honest and straightforward with you?" "Of course," Devon answered. "That is one thing that I really like about being with you, Jeremy. You and I are so open and honest with each other. You can tell me anything. I feel as if I can tell you anything, too." I smiled at her again. "I am not proposing or asking for any sort of commitment yet, but I was wondering if you are really serious about pursuing a relationship with me. What I mean by that is a relationship with the possibility of a long-term and never-ending commitment." "Marriage?" I nodded my head. "I want to have a relationship where, if we really like each other and everything else falls into place, marriage would be a strong possibility down the road. That is what I want out of life, Devon. I want to get married and start a family. I know that you want the same, but I just want you to clarify things so I can be certain. I do not want to be in a relationship where there is little or no chance of a long-term commitment down the road." "I'm not going to jump into anything," Devon said. "But, I am looking to settle down and start a family of my own. What have I been saying to you in recent days, Jeremy? I want to get married more than anything. I wanted to get married when I was still in high school. I would very much like to explore that possibility with you. Again, I am not the type to jump into anything. But I would like to get to know you more, Jeremy, and see if it leads to something..." I smiled at her. "I would like that very much." Island Fever Ch. 17 I felt like asking Devon how her affection for Kristanna compared to how she felt about me, but decided to hold off for now. I got the answer that I wanted from her. She was interested in exploring the possibility of a true, long-term commitment with me. At this early stage of our relationship, there was really nothing more that I could ask for. "You're so precious," I whispered, pecking her lips with a gentle kiss. Standing in a beam of sunlight which had snuck its way between the trees, Devon's pale-blonde hair and tanned skin were glowing with an exotic healthiness. I brought my hand to the side of her head and ran it through her soaked hair, then gave her a smile. "So beautiful..." "Thank you," she smiled in a gracious manner, leaning up and kissing my cheek. "You're too good to me." I reached forward and cupped the dragon pendant of her gold necklace in the palm of my free hand. I hesitated for a brief moment, then murmured, "I want to be your protector from now on, Devon." I closed my hand around the pendant and promised her, "No one will ever hurt you again. Not as long as you are in my life, at least." "I want to be your protector, too," she swooned, her blue eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and devotion. "I care about you, Jeremy, more than you'll ever possibly know. I have never met a man like you ... EVER." With those words, I smiled and stepped forward, and pulled Devon into my arms. As I pressed my lips to hers for a soft, exploratory kiss, Devon turned me around so that my back was facing the pool of water. I cupped and squeezed her taut, perfect ass with my right hand, while my left massaged one of her breasts through the bikini top that she wore. All seemed well between us when I slipped her the tongue. But as I soon found out, Devon was in a far more playful mood. I was disoriented for an instant when, without warning, Devon broke free from my embrace. Our kiss also over, she placed both hands onto my chest and offered me a healthy shove - forcing me to topple over the small, grassy ledge, and come splashing down back-first into the cold water below. Once resurfacing, I thrashed about in the natural basin and glared up at Devon, who was giggling and chortling away. I had only fallen about eight to ten feet, so in no way was I hurt, but the idea of her pushing me into the water during a romantic kiss seemed out of place. I was very surprised. So much so, in fact, that I was temporarily speechless. Devon laughed at me. "It seemed like you could use a good dip in the water! So I helped you out a little bit!" "NO!" Devon then screamed, as I flung both arms in a wild manner, splashing her with excess water in the process. She turned and ran for cover behind a tree, though I did not understand why. Both of us were thoroughly soaked already. "Oh, come on!" I called out with a smile, taunting her. "Both of us are drenched from the mist anyway. Come back here. You won't get anymore wet than you already are." Devon stuck her head out from behind the humongous tree and peered at me. "You do have a point there." Next, she stepped back into the clearing and smiled down at me. "You look sort of lonely, Jeremy. Could you use some company?" "I could always use some company if you are the one who is offering it," were my words. "Come on, princess." "Uhhhhh!" Devon groaned, grinning at me once again. She knelt downward and began to unlace her hiking boots. "Of all the many things that anyone could have ever called me, princess would have been at the bottom of the list." "Why is that?" I asked, as Devon removed her hiking boots and then her socks. "You're a princess through and through." "I don't feel like a princess," she frowned, now standing up. "I have all those problems with my parents. I've had them since I was a teen-ager. The last real relationship I was in - with Barrett - it ended horribly. He sure never treated me like a princess. He was the opposite of you. Until two weeks ago, everything that I have ever wanted or tried in life has simply led to a dead-end." "Maybe that is your problem," I shrugged. "You have not been around the right type of people up to this point in your life. If you want to feel as if you are being treated the way that you deserve to be treated, Devon, you have to surround yourself with the right type of people." The 27-year-old smiled at me as I continued, "I think that you are an incredible woman. You are very beautiful, which is the most obvious. But you are also incredibly nice and friendly, good-natured. You're a total sweetheart. Seems to me that you would have a lot to offer the right person. Kristanna feels the same way about you. She thinks the absolute world of you. She really does." "I think the world of Krissy, too," Devon murmured. "I have never been more attracted to another woman than her. I ... Krissy ... Krissy is an AWESOME person." Now rid of her hiking boots and socks, Devon maneuvered her way down the little hillside and then hopped into the water with me. "Oooooh ... it feels so cold!" she shrieked, her luscious body trembling momentarily. "You'll get used to it," I grinned, bringing her into my arms and offering her a warm and caring embrace. "Hey, it was cold for me when you pushed me into here too, Devon." "I now realize that I shouldn't have did that!" I laughed at her. "We always realize things like that after the fact. It always turns out that way." Still trembling as the brunt of the tumbling waterfall smashed down just some 20 feet from where we were, Devon embraced me as well. "You know ... I've said it before and I'll certainly say it again. But you and Krissy have been nicer and more receptive toward me than anyone that I have ever known before. You two have been so good to me. I am so happy that I came to your island, Jeremy. So happy." Devon pulled back and ended our embrace, then gazed into my eyes and smiled. "You know, Jeremy, I almost didn't mail in the initial application for this place. I thought about it and thought about it and thought about it. Two weeks in, though, I know that I made the right decision." "Were you skeptical at first?" "About sending the first application? Yes. I did not know what to expect if it was to be accepted. But in the end, I decided to take a chance. That is why I mailed it. I figured that if I did not like the sound of this place as I learned more about it in the future, I could always just sit tight and stay home in Pennsylvania. The information that I read said there was no obligation. I was pretty convinced, though, the first time that you called and spoke to me over the telephone, Jeremy. You sounded so incredibly nice and friendly, so respectful and caring. It seemed like you were someone that I just HAD to meet." "I had the same thoughts about you, Devon, during our very first telephone discussion a few months ago," I offered. "I think that we are meant to be together!" "Are you still cold?" "No," Devon said. She no longer appeared to be shivering here in the basin. "You were right. I got used to it fast." I chuckled at her. "At least you got to take your boots and socks off. I still have mine on." Devon giggled and wrapped both arms around me. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jeremy. I shouldn't have pushed you in like that. I just thought it would be funny." "I'm not complaining," I told her. "Don't worry, I am perfectly fine. But I will get you back." Devon pulled away and looked at me. "What?" "You heard me," I grinned. "I'll get you back for what you did to me. Bank on that. I promise you." She tilted her head at me and laughed. "I'm not so sure that I like the sound of that." "Can I ask you a question, Devon?" "Sure." "It's about Camille ... since she is your room-mate," I began. "You probably know her better than anyone else on the island thus far. Whatever you say to me, I promise to keep to myself. But does Camille have a problem with me?" Devon looked at me strangely. "Not that I am aware of. Why? Why would you ask such a question?" I shrugged my shoulders. "It just seems that I have had time alone with all of the girls here except Camille. I have spent most of my time with you, Pamela and Lindsay. But I have also had time with Kristanna and Amy. I have even had some private time with Trish, though she is so focused upon Lindsay. Camille, though ... she and I have yet to do a single thing together in a one-on-one setting. Activities, talk, just ... whatever. I am just wondering if Camille has any sort of a problem with me. She has been here two whole weeks - just like you and the others - and even though I see her everyday, I know nothing about her." "I don't know what to tell you, Jeremy," Devon countered. "I went cliff-diving with her and Krissy the other day, and Camille was talking about some time alone with you. Seems she would have approached you about that by now, though." Devon shrugged her shoulders as well. "I don't know." "Kristanna says that Camille is more into other women than she is men," I commented. "What do you think?" "Perhaps," Devon responded. "I know that she was really aggressive with me during our first night on the island. I had never been with another woman before, but Camille tried seducing me. I held off, but wound up having sex with her a day or two later anyway. I also know that Camille has tried to be really aggressive with Lindsay. I guess before Lindsay lost her virginity to you and Trish, Jeremy, Camille tried coming onto her. Trish was with them at the time, too. Amy was there too, if I am not mistaken. But, Lindsay was not ready to have sex yet, and it made Camille mad when Trish told her to back off. Camille told me all about later that evening. Camille wanted to be the one who took Lindsay's virginity. She wanted it badly." "Really?" So did Amy. Devon nodded her head. "I think Camille wanted to take Lindsay's virginity for all the wrong reasons, though. She wanted to take it so it would be a trophy on her mantle. You and Trish, though - from what I hear, at least - wound up treating Lindsay like a queen. Everything the two of you did with her was right. You put Lindsay's pleasure way ahead of your own." Devon hesitated for a moment, then pouted. "I guess maybe you could say that I am a trophy on Camille's mantle, too. She was the first woman that I ever had sex with. She was aggressive and seduced me big-time. I do not believe that Camille sees that time we had as special at all. As things turned out, neither do I." "You wish that Kristanna was your first girl, right?" "Oh yes," Devon answered. "I know that Krissy cares about me. Everything with Krissy would have been totally pure and wholesome. It would have been right ... awesome. I know that Krissy would never once think of me as a trophy." "Camille looks at you as a trophy?" "Maybe," Devon shrugged. "I don't know. I just wish that it was with Krissy. Not only does she care about me, but I care about her, too. That is the most important thing. Let me just say that it would have been the ideal scenario." I smiled. "You love Kristanna. And she loves you." Devon pecked the side of my face with a kiss. "I love you too, Jeremy. I love you even more each and every single day. In fact, I love you more than anyone I've ever loved before!" I placed my hands on either of her shoulders and smiled. "I love you too, princess. What am I going to do with you?" Devon blushed momentarily. "Kiss me?" She pointed toward her mouth and requested, "Kiss me here..." "With pleasure." After bringing Devon into my arms once again, I sought and then found her mouth with my very own for a tender, heartfelt kiss. Our tongues got into the action as well, slipping and sliding together between our pressed lips. When Devon hooked a single leg around my waist within the water, my right hand slid southward and massaged that lush, sweet ass of hers. "Are you going to want to spend the night with me again?" I asked once our lips finally parted ways. "I'd love to, but I already have other plans," Devon said. "Krissy and I are going to have a slumber party with Pamela and Amy in their room. I think Camille will be there, too. Actually, it's been planned for awhile. The five of us had a slumber party last week - on Monday night - too. I think the idea is for us to have them one night a week from now on." "You girls had a slumber party last Monday?" I inquired, somewhat surprised. "I did not know that." "It was a lot of fun," Devon nodded. "Krissy was quite the comedian. She had everyone in stitches. But the main topic of the evening was ghost stories. We shared a lot of ghost stories. We made all of them up, but it was real fun anyway. Gosh ... we must not have went to sleep until three." "Three o'clock in the morning?" "Yep." "What about Trish and Lindsay? You mentioned everyone but them. They are not going to the slumber party?" "I do not know if they are going tonight or not," Devon answered. "Last week, Trish decorated her suite with a bunch of burning candles and a ton of flowers, and made love to Lindsay all night long. We wanted them to come, but Trish said she had it all planned. So there was no way." I frowned. "Trish has a lot of things planned for her and Lindsay. I wonder if Lindsay has the same plans?" "What do you mean?" I shook my head. "Nothing. Forget it. So ... I suppose that this slumber party is a girls-only thing?" "I am sure that the others would not mind if you wanted to come to the party, Jeremy. I know they wouldn't." "No ... that's okay," I relented. "I like the idea of all of you, or at least most of you, spending a lot of time with each other in the same place like that. Though I would like to, I don't need to intrude. You girls need your time alone and away from me. I am perfectly fine with that." Besides, I had the voyeur room. I could very easily sit back and eavesdrop on their slumber party. Thus, I already knew how I was going to spend my evening... Devon giggled. "Maybe a big orgy will break out tonight!" I laughed as well. "I suppose you would like that?" "You know I would," she grinned, licking her lips for emphasis. "That is another attraction of this island for me. I can let all of my inhibitions go and, for once in my life, be wild and carefree. I am having such a blast. This is like my ultimate fantasy come to reality. Not only is there you, Jeremy, but all of the other girls are BEAUTIFUL! This is like a centerfold convention, or something, but with a very exotic and kinky twist. I love it here!" "But all of the centerfolds are bi-sexual," I smirked. "And they are all hot for your body." "Yours too!" Devon chirped. -- After taking a very long and relaxing shower later that evening, I was just about to venture into the nearby voyeur room to eavesdrop on the aforementioned slumber party when there were a series of gentle knocks on the main entrance of my personal suite. Naturally, I wondered who was at the door. At the dinner table hours ago, Trish claimed that, unlike last week, she and Lindsay were going to attend the slumber party with all of the other ladies. Since it was 9:30pm and the festivities were originally slated to begin a half-hour ago, I wondered to myself which of the ladies had strayed from the others and made her way to my door. "Devon," I speculated out loud, nodding my head. After all, Devon was the most likely candidate. Or were ALL of the ladies waiting for me outside of my personal suite right now? Did all of them want to gang-bang me? Again? Soon, the proverbial million dollar question was finally answered. "Lindsay?" Upon walking over to the door and then opening it, I was overcome with an equal feeling of curious surprise and mad lust. Lindsay, the humble and innocent 18-year-old from the great state of Ohio, was standing before me right now dressed in a pajama outfit which had a definite tropical flavor. The design of Lindsay's pajama suit had a bold burst of Hawaiian-style flora in lush reds, greens and oranges on a rich mango background. The deep V-neckline of her top was trimmed with a flora embroidered band, which added quite a festive touch to the outfit. Lindsay's long pajama pants matched up perfectly with her thin satin top. It should be noted, however, that the young lady was not wearing any shoes or socks. Thus, her little, bare feet were on display. Much like the rest of her body, those toes with the pink polished nails looked good enough to kiss. "Hi Jeremy," Lindsay greeted me in a shy, tentative voice, glancing back over her shoulder as if she was concerned that someone was following her. "Can I come into your room?" "Sure," I responded, stepping aside and motioning for her to step in. Confused, I glanced down the hallway as well, but did not see a soul in sight. Lindsay quickly slipped past me and closed the door behind her on her own. She then took a deep breath and let out a definite sigh of relief. There was something wrong with her. Both curious and concerned because of her uncharacteristic demeanor, I tilted my head my head and looked at Lindsay with an inquisitive expression. "Honey? What's wrong?" Lindsay gulped her throat and looked at me with strange eyes. "I need a really big favor! Can I stay with you here in your suite tonight, Jeremy? PLEASE?" Obviously, Lindsay was not in an erotic or sexual mood at all - which was the usual case when one of my lovely guests requested to spend the evening with me. Instead, I got the sense that Lindsay was running from something. Was she frightened? Did Lindsay get into an argument with one of the other ladies? Did Amy push her too far in a bondage session? I really had no idea what her problem was. "Why do you want to stay with me in my room?" I asked. I placed both hands atop her shoulders and demanded, "What's wrong, baby? Is everything okay? Why ... why aren't you at the slumber party with the others? You have a fight?" Lindsay shook her head and fretted, "I just want to be away from Trish for the night!" "Trish? WHAT?" Now, I was flabbergasted. "Lindsay ... what happened? Did Trish do something bad to you?" The little minx went over to my bed and sat down upon its edge, then used both hands to conceal her face from me. She vehemently shook her head and whined, "I like Trish, Jeremy! I really do!" Lindsay removed her hands from her eyes and looked directly at me. "She has been so nice, so good, to me. I ... I love having sex with her. B-But..." Lindsay shook her head again. "But I cannot STAND IT when Trish starts talking about all that mushy stuff with me!" "Mushy?" "You know!" Lindsay sniveled. "Mushy! Like when Trish starts telling me how much she loves me! How much I mean to her! For the past couple of days, ALL I HAVE HEARD from her is how much she loves me ... how much she wants to spend the rest of her life with me!" Now, Lindsay appeared as if she was about to cry. "Jeremy, I only met Trish two weeks ago! Not only that, but I'm also 18! 18! I am not looking to settle down with ANYONE yet! Not for a few years, at least." "Did you tell her that?" "It doesn't do any good!" Lindsay pined. "Trish will not listen to me! I mean, I like her and all. I really do! She is the nicest woman that I have ever known in my whole life. Trish has been so good to me! But I ... I ... cannot stand it when she starts talking to me that way." Lindsay reached out and grasped my right wrist with both of her hands. "Please, Jeremy! If just for one night ... let me stay with you. It would be such a relief just to be away from Trish." "Have you SPECIFICALLY told Trish that you do not want her to speak to you in this manner?" "No..." Lindsay sniffed. "I ... I just tell her that I'm young. I just lost my virginity. I ... I want to explore. Trish will not listen! She just says that four weeks from now, when we all go home, I will feel the same way about her that she does about me. Trish even says that she is leaving her family behind to come and live with me in Ohio! Jeremy, Trish has spent her whole life in Toronto! How can Trish be willing to sacrifice all of her friends and family in Canada for someone that she has known for just two weeks?" Island Fever Ch. 17 I sat down next to Lindsay upon the bed and put my arm around her shoulder. "You need to tell her, sweetheart. TELL Trish that you do not want her to say these things to you. Tell her specifically, and be FIRM about it. And if she still persists, tell her that you have no other choice than to come to me about it. One way or another, I would make certain that Trish would not say those things again. YOU have to make the first move, though." "I don't want her to get into any trouble at all with you," Lindsay screeched, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "I mean ... a lot of this is probably my own fault. I guess that Trish has been saying these things to me for the better part of a week, really, instead of a few days. I ... I ... I should have told her that I was not interested the first day that she started talking about love and ... com-commitment. I think ... I think maybe ... maybe ... I led her ... on." "How did you lead her on?" "By not being up-front and truthful with Trish at the very beginning," Lindsay answered. "I mean ... she says all these things to me. I should have flat-out told her NO from the very get-go. Instead, I ... I just sit there and listen to her. Then ... then I'm having sex with her. I have had sex with Trish every single day since I lost my v-virginity. I have led ... led her on." "You have to tell Trish SPECIFICALLY that you do not want to have any sort of a relationship or commitment with her beyond the boundaries of this island," I instructed Lindsay. "You have to tell Trish that when you go home in four weeks, the two of you will go your separate ways." Her head lowered, Lindsay was sobbing ever-so-gently. I reached out and touched her chin, then brought her eyes in line with mine. They were saturated with unfortunate tears. "What's wrong, honey? Is there something else?" "I don't want to hurt Trish!" Lindsay responded, shaking her head. "And I'm ... I'm afraid..." "Afraid of what?" "That if I tell Trish I don't want a relationship with her beyond the island, she will ... won't want anything to do with me from now on. I ... I don't want that." I shook my head at her. "I'm lost, sweetheart..." "THE SEX!" Lindsay exclaimed, again shaking her head. "I am getting to the point where I cannot control myself, or my urges! If I tell Trish to back away from me, she ... she may not want to have sex with me anymore!" Lindsay began to lose control of her emotions as she shrieked, "I don't want Trish to be in l-love with me. I just want to have sex with her!" I brought Lindsay into my arms and she proceeded to cry on my shoulder. This was quite the conversation that we were having here. "Trish has to know that you feel this way, sweetheart," was my advice. "You say that you don't want to hurt her. The longer you wait until you tell her how you feel, the more hurt and pain she will have as a result." "I n-never thought I would b-be this way," Lindsay said. "The sex ... the lust ... it is consuming me! Since I lost my virginity, sex is all I think about! And Trish ... oh dear Lord, she is so hot, so beautiful. Trish reminds me of the fitness model from the magazine that I told you about last week. Do you remember, Jeremy? She ... she also reminds me of those women in the dirty magazines that my father u-used to get when he was st-still alive..." "You read magazines like that?" Lindsay pulled away from me and nodded her head, but not before sniffing her nose. "Uh huh. My dad used to get them. He had a secret stash of them, but I knew where they were. I would sneak peeks at them whenever I could." "Didn't you say your father was a minister?" Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. "Ministers have desires too, you know. Though, I'm certain that mom never knew that he had those magazines. When my dad died, I gathered up all of his magazines and threw most of them into the garbage. I did not want his memory to be tarnished if mom or one of my sisters were to stumble upon the magazines one day." "Did you keep any for yourself?" "I think I kept three," Lindsay confided. "They are in the trunk of my car. Those three were my favorites. One of the models ... Trish reminds me of her a lot, too. There were certain times when I would stare at pictures of that girl and I would ... f-finger myself. I was ... I-I was obsessed ... with her for the longest time. Her body, her look. I think ... I think I still am. I know I am! When I am having sex with Trish, I think about the model sometimes ... Torrie." "The model's name was Torrie? A centerfold?" Lindsay nodded her head. "Uh huh. Trish reminds me so much of her that it isn't funny. They are both blonde with mega-loaded bodies and curves. I would ... I would finger myself to sleep a lot of nights, fantasizing about Torrie..." "Honey, you need to cut Trish off at the pass before she falls any deeper in love with you," I implored, returning to our original topic. "Let me tell you - that woman is so much in love with you. She is head-over-her-heels in love with you. You need to come clean and tell Trish that, for all intents and purposes, all you want from her is a sex-only relationship. If Trish does not like that, or it hurts her, she will simply have to deal with it. But if you continue to have sex with Trish and not tell her your true feelings - in essence, leading her on as you say - you will only hurt her more in the end. That is what you told me, honey - you do not want to hurt Trish. But you have no other choice. Either hurt Trish right now, or completely devastate her in two, three, four weeks." I shrugged my shoulders and ended, "Whatever way you decide to do it, it is up to you." Lindsay squinted her eyes and literally begged me, "Could you talk to Trish for me, Jeremy? PLEEEEEASE?" I shook my head. "I'm sorry, but it's best that you tell Trish this yourself, Lindsay." "But I don't want to hurt her!" I shrugged my shoulders once again. "You can either hurt her now or devastate her later. It's up to you." Lindsay made two fists and flailed them about in a fit of anger. "BUT JEREMY!" "You need to tell her yourself," I reiterated. "WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME?" she exclaimed, upset. Stunned that Lindsay had screamed at me - as well as the fact that this little flower was even capable of raising her voice in such a manner - I stood up from the bed and glared at her. "You need to settle down, Lindsay." I shook my head and warned her, "Don't come into my room and scream at me. Don't you ever do that again without proper justification." I could not believe it, but Lindsay had made me angry! She took a deep, ragged breath and sighed in response. "I am so sorry, Jeremy," Lindsay offered, her voice hushed. "I have no right to speak to you that way. If I think about it, you have been even nicer to me than Trish has. Look at what you did for my family with the money you sent them. I have no right. I am so sorry." Lindsay hung her head low and sulked, "Maybe it's best that I get going now." "I thought you wanted to hide from Trish," I said, as the 18-year-old rose to her feet and looked over at me. "I do," she frowned. "But I disrespected you. For that, I am sorry. If there is one thing that I have learned from my dealings with the Lord, it is that you do not disrespect or disgrace the people placed above you. Authority figures, I mean. You are the authority figure of this island, Jeremy. You own it. You are the boss. I disrespected you." Lindsay shook her head and pined, "Can you ever forgive me?" "Of course I can. And, I do." I sat down upon the bed. "Thank you," Lindsay nodded. "I'll be going now. I don't want to take up any more of your time." "Hey," I insisted, "you're not taking up any of my time. If you want to stay, you are more than welcome to. And I do not like you thinking of me as an authority figure, because I'm not. I am simply the host here. That is all." Lindsay still appeared crestfallen. "I am going to do what I should have done in the first place. Instead of asking you or someone else on the island to talk to Trish for me, I am going to pray and ask God for the strength to do it myself. I made this mess by not being up-front with her at the beginning. Now, it's time for me to clean it up. I really don't want to hurt Trish at all. But you are right, Jeremy, because it seems that I have no other choice. Maybe I should think about ending whatever association that Trish and I have with each other ... the s-sex included." I motioned for Lindsay to come back to the bed and take a seat beside me. "I don't want you to leave, sweetheart. I could use the company tonight. All of the other girls, I guess, are at Pamela and Amy's slumber party." I nodded my head at her. "I would appreciate it if you stayed." Lindsay frowned, but took a deep breath and seemed to accept my invitation. Apparently, she still felt guilty about raising her voice at me. I attempted to quell her worries by extending my arm and gently pulling her to me until she was seated next to me upon the bed once again. "There ... that's much better," I smiled, planting a little kiss on the side of her head for emphasis. There was that trademark blush from Lindsay again. It never failed to drive me crazy! "Thank you, Jeremy, for being so nice. Not just to me, but toward the others too." "Obviously, you don't have a whole lot of experience when it comes to dealing with people and relationships," I mused. "It is unfortunate, but getting hurt and hurting others ... sometimes it is a way of life. We all go through that at one time or another, honey. You have to get used to it. There will come a time when someone in the future will hurt you as well. It's a part of life." "I dumped my only serious boyfriend, Eddie, back home in Ohio," Lindsay said. "But it was more out of anger than anything else. I never felt guilty about it because one day, he demanded that I have sex with him, or our relationship was over. I was not ready to have sex yet. I told him bye-bye." "You have told me about Eddie before," I nodded. "It's just that I really like Trish," Lindsay sulked. "She is so nice. She has been so good to me. I just don't like her the same way that she likes me, though. Trish is a great person and all, you know, but all I really want is to have sex with her." Lindsay smiled and added, "That, and video games. I love playing video games with Trish. I wish my sister, Alison, was into playing video games like Trish is." "I understand what you are saying, dear. You like Trish and do not want to hurt her, but have no other choice. As I said, you can hurt her now or totally devastate her later. As time passes, she will fall deeper and deeper in love with you. The more in love Trish is, the more hurt she will have when you tell her how you feel. It's best to do it now." Lindsay sulked, but nodded her head. "I know. The next time that I see her, at least. Maybe tomorrow morning." "Can I ask you aomething?" I looked deep into those blue eyes and stressed, "I want you to be honest with me." "You can ask me whatever, Jeremy." It was time for me to follow through on the promise that I made to Pamela during our voyage home from Peru the other night. "What's this with you and Amy lately? Word has spread rapidly. You and her have been doing some ... pretty outlandish things together, to say the least. How did all of this start? What's causing it? What's the deal?" "I don't know," Lindsay murmured. "What do you mean, you don't know?" "I don't know." I took a deep breath and offered her a disapproving glare. "I'm going to ask you something, Lindsay, and I want you to be 100 percent honest with me." She nodded her head as I stressed, "I'm serious. 100 percent honest. Can you do that for me? Can you give me a 100 percent honest answer?" Suddenly nervous, she nodded again. "Yes, I can." "Has Amy hurt you?" I looked deep into her eyes, trying to gauge a reaction. "Has she done anything to you that you regret, or were not in favor of? Did she force you, or poke and prod you, to get you to try the things you've been doing lately with her? Be honest. This is for your own good." Lindsay hesitated for a moment. It was a long pause; much too long for my patience level right now. Was she afraid? Scared? Ashamed? Embarrassed? Finally, her words came out, "Everything we have done has been 100 percent consensual." I chuckled gently. "How did this come about? How can you lose your virginity one week, then derive pleasure from Amy tying you up and torturing you the next? It should have took you years to get from point A to point B ... not a week." "Amy is not torturing me," Lindsay sniped. "She is inflicting pain upon you, then." "There is a difference, Jeremy." The young woman gulped her throat two times in a row. "When Amy placed me into bondage for the first time the other night, I NEVER had such an adrenaline rush." Lindsay shook her head and pressed onward, "My hands and legs were bound to the bed. I could not move. Then Amy blindfolded me. I ... I had no control. I was powerless to stop her as she whipped me with a strap. The pain ... it went through me like a knife. Coupled with the helplessness, I ... it..." Lindsay hid her face in shame momentarily. "Amy used her ... tongue ... on me. She used her tongue ... to lick ... to lick ... to lick my ass. It ... was so nasty. I ... had no control. No control whatsoever. I was powerless to stop her. And it was exhilerating." "You enjoyed Amy whipping you with that strap?" "God, yes!" she sighed. "I'd never been more turned on!" Wow. My eyes wide in response, I simply stared at Lindsay for several seconds. I was not expecting such an answer from her. One thing was for certain, however. I believed her. Lindsay had definitely given me an honest answer. Just then, someone knocked on the door of my bedroom. "Jeremy?" came a somewhat distressed voice from the other side of the door. "Jeremy, are you in there? It's Trish." I looked at Lindsay, who frowned and nodded her head at me. "Yes, I'm here," I called out. "Is Lindsay with you?" Trish asked me through the closed door. "Have you seen her at all? I'm worried about her. I cannot find her anywhere. She is not at the slumber party. I cannot find her anywhere in the mansion and, because it is dark outside, I am worried about her. Kristanna told me to come here because you may know where she is." "Trish really cares about you," I told Lindsay in a quiet, hushed tone. "You want me to let her know that you're here?" Lindsay nodded her head and then proclaimed in a loud tone of voice, "I'm in here, Trish. I'm with Jeremy. Hold on a second." Lindsay stood up from the bed and strolled over to the door, then opened it. "Hi Trish." "Hi sweetie!" Trish stepped forward and offered Lindsay a relieved hug. She then placed both hands atop the little teen-ager's shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. "I was so worried about you! I thought that you and I decided that we would go to the party with the other girls tonight." Trish glanced past Lindsay's shoulder and acknowledged my presence with a nod of the head. At least she realized that I was here, I told myself inwardly. Soon enough, though, Trish's attention was focused back on Lindsay. "Were you and Jeremy busy doing something together?..." The young blonde looked back at me for just an instant, then reached out and grasped Trish's left hand with her right. "We need to go someplace and talk in private." "Oh?" Trish countered, obviously curious. "Yes, we do," Lindsay confirmed. "I need to talk to you about something in private. Because it is private, I do not want any of the others to be around to hear it." Trish looked worried. "Is everything okay?" "We need to talk," Lindsay insisted, taking Trish by the hand and guiding her out of my private suite. Before closing the door, however, Lindsay smiled and waved her free hand at me. It seemed to be her way of telling me thank you for the little discussion that we just had. "You're welcome," I gently said, after the door had shut. -- "I am SO SORRY, Lindsay!" Trish exclaimed moments later, as I flipped on the audio switch here in the voyeur room for the recreation room. With the surveillance camera picking up their every move and displaying them on the big monitor in front of me, I had the best seat in the house. Obviously, Lindsay was about to shatter Trish's kind, loving heart. "I never meant to hurt or upset you with what I said about your friendship with Amy," Trish continued, trying to stress her point. "Really, I should not have said anything at all. You are right, Lindsay. You can be friends with whomever you want. You can even ... have sex ... with whomever you want." Trish did not sound all too sincere with that prior comment. What was this about Amy, though? Did Trish tell Lindsay the same thing that she had earlier confided in me? That Amy was a bad influence on Lindsay? Obviously, Trish did not approve of their newfound friendship at all. "I came to the island this summer to kick back, relax and have fun," Lindsay said in response. "Jeremy has created a wonderful atmosphere for all of us. Jeremy and Kristanna, I guess. I did not come here to fall in love." "I did not come to the island to fall in love, either!" Trish fretted. "But unfortunately, I did..." Lindsay shook her head in a negative manner. "Trish, I think you are a really nice girl and all, but there are so many differences between us. We're like night and day." "How so?" Lindsay held both hands out. "First off, there is the age thing. You're 12 years older than me." "So?" Trish countered. "Big deal. I've heard of men in their 60's and 70's marrying women who are only 21. It may seem like a big difference to you because you are so young, Lindsay, but it's really not. 12 years is nothing. I am 30 and you are 18." Trish was silent for a short while, thinking things over. "There IS a difference, I guess, but I certainly do not think it is a glaring difference. I am still young enough to be able to relate to you." "You live in Toronto and I live in Cincinnati." Trish shrugged her shoulders and mused, "I could move to Cincinnati." Lindsay shook her head once again as Trish added, "I would move there in a heartbeat if I thought you wanted me to, honey. I really would." "And leave all of your family in Canada behind?" "Some things are more important than family," Trish said. "At least it's that way to me." "My family is the most important thing in the world to me," Lindsay remarked. "Especially after my father died last year. My mom and my three sisters - Gina, Jennifer and Alison. I did not know just how important all of them were to me until my father passed away last November. Without their love and support, I would be totally lost." "I love my family very, very much," Trish told her. "I don't want you to get me wrong there. I also love living in Canada. Aside from a weekend trip to Niagara Falls when I was 11 or 12, I never even left Canada until coming to this island. I'm a Canuck through and through, trust me. But I would move away and relocate for the right person, Lindsay. I would leave my family behind for true love. For you..." "How do you know that I am that proverbial right person for you, though?" Lindsay wondered. "I could be mistaken, but I think we've been here for 16 days. You and I have known each other for 16 days, Trish. That's all." "Jeremy has known Pamela and Devon for that same amount of time," Trish reminded. "He loves both of them very much, I think. You can tell by how he acts around them." "Pamela and Devon are each the flavor of the day for Jeremy right now," Lindsay said, which caused my eyes to narrow in an even mixture of surprise and anger. I could not believe that Lindsay was capable of such a hateful, snide remark about me. "It could be Amy tomorrow. Who knows? Maybe Jeremy will set his sights on Camille next. Maybe even Kristanna. I know that she really likes him." Island Fever Ch. 17 "You are definitely not the flavor of the day for me, Lindsay," Trish stressed to her. "I'm not here to propose anything to you, or ask for a commitment. I ... I just want us to be friends again - like we were before. I don't ever want you to feel the need to HIDE from me. As I said, I am so sorry for making you upset with what I said about your friendship with Amy. It was out of line for me to say that." "You just want to be friends?" "For now, yes," Trish nodded. "It may progress and move toward something more, or it may not." Lindsay appeared agitated. "I am not looking for any type of commitment, Trish. I'm really not." "Then we can be friends," Trish conceded. "I'd rather be friends with you than nothing at all." "How can we be friends when I know that you have these feelings about me?" Lindsay inquired. I figured that she got the same impression from Trish's last statement that I did. In no way did Trish want to be just friends with her. Lindsay may be young, but she was smart and intuitive. "I'm only 18, remember. I lost my virginity 12 days ago. I want to go out and explore the world a little before even thinking of entering into a commitment with anyone." "I'm not asking you for a commitment of any type," Trish responded. "All I want is to be friends right now." Lindsay took a few seconds to contemplate things, but eventually shook her head and remained steadfast. "I am sorry, Trish. But I think it's best that we go our separate ways. I ... I just don't like you as much as you like me. I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have. I ... it is over between us, Trish. It is over." Before Trish was given the opportunity to say anything in rebuttal, Lindsay turned and exited the recreation room in a hurry. She ran down the hallway crying, both hands covering her face... Stunned and perhaps finally realizing that she did not have a future with Lindsay, Trish simply stood there with an empty, emotionless expression for several seconds. Then, as I looked on from the voyeur room with a heavy heart, a single tear emanated from Trish's right eye and streaked down her face. An instant later, the dam burst. I felt a tidal wave of sorrow and sympathy for Trish as a thick sheet of tears literally flowed right down her otherwise lovely face. I am one of millions and millions of people in this crazy world of ours who has been shot down and/or rejected by the person whom they loved more than anyone else, so I certainly understood what Trish was going through right now. 20 years after my ex-fiancee left me standing at the altar for - of all things - another woman, I STILL have trouble coming to grips with what Victoria did to me. Even before Victoria, there was a girl in high school that I had a major crush on. Her name was April. When I was a teen-ager living in New Jersey, April was the love of my life. But no matter what I tried, I could never get April to go out with me. We were friends, but through three years of trying, I was never able to get April to look at me as anything but a friend. In fact, I would most likely still be in love with April today - a good 21 years after last seeing her - had I never moved away from New Jersey. So, I certainly had a lot of personal experience with what was happening to Trish right now. She was totally in love with Lindsay, and wanted to be with her. I wish that things could be different between them, but it appeared as if that would never be the case. It was really unfortunate because I thought Trish would give Lindsay an excellent life. If I could, I would have stepped into the surveillance monitor directly in front of me here within the voyeur room, magically teleporting myself to Trish's location, so I could give her a reassuring, sympathetic hug. She was in serious need of one right now. Trish had crumpled down to the floor of the recreation room and was crying as if her very reason for living had been brutally stripped away from her. Then, I suddenly realized, perhaps it had... -- "Hey ... what's wrong?" No more than five minutes after I left the voyeur room and ventured off to the recreation room here in the mansion, my words had caused Trish, who was still hunched upon the carpet, to look up at me through her tear-stained eyes. She was still sobbing, but not quite as badly as before. "What are you ... what are you doing here?" I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "I came down here to play pinball." I tilted my head at her. "You know that I don't like to see any of you girls cry. What's up?" Obviously, I had to play dumb here. I could not let Trish know that I was aware that Lindsay had rejected her because, needless to say, I had eavesdropped on their prior discussion. The only person on the island who knew that the voyeur room existed (besides me, of course) was Kristanna. I wanted things to stay that way - for obvious reasons. Trish shook her head and flailed her right hand about in a barrage of hurtful emotion in response to my question about what was wrong with her. "Everything that you have ever wanted, Jeremy," she began. "Everything that you have ever dreamed about, ever fantasized about." Trish shook her head again. "It's right there. Right there in front of you. You see it every single day. You smell it everyday. It is right there. Right there ... in front of you." Trish paused for a brief moment, then sniffed her nose. "But no matter what, you can't touch it. You can never have it." She hung her head low and sulked, "Do you know what that feels like, eh?" "Yes," I replied, without hesitation. "I know exactly what it feels like." I slowly stepped forward and closed the distance between us, then knelt down directly in front of Trish. "I think everyone knows what it feels like, dear. We've all been through it at one point or another." "It's ... it's L-L-Lin-Lind ... say," Trish stammered, wiping away an excess of tears from her eyes. "I c-can't be-believe it, but she is not interested in m-me." "Then you have to move on, Trish," I suggested to her. "Move onto someone else. You have to forget about Lindsay." Trish let out a shrill whine. "How can I forget about her when she is everything that I have ever dreamed of?" "Because you have to," I insisted. "You just have to. Until the person comes along that is truly right for you, and you're truly right for him or her, someone better will always pop up out of nowhere. That is how it is, at least I believe, until you find your soul-mate." "I love that girl more than life itself!" Trish cried. "I just don't understand why I cannot be with her!" "You can't be with Lindsay because it is not meant to be," I countered. "Why drag yourself through the mud like this, Trish? You're doing nothing but hurting yourself. Lindsay does not like you the same way that you like her. As much as I hate to say this, but ... nothing will ever change that. I'm sorry, but Lindsay will never love you. And the more you pursue her, the more she will distance herself from you." "L-Lindsay spends most of her time with Amy now!" Trish complained. "What does she see in Amy that she doesn't see in me? All I want to do is love Lindsay! Love her forever! All Amy wants is to have sex with Lindsay! And USE her!" Trish hung her head low and began to cry once again. "You know something, Jeremy? You were ... right earlier ... in what you said to me. I'm ... I am obsessed with Lindsay." "I know you are." "Her face, her eyes, her mouth, her hair ... her tight, little body, her hands, arms, legs, feet. Her voice. The way her eyebrows shoot upward when she laughs. The way she tilts her head when you talk to her. Lindsay is ... perfect. Do you ... do you know what it is like to feel this way about someone, Jeremy? To be obsessed? But for that person to have absolutely no interest in you at all in return?" I took a few seconds before answering, "Not sure about being OBSESSED, but there was this one girl a long time ago that I was very much in love with." Trish made eye contact with me. "Your ex-fiancee?" "No, this was before Victoria. It was back when I was still going to high school in New Jersey. Her name was April. I loved that girl so, so much. But ... I could never get her to look at me as anything more than a friend." "Why not? You're a great guy." I offered a wry smile. "Let me tell you a story. I was age 15 in the tenth grade. I had never spoken to a girl before in my life. One day, though, a girl named April walked up to me and said hello. That's it - hello. I was so incredibly shy then. She said hello to me, I kind of looked at her, my face turned red, and then I walked off." Trish giggled - through her misery about Lindsay - as I added, "That was the first time a girl had ever said one word to me. I was so shy, so embarrassed. I could do nothing but stare at her for a few seconds, then walk off. I couldn't even bring myself to say anything to her." "I was never shy in my life, fortunately," Trish mused. "Anyway, a couple weeks later, I switched a few of my classes around and, lo and behold, I sat at the desk right in front of April in history. She was so very outgoing and friendly that, eventually, I felt comfortable talking to her. One day, I found the courage within myself to ask her out on a date. A pizza date, actually. It was Friday, and I asked April to go out with me after school on Monday. I wanted to take her to the local pizza place, my treat." A smile came to my face as I recalled, "She said yes." "I thought you said April never liked you that way?" "Hold on, there's more," I told Trish. "Much more. I went home that day - Friday. I was in love. I thought about April all weekend. She was my new girlfriend. I called my family in Ohio and told them I had a girlfriend. Everyone was so excited for me." "When Monday came, though, and the time and place for us to meet after school, April was nowhere to be found." Trish gasped. "She stood you up?" I laughed. "Yeah, she did. I couldn't find her anywhere. I even went to her house, but she wasn't there. Or, just did not answer the door. I walked all the way home and threw a fit. I even stayed home from school for two or three days." "But the next time I saw April, on the ensuing Thursday or Friday, she was all happy and smiles - like nothing happened. I wanted to ask her why she did not show up for our date, but I wasn't that bold yet. This girl was still being nice to me and, believe it or not, I began to think she forgot about the date completely. A few weeks went by, I asked her out again. April said that she had a boyfriend." "To lessen what is already an incredibly long story, I must have asked April out 15 or 20 times in high school. That would be harassment in many people's eyes, but I was just a kid, and I did not know any better. Plus, April liked me as a friend. I asked her out 15 or 20 times, as I said, but she always had an excuse for me. Again, April liked me. She would actually call me on the telephone at night and we would talk - as friends - for hours. She would even ask me for advice about her various boyfriends." "I became very open and honest with her. I loved her, I wanted to make her happy. I used to write her letters saying just how much I loved her. I even wrote her poetry. I would do anything for that girl. I remember one time, I rode my bike through a driving snowstorm from my house to hers, just so I could return a movie to the video store so she would not have to pay a late fee. I lived a good three or four miles away from her. There were big hills to climb, too." "I know ALL ABOUT trying to ride a bike through the snow," Trish nodded. "Remember that I live in Canada." "So, when we became seniors, it got to the point where I basically demanded to know why April would not go out with me," I continued. "It seemed that she went out with every single guy in the school EXCEPT me. April had told me in the past that I was the nicest guy she had ever met. I even asked her once if she did not like the way I looked, and if that was the reason why. Was I unattractive to her? Was I ugly? But she said I looked fine. So ... this one day, I demanded a reason. We're friends, I'm a nice guy, I look fine to her ... why doesn't she like me?" Trish looked tentative. "What did April say to you?" I frowned. "She did not want to answer at first. But I kept pressing. I told her that no matter what it was, as long as she was honest with me, my feelings would not be hurt. I was at the point where, basically, I wanted the truth. Eventually, I got the answer that I wanted." "What was it?" I sniffed my nose, remembering that exact moment in time, and took a deep breath. "April said that if she and I were to go out together, I ... I would have ... depressed ... her." Trish looked at me through narrow eyes. "You would have depressed her? What does that mean?" "Because I have battled depression and anxiety attacks my whole life," I sighed. "The girl of my dreams - at that time in my life, at least - did not want to go out with me because I would have, of all things, made her feel sad and depressed by just being around her. My presence ... would have brought her down." I sighed once again, then shook my head as Trish stared at me, wide-eyed. "I was very lonely back then. My parents were always bickering and fighting. I had moved away from my two brothers and one sister when my father was transferred from Ohio to New Jersey in his job. I only had a few friends. I hated it in New Jersey. I was very, very lonely, and I had a lot of other problems." Trish was stunned. "And the girl that you were in love with - spent years going after, I presume - did not want to go out with you because you would have DEPRESSED her?" "Yeah," I moaned, my voice weak. "She ... she thought that by being around me, I ... I would have brought her down, too." "How did you take that?" I let out another (begrudging) laugh. "I stayed home from school for a week, then got my schedule re-arranged so April was in just one of my classes - instead of four or five. As I think about it, I did not stay home that week. I worked. I worked from nine in the morning until eleven at night for six days that week. It was at Kentucky Fried Chicken. Our store was so desperate for help that the boss ignored the child labor laws for me. I was only 17, but worked in excess of 80 or 90 hours that week - just to keep my mind off of April, and stay away from her." "Were you friends with her when you went back to school?" "Yeah, but not as much as before," I responded. "After I graduated from high school, my father was transferred in his job again - this time to California. I went to her house the day before moving to California, and she gave me a hug and wished me the best of luck. Once in California, I kept in contact with April through the postal mail for a good two or three years. Just letting her know how things were for me. We even talked a few times on the telephone. Incredibly enough, she called me each time." "Did you tell her about your ex-fiancee?" "Yeah, I told her," I breathed. "I also told her that Victoria left me standing at the altar, and why. I haven't heard from April in years. I kept writing her, but she stopped replying after two or three years. I guess it was just time to move on for her, and get away from me." "Do you still write her?" "Once a year," I nodded. "One of my friends who lives in New Jersey, he came to my wedding years ago and told me that April really cared about me. April was always worried about me, and it hurt her that she shot me down all those times. Believe it or not, but he said that April told him that she loved me. Just ... April couldn't go out with me. She did not want to go out with me because I would have ... depressed her." "If you could go back in time and change things, would you still demand that answer from her?" "Yes," I replied. "Without a doubt. It was the absolute worst thing that she could have told me, but yes, I would still want to hear it. It tore me up inside, but at least I got the honest answer. What April said to me, though - it has always stayed with me, Trish. It will never leave." "It's just one person's opinion, Jeremy..." "I try my best to be nice to people. I try to my best to smile and be friendly, be happy, be courteous. But I know that I cannot fully mask the way I feel, or my emotions. I have not led the best of lives, you know, and there hasn't been many things over the years for me to be happy about. I did not have the best childhood, and things certainly haven't improved much - excluding these past two weeks - since then." Trish frowned. "I do get that vibe from you sometimes, Jeremy. You are kind and gracious toward all of us, but I can tell that you are not the happiest person inside. At times, it seems like you have to force yourself to smile. When no one is around ... when you think you are alone, I have caught sad and depressed looks from you on occasion." "Am I that obvious?" Trish shook her head. "It's perfectly okay in my book. I'm not the happiest person either, you know. Neither is Pamela. Devon, Amy, even Camille. Even Lindsay. Maybe that is a hidden reason why all of us wanted to come to the island in the first place? Something new and exciting? Something to break the same old boring, daily grind of life? I think the only truly happy person here is Kristanna." "Lindsay is not happy?" "Lindsay misses her father," Trish confided. "She almost killed herself when he passed away. I'm talking suicide." "Lindsay told you that?" I asked, my eyes wide. Trish frowned and nodded her head. "Her mom and younger sister had to convince her not to cut herself with a knife. She said her father was her hero in life. He was only 46 when he died. It was totally unexpected, too. Lindsay even told me that she thought about putting her neck through the machine saw in the meat cutting room at the grocery store where she works. She was THAT upset about her father." "Wow..." I murmured, taking all of that in. Perhaps I could talk more about this with Lindsay in the future? Soon, I remembered something. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, and opened it up. After thumbing through a series of photographs encased in plastic sleeves, I settled on one and showed it to Trish. "This is a picture of April and me when we were both 17." Trish took my wallet from me and inspected the photograph closely. If one did know any better, they would suspect that April and I were once a loving couple by looking at the photograph. In it, the two of us were smiling as I embraced April from behind. "She looks like Amy," Trish observed. "And you look so very young!" I laughed again. "That is one reason why I chose Amy as one of you girls to come to the island - she reminds me of April. One of many reasons why I chose Amy..." Trish returned my wallet and wondered, "Are you still in love with April, Jeremy?" "April is a closed chapter of my life," I told her. "It will stay forever closed. I have no intention of ever going back to New Jersey. Plus, last I heard, she was living with some guy and was thinking of marrying him. That was four or five years ago, at least. They are probably married now. I send her a letter through the mail once a year now, but I know that she will never reply. Still, I must try." "What about Victoria? Do you still love her, eh?" "I hate Victoria," was my response. "She destroyed me. For as much as what April said affected me, and hurt me ... what Victoria did was a billion times worse. A trillion. She ripped my heart out in front of everyone, and stomped on it. She..." Trish suddenly appeared to be a bit uneasy because of my words, so I decided to let up about Victoria. I did not want to get all mean and nasty around Trish. "Are you going to forget about Lindsay?" I asked, changing the subject between us. "I guess you could never really forget since you care for her so much. I'll never forget April or Victoria. But will you at least move on, Trish? I do not want to see you hurt or upset. I certainly do not want to see you cry. I want you to be happy." Island Fever Ch. 17 Trish shrugged her shoulders and pouted, "I really have no choice but to move on from Lindsay. It will be so hard because I consider her to be absolutely perfect. Lindsay is everything that I have ever dreamed of in another girl. But if she doesn't like me, I ... I have no choice." "Lindsay just wants to have sex right now," I said. Trish frowned again. "Sex for me has always been much more meaningful and important than just physical pleasure. It has always been an expression of love and caring, true and total devotion. When you and I took Lindsay's virginity a nearly two weeks ago, Jeremy, it was the most incredible experience of my life. Certainly the best, and the most memorable. I'll never forget it. It was so special for me." "Is what happened that day one of the reasons why you are so attracted to Lindsay?" Trish nodded her head. "Yes, most definitely. I had always fantasized about being with a virgin girl. I had been with a virgin guy before, but never a virgin girl. It was my ultimate fantasy come to life!" Trish giggled and added, "I wish I had it on video so I could re-live it all over again!" I had that three-some archived in the voyeur room... "I guess I want to be Lindsay's beginning, middle and end in terms of sex, and relationships," Trish confessed. "That is included in my fantasy of the virgin girl - I am so good for her, and I treat her so well, that she does not ever need or even want anyone else." Trish paused and continued, "But you and the others that I have talked to about her are right. I hate to admit it, but I am a lot older than Lindsay." "I'm older than you, Trish, and I HATE to admit it," I mused. "I'm 39. You're 30, and Lindsay is only 18. I hate to admit that I am a lot older than Lindsay is. Do you know that Lindsay was five years from even being CONCEIVED by her parents when I asked April out for the first time? That is totally unbelievable to me. It blows my mind." "Lindsay is still a kid," Trish sulked. "A child." She was silent for a moment, then shook her head. "Did April ever stop to think that if she actually said yes to you, and went out with you, it would have made you a lot happier? Then, you wouldn't have felt so down and depressed." I shrugged my shoulders as Trish continued, "Makes sense to me. If it was me, Jeremy, I'd have went out with you." I was somewhat surprised by her comment. "Really?" "Yes, really. It's too bad you didn't go to my school." "What were you like in high school, Trish?" "I was a freaky combination of a really good athlete and a science nerd," she told me. "I was really into soccer and gymnastics, and played hockey, too. I was also a cheerleader in high school. I was into science, too. I had this little microscope. I loved to dissect things and look at them with it. And I absolutely LOVE astronomy - always have." "You?" I chuckled. "A science nerd?" I tried to envision this blonde and overly curvaceous creature of satisfaction as a science nerd. Hey, I bet Trish looked really good in a pair of glasses and one of those white lab coats... "I love science and always have," she stressed to me. "Were there any other girls in high school besides April? Any others that you had an interest in?" I shook my head. "No, not really. I asked a few others out, but always found myself coming right back to April." "I would have gotten your mind off of April," Trish said, her voice sweet and sincere. "You and I could have went out, been boyfriend and girlfriend, if we knew each other." "I'm afraid that a girl as beautiful and as popular as you must have been in those days would have never noticed a guy like me, let alone go out with me." "What makes you say that?" Trish squealed. "Experience." "I'm noticing you right now," she countered. "Aren't I?" "You didn't the other day." "What are you talking about?" I took a deep breath. "Do you remember when you and I were talking at the bar that one day? When was it? Perhaps the weekend before last? Whatever, we were having a nice discussion. Lindsay showed up, you stopped talking to me. You completely forgot that I was even there, Trish. You went off with Lindsay right in the middle of our discussion." Trish nodded her head. "Yes, I remember that. I thought about it later, too. It was incredibly rude of me to do that to you. But Jeremy, you know how much Lindsay affects me. My whole world stops whenever I catch a tiny glimpse of her." "I know," I breathed. "I am not angry or upset with you at all, Trish. I know what Lindsay does to you inside." "I should have apologized for walking out on you like I did a long time ago, but I'm doing it now. I'm sorry." I smiled at her. "Apology accepted." "I have always been attracted to guys who are very open and honest," Trish explained. "Guys who are soft-spoken and respectful. That describes you, Jeremy. Whether it be now, ten years ago or ten years into the future, I would notice you, and like you. I like you now." Her words made me smile. "Thank you." "Can I ask a favor of you, though?" "Nice way to butter me up for it..." Trish giggled at my playful accusation. "I know that Amy has a birthday coming up in a couple of days. She will be 31. I also know that you have something planned for her, like a surprise party. Kristanna was telling all of us about it earlier. It will be a surprise party for Amy. I hope I do not make you mad by asking, but ... can ... can I skip it?" "You want to skip Amy's birthday party? Why?" Trish was sulking again. "Lindsay will be there, and I know that she and Amy are going to be laughing and having a good time. It will just make me feel bad, Jeremy. I will think that Lindsay should be laughing with me. Not Amy." "You have to get over that girl," I reiterated. "You have four whole weeks left on the island with Lindsay. You will eat breakfast and dinner with her every single day. No matter what, you cannot avoid Lindsay, Trish." "Birthdays are different," she told me. "I just think Lindsay and Amy are going to be mega-happy on that day. I would really rather skip it, Jeremy. Please? It's not like anyone is going to miss me, or something. Lindsay wants nothing to do with me. Amy is going to be mad at me once she learns that I called her a horrible influence on Lindsay. I called her a bunch of other things, too. I bet Lindsay and Amy would probably like it if I wasn't there. No one else is going to miss me, either." "I would miss seeing you there, Trish." "Please let me skip it," she begged. "Please?" "Okay," I relented. "You can come down with a case of the phantom flu the day before. It has to be under one condition, though - you MUST stay in your room, and sell the fact that you are sick. It would look incredibly bad for you to skip Amy's birthday party in favor of ... going to the weight room. I don't care if there is friction between you and Amy or not. You have to stay in your room and act sick." "I can do that," she nodded. "Thank you, Jeremy. I know it is a strange request on my part, but I really appreciate it. I need some time to get over Lindsay." Trish frowned and continued, "I guess that we're not room-mates anymore, eh? Maybe I went about this whole thing the wrong way. Maybe I should have kept my feelings bottled up inside of me for a few more weeks. Not scared her off, I guess. But it would have been so hard. Lindsay is my ultimate dream girl." She shook her head and ended, "I've never felt this way about anyone in my whole, entire life. It's crazy." "Love can be crazy sometimes," I told her. "In a perfect world, you and Lindsay would love each other equally and live happily ever after. But the world is not perfect." Trish sighed. "Tell me about it." I smiled at her. "Would you be interested in playing a game of pinball with me here on one of the machines? Maybe one of the arcade games instead? Playstation 3 or X-Box? X-Box 360? Air hockey? Foosball? Your choice." "I LOVE to play air hockey - always have - but am not in a gaming sort of mood right now," Trish informed me. I nodded my head at her. "I understand." "I will be glad to take you up on that offer in a day or two," Trish frowned. "Right now, I think it's best that I go to my room and lay down ... get some sleep. I ... I just cannot believe that Lindsay does not want to be with me." "What about the slumber party?" Trish sighed again. "I'm sure that is where Lindsay is at right now. I don't need to be around her again tonight. I ... I ... I'm done ... for the evening. I'm just done." "There is no reason for you to spend the night all by yourself," I said. "Why don't you come to my suite and spend the night with me?" I quickly held up my hands, not wanting Trish to get the wrong idea about my offer. "I am not proposing or insinuating that anything should happen between us. We could stay awake for awhile and talk ... get to know each other better. You can even have my bed all to yourself. I'll sleep on the sofa. Sound good?" "Thanks, but no thanks." "I'm alone tonight, Trish. You're alone tonight. All of the others are keeping each other company at the party. Why should you and I have to be all alone tonight? Again, I am not suggesting that something should happen between us. It is the furthest thing from my mind. I just think that you need a friend right now. You could use some company." "I really appreciate your offer," Trish countered. "I really do, Jeremy. I just think that I would be better off by myself tonight. I wouldn't be good company for you. I need some time alone to sit back, and think." I knew something that would change her mind. "Game four of the Stanley Cup Finals is going on right now between the Chicago Blackhawks and Boston Bruins." Trish was quite the hockey fanatic. There was no way she could turn this down. "Why don't you come back to my room with me, and we can watch the game? Get some popcorn, have a good time." "Not tonight, Jeremy." Well, I was wrong. Apparently nothing would change her mind. I could not believe that Trish refused to watch her favorite sport with me. There was no absolutely point to try and convince her otherwise now. "Very well. I respect your wishes. I just want you to know, Trish, that I will always be here for you. That includes tonight if you change your mind. If you have any problems or feel like talking about something, I'll be here for you. I'm here for all of you. Always..." Trish smiled. "I know you are, Jeremy. I know you are." After she rose to her feet, Trish took a deep breath. "And I also know that you would not expect anything from me if I agreed to stay with you in your room tonight. You're not the type of guy to take advantage of someone like that. The idea never even remotely crossed my mind." "I'm glad you realize that about me," were my words. "I just wanted to help you. That is all." "Just don't tell me who won the game," Trish pleaded. "I will probably watch it tomorrow on demand." "Then I will wait to watch it until tomorrow, too. Hockey is no fun unless you're there to explain everything, Trish. I still don't get all the nuances of the sport." When I stood up as well, Trish stepped forward and gently encircled my body with both arms. She offered me a friendly embrace, which was topped off with a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for talking to me about Lindsay, and wanting to help," Trish cooed once our embrace had ended. Those pretty brown eyes were flickering as she smiled, "And thank you for telling me more about yourself, and your past." "April, you mean?" "Have you told anyone else on the island about her yet?" "Only Kristanna." "I meant what I said." "What was that?" Trish grinned. "I would have made you forget about April if we went to the same high school." Trish pressed her lips to my mouth and volunteered a deep, tongue-filled kiss. My insides tingling with a sudden rush of emotion and desire, Trish concluded the kiss by stepping back and smiling at me. "I think it's time that I lay down." Trish turned to walk away, but stopped and then glanced back over her shoulder at me. "I hope that you and I have the opportunity to spend more private time together like this in the future, Jeremy. I enjoyed talking with you." She waved her hand. "Bye..." With a pair of skintight spandex shorts adorning it, I literally drooled as I watched Trish's splendid, round ass jiggle and twitch as she strutted away from me. Realizing that I now had a hard, aching erection, I cleared my throat three times before finally managing to call out, "I hope that we can spend more time alone together, too." Then, in a voice too low for Trish to hear, I ended, "MUCH more..." ***End of Chapter 17*** Island Fever Ch. 18 Chapter 18: "Protect" ------------------------------ "Dat vas excellent! Good yob!" Kristanna said to Devon in that sultry, exotic accent of hers, as the two lovely ladies were seated across from each other in the front room of the estate. Meanwhile, I kept both my eyes and ears on them via the monitor here inside the voyeur room. "Ve vill try someding a bit different now, Devvy. Are yew ready?" "Yes," Devon nodded. "God dag," Kristanna spoke, in Norwegian. "Morn," Devon returned, using the same language. "Hvordan g r det?" "Bare bra, takk." Kristanna smiled. "Hva heter du?" "Jeg heter Devon [Last Name]." Kristanna raised an eyebrow. "Hvor gammel er du?" "Jeg er sytten." Kristanna laughed and patted Devon upon the shoulder. "Yew are progressing nicely with my language, but yew still have a lot more to learn, honey." Devon looked at Kristanna with a quizzical expression until she explained, "Ven I asked how old yew are, yew said sytten. Dat means 17." Devon giggled and brought a hand to her mouth. "Oh! I am still struggling with the numbers. Let me think ... was I supposed to say tjuesyv instead?" "Yew got it!" Kristanna grinned. "Tjuesyv translates to 27 in da English language. As I have told Jeremy many times in da past, da English is da INFERIOR language!" She laughed and continued, "But I guess yew were close by saying sytten. At least it ended vid a seven. I vill give yew a brownie point for dat." "I would prefer a kiss," Devon cooed. "Yew get dat, too," Kristanna nodded, quickly pressing her lips to Devon's mouth for a wondrous exchange of tongues. The pair of ladies kissed one another for a good 30 seconds, their tongues jousting together between their conjoined mouths. Just watching them together like this from the confines of my voyeur room was enough to give me a full-blown erection. I could watch Devon and Kristanna kiss each other all day long. It was a truly intoxicating sight for me. "Let me try saying someding to yew dat is out of our dialogue lesson," Kristanna mused, once their fervid kiss was finally broken. "Let us see if yew know vat it means. Hmmmmm ... here goes. Hvor mye er klokka? Devon hesitated, but then frowned and looked at Kristanna with empty eyes. "I have no idea what that means ... sorry." "I asked vat time it is," Kristanna informed her. "To be precise and specific, I asked Vat is da time?. Since it is 11 o'clock in da morning, Devvy, what yew could have said back to me vas Klokka er elleve om morgenen. Dat would be da same as saying It is 11 in da morning." "I'm having trouble with the placement of words in some sentences," Devon told her. "Sometimes, words seem like they belong at the end of a sentence, but actually are at the very beginning. Then, that same word could be at the end of another sentence, but really seems as if it belongs at the beginning. You know what I mean? Some words really seem out of place in some sentences ... if you can understand." "Dat is probably da most difficult and troubling aspect of da Norwegian language for beginners to learn," Kristanna said. "Once yew catch on, dough, it vill come pretty quick. Yew can trust me on dat. Da computer disk dat I gave yew vill help yew learn da language very rapidly, too. Yust keep learning from da program like yew have been da past few days." Although I enjoyed eavesdropping on the language lesson that Kristanna was giving to Devon, something else suddenly caught my eye here in the voyeur room. In one of the guest bedrooms, it appeared as if Lindsay and Amy were prepared to engage in yet another BDSM session. Very interested in what may transpire between them, I flipped the audio on for the suite and transferred the video feed to the big monitor in front of me. This looked most promising... Lindsay, who was dressed in a little G-string and bra, with a leather submissive collar (and an accompanying chain (leash)) secured around her throat, squealed as Amy offered her taut ass a hard swat and then pointed toward the other side of the room. Instead of waiting for her to follow orders, Amy simply grabbed the opposite end of the leash and literally dragged Lindsay across the room. "Owwwww!" Lindsay cried in discomfort, tugging at the leather collar around her neck. "That hurts!" "C'mon sweetie," Amy chirped once they reached the bed. "Why don't you get down on your knees?" Using the leash, Amy gave Lindsay a healthy tug downward. "Ouch!" the 18-year-old whined as she fell to her knees. "Ohhhhh..." Amy cooed in mock empathy, leaning over and gazing into her girlfriend's eyes. "Is that hurting you?" "Yeah..." she struggled out. "Oh Lindsay ... I don't want to hurt you." With that, Amy yanked on the leash harder than before. Lindsay grunted in response, naturally, before Amy took a seat on the very edge of the bed. Dressed in a bra and G-string herself, along with a pair of high-heels, Amy looked downright fabulous. She held onto the leash and pulled Lindsay, who was still on her knees, closer to her. The look in Amy's green eyes was wicked. "Do you know what you are gonna do for me first?" "What?" Lindsay panted. Amy brought a high-heeled foot up and rested it upon the suitcase laying on the floor beside Lindsay. "Oh ... I think you need to worship my feet." "Your ... feet?" Lindsay asked, her tone incredulous. "Yes, my beautiful feet," Amy confirmed. "Why don't you start off by kissing my toes?" The erection I received earlier while watching Devon and Kristanna kiss each other began to pulse within my shorts as Lindsay immediately complied with Amy's demand by leaning over and pressing her pink, lush lips to those toes. With her toes exposed even with the spiked high-heels on, Amy wiggled them about and smiled with devilish glee. "Oh, there you go," Amy encouraged her, as Lindsay's lips slid over and across the glossy red polish of her toenails. "Aren't my feet beautiful?" "Yes." "Uh huh ... that's it. Good answer." "Want me to keep going?" "Uh huh," Amy nodded. "You can keep doing that." Lindsay moved her lips from Amy's toes to the top half of her foot and began both kissing and sucking the flesh there. Amy, of course, seemed to enjoy this. "I like how that feels." Suddenly, however, Amy's mood changed. She gave the metal leash another hard tug and snapped, "I didn't tell you to start licking it!" Lindsay squealed in discomfort as Amy scolded her, "You wait for me to give you orders. Do you understand that?" "Yeah..." Lindsay murmured, again grabbing at her collar. It must have really been irritating around her neck. I am certain that Amy had it on her all snug and tight. "Take my shoe off," Amy demanded, extending her left leg. Lindsay placed both hands upon the black high-heel, but seemed to struggle with trying to get it off for the next five seconds. Needless to say, Amy grew very impatient. "Can't you do anything right?" Lindsay, who still had not gotten the shoe off, spoke back in a timid tone, "Your feet are sweaty." "What? WHAT?" Amy pulled rather harshly on the leash and brought Lindsay's head just inches from her body. She placed a hand upon Lindsay's chin and demanded, "What did you say?" "I said your feet are sweaty." "Oh, I don't think that is the correct attitude for you," Amy sniped, rising to her feet. She pulled Lindsay's chin upward, arching her neck in the process, and looked at her right in the eyes. "You know what? You need to watch your mouth." Amy grabbed a healthy handful of Lindsay's blonde hair and yanked her head to the side. "You little slut! Do you know what you do with your mouth? You do what I tell you to do with it. You don't SASS back to me. You understand?" "Yes," Lindsay struggled to say. "So you're gonna hold your tongue from now on?" Amy asked, grasping Lindsay by the jaw and squeezing harshly. "Yes." "Yes Mistress," Amy corrected her. "Yes Mistress," Lindsay conceded. Amy pushed Lindsay's head back and sat down. "Okay, slut. Now take my shoe off." This time, Lindsay had no problems at all as she unbuckled Amy's high-heeled shoe and tossed it elsewhere. She cupped the foot with both hands and began worshiping it again. "Yeah ... start kissing it," Amy grinned. Lindsay went from toe to toe until Amy said, "Start sucking now, too. Hmmmmm ... that feels good." Suddenly, four of Amy's five toes were jammed inside Lindsay's mouth. Amy tried to push her foot in even deeper, which caused Lindsay to momentarily gag. "Oh ... are you choking?" Amy exclaimed. "You choking?" Amy pulled her left foot from Lindsay's mouth and leaned down and looked at her menacingly. "Were you choking?" "Yes..." "Oh, too bad." Amy took a seat upon the bed and thrusted her foot right back into Lindsay's mouth. "Put my toes in your mouth," she directed her. "You're missing a toe ... get all of them in there." Lindsay seemed to gag again, but began sucking and licking Amy's foot once all five of her slender, pretty toes were deeply embedded within her mouth. "There you go," Amy smiled. "You are so lucky to be able to do that. You're so lucky to be able to kiss me on my beautiful feet. You know that?" Suddenly, Amy screamed in pain. "HEY!" She pulled her foot out of Lindsay's mouth and violently yanked on the leash. "YOU POPPY SLUT! Did you bite my toes? You ... you bit my toes?" "Yes," Lindsay answered, short of breath. "You did it on purpose?" "Yes." "You dumb, little whore!" Amy exclaimed, tackling Lindsay to the floor and pinning her shoulders there. "What are you thinking? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" Amy placed a hand to Lindsay's throat and warned her in a serious tone of voice, "I'm gonna teach you a good lesson!" ------- Moments later, I had my cock out and was busy stroking it in the open air with my right hand. Definitely, no one could deny the fact that I had ample cause to do just this. "Owwwww!" Lindsay pined, leaning over the edge of the bed, as a leather strap came crashing down upon her upturned ass. Amy, who was wielding the strap with her right hand, had quite the devious look upon her face as she offered Lindsay's tight, little ass another hard swat. "Does that hurt?" "Uh huh," Lindsay answered, her eyes clenched. "I need to teach you and your sassy mouth how to talk to me, and how to behave," Amy told her. "You need to learn your lesson. I won't stop whipping you until you do." Lindsay glanced back at Amy with a half-smile upon her face. "Give me what you got." "I will," Amy promised, as she peppered Lindsay's ass with a series of swift, unrelenting blows. "Oh, those hurt you ... didn't they? They hurt?" Grunting, Lindsay nodded her head in return. "Oh, you poor thing." Amy belted her ass again. "Is your ass stinging? Is it stinging?" "Not really," Lindsay replied, wanting to be defiant. "Not really?" Amy asked, surprised. She proceeded to blast Lindsay's ass even harder than before, which brought a loud, sharp squeal from the young, erstwhile teen-ager. Amy pelted her again, saying, "You like that, huh?" "Yeah..." "Good, I'll do it some more." Amy did just that, giving that sweet ass her own special brand of discipline, but soon grabbed Lindsay's leash and violently pulled her from the bed. "I got something even better in mind now," Amy said, taking a seat upon the edge of the bed and facing Lindsay. She slipped out of her sexy, black G-string and insisted, "Get down on your knees and lick my pussy." Amy placed both hands behind her upon the bed and used them for support as she reclined back and spread her lush, creamy thighs. Lindsay needed no further coaxing as she knelt downward and moved her mouth in close for a taste. Lindsay began to feast away upon Amy's pussy, which brought a great deal of pleasure to the feisty red-head. "You like that?" Amy asked, now reaching forward with her right hand and grasping the back of Lindsay's head. She jammed Lindsay's face in even tighter against her pussy and snapped, "Come on, do it better. Use your tongue more!" Amy placed both hands upon either side of Lindsay's face and pushed it away from the silken joining of her thighs. "Do you know how lucky you are to be able to lick my pussy?" "Uh huh," Lindsay nodded, her tongue swirling. "Look at you lick my pussy," Amy grinned, using her right hand to yank and pull on Lindsay's hair. "You lick pussy like a hungry, little whore. You ARE a little whore." Amy began to vibrate about with obvious pleasure. "Hmmmmm ... you nasty blonde slut. HMMMMM ... yeah!" Once Lindsay tore her face away from Amy's thighs and gasped several times in a row, the 30-year-old shot a hard, piercing gaze down at her. "Ohhhhh you poor thing ... are you out of breath?" "Uh huh," Lindsay stammered. "I don't care," Amy hissed, now using both hands as she jammed Lindsay's face upon her intoxicating muff. "You will keep licking my pussy until I tell you to stop." Lindsay made a series of hot, throaty growls as she did her best to satisfy Amy. But once the vixen made eye contact with her, Amy had a new idea in mind. "Take my bra off, Slutsay." Lindsay reached up with both hands and literally ripped Amy's silky, black bra from her chest. Now, Amy did not have any complaints as Lindsay took the initiative by attaching her lips to one of those plump, juicy nipples. She eagerly sucked and slurped away on it, which caused Amy to tilt her head back and sigh in utter pleasure. A lot of heavy breathing was coming from both ladies right now, too. "Yeah, get my nipple hard," Amy instructed her, before yanking Lindsay's head toward her opposite breast. "Now the other one. Get that nipple hard, too." Lindsay did what she was instructed to do, but soon Amy positioned her face between her thighs once more. "Lick my pussy again." Again, Lindsay was very eager to dive right into the delights of Amy's pussy. She extended her tongue and gave it a blistering series of long, quick swipes, which brought even more satisfaction to the domineering red-head. Soon, Lindsay added a finger to the mix and began to forcefully jam it in-and-out of Amy's pussy at a blinding rate of speed. Then, her tongue began to concentrate upon Amy's little nub of a clitoris. Still stroking, I was about to go out of my mind with voyeuristic passion. This was too much... "Don't that taste good?" Amy asked, as Lindsay was now stabbing her tongue in-and-out of those moist, swollen lips. "You better fuck me harder with that finger!" Amy demanded. "Come on ... fuck me harder with that finger! YEAH! Fuck my pussy. Fuck it harder!" Amy moaned out in pure desire and cooed, "Oh ... I have taught you well. I think you will be in for a BIG surprise today. A VERY big surprise! I know that you enjoy it, but you need to know your place." "I could lick your pussy all day long!" Lindsay squealed, her extended tongue a blur as it wielded its magic. "Each time you lick my pussy, you do it better than the last time!" Amy offered the leash another healthy tug and clamored, "You rancid whore. Have you been licking pussy again? A pussy other than mine?" "Ca-Camille," Lindsay moaned. "What have you been doing with Camille?" "I had sex with her two nights ago on the boat ride from Lima," Lindsay managed to say, again appearing uncomfortable because Amy was pulling on the leash. "She woke up and went for a walk on the boat past midnight. I was playing video games but when I saw her, I knew that I wanted to have sex with her. She wanted to have sex with m-me, too. Camille did me so good ... and hard. I loved it..." "Whore! Bitch! Slut!" Amy seemed to explode in a rage of sexual anger as she grabbed Lindsay by the face and gave her a nasty shove. Lindsay nearly toppled over onto her side, but looked up at Amy with an expectant leer in her blue eyes. Obviously, Lindsay enjoyed this rough treatment... "Who else have you been FUCKING around with?" "I want to be with Jeremy again," Lindsay said, which sent a definite shiver down my spine. "It's been a week or so since I was last with him ... that is much too long." "You want his cock in your mouth, don't you? "Yes." "Little cocksucking slut!" Amy exclaimed, before a hint of disdain flashed across her otherwise lovely face. "You belong to me, now. If you want to suck his cock, maybe it is time that you start getting PERMISSION from me first. Do you understand that, Slutsay?" "I'll suck Jeremy's cock if I want to," she responded, again being defiant. "Is that so?" Amy snapped, staying in her Dominatrix mode. "You little, sassy slut. All you want to do is talk back to me, but you're going to regret it in the end. Yes, you will regret it." The sweet and precocious 18-year-old, for some odd reason, seemed upset with Amy, who nonetheless had another order in mind for her. "Do something constructive with that sassy mouth of yours for a change." Amy stood up and turned around, then reached back with both hands and smashed Lindsay's face between her asscheeks. "Lick it." "Lick it?" Lindsay asked, a squeamish look upon her face. "DO IT!" An instant later - as if on impluse - Lindsay was slurping away at Amy's tight, puckered anus with her soft, velvety tongue. Amy leaned all the way over at the waist and jutted her shapely ass in Lindsay's face to give her a better angle. At the same time, Lindsay re-inserted her finger into Amy's pussy and began thrusting away in quite the feverish manner. "Yeah ... fuck my pussy and lick my ass! Fuck my pussy and lick my ass!" Soon, Amy's cries and screams were so loud that they seemingly raised the roof off of the guest bedroom. "You like licking my ass, don't you? DON'T YOU? Yeah ... that's it. Lick it. Lick it like a lollipop!" When Amy clutched her own breasts with both hands and arched her back, I could tell that she was extremely close to having an orgasm. Obviously, Lindsay sensed this as well. Her probing tongue was joined by a trio of fingers. She was going to finish Amy off by thrusting them into her ass. "OH YEAH ... OH GOD YOU SLUT!" Amy whined. "OH GOD ... THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHHHH ... FUCK! SO FUCKING GOOD!" Amy thrusted her ass even harder upon Lindsay's face as the orgasmic juices simply flowed from deep within her hot, swollen pussy as she cried and screeched out in her release. Lindsay lapped all of it up, eagerly sucking and swallowing down that sweet, scrumptious nectar. Amy turned around and eyed Lindsay, who, of course, was still in full submissive mode - on her knees with both hands clasped together behind her back. "Do you like it when Jeremy takes that big cock of his and fucks you with it?" Lindsay simply nodded in response. "I got what you need, then," Amy said, reaching back with her left hand and pulling a gigantic strap-on dildo out from underneath one of the pillows. Lindsay's pretty eyes seemed to flash with pure arousal as Amy dangled the crude object in front of her. "This is what you need! Get on the bed, and get on your back! That's where a slut like you belongs!" Again - like a good submissive - Lindsay did what she was told. She promptly climbed up and onto the bed, then rolled over onto her back. After disposing of her own G-string, the nubile, young blonde spread her legs wide in anticipation. Amy, meanwhile, stood up and secured the massive dong around her waist by buckling its straps into place. When she was ready, Amy stepped forward and nudged the dildo's big, black head upon the entrance to Lindsay's pretty, little pussy. "This is what you need," Amy said, as she then inserted the nasty object between Lindsay's waiting, willing folds. "I don't really care if you like this or not, Slutsay. The only thing that matters is what I like. And ... let me tell you, I LOVE to corrupt sassy, little BRATS like you." Lindsay began to wail and moan out her own hot passion as Amy soon mounted her in the missionary position. Then, in a torrid flash, Amy's hips were thrusting away like mad, humping and pumping Lindsay's pussy with excessive force. Island Fever Ch. 18 "Jeremy hasn't had his cock in your pussy in a week?" Amy growled. "Am I right, SLUT?" "Yes..." Lindsay moaned, her voice strained. "YES MISTRESS!" Amy corrected her, screaming. "Yes, Mistress..." "Oh, so it's been awhile since you had a cock inside of you." Amy began pounding her even harder than before with the huge strap-on dildo. She soon caught a rythym and teased her, "You're not used to taking a cock this big, are you? 15 inches! Is your little pussy full? Is it stuffed?" "Uh huh..." "You better get used to that big, black cock!" Amy said to Lindsay, her voice loud and wildly intense. Still going at her full-throttle with the black dildo, Amy told Lindsay, "When we get back home to Ohio, I am going to GIVE you to all FIVE of my black boyfriends! OH ... they will LOVE to have a 'lil, 18-year-old blonde girl as their new, personal slave!" Lindsay did not offer any sort of response to that bit of information. She simply continued to cry and scream out her wild arousal as Amy pulverized her pussy with the strap-on. "You will have so many black cocks inside your body at once that if they were sticking out, you would look like a porcupine!" Amy added, the expression upon her face becoming more sinister by the second - if that was even possible. "All five of those guys will fuck you at once over and over again! I am sure they will invite more friends to use you, too!" Amy reached down and slapped one of Lindsay's pert, bra-clad breasts with an open hand. "Oh ... I am going to see to it that you are well-fucked for the rest of your life!" Amy slapped Lindsay's other breast and promised, "I will introduce you to a life in Cincinnati that you never even knew existed! Oh ... you will make a fine slave! Going to make some money off of you, too..." Amy placed both hands upon Lindsay's waist and really started to brutalize her in the missionary position. Her hips were a wild blur as she hammered away at Lindsay with all of the furor that her slender frame could produce. At the same time, Amy's luscious, 36d-sized breasts flopped and bounced about with every wild thrust she made. Amy was hammering Lindsay so hard, in fact, that I seriously feared that the young woman may get injured somehow in the melee. Could Amy rip that sweet, tender pussy right in half? "OH FUCK YES!" Lindsay erupted all at once, using the type of language that certainly did not seem to befit a future church minister. "OH FUCK! FUCK ME WITH IT! HMMMMM YEAH! YESSSSS! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG THING! OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH FUCK ... I AM ABOUT TO CUM! FUUUUUCK!" Amy continued pounding away as she used both hands to viciously cup and squeeze Lindsay's breasts through the bra that she still had on. Once Amy started slapping those breasts again, it really seemed to set Lindsay off. "DON'T YOU STOP FUCKING ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! OH DEAR LORD ... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!" Lindsay shook her head from side-to-side in a wild, uncontrolled manner and roared, "I'M GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM! CUMMING!" Lindsay reached up with both hands and latched onto Amy's shoulders, then screamed out at the very top of her lungs as a fierce, violent orgasm overtook her body all at once. The fever pitch here was so incredibly high that it seemed as if Lindsay's body and soul was going to just ignite at any given second. Fortunately, that did not happen. Instead, once the orgasmic wave had passed and gone, Lindsay collapsed to the mattress beneath her in an exhausted, well-used heap. A little disturbed to say the least, I flipped the live video feed and its accompanying sound off. I needed to get out of the voyeur room for awhile and collect my senses... ------- The western side of the island included a crescent-shaped beach of white sands that led to azure waters all framed by graceful palm trees. Its long curve of sand was protected by a barrier reef, which made the water ideal for swimming and snorkeling. The setting was very beautiful, indeed, and it should be noted that this particular beach was one of my favorite locations of all on the whole island. Seated around a warm, soothing fire on the west beach as twilight approached on this Thursday evening, all seven of the ladies and I were finishing up a grill-out dinner which consisted of skinless bratwursts and mettwursts, regular hot dogs, boneless rib eye steaks and sockeye salmon fillets. The sky was a brilliant, tropical shade of orange, with thin clouds scattered here and there, as the sun slowly but surely made its nightly descent into the horizon. The sound of the waves gently lapping the shoreline was so tranquil and relaxing that one could easily fall asleep here. Everyone was laughing and having a good time as we sunk our teeth into the scrumptious meal. Everyone, that is, with the exception of Trish. It was obvious that Trish was still feeling the after-effects of Lindsay having dumped her yesterday. Trish was deflated, depressed and very subdued, and did not say much of anything while everyone else chatted up a storm. Trish was also well aware of all of the time her beloved Lindsay had spent with Amy as of late. She knew of the nasty things they had recently done together, too. It seemed criminal to me that a woman who was not only as beautiful as Trish, but also so sweet and kind-hearted, was feeling this cold and lonely right now. A women this sultry and desirable was simply not supposed to be feeling this way. Alas, Trish was, and for the first time since the ladies had arrived on the island, I felt powerless to do anything about it. I had so much empathy and sorrow for her. Was there really anything that I could do? Certainly, I could not go up to Lindsay demand that she stop spending so much time with Amy, and focus all of attention upon Trish. Lindsay and Amy came from the same general area (Cincinnati) and had a few things in common - most notably their love for harsh, physical sex. If it was something the two ladies agreed upon and continued to want to experiment with - which was clearly the case - who was I to intervene? Everyone on the island was well aware of the fact that Trish was in love with Lindsay, and wanted to devote her entire life to her. Trish was at the point in her life - at the age of 30 - where she wanted to settle down and enter into a life-long relationship and commitment. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Lindsay. She simply wanted to dabble and enjoy her sex to the fullest, without any real emotional attachment involved. Thus, enter Amy - who seemed perfect to give Lindsay what she wanted. Amy was a self-admitted nymphomaniac whose passion knew no boundaries. In that sense, at least, Amy was an ideal match for Lindsay. Lindsay had opted to give Trish the cold shoulder during our grill-out dinner at the beach. Lindsay did not even offer Trish a single look during the entire two hour picnic. That was very disheartening to me. Thus, Trish was continually subjected to the sight of the love of her life - Lindsay - laughing and hamming it up with Amy. I have been in that position before - as many people have - and I can attest that it is not a very good feeling. It must have tore Trish apart inside to witness Lindsay be so happy and jovial with Amy, as well as the rest of us at the beach, while at the same time, completely and totally shutting her out. Several times, it appeared as if Trish was so hurt by this treatment that she was going to cry. At one point, Kristanna grabbed Trish by the hand and guided her toward a secluded corner of the beach. They were much too far away for me to listen in on their discussion, but I could tell by their body language and facial reactions that Kristanna was doing her best to cheer Trish up. I felt like getting up and walking over to them and joining the conversation, but held back and stayed put. Kristanna was more than capable enough of giving Trish a good pep talk. Still, I wanted to join them and offer whatever I could. It seemed as if Trish could use a friendly, reassuring hug in the worst way possible. Eventually, she got one from Kristanna. I was very happy for that. It was pitch-dark outside when the collection of women finally decided that it was time to go back to the mansion, and retire for the evening. All of the ladies, with the exception of Kristanna, made the return walk to the estate as a group. I frowned as Pamela placed an arm around Trish, who simply let out an agitated sigh in response. Trish was feeling miserable, as Lindsay laughed and squealed while riding Amy piggy-back. It was obvious that Trish wanted to give Lindsay that ride - among many other things. Kristanna decided to stay with me as I gathered the paper plates and plastic utensils everyone had used during our dinner meal, and placed them into a trash bag. "Vat a beautiful sight," Kristanna remarked, motioning toward the rippling ocean, which was drenched in moonlight. The white tips of the moonlight upon the water was quite a majestic sight, indeed. "I could stay out here all night." "That can be arranged, sweetheart," I told her, smiling. "We could put up a tent and sleep out here tonight if you want. We don't even need a tent, if you'd prefer. I could grab some sleeping bags from the storage shed." "Ve only need one sleeping bag, Jeremy," she corrected me, her voice laced with a mixture of eroticism and playfulness. Kristanna then took a very deep breath and sighed, her mood quite somber that quickly. "Ve need to talk about little Lindsay and her newfound adventures, Jeremy." "Okay..." Suffice it to say, but I was caught a little off-guard with those words and the tone of her voice. It was not very often when Kristanna turned all deadpan and serious. The 23-year-old moved around to the front of me and looked at me square in the eyes. "I have changed my dought process on vat has been going on as of late betveen Lindsay and Amy." "Oh? How so?" Kristanna sighed again. "Yew and I agreed very early in da year dat ve vould not get involved vid anyding da girls did as long as it vas 100 percent consensual and, of course, it did not break any laws. But I have changed my opinion." "In what way?" "I vatched vat Amy did to Lindsay earlier today in da voyeur room," she informed me. "I know dat yew vatched it too, Jeremy. Myself, I have been known to dabble and play in bondage in da past, vid a few old girlfriends. Alvays da top, I have some experience in it. Not a lot, but some. But vat I saw today vas quite ... disturbing." I nodded at her. "I cannot argue with that." "Yew need to step in and stop Amy," Kristanna said to me. "I do not care about da rules or vat we agreed upon back in Yanuary. Dis is yewr island, Jeremy - yewr home - and vat yew say goes. Yew need to protect Lindsay. I do not care if she is in agreement vid everyding dat Amy does to her or not. Yew need to step in and put an end to dis right now." "Put an end to it?" "Amy does not care about Lindsay," Kristanna insisted. "She does not care about her one bit." "I disagree," I countered. "I think she does care." "No," Kristanna said, holding steadfast. "Amy is doing nudding good for Lindsay. All she is doing is trying to corrupt her. Lindsay may not realize it but in da long run all of dis is going to affect her, and ultimately hurt her. Yew need to step in, Jeremy, and protect Lindsay. Even if it means protecting her from herself." "Early in da veek, Lindsay sits down vid yew and tells yew of her goals and aspirations in life. She is da daughter of a minister and vants to follow in his footsteps and become a minister herself. She shows yew a scrapbook of pictures of her and her entire family. Vat do yew dink her momma vould dink if she knew vat Lindsay vas involved in right now on da island? Vat do yew dink her papa is dinking as he looks down from Heaven? He is cringing at vat Amy has done to Lindsay dis veek, and all da dings she vill do in future. Yew need to put an end to dis, Jeremy." "Yew need to step in and protect Lindsay," Kristanna forged on. "Dis is not voo she is. I dink da island has affected her in many different vays. Some good, some bad. Yew do not go from 18-year-old virgin to a full-fledged submissive voo begs and craves pain in such a short period of time. It is not logical at all." Now exasperated, I held both hands out and shrugged my shoulders at her. "How am I supposed to protect Lindsay?" "Da poor girl is confused beyond any and all reason. Yew see dat, right Jeremy? Being on da island has changed her in so many different vays. Her body is like a lightning rod. It has responded to all da dings dat have been done her over da past two-and-a-half veeks. It has responded to vat Amy has done ... vat yew have done, Jeremy, vat I have done. It has responded to vat EVERYONE has done to her. It is all probably mind-numbing to her and very confusing." "But it is not voo Lindsay really is," Kristanna added. "Nor is it voo she ultimately vants to become. Yew cannot let Lindsay veer from dat route. Yew need to get her back on track. Yew need to protect her." "How?" I asked again. "By putting an end to all da kinky dings dat she and Amy do togedder," Kristanna said. "I do not know how, but yew need to stop it, Jeremy. Yew need to stop dem. Yew need to sit down vid Lindsay and explain to her dat dis route in life is not good for her. Amy does not care about her. All of dis is for Amy's evil, wicked pleasure; it is doing nudding to promote or furder Lindsay as a person." "All dat vill happen is dat Lindsay vill find herself in a situation ten years from now, and she vill regret how it all started. Instead of being a leader in da church and da community, Lindsay vill find herself in bondage and chains, vid no way out. A shame to her family. Definitely a shame to her papa. And a shame to herself." Kristanna paused and added, "And she vill dink back to how it all started - on YEWR island, Jeremy, vid YEW and Amy, and da rest of us. I do not vant to see a girl vid such good intentions in life - wanting to help udders and be a community leader - fall by da vayside so Amy can get her rocks and yollies off." "Do yew vant Lindsay to slip into da abyss like Pamela did ven she began stripping 11 years ago? Pamela regrets dat decision every day. Not a day goes by vare she does not regret it. Da route she take in life back den changed her so much. And until now, Pamela has had no vay out. Yew are Pamela's only hope for salvation, Jeremy. Yew are her only vay out. In many vays, yew are Lindsay's only hope, too. Yew are only one among us dat she vill listen to." "Lindsay and Amy act quite normal when they are around each other for the most part," I offered, finally getting the opportunity to speak. "Did you see them earlier at the grill-out dinner, Krissy? They were laughing and talking with the others; having a good time and blending in nicely. Just like two normal people. It is just when you put them behind closed doors the past couple of days, things change. How can you say it will be this way long-term?" "Dis is how it starts," Kristanna suggested. "Amy has a grand plan; a scheme, for Lindsay. Yew hear her earlier in da voyeur room? Amy says she going to give Lindsay to her boyfriends back in Ohio once dey return home. She going to SELL her. Do yew vant dat to happen, Jeremy? Dat is vat Amy vill do. Amy vill hand Lindsay over to her group of dominant boyfriends in order to make dem happy because in all honesty, Amy is a submissive herself. Dose boyfriends vill not treat Lindsay like a submissive behind closed doors. Dey vill treat her dat vay 24 hours a day, seven days a veek. Dey vill not care. And ten years from now, Lindsay vill be yust like Amy is right now. She vill be completely lost in life and have no self-esteem." Kristanna took a deep breath and concluded, "Most of all, Lindsay vill vonder vare her life vent and she vill be incredibly lonely - yust like Amy." "Do yew vant to be responsible for dat?" Kristanna asked. "I go back to vat I told yew earlier. Yew brought all of da girls here, Jeremy - me included. Yew may vant to keep yewr distance from us ven it comes to certain dings, but ulimately yew are responsible for us. And ven it comes time, yew have to PROTECT us. Yew have to protect Lindsay from Amy. Yew have to protect Lindsay from herself, even. Do not let dis happen to her. Please, for da love of God ... talk to her." "Okay," I finally relented, nodding my head for emphasis. "I will talk to her." I was lost in thought for a moment, but then volunteered, "I agree with what you said, too. Amy saying she was going to give Lindsay to her collection of boyfriends back in Cincinnati - that was wrong." "It vas awful!" Kristanna gasped. "I am not quite sure how I will approach the discussion, but I will talk to her in the next day or two," I promised. ------- Since Louisa, the elderly housekeeper here on the island, was feeling ill yet again the following morning, I decided to give her the day off. I wanted her to rest up and feel better. Thus, Devon was gracious enough to volunteer to help me in preparing everyone pancakes and biscuits for breakfast. Kristanna was going to assist us as well, until she suggested that we have kebab - whatever that was - for breakfast. That was a definite sign of trouble. Devon and I quickly agreed that we simply could not allow Kristanna to run wild in the kitchen, so we told her that we would take care of breakfast ourselves. Because of her very unique and exotic appetite (fish pudding, anyone?), I was certain that Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Camille would scoff at the mere idea of Kristanna's Norwegian recipe for breakfast. Since Kristanna had never met a fish that she did not like, it would not have surprised me if her idea of a hearty breakfast was a salmon/egg/hash brown combo sandwich. As Devon and yours truly finished up the first batch of pancakes on this breezy Friday morning, Kristanna grabbed a butter knife and raised it to my head. Smiling (and being her crazy self), Kristanna then made fake slasher motions toward me with the knife and let out a little scream. Devon looked on and giggled, shaking her head. "Will you take this up to Louisa's room?" was my request for Kristanna, as I presented her with a plate of pancakes and biscuits. I snatched the butter knife from Kristanna, then smiled at her in mock disgust. "Louisa will also want some maple syrup. Take her some milk, too." Kristanna offered me a military salute. "Yes sir!" "Give Louisa a kiss, and tell her that I hope she feels better," Devon grinned. "Give Louisa a kiss?" Kristanna countered. "Discounting da fact dat Louisa is a very old woman - 76 years of age - if I kiss her, I might catch whatever cold or flu she has!" "Exactly!" Devon squealed, nodding. "Give her a kiss!" Kristanna held up a playful fist and waved it about in front of Devon's face. "Yew gonna get it, girl," she warned, before giggling and strolling off with the breakfast plate, maple syrup and a glass of milk. Now shaking my head at her with a grin, I kept an eye on Kristanna until she disappeared around the corner. That woman was so incredibly jovial and outgoing. She was a bright ray of eternal sunshine, no matter the situation. As I then prepared to fire up the next batch of pancakes, Devon wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned upward, kissing me flush on the lips. "Hi Jeremy." "Hi Devon," I grinned, unprepared for her aggression. Her arms still secured around my neck, Devon volunteered a charming smile of her own. "Trish belongs to me today. Is it okay if we take your Jeep?" My eyes went wide at those words as Devon explained, "I was thinking of having a picnic with her in the woods, then going to the west beach." "Take my Jeep?" I asked, feigning concern. "You know, dear, that NO ONE touches my Jeep except for ME." I laughed at my own serious tone and then added, "Sure, you and Trish can use the Jeep. Just take good care of it." Island Fever Ch. 18 "I know how much you love that old Wrangler of yours," Devon nodded. "Don't worry. It's in good hands with me." "Actually, I was thinking of asking Trish if she would like to go scuba diving with me again today," I remembered. "Trish had such a great time with me when I took her diving the first time about a week-and-a-half ago. I was also going to ask Pamela and Kristanna if they wanted to tag along, too. Pamela has made mention to me that although she has never been diving in the past, she would love to give it a try. The four of us could have a lot of fun together." Devon nodded her head in approval. "Awesome! I know that Krissy really loves to go diving with you. She was telling me how much she loves it just a couple of nights ago. I can have my picnic with Trish some other time." "Good," I smiled. "I already know that Kristanna will not turn me down. Neither will Trish. Both are them are very experienced divers who love the ocean and what it has to offer. Pamela has been chomping at the bit to go diving. Hopefully, all of this will take Lindsay off of Trish's mind for a little while and make her feel a lot better." "Hopefully," Devon agreed. "That is why I wanted to take her on the picnic in your Jeep. Trish is my friend. I know that Lindsay shooting her down really hurt her. Trish will definitely be happy when you offer to take her diving. She still goes on and on about her first dive with you, too." "I just want to cheer her up," were my words. "Trish was so sad and depressed yesterday - like her light had gone out. She even refused to watch the hockey replay with me again." "Trish is obsessed with hockey," Devon noted. "If Trish is turning down the opportunity to watch the championship series for hockey, you know the poor thing is feeling bad. She wears that big hockey jersey of hers almost every single night." Devon pouted and sighed. "I just don't think that Amy is the right alternative for Lindsay." "I'm not sure anyone but Lindsay and Amy think that way." "Camille does," Devon corrected me. "Camille says she is going to get involved in their play too ... going to enact some sexual revenge on Lindsay for denying her for so long." I closed my eyes in exasperation and growled inwardly at the prospects. I did not need to hear that. Nor did I want to. Kristanna was right. I had to put an end to this situation quickly. Amy and Camille would ruin Lindsay. Moments later, Kristanna strolled back into the kitchen. "Ah-chooooo..." she chirped, grinning, tilting her head from side-to-side. "Ah-chooooo. Louisa gave me the flu." I shook my own head and chuckled at her (highly) exaggerated sneezing fit. "Ah-chooooo..." "How is Louisa?" Devon asked. "Seriously?" Kristanna frowned and answered, "Not good. It not be a good sign ven it be 80 degrees out and yew are in bed vid tree heavy blankets vrapped around yew ... and still cold. Especially at her age." I winced at those words. "Do you think I should take her to the doctor in Peru? It could be something serious." "Vait a vile," Kristanna suggested. "At least a day. If she is not feeling better tomorrow, take her den. I know dat Louisa is older and all, but even she herself insists that she does not vant to go to da doctor. She has been badly flu-ridden several times in da past here, Jeremy. But she has always gotten over it on her own, ya." "Very well, then," I conceded. "But if Louisa is not feeling better tomorrow, I am taking her to the hospital in Lima. Or, at the very least, I will bring a doctor here. In fact, I may do that later this afternoon if she does not show any improvement. I want her well. There is no need to take any chances ... especially, as you say, at her age." ------- After breakfast reached its conclusion and the girls started to drift off to embark on their day's activities, I conferred with Kristanna, and we then asked Pamela and Trish if they would like to go scuba diving with us. The answer from both ladies was a bold and resounding yes, of course, so I sent Pamela off with Trish and Kristanna to get ready and change into the necessary gear. Once I finished the morning dishes, I promised the trio, I would meet up with them at the dock and our aquatic adventure would begin. Ever since I took Trish diving early last week, Pamela had been literally begging me to take her underwater as well, saying it was something she had always wanted to do but, up until now, had never been presented with the opportunity. I was more than happy to grant her request, although there were a few concerns from my end in doing so. I had to remind Pamela that she was a beginner. I was in no way a dive instructor nor would I ever pretend to be one. Thus, I would only allow Pamela to travel no deeper than 30 feet underneath the surface of the water. Trish then made mention of the sunken ship no more than 10 minutes off the coast of the island that she and I had explored last week. From the information I had gathered, the ship was reported missing in 1944 and not discovered until 1976. I first came across it seven years ago on a routine dive with my brother. Of course, a curious Pamela immediately claimed that she wanted to investigate that sunken ship. I told her that it was 124 feet deep, which was too far for a novice diver. I then explained to Pamela that Trish was a certified diver with lots of experience and know-how. It had not been an issue or a concern for me to take her that deep into the water last week. The same could be said for Kristanna as well. Kristanna had even more diving experience than I did. Pamela was not angry, but she was definitely disappointed when I refused to take her to that ship. She simply did not understand why I would not allow her to go any further than 30 feet deep. Finally, I was able to explain to her that it was for her own safety. I wanted to minimize the risk of Pamela contracting any of the illnesses that were common with novice divers (such as decompression sickness (the bends)). There were plenty of other risk factors to concern myself with pertaining to her as well. Fortunately, Pamela relented and was glad that I agreed to take her underwater at all. The three of us offered Pamela a crash course in scuba diving while helping her get ready for the big plunge. I was content to allow Trish and Kristanna to explore and roam on their own within the depths as long as they stayed together. I knew that I would have to keep a close and watchful eye on Pamela, though, for her safety and well-being. ------- With a short jump from the big boat, I splashed down and joined Pamela, Trish and Kristanna in the water. After some routine adjustments, a few hand and body signals, and the hiss of air being released from our respective oxygen tanks, the four of us slipped beneath the surface of the water. It is virtually impossible to express in words the three dimensional freedom one receives from diving. Unfettered by gravity, it is the closest thing to unaided flight that any human being could ever possibly experience. It is always something special when I first slide beneath the waves during each new dive. There is a tranquility and serenity that overwhelms the senses and drives all thoughts away, leaving only the moment and awareness of each breath. Sounds of the world are muted and motion is reduced to the pace of thick molasses. More often than not, that initial descent is the favorite part for me. It is truly a moment of magical doors being opened and genies being unleashed. There is nothing that can even remotely compare to it. The sandy bottom started shallow but quickly plummeted more than 3,000 feet into a submarine canyon that was very reminiscent of Monterey Bay. This canyon attracted big, open-water pelagics such as tuna, dorados, mantas and green sea turtles. Today, however, I was most interested in the schools of fish surrounding us. Sturgeonfish, yellowtail snapper, Mexican goatfish and mullets loitered in the chasm and were easily approached for portraits. We also came into close contact with a variety of brown and yellow seahorses, purple frogfish and several varieties of vivid nudibranchs. The haunting sounds of singing humpbacks, plying their Pacific tunes, were loud and clear throughout the dive. In the past, I have watched a few of these massive leviathans venture into the aforementioned canyon. Because of her inexperience when it came to scuba diving, I made Pamela promise me before we entered the water that she would try to keep a tight grip on my forearm or shoulder at all times. As noted earlier, I did not need to worry about Trish or Kristanna, of course, since they were both certified divers with a plethora of experience. My only priority during this expedition was Pamela's safety. She made good on her promise, too. Not only did Pamela keep her right arm curled around my left for 90 percent of the dive, but her hand was clamped all nice and tight onto mine as well. Pamela and I were leisurely floating in the shallow depths, watching Trish and Kristanna about 30 feet away from us, as they got up-close and personal with a school of triggerfish. Several of them were feeding on large zooplankton and algae. Trish snapped photographs of them with an underwater camera. As Pamela and I hovered above a large formation of rocks, I noticed a colorful, six-inch crustacean otherwise known as the praying mantis shrimp. The creature, brought to a sudden halt by our unwelcome intrusion, raised its green thorax and blue head, wiggled orange antennae and independently big, round lavender eyes in our direction. After bobbing nervously a time or two, the regal animal whirled about and with a fluttering skirt of red and blue was off, quickly disappearing into the rock-lined burrow below. One occasion which I will definitely never forget for the rest of my life was when a very large group of cow-nose rays literally appeared out of nowhere and headed straight for Trish and Kristanna. They looked like a huge squadron of alien spaceships descending toward the two ladies from parts unknown. These docile stingrays went right through and past Trish and Kristanna as they looked on in sheer astonishment. Then, just as quickly, the cow-nose rays disappeared. It was quite a memorable experience, but much too short-lived. It was at this point in time when I sensed a large shadow over the top of my shoulder. I turned and was delighted to find a juvenile whale shark, probably 15 feet or so in length, innocently gazing at the little bubble-blowing creatures who were visiting its home from the surface. When an excited Kristanna got her first glimpse of the shark, she quickly motioned for Trish to turn and look at it as well. The three of us felt absolutely no threat from the little giant, as whale sharks were known to be quite passive toward humans. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Pamela. Once the shark slowly swam over top of us, Pamela looked up and noticed it for the first time, and promptly went into a panicked frenzy, violently tugging at my arm and screaming at me through her regulator. She was scared beyond any and all reason, and truly, had every right to be. For all Pamela knew, the shark, which was three times her length, could have been a great white with an empty spot in its stomach. Pamela was still frantic, almost to the point of crying, when I latched onto her shoulders with both hands and stared into her eyes. I did my best to calm her fears through both my expression and silent, unspoken words such as it's okay, it's harmless and settle down. It took some doing, but I was finally able to get through to Pamela. It also helped that the shark harmlessly floated away and eventually vanished into the great distance. The tears on Pamela's face, however, combined with the fact that she appeared to be hyperventilating, indicated to me that it was time to get her out of the water as quickly as possible. When I pointed toward the surface, Pamela offered me no resistance whatsoever as I held onto her with both hands and began the ascent. Relieved once we had surfaced, Pamela spit out her regulator and ripped off her mask only to be cruelly pummeled across the face by a heavy wave. Disoriented, she choked on the seawater and slipped back below the surface as if an unseen force had pulled her down. Witnessing this happen, before my very eyes, was the single most frightening moment of my entire life. I had to act fast. Pamela was frantically kicking her legs, her arms flailing, all the while being slowly pulled into the depths by the mild current. Without a mask or regulator, Pamela only had a couple of seconds before something catastrophic would occur. With all of my equipment still on, I quickly went after and retrieved Pamela. I jammed an emergency air source into her mouth and activated it, then pulled her to the surface of the water with me yet again. Now holding onto her for dear life and making sure her head stayed above water, I escorted Pamela over to the boat. Somehow having already lost the backup air source, Pamela choked and gasped for breath. I made her climb the ladder first, and quickly joined her on the boat. Pamela promptly fell to her hands and knees before me, coughing like crazy, the water still in her lungs. I should also point out that, at this particular moment in time, I was extremely angry at myself. How could I have allowed Pamela to be in such grave danger? It was my job to protect and shield her from any jeopardy. Undoubtedly, I had failed in that regard. I was very mad about that. Luckily, Pamela's extreme coughing and choking fit finally seemed to taper off. I reached down and helped remove the heavy, cumbersome oxygen tank from her back and shoulders, hoping it would make her feel more comfortable and at ease. I also dropped to one knee and smacked her back a few times, wanting to get any excess water out of her lungs. "What happened?" came Trish's voice from behind us, as Pamela was still doubled over upon the deck of the boat. I turned and saw both Trish and Kristanna still in the water, their masks off, looking up at us. "Dat shark vas harmless," Kristanna said to Pamela. "It was a young vale shark. Vale sharks do not hurt humans." "It could have been Jaws for all Pamela knew," Trish said to Kristanna, echoing my thoughts from earlier. "She is not as well-versed in marine life as we are, remember." "Are yew okay?" Kristanna asked Pamela, concerned. Still somewhat short of breath, Pamela shook her head in response and managed to say, "I ... I ... I almost drowned." "Oh my God!" Trish exclaimed, paddling closer to the boat. "Vat happened?" Kristanna gasped. "A wave pulled me underwater after I took my mask off," Pamela added, her eyes bleary, as she glanced at Trish and Kristanna. "I thought ... I thought I was going to ... die. I don't know..." Pamela shook her head quite vigorously, as if to clear the mental cobwebs. She coughed several times in succession and then concluded, "Jeremy ... Jeremy ... Jeremy saved ... my life." She glanced back over her shoulder at me, her face a wreck from the ordeal. "Th-Thank you..." I ... I did what? It did not dawn on me until Pamela spoke those words that indeed, I could have very well saved her life. In fact, I did. The wave which smacked Pamela in the face packed quite a wallop, and she had obviously been running out of breath (and time) while struggling beneath the water's surface. Despite that, I certainly did not feel like a hero. I was still angry at myself because Pamela had been in such a life-threatening situation in the first place. That was my fault. I should have prepared her better for the possibility of coming across a shark or a potentially dangerous creature. I should have also warned her of the significance of keeping all of her scuba equipment on until I said otherwise. "The dive is over," I announced, my left hand resting upon Pamela's shoulder. I patted her there several times and said, "Settle down, dear ... everything is done with. You're safe." My voice turned more authoritative when I added, "You should never take your mask or regulator off when first reaching the surface after a dive until you look around." "I have been taken under da vater by unexpected waves many times ven I first come up," Kristanna chimed in. "Yew vant to see da surroundings and be prepared for dem before taking any of yewr equipment off. It be rule number one, ya." "I ... I'm sorry, Jeremy..." Pamela shrieked, still hunched over upon her hands and knees. Then, she moved upright and slid both of her arms around my neck and shoulders. The young woman from Baltimore buried her face against my chest, still visibly shuddering in fright from the proceedings, and began to openly sob. Then, the full reality of the situation hit me. It hit me like an absolute ton of bricks. "Are yew going to be all right?" Kristanna asked Pamela. She nodded her head, though her face never left my chest. "I'll be okay. I ... I just need ... time." Pamela clutched me even tighter to her and reiterated, "You ... saved ... my life, Jeremy. You saved my life. Th-Thank you..." Unsure of what to do and/or say next, I glanced over at Trish and Kristanna. "Why don't you two go diving some more? I'll stay up here, top-side, with Pamela." "Are you sure?" Trish clarified. She appeared to be at a loss for words, too. No one could blame her. "Yes," I nodded. "You and Krissy go back down and enjoy yourselves for another 30 to 45 minutes. Pamela will be fine here with me. I promise you." "Go," Pamela simply told them, her right arm extended, with a single finger blindly pointed toward the water. "Yew positive?" Kristanna murmured. "Yes," I assured her. Trish and Kristanna shrugged their shoulders at each other before they both vanished into the watery depths a short time later. I was not worried about them at all. Meanwhile, I still had a very upset and rattled Pamela to deal with. This particular woman, I was extremely worried about. Pamela was crying much harder than before - letting all of the emotions of the past few minutes pour out - and had a vise-tight grip around me as well. Now, I really was speechless. I did not have a clue what to say. All I could do was embrace Pamela and hold her close in return, and do my absolute best to comfort and console her in what was obviously a time of great need. I was prepared to stay here and continue holding Pamela for the remainder of the day - if not all of eternity - if need be. ***End of Chapter 18*** Island Fever Ch. 19 Chapter 19: "Slap" "Is this chicken, what I have, or is this fish?" Lindsay asked to no one in particular here at the dinner table on this breezy Saturday evening. Once she had the attention of everyone present, Lindsay continued, "I think it's tuna. But the can it came in says chicken. Chicken of the Sea." Nearly everyone seated here at the dinner table - Pamela, Devon, Kristanna, Amy and Camille - looked at Lindsay with wide eyes, or simply had to hold back a barrage of laughter. Lindsay, in turn, offered everyone a quizzical expression. "I thought you said you worked at a supermarket?" Devon confirmed, giggling, as she glared at Lindsay. "I do," the 18-year-old responded. "I have worked at [Supermarket Name] in Ohio for a few years now. I'm a cosmetics clerk. What does that have to do with anything?" Trying to keep a straight face, I explained to Lindsay, "Honey, it says Chicken of the Sea because that is the brand name. It is one of the largest seafood canneries in the world. But I assure you that it is fish - it is tuna. Chicken of the Sea cans only fish ... not chicken." "Are you sure? I mean ... why does it say chicken, then?" Amy laughed at Lindsay. "Do you really think that could be chicken you have? Do chicken swim in the sea?" Lindsay suddenly looked very tentative. "Well ... I have never HEARD of a chicken that can swim. But that doesn't mean there are no chicken in the sea. I really don't know." "OH MY GOD..." Kristanna huffed in amazement, that exotic Norwegian accent of hers in full effect, as Devon, Amy and Camille broke out into a fit of wild, hysterical laughter. Pamela stared at Lindsay in disbelief, the look on her face clearly suggesting that she had never been witness to a more ignorant remark from someone in her whole, entire life. "What's so funny?" Lindsay whined, now a bit upset with the collective reaction. "I just asked a question!" "It says Chicken of the Sea because that is the brand name," I reiterated, thinking to myself that Lindsay's naive comment could be forgiven because she was so incredibly hot and beautiful. It was always easy to forgive a woman this attractive, right? "I have no idea why the company chose that name, sweetheart. But I assure you that it is fish." "Oh, okay," Lindsay finally relented, as the quartet of Devon, Kristanna, Amy and Camille continued to snicker and laugh. "This is really confusing to me for some reason. I think I will stick to Starkist canned tuna from now on." And with that, the roof came crashing down with laughter. "WHAT?" Lindsay screeched, glancing at her counterparts here at the table with a look of anger and disdain. Amy, who was seated next to Lindsay, leaned over and embraced her with both arms from the side. "It is perfectly okay, baby," she said, unable to control her laughter. "I think that you are priceless! I will always remember my 31st birthday party because of the things you have just said!" As Devon, Kristanna and Camille continued to snicker and laugh, Lindsay glanced at Amy and then became agitated. She tossed her napkin down onto the table and stood up, then placed both hands upon her hips and eyed everyone intently. "If you all want to make fun of me, I'll just skip dinner!" With that, the fertile-minded blonde turned and stormed off. "Lindsay! Wait!" Devon called out. "Come back, honey," Pamela volunteered. "It be Amy's burdday party!" Kristanna reminded Lindsay, who had vanished into the adjacent front room. "Do not go!" "She just can't get up and leave and like that," Camille sniped, her dark eyes cold and piercing as she stared off into the distance. "Tonight is supposed to be for Amy..." "Well ... she just did," Pamela deadpanned. Feeling as if Lindsay was long gone by now, Amy turned back around and glanced at everyone all around her. "I never thought that Lindsay could be that stupid! Everyone knows that Chicken of the Sea is a giant seafood retailer." Camille was laughing again. "But Lindsay wondered if chicken could be found swimming in the sea, remember?" "That is something I will never forget," Pamela mused. "Let us have buffalo vings and chicken fingers tomorrow night for dinner!" Kristanna suggested. "I vunder vat she vould have to dink about eeder of dem?" Amy imitated a possible reaction of Lindsay by saying in a sweet, innocent tone, "I didn't know that buffaloes had wings. They can FLY?" Amy broke out into an absolute rage of laughter once again. "How can someone be so STUPID?" I felt as if Lindsay's ignorant (meaning, un-informed) comment about the Chicken of the Sea brand name was funny at first, although I was able to conceal my laughter. Now, however, I did not feel that way any longer. I did not like the fact that the others - in an effort spearheaded by Amy - were cracking jokes about Lindsay and calling her stupid. Actually, Amy was the only one saying that she was stupid. I was not about to tolerate such interaction between any of my guests. Nor did I care to listen to another word. "Vare are yew going?" Kristanna asked me, as I stood up from the table and glanced toward the adjacent front room. "If you ladies would excuse me for a bit," I told them, "I have something that I must take care of. I'll be back." I exited the formal dining room, although Kristanna and Amy were calling for me to come back and re-join them. Ignoring their pleas for now, I checked all corners of the spacious front room, but was unable to find Lindsay. Wanting to locate her, I ventured off to the below-ground recreation room. With all the arcade and pinball machines, and video game systems found there, the recreation room was a favorite hang-out spot for Lindsay. I figured that she may have went there to take a temporary refuge from the others and their wisecracking barbs. But unfortunately, I did not find Lindsay in the recreation room, either. I did know where else to look. Lindsay could have been anywhere in this 60,000-square-foot mansion of mine. She could have even ventured outside and ran off into the night. It would be like searching for a needle in a haystack... Then, I remembered the voyeur room. It would provide me with Lindsay's exact location without having to search every nook and cranny of the estate and/or island on foot. Thus, it was a no-brainer - off to the voyeur room I went. Lindsay was obviously upset because of how the others had treated her at the dinner table. Otherwise, she would not have stormed off even before our meal began. Plus, today was Amy's 31st birthday - and that dinner was going to be the start of her party. The only way that Lindsay would walk out on Amy's birthday party, I thought to myself, was if she was horribly angry. I wanted to find Lindsay, and calm her. Most of all, I wanted her to come back and enjoy the party. In a way, I could easily look past Lindsay questioning the ingredients of Chicken of the Sea. But the same could not be said for her speculation about chicken possibly being able to swim in the sea. I admit that it certainly was not the brightest or most well-informed comment that a person could make. At the same time, though, Lindsay should not have been subjected to the snide laughs and barbs from the other ladies. In my book, at least, it was just plain wrong for Amy to call Lindsay stupid. That was rude, and very crass - no matter whether it was justified or not. - "Oh my God..." I muttered perhaps three or four minutes later, as I hurried into the voyeur room and immediately found Lindsay's whereabouts. On surveillance monitor 37-A, the little sweetheart was seated against the wall in the guest room corridor, with her knees up and arms secured tightly around them. What shocked me, however - and maybe even scared me - was that Trish was kneeling beside Lindsay. The two, it seemed, were having a discussion. Was Trish trying to hook up with Lindsay again? I sure hope not... "I can't believe that everyone laughed at me like that!" Lindsay whined, pleading her case to Trish, as I flipped the audio switch on for the corridor. I transferred the video from monitor 37-A, which was small and located in the high corner of the wall, to the big screen just in front of me. "Everyone laughed at you?" Trish asked. Lindsay sniffed her nose and answered, "Well, I can't say that it was EVERYONE. Jeremy didn't laugh. Neither did Pamela. But Amy was laughing. So was Devon and Kristanna. Camille looked at me as if I was some sort of idiot. But at least ... at least J-Jeremy and Pamela didn't laugh at me." "It's not in Jeremy and Pamela's characters to laugh or poke fun at someone else like that," Trish remarked. "I think it was perfectly alright for you to say what you did. Chicken of the Sea is kind of misleading if you don't know what the product is. It could be chicken, you know. Or it could be something from the sea. It's one or the other. If you've never had it before, it's perfectly okay to wonder exactly what it is. They should not have laughed at you." "I also said something really, really stupid..." "What was that, eh?" "I wondered if there were chicken that could actually swim in the sea." Trish's eyes went wide with total astonishment as Lindsay fretted, "Oh ... that was the dumbest thing I have ever said! But they laughed at me for it, too! It made me feel so worthless ... like I was brainless." "We all say silly things at one point or another," Trish mused, her voice calm and serene. "Jeremy and Pamela ... I bet neither of them laughed when you said that, either." "Pamela looked at me like I was high on drugs," she responded. "But Jeremy looked at me like he always does. Just his calm, usual, easy-going self." "I bet that Jeremy is mad at Devon, Kristanna, Amy and Camille because they made fun of you," Trish speculated. Indeed, she knew me well. "He doesn't seem to be the type who would tolerate that sort of thing. Not Jeremy." Lindsay sighed and shook her head. "This is really bad. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten a thing since breakfast this morning. But I can't show my face to the others again. Not tonight, at least. What am I going to do? I'LL STARVE!..." Trish eyed Lindsay for several seconds, then puckered her lips together for an instant before saying, "I'll go off to the kitchen and get you a dinner plate, or a snack, and bring it to you. You can eat it in your room, or wherever. That way, you would not have to see the others." "I thought you were sick, though," Lindsay countered. "Jeremy said you were skipping the birthday party because you have a bad case of the flu." Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I feel better now. I was feeling pretty bad earlier, but I feel better now. Jeremy gave me some medication, and the flu cleared right up." Obviously, that was a minor lie on Trish's part. She was never sick in the first place. I agreed to allow her to skip Amy's birthday party as long as she played sick. Trish wanted nothing to do with the party because, in her own words, she did not want to subject herself to seeing Lindsay. But Trish was talking to her now... "You would really bring me a dinner plate?" Lindsay asked, perhaps a bit surprised at Trish's generosity. Trish shrugged her shoulders once again. "You said you are hungry. But you don't want to run the risk of seeing the others again tonight. So I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat. Why wouldn't I?" Lindsay frowned. "I was pretty rough on you the other day with what I said in the recreation room." "This has nothing to do with the other day, or what has been said between us," Trish informed her. "This is about you being hungry, and needing some food in your stomach. I cannot stand the thought of anyone being hungry. ANYONE." Lindsay appeared genuinely grateful. "Thank you, Trish." "You're welcome. What would you like me to get you, eh?" "How about some orange juice, two pieces of rye bread and a can of STARKIST tuna?" Lindsay requested. "That way, I could make myself a tuna sandwich. Don't worry about getting my plate from the dining room. I don't want it." - "I got your food," Trish said about five minutes later, as she knocked on and then opened the door that led to the guest suite that - at least for the past couple of days - Lindsay had been sharing with Amy. Trish hesitated for a moment, then glanced around the empty suite with a confused expression across her face. "Lindsay? Where are..." "I'm in here!" came the 18-year-old's voice. Trish offered an inquisitive look toward the closed door of her own private bedroom. She went over to open it, and found Lindsay resting comfortably upon her old bed - the same bed where she once slept before moving in with Amy. "I didn't expect to find you in here," Trish said, as she entered the suite, carrying a tuna sandwich on a platter and a tall, healthy glass of orange juice over to Lindsay. "I always liked this bed," Lindsay mused, squirming about upon the mattress. "It feels much more comfortable than the one Amy and I sleep on together in the other room." Trish frowned at those words as Lindsay added, "But Jeremy says that all of the beds are the same. Strange, huh?" Lindsay giggled and concluded, "I guess Amy's bed has so many miles on it already that it is starting to break down!" Trish sat down upon her own bed. "Yeah ... I guess so." Trish did not seem all too comfortable with her ex-girlfriend in the same room with her. Of course, the fact that Trish was still in love with Lindsay had everything to do with it. Just the mere presence of Lindsay was enough to drive Trish totally insane. Now, they were alone together... "I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this," Lindsay said, as she took a bite out of the loaded tuna sandwich. "I am so hungry, I could eat a cow!" Lindsay took a few more bites before saying, "Can I ask you a question, Trish?" "Sure." "Why do you like me so much?" Trish glanced over at Lindsay. "Huh? What do you mean?" "Why do you like me so much?" Lindsay repeated. "I mean, I have never had someone pursue me so very hard and so very aggressively before. Why do you like me so much?" Trish appeared antsy and tentative. "I do not think this is the right thing for us to talk about." Lindsay shook her head rather vigorously as Trish continued, "You obviously do not want to have a relationship with me, and I accept that. I respect that. There is no need to talk about details." "But I want to know," Lindsay insisted. "I want to know what it is about me that you like so much. I mean ... I look in the mirror, and all I see is a girl. A normal, regular girl. What is it about me that you find so appealing?" Trish shook her head. "We shouldn't be talking this way. What I say, Lindsay, it could make you feel uncomfortable or apprehensive. Then you could go to Jeremy, and I'd get into trouble. I already had a long talk with Jeremy about you. He told me to let go and move on, and that is what I'm gonna do. Jeremy would not like it if we talked about this." "I just want to know why you like me so much," Lindsay mused yet again. "Please tell me because I want to know. I promise that I won't feel uncomfortable or angry about it. There won't be anything for Jeremy to get mad at you about because I am asking a question, and you would answer it. That is all. He would not mind that one bit." "I don't see the point of talking about this if there is no future between us. I'm sorry, but I don't." Myself, I got the distinct impression that Trish did not want to speak with Lindsay at all. Trish was so enthralled with Lindsay, but knew that she could not have her as a love interest in her life. Thus, it actually hurt Trish to even have any type of verbal contact with Lindsay. Even this very discussion was clearly taking a mental toll on Trish. I also got the sense that Trish was battling her urges as well. It seemed as if she wanted to pounce on Lindsay and make mad, passionate love to her. Watching Lindsay squirm and writhe about upon the bed in a little tank-top and cotton shorts seconds earlier certainly added fuel to that already burning fire. But Trish would never do that unless Lindsay was a willing participant. Trish was not the type of person to impose her will on anyone. Still, the urge for her was most definitely there. I could see it. "What if I let you lick my pussy?" "WHAT?" Trish did a double-take at those words. "What if I let you lick my pussy?" Lindsay echoed. "Would you tell me then?" Whether my previous inclination was correct or not, Trish most likely did the best possible thing once she rose from the bed and quickly exited the suite, thus leaving Lindsay all by her lonesome. As a result, Lindsay made a face and huffed angrily for a brief instant - obviously upset that she did not get an answer from Trish - but soon settled back down into her old bed and resumed eating the tuna sandwich. I could not believe what she had just said! Lindsay was a total doll and sweetheart - no doubt - but I had learned from observing her during recent days that she possessed a snippy, somewhat mean side to her personality as well. It was not an endearing trait for her to have. I refer back to Lindsay's comment (directed at Trish) from this past Sunday about Pamela and Devon each being the flavor of the day for me. That did not sit too well with me, obviously. Now, Lindsay seemed angry that Trish did not want to discuss a very sensitive subject which clearly made her feel very uncomfortable. There was absolutely no reason for Lindsay to be upset. Also, what was the deal with Lindsay offering Trish the opportunity to perform oral sex on her? That certainly came out of left field, so to speak, and was not expected. It was also very out of character for Lindsay. Or was it? Was she truly the innocent, virgin angel I had always perceived her to be? Or was she something else? Absolutely, Trish chose the best possible course by simply turning and walking away. Giving in to her desire there and indulging herself would have most likely led to some nasty ramifications in the future. But how could Lindsay make such an offer? Did she even understand her actions here? Did Lindsay understand what she was doing to Trish's pysche? Perhaps it was the ignorance of her youth. That was my best guess. If so, Lindsay clearly had a lot more growing up to do - in both body and mind. It is strange, but when I was Lindsay's age (18), I thought I had all of the answers. I was an authority figure on every possible subject. Now, age 39, I realize that I knew nothing back in those days. Perhaps Lindsay would feel the same way as she got older... - Now would be an excellent time for to comment on the recent changes on the island. Due to the ending of Trish and Lindsay's relationship, they were no longer room-mates. Lindsay had moved down the hall into the suite formerly occupied by Pamela and Amy, who was sharing the room with her. Pamela remained good friends with Amy, but had agreed to move out so Lindsay could take her place. As a result, Pamela had spent the previous two nights sharing a guest room with Trish. Their interactions with each other after-hours had been totally platonic thus far, but it seemed as if they were going to remain room-mates for the foreseeable future regardless. Pamela and Trish seemed to be forging a close friendship, which was great. I was both disappointed and discouraged that the recent problems between Trish and Lindsay were dark spots on what had mostly been a mostly harmonious and enjoyable three weeks since the ladies had arrived on the island. Oh, there were other problems, too - most notably Lindsay's latest direction in life, and the fact that I still had yet to make an iron-clad decision between Pamela and Devon as to which one that I wanted to pursue a life-long relationship with. Island Fever Ch. 19 Oh, and one could never forget dive gate yesterday. Pamela nearly drowned because of me. That was going to be the first and last time that I ever took a novice diver into the ocean with me. If Pamela wanted to go diving again, I would first require that she receive professional training from a certified instructor. With what transpired, I was even scared - at least for now - to go back into the water. If I had my way, Trish and Lindsay would be together. Why? For the simple reason that I knew - beyond a shadow of a doubt - Trish would do whatever it took to ensure that Lindsay received nothing but the absolute best in life. Be it companionship, care, love or even simple, everyday things, Trish would only have Lindsay's best interests in mind. Her own thoughts and desires would be strictly secondary. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Amy, who seemed to be using Lindsay's body (and sweet innocence) as a whipping post in these bondage games, which were clearly becoming more intense and twisted. Was Amy leading Lindsay, a Bible-thumping virgin (until two weeks ago, at least), who had aspirations of one day becoming a church minister, down a path of no return? Was Kristanna correct when she told me recently that ten years from now, Lindsay could very well be a carbon copy of Amy? A late-20's/early 30's woman with a rugged past and absolutely no direction for the future, whose own self-image was that of a nymphomaniac? Would all of her self-esteem be shot with no real way to repair it? At times, at least, I got the impression from Amy that she looked at herself as being worthless. I got that vibe from her at several points over the past three weeks. I thought much more of Amy, of course. I thought more of Amy than probably anyone else on the island did. I still felt that there was a good and genuine person lurking underneath all of that aggression and rage. I just had to find it. But for all intents and purposes, my opinion was quite meaningless. How Amy felt about herself was the only thing that really mattered here. She needed a serious boost of self-esteem. But where would it come from? As Kristanna speculated, could Lindsay turn out to be the same as Amy some ten years from now? Could her lust - which was multiplying ten-fold with every passing second - become so out-of-control that she would lose all rhyme and reason as a person? I believe Amy, in her younger days, was once a victim of that. Amy's appetite for sex, which had no limit whatsoever, was the thing that seemingly drove her entire existence. On the surface, at least, it seemed as if sex was all that mattered to Amy. If a person can be defined with a single word, I think a good one for - let's say ... Devon - would be affectionate. Kristanna? Funny. Pamela could, at least in my eyes, easily be described as classy. Trish was loving. On the other hand, the first word which comes to mind when I think of Amy is NYMPHOMANIAC. Did anything else fit her? I was not about to call her something crass (i.e. slut). But is this a good way to look at or think about a certain individual? Obviously, it is okay to enjoy sex. I enjoyed sex, of course, as did all of the other ladies here. But we did not allow sex to control every facet of our lives. Amy did, unfortunately, and Lindsay may very well be on her way. According to Kristanna, Lindsay was already off and running. Of course, I still had to follow through on the promise that I made to Kristanna yesterday. I had to get some time alone with Lindsay, sit her down and have a good, long talk with her. Still, I had absolutely no idea how I was going to approach the discussion. Kristanna insisted that it was my duty to protect Lindsay. Kristanna wanted me to steer her away from the direction that Amy (and perhaps Camille) had in mind for her. I did not like the idea of interfering in something which had been 100 percent consensual thus far. Down deep, though, I knew something had to be done. - "I thought you had the flu," Pamela said to Trish, as I flipped on the audio switch for the central room, which was located downstairs. After watching Pamela descend the steps with the help of the surveillance system and come upon Trish, who had taken refuge here no more than a minute ago, my first instinct was to eavesdrop on them from the voyeur room. Trish shrugged Pamela off and countered, "Keep a secret?" "Sure." Trish frowned and admitted, "I was never sick in the first place. I got everything set up beforehand with Jeremy so I could skip Amy's birthday party." Pamela offered her a quizzical look. "Why?" Trish winced before answering, "I figured that it would be an opportunity for me to get away from Lindsay for awhile. I just ... I cannot stand the sight of Lindsay and Amy together. I CANNOT STAND IT! Amy is so wrong for her! But I ... thought it could be especially difficult ... for me to see them at the party together, since this is Amy's birthday, and all." She paused and then literally begged her friend, "Please don't tell any of the others, Pamela. I don't want anyone mad." Pamela shook her head. "I won't tell anyone. That is one thing about me, Trish. I ALWAYS keep any and all secrets. I have never stabbed anyone in the back like that before." Trish was still pouting. "Lindsay and Amy were probably glad that I wasn't there, anyway. Everyone else, too..." "What?" Pamela exclaimed, her eyes narrow, as she hurried over to Trish and placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. "We were all worried because Jeremy said that you were sick!" Trish shook her head. "Oh ... I didn't mean that. It's just that I'm really upset right now. I just saw Lindsay a few minutes ago and I'm still all jittery from it. People here think I am crazy, or something. Maybe I am." "I don't think you're crazy." "You ever love someone so much that it actually hurts, Pamela?" Trish fretted. "You love that person so much that it hurts you inside? Yet no matter what, you can never be together? That is the situation I am in right now with Lindsay. Do you know how incredibly painful that feels?" Pamela was the one frowning now. "Yes, I do..." "I thought you said you have never been in love." Pamela nodded her head. "What I said to you the other day is that I was never in love UNTIL I came to this island." Trish's eyes went wide. "You're talking about Jeremy?" Pamela nodded her head once again, which, of course, piqued my interest. "Yes, I'm talking about Jeremy." "You and Jeremy can never be together?" Trish asked. "I am sorry, but I do not understand. Why would you...?" "Devon," Pamela responded in a flat tone. "Devon." She shook her head and added, "Actually, Devon AND Kristanna." "I still don't understand..." Pamela sighed. "I have been doing everything that I can do in the past couple of weeks to get Jeremy to notice me ... to get him to like me. Everything that I can possibly think of, I have tried. That man treats me better than I have any right to be treated. Jeremy is really everything that I have ever wanted in a man. I want to be with him so very much. Everything, I thought, was running along perfectly. Jeremy knew how I felt about him. I told him. The first couple of days on the island were like a fairy tale for me because it seemed that Jeremy wanted to be with me. But then, Devon turned up the heat and began to intrude on the territory that I already had staked claim to. She wants to be with Jeremy just like I do. I feel as if I'm fighting a losing battle." Trish nodded. "I know the feeling..." "Amy likes Jeremy a lot because he treats her with respect too," Pamela continued. "But Amy is not going to make a play on him because she knows how much I like him myself. I know that you would never do me wrong like that, Trish, and go after Jeremy. Camille? Camille doesn't even like men. I do not think that she is interested in Jeremy at all, really. Lindsay is too young to want a relationship." Trish hung her head low for a moment as Pamela kept talking, "But Devon is going hard and heavy after Jeremy. That girl needs to understand that Jeremy is MINE. He belongs to ME. I was with him long before Devon even laid a finger on him." "What is your problem with Kristanna?" Trish wondered. "You said not only Devon, but also Kristanna." Pamela took a deep breath. "I left the birthday party myself. Kristanna grabbed Devon and brought her into her lap right at the dinner table, started hugging and kissing her. Kristanna was going on and on, talking about how Devon and Jeremy are the perfect couple and belong together." Pamela vehemently shook her head. "Seeing them two coo and cavort like that made me feel sick inside. I apologized to Amy and then left the party. I came down here and saw you. I guess that I wanted to get away for awhile, too." "You don't like it that Devon is just as interested in Jeremy as you are?" Trish inquired. "And that Kristanna is seeming to encourage Devon into being more open and forward with Jeremy? Since you were with him first, Pamela, you think that Devon should respect that and back off?" Pamela nodded her head and sniped in return, "Devon is trying to steal the man that I love!" Pamela paused and continued, "What makes it even worse is that Kristanna is constantly telling Jeremy how incredibly right Devon is for him. I have it on good authority that Kristanna has even told Jeremy that Devon is a better fit for him than I am. That Devon would even love him more than I ever could!" How did Pamela know that? How did she know what Kristanna and I had spoken about - in private - behind closed doors? I was totally SHOCKED that Pamela had any knowledge of that. Trish shrugged her shoulders and pouted. "It looks like we both have relationship problems, huh? The best advice I can give you, Pamela, is that you need to show Jeremy just how much you love him. That is really all you can do. If you are trying to win his affection, do everything that you can to show him that you are Miss Right for him. I can tell you right now that Jeremy is the type of guy to eat that kind of stuff up. He takes whatever people say to heart." Pamela suddenly appeared angry. "I was with Jeremy FIRST! I was with him before he had anything to do with Devon. Our very first time together - in the library during my second day here - Jeremy and I were both hinting at marriage and commitment. We had sex for the first time, and I felt as if I had died and gone to Heaven. I was in love. Every fairy tale ending I had ever dreamed of was coming to life." "Then Devon steps in, LATER THAT VERY SAME DAY NO LESS, takes him off for a bike ride and seduces him in the forest behind my back." Pamela trembled with emotion and ended, "She starts talking about relationships and commitment, too!" "It has been interesting to see the whole dynamic between you, Devon and Jeremy unfold these past few weeks," Trish said. "I can tell you that Jeremy doesn't know who to choose. I think he would be happiest with both of you." "What would you do if you were in my situation, Trish?" The Canadian shrugged her shoulders. "Just as I said ... show Jeremy how much you love him. Make him see that you are the right girl for him. Be totally up-front and honest. I tried that with Lindsay, you know, but it didn't work. She cannot handle someone being up-front and honest with her like that. I think that is really what drove her away from me. Jeremy, on the other hand ... he CAN handle it." Trish shrugged her shoulders once again. "That is all I can say, Pamela. Be honest, and let the chips fall where they may." "How am I supposed to win Jeremy's heart with Kristanna constantly in his ear, telling him how sweet and wonderful Devon is? Jeremy has been friends with Kristanna for many years. She is like the only person - including his very own family - whom he totally, unequivocally trusts in the whole, wide world. Jeremy listens to every word that she says and treats it like pure gold. Kristanna is his best friend. All she does is tell him how sweet and wonderful Devon is!" "Has Kristanna said anything bad or negative about you?" Trish countered. "Not Devon being the better fit, but anything specifically negative or mean about you? I cannot imagine Kristanna saying a bad word about anyone." "I ... I don't know," Pamela answered. "Be honest with Jeremy," Trish reiterated, before taking a very deep and long-winded breath. "I really understand everything that you say, Pamela, but there is only one thing that I disagree with. I hope you won't be mad at me for it." "What?" Trish hesitated before answering, "Jeremy is not a piece of property. You did not claim him, or own his rights. You are not married to him, have no rock-solid commitment. If Devon wants to pursue him, she has every right to..." "No!" Pamela returned in a defiant voice, shaking her head for emphasis. "Everyone on the island was well aware of the fact that Jeremy and I were together from the second day on here. Everyone knew that I really liked him and he really liked me, and there was the distinct possibility of something long-term and ever-lasting between us. I was also with him my third and fifth day here, too. Truth be told, Devon should have respected that and decided to BACK OFF! I had sex with Jeremy before Devon even touched him for the first time. I had sex with him on three different occasion before Devon got to him a second time. I know it is a foreign concept on this island ... but to me, sex is still a sacred and special thing." Trish raised an eyebrow. "How many times did you have sex at night with Amy during our first two weeks here?" Defiant, Pamela shook her head. "I admit that I have let myself go here a little too much. I've let my guard down and had a little too much fun at the beginning. But I will also have you know that I have not touched ANY girl on the island since LAST Thursday. Not this past Thursday, but the one before it. That is what ... nine days ago? Nine days seems like an eternity on this island." Pamela shook her head once again. "I wanted to focus all of my energy and attention onto Jeremy, and a relationship with him." "I've had sex with Jeremy twice," Trish offered. "Two weeks ago, that three-some with Lindsay where she gave us her virginity was my first time with Jeremy. The only other time was during the big gang-bang we had a week or so later. But, I shared a pretty good kiss with Jeremy the other night. I kissed Jeremy like I had never kissed a man before." Trish paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in and register within Pamela's mind. "According to your logic, I should have never done anything with Jeremy, either. The three-some with Lindsay, the gang-bang, the kiss we had the other night. All of those things happened well after you tried to stake your claim in him. Correct?" "I would not mind if Jeremy simply had sex with Devon, and that was it," Pamela said. "Outside of the realms of this island, that would be considered cheating. But I have no problem with it HERE because, as you and I both know, this island and the atmosphere here is highly unique. I have no problem with Devon wanting to have sex with Jeremy. I had no problem when you and Lindsay, Trish, spent that day with him. I have no problem with Amy and all of the time she has spent with Jeremy. The only problem I have is Devon trying to steal Jeremy away from me. Well ... that, and Kristanna doing everything under the sun to make Jeremy fall in love with Devon. Devon and Kristanna should have respected that I had dibs on Jeremy first. They should have BACKED OFF." Trish shook her head. "I don't agree with you." "Why?" Pamela exclaimed, upset. "As I said, you have no claim to Jeremy," Trish explained. "You have no commitment with him." Pamela swung her arm in an outward motion and exploded, "Talking like that, then you shouldn't go around constantly whining about how Lindsay wants nothing to do with you and how she has shacked up with Amy!" Trish moved her head back, obviously stunned that Pamela would speak to her with such rage and contempt. It even took her a few seconds to come up with a response. "I never once complained that Lindsay has seemingly chosen Amy over me. What I complain about it is that Amy is not right for Lindsay. I could treat Lindsay right. I KNOW I could. What I CONSTANTLY WHINE about is that Amy is wrong for Lindsay. She does not have her best interests at heart." Trish shook her head and added, "The difference between you and me, Pamela, is that you have a REAL opportunity to win Jeremy's heart. You can do everything within your power to make him fall in love with you. You can go to whatever lengths you want to try and convince Jeremy that you are a better fit for him than Devon is. You have absolutely zero boundaries to how far you want to go. With Lindsay, I can't. I can't do ANYTHING, or say ANYTHING, to her." "If I continue to pursue Lindsay, chances are she will eventually go straight to Jeremy and complain that I am harassing her. Lindsay does not want to be with me. I am doing my BEST to respect that, and move on. I may love her - I most obviously still do - but I cannot change the way that she feels about me. I cannot even TRY to change the way that she feels about me. I already had a long talk with Jeremy, and he told me to back off from Lindsay. He told me to let it go and move on. But if I keep pursuing her and thus, harass her, Jeremy would probably send me home." A tear streaking down her face, Trish sniffed her nose and ended, "I don't want that. Despite all of my problems with Lindsay, I really like being on this island. I do not want to go home until it is time. I am good friends with you, Pamela. I am friends with Devon, with Kristanna, and especially Jeremy. I am NOT looking forward to going home in three weeks." "But I..." Trish cut Pamela's words off by telling her, "You can say whatever you want to Jeremy. You can do whatever you want to him. You have the opportunity to convince Jeremy that you are the right woman for him. That is the difference between us, Pamela. Jeremy is right there for you. He is within your grasp if you hold nothing back and pour your heart and soul out to him. Lindsay is light years away for me. I WANT to pour my heart out to her, but I can't. I can't really say anything like that to her anymore. You may not believe it, but I'm going to do my absolute best to move on with my life. It will take time - perhaps a lot of time - but eventually I will get over Lindsay. I allowed myself to get lost in her. That was probably my biggest mistake of all. Me ... a 30-year-old woman, let myself get lost in a girl barely off the high school bus. That should have never happened." Pamela frowned. "I didn't mean to snap at you, Trish. I am sorry for raising my voice at you like that..." "It's okay," Trish assured her, nodding her head. "I know what love can do to a person. Apology accepted." Having been witness to a bitter side of Pamela - something that I never knew existed until this very moment - I flipped the audio switch off for the central room and leaned back within my padded, leather chair here in the voyeur room. I would need some time to think about and fully understand everything that Pamela had just said to Trish about not only me, but Devon and Kristanna as well. I found it very difficult to believe, but obviously Pamela harbored a tremendous amount of resentment and sheer jealousy toward Devon. Pamela did not approve of the fact that Devon wanted to pursue a relationship with me just as much as she did. Nor did she like it that Kristanna had been pushing and prodding me toward a stable relationship and commitment with Devon for the past several days. That was sad. Lost in thought, I leaned my head back upon the top of the chair and sighed. My eyes closed, my mind began to race. Island Fever Ch. 19 First off, Kristanna had done nothing wrong. There was no dispute about that whatsoever. Since her return two weeks ago, I had continually went to Kristanna for advice and guidance when it came to the other ladies. I asked her to give me her opinion at all times. Kristanna's opinion, of course, was that Devon and I made a good couple. She thought that, out of all of the ladies, Devon was the best fit for me. There was nothing wrong with that - no matter if Pamela liked it or not - especially considering the fact that I wanted Kristanna to give me her opinion. I asked for it. Pamela was absolutely correct when she told Trish that I trusted Kristanna. I trusted Kristanna more than anyone. At this point, I had no reason not to. I certainly understood Pamela's feelings about Devon. She felt as if Devon was trying to steal me away from her. At the same time, however, I also understood Trish's rebuttal to Pamela on that very same subject. I did not have any sort of commitment with Pamela. Devon had every right to pursue me. I had every right to pursue Devon, as well. Likewise, I had no commitment with Devon. So Pamela could just as easily come after me, and vice-versa. Until there was a true commitment in place, everything - and everyone - was fair game. That was how I viewed it, at least. What was I going to do to diffuse this brewing situation that Pamela had with Devon and Kristanna? It could very well be a powder keg waiting to explode. I could not ignore this and pray that it eventually goes away. Life is rarely that easy. What could I do to lessen the resentment and jealousy that Pamela seemed to have for Devon? More than anything, I simply wanted everyone here to get along and be happy. My eyes still closed, I rotated my head forward and placed it atop the massive computer terminal in front of me. Upset at the way some things around here were beginning to spiral out of control, I gently banged my forehead upon the terminal three times in a row. I hated drama. I did not want to have to deal with any of it - especially on my precious island. "What in the hell is this place?" I literally jumped out of my chair and hit the ceiling once those words - coming from behind my back - registered within my mind. When I turned around, my heart sank in my chest as I found Pamela standing at the entranceway to the voyeur room. Every muscle within my body began to contract and violently erupt once I saw the expression on her face. Pamela was looking and glancing about in all directions, trying to make sense of everything she saw before her. To her, the voyeur room must have looked like what one would imagine the production area of a television studio to be. There was a spread of 105 television monitors - some small, some big - and two chairs in front of the main console. "PAMELA!" I gasped, never having thought I would have to deal with such a moment. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Confused, the 30-year-old squinted her eyes at me. "I thought I would come here and surprise you, and talk about our future together." Oh, Pamela had definitely surprised me. She surprised me so much that I wanted to fall over and die! "What is this place? What are you doing in there?" I grabbed Pamela by the shoulders and spun her around, and then away from the entrance to the voyeur room. She turned her head in its direction, but was blocked out once I took her around the corner with me. "What's going on?" she asked. I quickly looked around my personal suite and tried to piece together how this had happened. My first mistake was not closing the door. For some odd reason, I had opted to leave the door to my bedroom open. Why I did this, I do not know. Perhaps I was in a rush earlier to find Lindsay and her whereabouts, and simply forgot to close it? I always closed the door whenever I was in my personal suite. It was my very own sanctum, and I wanted it treated and looked upon as such. I did not have many rules for the ladies, but my most requested one was that they knock before stepping foot into my private bedroom. Pamela had no real reason to knock because the door was wide open. It was as if I had invited her - or anyone else for that matter - in. Step right in, everyone! Secondly, I had not closed the secret wall panel that led to the voyeur room. When Pamela walked through the door, the first thing she probably saw was that the east wall in the suite was no longer there. Beyond where that wall was supposed to be was the voyeur room. Who would have ever thought that multi-million dollar mansions could have secret rooms and hidden passages? Lastly, and perhaps worst of all, I was so intent on contemplating her brewing situation with Devon and Kristanna that Pamela had made it all the way to my room without my knowledge. Usually, I am much better than this. When one of the surveillance monitors, which are triggered by motion detectors, flicker to life, I always notice it - especially those that oversee the corridor which led to this particular suite. How could I have possibly missed them all? I then realized that in the 60 seconds that I had my eyes closed and was lost in thought, Pamela slipped by all of the motion detectors and surveillance equipment without a hitch. I had simply not been paying any attention... "What's in there?" Pamela asked, her eyes narrow, as she pointed over my shoulder at the voyeur room. "Where did you come from? What were you doing in there?" This was the moment of truth for me. This was my judgment day. I quickly realized that if I were to pursue a relationship with Pamela - or Devon, for that matter - she (or they) would soon find out about the voyeur room and its existence one way or the other. Right? It was inevitable. Kristanna and I had discussed this very topic several times in the past. Perhaps it was better that Pamela learn about the voyeur room sooner rather than later? I just never thought it would happen where I was caught red-handed... What would Pamela's reaction be to the knowledge that I had been spying on her and all of the other ladies since their arrival nearly three weeks ago? Would Pamela hate me and think of me as some sick and twisted pervert? Would she go off and tell all of the others, in a furious rage, that I had been eavesdropping on them in their private moments with a collection of hidden cameras? That all of the footage was archived on my computer, and I had access to every single move the girls had made since stepping foot here? Would I be made out to be a terrible person? Would all of them hate me? "Jeremy, what IS that place? Tell me!" "Can you keep a secret?" "What's going on?" "Can you keep a secret?" I insisted. Pamela sighed and responded, "Of course I can." "I really mean it," I told her. "It's a big secret. You cannot tell any of the other girls about this." "I promise!" she countered. "I won't tell anyone. Does it have something to do with that strange room?" "A big secret..." I said while leading Pamela back to the far wall, my right hand tightly entwined with her left. - Pamela's brown eyes were large and bulging as I then ushered her into the voyeur room. Only a couple of the monitors were registering some activity, but Pamela quickly got an idea of what this place was all about. Trish was still in the central room, but did not have any company to speak of since Pamela was now with me. I figured that immediately after I turned off the audio moments ago while eavesdropping on their discussion, Pamela made the decision that she was going to come to my suite and find me. Trish had encouraged her to open herself up, and go after me hard and heavy. Pamela had come here, presumably, to pour her heart out, and express just how much she loved me... On another monitor, Kristanna was talking with Louisa, the elderly housekeeper, in the kitchen. Meanwhile, in the dining room, Devon, Amy and Camille were having a discussion of their own. And finally, still in Trish's bedroom, Lindsay had finished her tuna sandwich meal and seemed to be enjoying herself very much. In more specific terms, Lindsay had a hand down her shorts and was busy masturbating upon the bed. "All of you girls seem to wonder what I do when I am not with you, and am nowhere to be found," I said to Pamela, as she looked at the monitors with utter reticence. "What exactly is it that I do all day long while you and the other girls are out having fun ... correct?" I waited for a response, but did not get one. Pamela just continued staring at the monitors in sheer silence. Thus, I decided to step forward and flip the audio switch on for the guest suite where Lindsay was currently located. Sounds of self-induced passion could be heard as Lindsay continued to twiddle away at her clitoris underneath her shorts. "Welcome to my voyeur room," I gently told Pamela, still waiting for a response, but not getting one. "I know it may look bad, but it's really not. Just let me explain..." Several seconds later, Pamela was still silent. However, once there was a long, drawn-out "Oh Lord..." from Lindsay, Pamela suddenly turned her face and looked squarely at me. I offered her a smile, still waiting for a reaction. I finally got one - but not exactly the type that I wanted. The blank expression upon Pamela's face tightened as she extended her right arm, her hand open. She let out a grunt and before I knew what had happened next, Pamela slapped me across the face - as hard as she possibly could. "HOW DARE YOU SPY ON US!" she exploded, her eyes flashing with absolute hatred and disdain. "HOW DARE YOU!" Both stunned and hurt, I tilted my head to the side while holding my burning face. Perhaps I really should have double checked and made sure the door to my suite was closed, huh? ***End of Chapter 19*** Island Fever Ch. 20 Chapter 20: "Revelation" ***** Pain. Anguish. Grief. Sorrow. Heartache. Sadness. Misery. Decimation. As I lay in bed on this balmy Saturday night, all hunched over and curled up on my side, those horrible feelings listed above (and many more just like them) were swirling throughout me. A good two hours after Pamela had stormed out of my suite once she learned of the voyeur room and its existence, the words she had left me with were still ringing very loudly in my ears. Not only did Pamela demand that I never speak to her again, but she called me just about every nasty, derogatory name in the book because I had been eavesdropping on her and all of the other ladies since their arrival nearly three weeks ago. My secret was out, and most likely public news. But the worst thing of all was that Pamela also insisted that I send her home - back to Maryland - at the absolute earliest opportunity. Pamela said that she was going to pack her belongings and expected to be on an airline flight back to the United States within 24 hours. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Those were her final words to me as she stomped off, down the hallway. I was under the impression in recent times that Pamela and I had something extremely special together which had the real possibility of lasting for not only a lifetime, but all of eternity as well. Alas, it was not going to happen. Any chance that Pamela and I had at a bona-fide relationship was now squashed. And I had no one to blame except myself. I had been sprawled across my bed here in my personal suite for the past two hours. My stomach was in a severe amount of discomfort because I had spent a large portion of those two hours crying my eyes out like an upset toddler. My stomach hurt so much that I was clutching it as I lay on my side. I believed that I was past the crying stage, but felt the same way ten minutes ago before another fit started. Everything was ruined. Pamela seemed to be the woman that I had been searching my entire life for. She was incredibly ladylike and witty, but also friendly, warm-hearted, caring and very loving. Pamela's awe-inspiring physical attributes and cover-girl face were an extra attraction for me - but certainly not the only reason why I found her so wondrously appealing. The way that Pamela looked was icing on top of an already delicious cake for me. It also seemed - at least to me - that Pamela and I went together like bread and butter. Salt and pepper. Steak and a baked potato. I thought everything between us was absolutely perfect, and progressing to even greater heights with each passing day. But when the truth about the biggest secret I had held back from sharing with Pamela - the voyeur room - reared its ugly head, everything changed. Pamela's impression of me now was that of a sick and demented pervert who got his rocks off by spying on unknowing women with the help of hidden video cameras. Really, I could not argue with that viewpoint. I had no defense. How could I possibly deny that what I had been doing for the past couple of weeks was not sick and demented? In all likelihood, Pamela now looked at me in an even lesser light than the hundreds of thousands of nameless, faceless customers she had degraded herself to in a Baltimore area strip club for the past 11 years. Knowing how little she thought of the common patron at the strip club where she was employed, Pamela could very well think of and view me as a billion times worse than any of them now. But the verbal firestorm and beat-down that Pamela brought forth upon me may have very well just been the beginning. It would not surprise me one bit if all of the other guests who Kristanna and I had brought here - Trish, Devon, Lindsay, Amy and Camille - knew about the voyeur room now as well. I could easily envision Pamela telling all of them about my nasty, little secret. Who could blame her if she chose to do just that? Was there a reason for her not to tell them? Many of the things I just said about Pamela could easily pertain to Devon as well. How could I go wrong if I went the other way, and ultimately pursued a relationship with Devon? I could not go wrong with either because Pamela and Devon were both absolutely perfect, albeit in different ways. But, any chance I had with Devon was most likely shattered now as well. I was certain Pamela had told her - as well as everyone else - about the voyeur room. All was ruined. What about Trish? Trish and I had been getting along wonderfully as of late. She and I could hold a very long and insightful conversation, and seemed to be on the cusp of a true friendship. But Trish would surely not approve of me eavesdropping on her private moments and discussions with the others. How would Trish react if she knew that I liked to stroke my cock while secretly watching her masturbate with Mr. Happy - her treasured magic wand/vibrator? I think it is safe of me to assume that it would disgust her. Lindsay? Amy? Camille? I could see it now. All six of the ladies were gathering the pitchforks from the garden shed outside, as well as any other weapon or sharp object they could find. Soon, they would burst through my door and, in a display of extreme (but justified) vengeance - shred me to within an inch of my life. If so, I would deserve it. Like everything else in my life, I had failed. I had found the ultimate woman - Pamela - who seemed intent on committing herself to the idea of a life-long relationship with me. In fact, I found two ultimate women. Devon was equally interested in me as well. But, just like everything else in my life, I had screwed it up. I flopped. I failed. I took what had been an ideal, dream scenario, and absolutely ruined it. Unfortunately, that seemed to be a recurring theme for me throughout my 39 years on this planet. I was going to spend the rest of my life all alone - in total misery. Perhaps this was my true destiny after all. To be an outcast from society who never knows happiness... - Still lying in my suite (and feeling quite miserable), I was so startled that I twitched and sat up when I felt a presence on the mattress behind me. I quickly turned around to get a glimpse of who had paid me this surprise visit. It was Kristanna, who was cradling one of her beloved animals here on the island - Bow Wow Meow (a cat) - in her arms. "Hi Jeremy," she greeted me, her voice quiet and sullen. I tried to wipe away the excess of tears which had settled and dried on my face. Although I was not the type of man who considered himself to be above crying, I did not want for anyone - especially a woman - to see me in such a weak state of mind. On the other hand, of course, Kristanna had watched me cry a time or two in the past. So this was really nothing new to her. Still, I never felt comfortable when she saw me like this. "What are you doing here?" I asked her, upset. Kristanna placed Bow Wow Meow upon my shoulder and said, "I brought you a little pussy to help cheer you up." When it was obvious that her attempt at humor was unsuccessful - I was not in the laughing mood - Kristanna grabbed the frisky feline and then set it down upon the floor. Bow Wow Meow slinked off toward its favorite corner as Kristanna looked at me and frowned. "I heard what happened, Jeremy." Something did not seem right here. Although I could not pinpoint it just yet, I knew something was wrong. Different. "Oh? What did you hear?" Kristanna took a deep breath. "I was just talking to Pamela for the past half-hour. Actually ... she was screaming at me. Pamela is horribly upset. She is just as mad at me as she is at you because I knew all about the voyeur room, too. Pamela even accused me of being a co-conspirator with you." A tear streaming down her face, Kristanna reached out and touched my arm with her right hand. "You okay, Jeremy?" Suddenly, I realized what seemed so out-of-place. "What happened to your voice?" I asked, confused. Kristanna hung her head low for a brief moment, then glanced back up at me and frowned in response. "I have wanted to tell you for the longest time, Jeremy, that I can speak perfect English. But you ... you like that wild accent I use so much. I always use it around you because you seem to enjoy it so much. But I speak perfect English. In my country, we are taught English at a very early age." I was so shocked that I could not even say anything... "I always use that accent when I meet someone new who does not speak my native language, Norwegian," she went on. "It is a way for me to get noticed, I guess. I met you four years ago, Jeremy, and you just ate my accent up. You have always told me that I sound so chippy and funny. So, I kept using it. But at the same time, as you became my close friend and someone who meant a great deal to me, I wanted you to know that I can speak perfect English, too. I ... I just never got around to it until now, I guess, because you seem to enjoy that accent so very much." Kristanna paused and continued, "Right now seems like the perfect time to let you in on my little secret. I am not here now to make you laugh. I am here to be your friend." Still stunned, I simply stared at Kristanna. Her accent was her defining quality to me. It always had been. But now, I learned, it was fake? Kristanna's accent was fake? She pouted. "I hope you're not mad, Jeremy. Again, I have kept using it for so long because I know that you enjoy it so much. I hope you do not think of it as something sneaky or manipulative on my part. I have never asked you for anything. I have not gained anything, material wise, by disguising my voice for so long. Now ... I want to come clean about it. I only spoke that way because the accent made you laugh..." "I'm not mad," I conceded. "Just a little surprised." "I was talking to Pamela," Kristanna said, returning to her original topic. "She told me what happened. Pamela is, as I mentioned, horribly upset. She almost blew up when I told her that I knew all about the voyeur room, too. But I have a feeling, Jeremy. Give Pamela a little time and she will come to her senses, and realize that you do nothing wrong with the voyeur room. She was absolutely frantic; speculating that there are live feeds of all of the girls on the Internet. That you sell videos of them for profit. I told her that no one sees those videos except you and I." Kristanna shook her head and continued, "Pamela loves you, Jeremy. Once she settles down and regains her composure, I think that I will be able to have a peaceful discussion with her about the voyeur room. I will set her straight." I chuckled in a bitter manner and shook my head at her. "If Pamela loves me, then why is our relationship over?" "It's not over," Kristanna responded. "Pamela is angry right now, Jeremy. Mad. She just needs time to cool off." "Of course it's over!" I exclaimed, the anger and rage slowly building within me. "I have a snowball's chance in HELL of EVER getting back with Pamela! Not only Pamela, but Devon too! Trish! Lindsay! Amy! Even Camille! By now, I'm certain that Pamela has told all of them about the voyeur room. They are all probably planning on what way to maim and disfigure me as we speak! I ruined everything, Kristanna!" I fell over onto my side and buried my head in the pillow. Suddenly, I found it difficult to hold back a new batch of tears while saying, "What am I going to do, Krissy? I fi-finally find someone who seems to accept me for who I am, and I ruin it." A tear escaped from my right eye and dripped onto the pillow beneath me. "It really just m-makes me start to think that I'm never going to be happy in l-life. I will spend the rest of my days, all alone, on this island." I hesitated, trying to compose myself, before going on, "All alone. Always alone, in isolation. I'll d-die here. No one will even d-discover my bo-body for six or eight months, if not longer. Maybe even YEARS." I did start to cry as I concluded, "My who-whole life ... it has been wasted up to this point. JUST WASTED!" Kristanna sighed and shook her head at me. "Apparently, you made Pamela promise you something before escorting her to the voyeur room." Kristanna paused for a short moment, then added, "You made Pamela promise that she would not tell any of the others about what you were going to show her." My eyes went wide as Kristanna explained, "Pamela is horribly upset, yes, and not thinking straight. But she is coherent enough to have told me that she never, EVER breaks a promise." I groaned as Kristanna added, "Pamela WANTS to tell all of the others about the voyeur room, but refuses to go back on her promise to you. You lucked out there, Jeremy." "But Pamela told you about the voyeur room," I countered. "She did not know that you knew about it beforehand." "I demanded an answer out of her," Kristanna mused. "I could tell that something was wrong because she was so upset when I came across her in the hobby room. I already had a pretty good idea of what may be wrong, anyway. She told me that you had showed her the voyeur room. I told her that I knew all about it myself and thus, Pamela was angry with me, too. But when I learned of Pamela's promise, I reminded her of it two or three times. I reminded her that she cannot tell any of the others. Pamela is a very good, upstanding girl, Jeremy. No matter how mad she is at you and me, she will not tell the others. I have faith that she won't." Suddenly, I felt a certain sense of relief. At least a tiny portion of relief. Trish, Devon, Lindsay, Amy and Camille were not plotting my demise at this moment in time. I could take a deep breath and rest a bit easier with that knowledge. But, there was still plenty for me to be upset about. Any chance that I had with Pamela was long gone... "I ... I'm going to die here, Kristanna. I'm going to die on this island. I will die the very same way that I have spent the vast majority of my life - alone. All alone. No one will ever c-care about me. I w-will never have th-the opportunity to be a hu-husband ... a f-f-fa-father. I will ... I will just waste away here, into absolute nothingness." I growled and ended, "I ... I think I already have." "Have what?" "Wasted away into absolute nothingness. I'm a nobody. I feel ... I feel that I have ... so much ... to give ... someone. But th-the reality ... the r-reality ... is I ... have nothing. I AM nothing. I will die here, all alone, on this island." Kristanna tilted her head to the side and looked at me for several seconds, then reached out and placed her hand atop my shoulder. She trailed it downward, momentarily massaging and caressing my back. "You choose to live here all by your lonesome, Jeremy. How many times have I asked you to move to Norway with me? How many times have I asked you to just VISIT Norway for awhile, and see what it is like?" Kristanna appeared quite agitated. "No one is forcing you to be live on this island. It's your choice." "It's been 20 years," Kristanna went on. "It has been 20 years since Victoria left you at the altar for that other girl, Jeremy. When are you FINALLY going to stand up for yourself, and release the clamp that Victoria has on you? You have not even seen or spoken to her in 20 years. It is OVER. NOTHING can change what happened that day. NOTHING! If you cannot change it, then why worry about it?" "You don't understand how humiliating that was for me." "Maybe not," Kristanna nodded. "But do you remember when your brother and sister from Ohio paid you that surprise visit last year? I was visiting you then, too. Remember? They brought all the kids with them, too." "Yeah," I answered. "You told Dan and Di that you were my girlfriend. That was ... interesting." "Your brother and sister tried to convince you to leave this island, too," Kristanna recalled. "They tried to get you to move back to Ohio with them. To re-enter the world and become an actual human being again. You told them... no. Do you remember what your reason was?" When I did not answer, Kristanna did it for me by saying, "Because seeing them reminded you of Victoria. Seeing anyone who was at your wedding reminds you of Victoria, and the humiliation that you endured. Even your own family. You have shut them out completely. That is WRONG." Kristanna shook her head. "You became an Internet tycoon 19 years ago when it was still in its infancy. You built up this huge fortune and then sold everything off 17 years ago. With all that money in your pocket, Jeremy, you buy a private island in the South Pacific and go away there to hide from the rest of civilization. By that time, you told me, Victoria had met a new man and was already married to him. She was not tormenting you, or poking fun at you because of what happened in the past. She was not doing anything." "You have so much to give someone, Jeremy. I am not talking about money, either. Not at all. Look at Pamela. Despite what just happened earlier, she worships the ground that you walk on because you are the most amazing man she has ever met in her whole life. I could say the same thing about Devon, too ... Devvy. She is crazy about you. But give Pamela a little time. Eventually, she will get over being angry and come to her senses. Then, I will explain to her that the voyeur room is nothing but a harmless fascination for you. I will make Pamela understand. Trust me on that." "How can Pamela worship the ground that I walk on, as you say, if she doesn't want to be with me anymore?" "Give her time," Kristanna reiterated. "Jeremy, YOU are not thinking logically, either. Pamela is a smart girl. She is not going to let one imperfection about you ruin her image of you as a whole person. Give her time to cool down. I think that I will try talking to her again in the morning." "It will never work, Kristanna," I groaned. "Even if Pamela and I got back together - which we won't, but even if we do - I would screw it up somehow. I always do." I shook my head and ended, "I've been a failure my whole life. I am the definition of a total failure..." Kristanna narrowed her eyes at me and asked, "Have you been taking your medication lately?" "YES, I HAVE!" I sniped in response. "I didn't mean to make you angry..." "If I can't get Pamela to want to be with me ... then I'll never be happy," I told her. "Pamela is perfect for me. I think I am perfect for her. If I cannot get her to like me, then WHO CAN I get? Devon? Eventually, if I choose to go after a relationship with Devon, she would have to learn about the voyeur room and its existence, too. Devon would HATE ME, Kristanna. She would HATE ME!" I shook my head and fretted, "Just what I said earlier - I will spend the rest of my life on this Godforsaken island, and die here. Who in their right mind would love me anyway? Maybe that is the thing, Kristanna. Pamela discovered what type of person I am. Even if she never knew about the voyeur room, Pamela would have still discovered what type of person I am. It is my destiny to be alone in life!" "What type of person are you?" "The type who has been to dozens of psychiatrists over the past 20 years. The type who has spent a cumulative of four months in nine different mental hospitals. And the type who is jacked up to his eyeballs on anti-depressants. All because of what Victoria did to me 20 years ago!" My body actually began to tremble and vibrate from all of the negative energy. "Who wants to be with someone like me? Pamela would have realized all of this eventually. So would Devon ... and anyone else, for that matter." "Pamela and Devvy would both love you regardless of whatever problems you have, or THINK you have," Kristanna insisted. "God, Jeremy! Get a grip of yourself. Use some logic here. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself!" "Devon? Devon would want nothing to do with me once she learns of all the problems that I have. Because of her own problems - the drug incident from high school and the fact that her parents have somehow shut her out of their lives completely - she needs someone with minimal baggage in life." Island Fever Ch. 20 "Devvy needs someone who will love and care for her, and treat her the way she deserves to be treated - with love and respect," Kristanna contended. "You would give her that, Jeremy, and so much more. Again, I could say the same for Pamela. Pamela is already wildly in love with you, Jeremy. You have treated her like royalty since the very moment you met her at the airport over in Lima. You don't think that Pamela realizes that? That she appreciates that?" I shook my head once more, not wanting to listen to any of those words. "No one would love me, Krissy, once they get to know me. I'm just ... I'm all screwed up. I'm a FAILURE!" "I know you, Jeremy. And... I love you." "What?" "I love you." "WHAT?" "I've known you for four years, Jeremy. I've been coming to visit you for four years. I have logged nearly 250,000 airline miles to fly here and visit you. You've poured your entire heart and soul out to me. You've told me all of your little secrets. Even your dark secrets ... you have told me them as well. And I still love you. I always have." I was dumbfounded. "You ... you mean as a friend, right?" She shook her head and replied, "No." "You're interested in me as a ... a BOYFRIEND?" Kristanna chuckled ever-so-softly and shook her head to that as well. "No, not exactly. I'm interested in you a LOT more than just a boyfriend. Something ever-lasting." Kristanna had dropped little hints here-and-there about her true feelings for me, but I dismissed them without a great deal of thought or consideration. I simply figured that I was reading too much into what she said, or that I was perceiving her advances (and her cryptic messages to me in Norwegian) wrong. This was my best friend here... "Why haven't you told me this in the past?" Kristanna took a deep breath. "I tried. Many times. I tried to convince you to go with me to Norway, but you always refused. You wanted to stay on this island rather than be with me. It just got to the point between us where I figured that you were completely incapable of looking at me as anything other than your friend." "I tried to convince you to stay with me on the island..." "Why should I want to stay here?" Kristanna countered. "My whole life is back in Norway. Momma and Papa, my sister and her kids, all of the friends and relatives that I grew up with. I love my family SOOOOO much. I miss them so much. That is the difference, Jeremy. I have a reason to go back to Norway. You have NO REASON to stay on this island. If you really wanted a new start in life, where no one would know about your past, Norway would have been the perfect place for you. You could have started over, but you would have had me by your side. I would have helped you, Jeremy, adjust to my country. Why should I stay on this island? Why should YOU stay here? It is more important for you to live in this tropic of eros that you call home, and be miserable, than to go to Norway and pursue a life with me." "I never looked at you as anything more than a friend!" I exclaimed, trying to defend myself. "I had no reason to because I thought you felt the same way about me!" Kristanna frowned for a moment, then nodded her head in response. "Maybe I should have told you my true feelings a long time ago. But again, it just got to the point where I thought you were incapable of looking at me as anything more than your friend. So ... I accepted that as fact. Plus, I did not want to say or do anything that would jeopardize our friendship. I do love you, yes. But I also look at you as my best friend, Jeremy. I have for a long, long time." Kristanna glanced up at the Heavens for an instant, then re-focused upon me. Suddenly, there were tears in her eyes. "I would do anything for you, Jeremy. I really would. That is why I helped you bring all of these girls to the island in the first place. You're incapable of looking at me as your girl, and I accept that." Kristanna paused for a long moment, trying to find the right words to continue her speech with. "I know it may sound totally crazy on my part, but if I can't have you for myself ... I want you to hook up with one of these girls - Pamela or Devvy, or Trish, Lindsay, Amy, Camille. With or without me, Jeremy, all I want is for you to be HAPPY! It is all I have EVER wanted for you! V-Victoria hurt you so much 20 years ago. She destroyed you! If I had one wish in life, it would be for you to be happy. You deserve it!" Once again, I found myself totally speechless. If I read this situation correctly, Kristanna was in love with me. But my happiness was far more important to her than her own needs. If she could not have me as a romantic interest in her life, Kristanna still cared about me so much that she wanted to pair me up with someone who would, in her own mind, make me happy. I was stunned by her gracious words... "I cannot tell you all the many times back home in Norway when I thought about you, Jeremy." Kristanna's voice began to break and squeak as she conveyed, "I went to parties with my friends. I would go out with my family for a night on the town. I'm a happy and jovial person. I like to laugh and have a good time. So, I ALWAYS had a good time when I went out with friends or family." Kristanna gulped her throat. "Then I thought about you. While I'm out with my family, my friends ... having fun, I knew you were all alone on this island. Probably lying in bed, feeling all empty and depressed. Even worse, probably lying in the d-d-dark. It always made me start to cry..." Kristanna shielded her eyes and, indeed, began sobbing. "I ... I felt so horribly GUILTY! The man I love, the man I want to be with ... I left him all alone for three or four weeks at a time! THAT is why I suggested you bring a group of girls here, Jeremy! I just want you to be happy. It is at the point now where it doesn't matter if it's with me or not. I just want you to be HAPPY! It would make me happy! In fact, NOTHING would make me more happy!" "Sweetheart, I don't even know what to say..." "Maybe Trish and Camille are not really interested in you the way you and I wish they were," Kristanna commented, regaining her composure and wiping away her tears. "Lindsay is too young for you after all - just as I predicted she would be months ago. Amy is DEFINITELY not relationship material. You are not interested in any of those four as a possible wife anyway, and that is a very good thing. But Pamela and Devvy, Jeremy ... both of them are crazy for you. I WOULD NOT TELL YOU that you and Pamela still have a future with each other if it wasn't true! But if you really think that you're finished with Pamela, try Devvy. Devvy would welcome you into her life and her heart with open arms!" "I thought you had designs on Devon, Krissy," I countered. "You have been wild and crazy about her since the very first moment that you met her. She is crazy about you, too." "Kanskje alle tre av oss kunne flytter til Norge..." "What did you just say?" I demanded. "Tell me!" Kristanna shook her head. "Nothing, Jeremy. Nothing." "TELL ME!" "I don't want you to take it the wrong way." "I won't take it the wrong way if you tell me what it is that you just said," I insisted. "PLEASE! You're being all open and honest with me tonight. No more cryptic messages!" Kristanna sighed and took a deep breath. "I said ... maybe all three of us could move ... to ... to Norway. Me ... you and Devvy. That ... that would be the best-case scenario for me." "The three of us? All together?" "If Pamela wanted to come along, that would be wonderful, too," Kristanna said. "The four of us could be a family. There would be so much happiness. And we would see to it that you would never even THINK about Victoria again! But I ... I know you would never go for that. Not only do you never want to leave this island paradise of yours, but you do not look at me in that kind of a way - as a lover. That is fine, though. It really is. I ... I understand." I was silent, allowing those words to sink in. "I remember the first time I saw you some four years ago," Kristanna pined. "It was at the Inca ruins over in Peru, at Machu Picchu. Do you remember that, Jeremy? You were looking at one of the exhibits in the village outside of the temple. I was with Momma and Papa. Momma was laughing at me, saying that I was drooling at the mouth, looking at you. She was the one who convinced me to go over and talk to you. I was apprehensive about it because I did not know you at all, and I was thousands of miles away from my homeland. A Norwegian girl approaching an American man on Peruvian soil. That just seems ... off." Kristanna frowned and sighed. "Unfortunately, that wild accent of mine came out when I introduced myself to you." "I ... I always liked your accent," I told her. "Whether it was real or not, I ... I liked it." I paused, thinking about what she had just told me. "You were drooling?" "Literally, yes," Kristanna answered, a slight giggle in her voice. "Not figuratively." "Why?" "You want me to be honest?" "Of course I do." Kristanna took a little time before finally explaining, "I believe that there are maybe two or three people in a person's life, Jeremy, that when they see them for the first time, the only thought that comes to their mind is WOW. I felt that way about you when I saw you at the ruins. To be totally honest, I have only felt that way about one other person in my entire life. That was when I was still in school - her name was Helga - and it was a long time ago." "Your favorite girlfriend, Helga?" Kristanna first hesitated, then smiled. "I saw you at Machu Picchu that first day, Jeremy, and I was just blown away. I mean, completely blown away. When I initially laid my eyes on you, I was like... WOW. Again, honestly - I was so much in love with you from that very first moment." "For whatever reason, I had this sense about you. It wasn't because of the way you looked, either. Rather, I saw you as someone who was extremely nice and caring; very loving and peaceful. You were the perfect man for me. I knew this even before you and I said one word to each other." "But you know what?" Kristanna added, grinning. "You turned out to be even BETTER than perfect for me, Jeremy. I learned that over the course of time. I couldn't believe it. You are so generous and thoughtful. You do good, ultra-nice things for others like it is nothing. And you are so very understanding. You're everything I've ever wanted in a man." "Never before did I ever believe that I would find a man, or even a woman, who I felt this strongly about. But you turned out to be that person, Jeremy - moreso than Helga, or my first boyfriend from Norway, Mubbashir, or anyone else. You know how much I love and care for Devvy. I am wild and crazy over her. LOCO over her. But my feelings for that girl do not even come close to comparing with my feelings for you. There is no way. No way at all." After taking a deep breath, Kristanna offered her most sincere smile and added, "I want you to be my universe. I would do anything for you. Anything AT ALL to make you happy. I ... I love you more than you'll ever know. I do." ... Okay... This was my best friend here, saying things to me that I thought I would NEVER hear from her. I was flabbergasted! Also feeling the effects of that long and very emotional proclamation, Kristanna wiped a new flow of tears away from her eyes. Sniffing her nose, she then offered me a faint laugh and croaked, "Do you know how lon-long I have wanted to say th-that to you, Jeremy?" Kristanna hid her face for an instant and concluded, "You h-have no idea how l-l-long..." "Why ... why ... am I ... p-p-per-perfect ... for you?" I could barely get the words out myself! Kristanna shook her head. "Why don't you look in the mirror for starters? That is your biggest problem, Jeremy. You do not give yourself any credit whatsoever. Pamela thinks you are hot and sexy. Devvy thinks you are hot and sexy. Lindsay, Amy. I think you are hot and sexy. I would even say that Trish thinks that you are hot and sexy, too! You, though, call yourself plain and ordinary." "But it goes beyond the way you look, obviously," she continued. "Beneath all of that depression is a very warm and loving person. Look at what you have done for Devvy. Look at how you treat her. Devvy has asked me several times over the past two weeks if this is really the type of person you are. If you are REALLY this sincere, this gracious, this warm and caring. Pamela has asked me the same type of questions. Both of them wanted to know if it was an act or not. Even Camille asked! I told them it was no act. This is the type of person that you really are. You're so humble, so giving, so incredibly sweet, Jeremy. That is the sexiest thing about you, if you ask me - your good nature." My heart was fluttering with positive emotions - and a very sudden, overwhelming sense of love and devotion - as Kristanna mused, "It is my personal goal for you to have found the girl of your dreams before the next three or so weeks are up. Whether it is Pamela or Devvy, or even one of the others, as long as you are happy... I will be happy." I was quiet for a few seconds, but finally mustered enough courage to say, "I think I'd be happiest with you, Krissy..." ***End of Chapter 20*** Island Fever Ch. 21 Chapter 21: "Rapprochment" --------------------------------------------- Dear Applicant, Thank you for your interest in Project: Island Fever. My name is Jeremy and, as the overseer of this program, I am extremely pleased that you would like more information on spending six weeks of your life with me on the island that I call home in the South Pacific. To begin the application process, I respectfully request that you fill out the basic information sheet that you see below and mail it back to me by no later than December 31, 2012. If there are any questions that you prefer not to answer (or do not know the answer to), you may simply leave them blank. Once your basic information sheet is received, it will be evaluated and reviewed and, if it meets certain criteria, you will receive a more detailed application and accompanying questionnaire in the mail by no later than January 21, 2013. If you are one of the (only) six women who are ultimately chosen to take part in Project: Island Fever, you will be compensated for your time, effort and energy at no less than $100,000 USD. Much more information concerning compensation and what will be expected of you is available in the 19 page booklet that was also included in this mailing. If, for whatever reason, you are no longer interested in taking part in this project, simply discard this letter and do not respond. You will not be contacted/bothered again. I hope that you are interested, though, and that you take the time to fill out the following information sheet and send it back to me at the return address listed on the previous page. Remember, the deadline date is December 31, 2012! Thank you -- Jeremy [Last Name] Please answer the questions below in your own words: ------- FULL NAME: Pamela Annabeth [Last Name] ADDRESS: [Street Address] [City Name], MD [Zip Code] HOME TELEPHONE: (410)xxx-xxxx CELL TELEPHONE: (410)xxx-xxxx E-MAIL ADDRESS: [Username]@Yahoo.com BIRTHDATE: 1/5/1983 ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn WHERE BORN: Nottingham, MD FATHER NAME: John MOTHER NAME: Carol BROTHERS AND SISTERS, NAMES AND AGES: Two sisters - Paula (34) and Candice (26) PETS - WHAT KINDS AND NAMES: Hadley, a golden retriever dog HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE?: Yes DID/ARE YOU ATTEND/ING COLLEGE?: Yes IF YES, WHERE?: Towson University ARE YOU STILL ATTENDING?: Yes DID YOU GRADUATE?: No COLLEGE DEGREE?: No EMPLOYED AS: Exotic Dancer EMPLOYED WHERE: [Strip Club Name] in [City Name], MD LENGTH OF EMPLOYMENT: 11 years MOST PREVIOUS JOB (IF ANY): McDonald's (1998-2002) -- PERSONAL STATISTICS -- HEIGHT: 5-6 COLOR HAIR: Blonde WEIGHT: 120 COLOR EYES: Brown SHIRT SIZE: Medium DRESS SIZE: 4 - 5 TROUSER, IN-SEAM: SHOE SIZE: 8-M MEASUREMENTS: 38D-24-35 RING SIZE: 4-1/2 -- FAVORITES -- ACTOR: Matt Damon ACTRESS: Mila Kunis SINGER: Christina Aguilera FOOD: Tacos! CITY: Washington, DC COUNTRY (OTHER THAN USA): ANIMAL: Dog FLOWER: Lilacs CAR: Lotus Elise TV SHOW: Game of Thrones MOVIE: Titanic PERFUME: Very Sexy by Victoria's Secret COLOR: Yellow STYLE OF CLOTHES: Form-fitting? FAVORITE EVENING ON THE TOWN (DESCRIBE IN DETAIL): I'm not the type to go out often; a romantic night at home is more my style. But when I do go out, I prefer it to be fun. Perhaps a nice dinner and movie, then something simple like ice skating or a moonlit boat ride on the lake or in the ocean. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A MALE/FEMALE?: Honesty and sincerity are the two biggest traits. I want someone to look past what I do for a living and get to know and love me as a person. No luck so far. DESCRIBE YOUR CURRENT FANTASY IN DETAIL: To overcome the deficiencies that I have and achieve my potential as a human being. In my utopia I would not have to hide anything about myself, be it my job or otherwise. I would have the motivation to start and end tasks when they appear. My life would be free of stress and sleepless nights. I would be happy because I am productive and successful, and have a positive influence on friends and family alike. (I hope this question was not of the sexual nature. If so, sorry!) MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Years ago I was in the hospital recovering from surgery and was really amped up on medication. My mom and dad came to visit and I felt uncomfortable to be lying there in just a hospital gown in front of dad, so I decided to cover myself. I went to grab the sheet, but grabbed the hospital gown instead and pulled it right up to my neck. So there I was in all my naked glory, clutching the hospital gown tightly while my dad squirmed and did his best to look away. Being in a drug induced haze I slapped at my mom's hand as she tried to pull the gown back down, wondering why she would try to do such a thing (I thought I was clutching a bed sheet or cover). It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening; I felt embarassed and apologized to my dad for such an awkward situation. LIST SOME PREFERRED HOBBIES: READING! I LOVE to read! Give me any just about any book and I will be a happy gal. PLEASE GIVE A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOURSELF AS A PERSON: I am a passive person. I am sweet. I think I am kind and gentle, too. I am not the impulsive type; I like to think things through and make informed decisions. I am conservative - especially with money. I have plenty of insecurities and sometimes dwell too much on them. And I hate it when others judge me. Doesn't everybody? ------- Sighing, I took a deep breath and shook my head as I reviewed Pamela's initial application - dated 12/26/2012 - for the island here within my private suite. Following a highly emotional evening when Pamela claimed that she no longer wanted me to be in her life - because I eavesdropped on her and the others with the help of the voyeur room - preceded by the surprise proclamation of love between Kristanna and yours truly, I felt drained. Totally drained. I looked at the starter applications for all of the ladies quite often. I do not know exactly why, but it was a hobby of mine when given the opportunity. I even made mention of Devon's application in an earlier chapter. This morning, however, I had read and reviewed Pamela's personal file a countless number of times. What happened last night with her was quite painful. It was beyond painful. Although I had every intention of pursuing a bona-fide relationship and commitment with Kristanna, I still felt horribly downtrodden and guilty because Pamela was so angry at me. Of course, she had every right to be. Who could blame her? I had betrayed Pamela's trust and violated her privacy - as well as all of the others' - by eavesdropping on them in their most private and intimate moments. A frown came to my face as I admired Pamela's stylish, elegant handwriting in blue upon the application. I never thought that I could have a worse, more pitiful feeling than I did when Victoria, my ex-fiancee, left me standing at the altar for another woman some 20 years ago. The events of that fateful day nearly destroyed my psyche. Believe it or not, though, but Pamela being so horribly upset at me and my actions was much more damaging than what Victoria had ever done to me. I felt terrible because, essentially, I had hurt Pamela. That was the worst thing of all. I was the one to blame. No one else was at fault. My wish was that I could have the opportunity to explain to Pamela that the voyeur room was nothing but a harmless kink of mine. I did not eavesdrop on her and the others with any malice in my heart. I did not sell the computer files and DVD discs for profit. Nor was there a feed of everything that happened here broadcasting live on the Internet. But I had literally zero chance of being able to convince Pamela of this because she refused to talk to me. Like any normal man if put in my position, I simply enjoyed watching the girls in their private moments. I do not believe that there is any man out there in the world who would not do the same, exact thing that I do if presented with the opportunity. The voyeur room gave me an additional insight to who all of the girls were as people. In my mind, at least, my voyeuristic tendencies were quite harmless. I did nothing wrong with the footage. Nothing at all. Was it wrong of me to eavesdrop on them in their private moments? Yes, it was. Absolutely. I was not disputing that. But things stopped there. The footage did not go beyond my eyes (or Kristanna's). The archives would not fall into the wrong hands. I would never allow it. Unfortunately, Pamela did not see things that way. Even worse, she absolutely refused to speak with me anymore. Thus, I did not even have the opportunity to get her to see things my way. Someone who once had pure, genuine feelings for me now hated me with a passion. It was all my fault. Pamela had originally come to my room last night, I presume, to profess her undying love and devotion for me. That was the general vibe I got, at least, judging by her conversation with Trish from the central room just moments earlier. I kind of messed that whole thing up, huh? "Where is Kristanna?" I asked out loud, glancing at my wristwatch. My Norwegian angel said at 8:03am that she was going off to the kitchen to grab us an early breakfast - perhaps a couple of doughnuts and some milk. That was 15 minutes ago. Kristanna should have been back by now. Curious, I took another deep breath and then glanced at the opposite wall, which concealed the voyeur room. After a moment or two of thought, I nodded my head and slowly rose to my feet. The voyeur room would tell me where Kristanna - plus my milk and doughnuts morning snack - was. That was another thing. I skipped dinner last evening and now, as a result, felt incredibly hungry. ------- A short time later, my eyes swelled with an equal amount of interest and fright as I spotted Kristanna engaged with Pamela in what appeared to be a heated argument on one of the surveillance monitors here within the voyeur room. From my initial glance, at least, it seemed as if Kristanna was giving Pamela a hard lecture in the foyer. "Go away, Kristanna!" Pamela demanded, obviously upset. Defiant, the 23-year-old shook her head and snapped, "I am sorry, but I am not about to go away. Think about what you are doing, Pamela. Think about what you are saying. Get a grip on yourself! You don't want to leave Jeremy." "Go away!" Pamela insisted once more, her arms now folded. "Are you really going to leave Jeremy?" "It's not fair that he spies on us!" "Who cares about fair? It is love, Pamela. Love. Love is not fair sometimes, but it is still there. It is the single, greatest feeling in the whole, wide world. You and Jeremy are so right for one another. Why give that up?" "What do you think I should do?" Pamela huffed. "Should I go back to Jeremy and throw my arms around him, forgive him?" "I see no reason why you shouldn't." "I don't know who Jeremy is!" Pamela roared. "I thought I did, but I don't. I cannot believe that he spies on us! No decent, upstanding man would do such a thing!" Kristanna shifted her weight from one foot to the other and stared at Pamela with both hands on her hips. "Jeremy is the type of man that comes around once in a lifetime. I know that, Pamela, and so do you. He would do anything for you. He would risk everything to be with you." Kristanna hesitated for a moment, then added, "And you're about to walk away from him because you don't like a little kink of his?" "A LITTLE KINK?" Pamela erupted. "I mean, seriously? Is that what you call it? A LITTLE KINK?" "Yes. And a harmless one at that." It was at this moment in time when I fully realized that Kristanna was attempting to reconcile Pamela with me. That was great and everything ... but why would Kristanna want to do that? After last night, at least, Kristanna and I had mutually agreed to pursue a relationship with each other from now on. Had she changed her mind? "If Jeremy is not the one for you, Pamela, walk away. Break the man's heart. You just BETTER MAKE SURE that you do not have any second thoughts about it, because there is no coming back. Myself, I do know that Jeremy thinks the absolute world of you. I have known the man for four years. Four years! I have never seen him any happier than he has been when with you during these past couple of weeks. You want to give everything up, Pamela, all because you do not like a small portion of who he is as a whole person?" Kristanna shook her and added, "If so ... then you are crazy. You are crazy, and stupid. VERY stupid." "I am not stupid!" "I love Jeremy, Pamela. I want him to be happy. It is all that I have ever wanted for him. He is a wonderful man, a great man who would do anything to make you happy. How many times have you told me this yourself? Never again will you find a man who is more sincere, thoughtful and loving than Jeremy. HOW MANY TIMES have you told me that same, exact thing? How many times have you talked in such glowing terms about him to your two best friends on the island, Trish and Amy? Have they ever disagreed with you?" "Think about what you are giving up," Kristanna continued, her speech strong, and full of passion. "If there is any part of you that still wants to love Jeremy, find it, and draw from it. Dig deep and find it." "But I can guarantee you one thing, Pamela. Go home like you claim that you want to do. Do it. A week from now, you are going to be so incredibly mad at yourself for making the single, biggest mistake of your entire life." "Think about all of the many times since you and I met each other that you have told me how attracted you are to Jeremy. Think about all of the times that you have told me that he is the sweetest and most wonderful man you have ever met. No man could be more wonderful than Jeremy. You have told me that a COUNTLESS number of times. Think about it, Pamela. Use your brain. DON'T DO THIS. DON'T LEAVE." "Go ahead if you want to," Kristanna sniped, pointing toward the closed door of the foyer. "Go ahead and leave. LEAVE! Go back to your life in Maryland. Go back to the strip club where you bump and grind on stranger's lap after stranger's lap for dollar bills, and maybe the occasional five or ten. Go back to your old life and get treated like an inanimate object by every single customer you talk to and come across. Go back to it!" Kristanna nodded her head for emphasis. "If you think that life is better than what Jeremy - as well as myself - would provide you with here on the island, be my guest. Go right ahead, and go home. I will wish you the best." Finally able to get a word in edge-wise, Pamela stayed on the defensive by countering, "You don't think that Jeremy is doing anything wrong with all those hidden video cameras?" "No." Pamela threw her arm out in pure anger and huffed, "Well, of course you don't think so! You are in on it with him! You know all about him spying on us!" "You already know that you and all of the other girls were brought here because Jeremy was hoping to meet his eventual bride," Kristanna said. "The original intent of the voyeur room - that is what we call it - was that Jeremy could listen in to what everyone said about him behind his back. The man is worth two billion dollars in American money, Pamela. He wanted to be sure that whomever he chose to be with liked him for the type of person that he is ... NOT his bank account." "Money never once entered into my line of thinking when it came to Jeremy!" Pamela seemed even more upset now. "I could care less if he has two billion dollars or two cents! All I have ever wanted is someone who is nice and loving ... someone who treats me good. Someone who is HONEST! Until last night, I thought that person was Jeremy!" "No man is more honest than Jeremy." "BULLSHIT!" Pamela exploded, which caused me to hang my head low here in the voyeur room. Obviously, she was very angry now. I had never heard Pamela use such a hateful tone of voice - or that specific word - until just now. "How did he lie to you?" Kristanna insisted. "How was he dishonest with you? Everything that man has said to you, Pamela, has been the God's honest truth. The one thing that he held back from you - the voyeur room - he fessed up about it. But he was honest about it. It took some time, yes, but he eventually fessed up about it and came clean. Jeremy NEVER ONCE lied to you. He would NEVER lie to you." Pamela folded her arms and glared at Kristanna. "I do not see how you can possibly stand up for him like this!" "The voyeur room made Jeremy notice you and realize that your feelings for him were totally pure and sincere a lot quicker than he would have without it," Kristanna advised her. "Jeremy is paranoid, Pamela. Anyone with the amount of money that he has is paranoid when it comes to dating and relationships. But thanks to the voyeur room, he heard all of the many wonderful things that you said about him to the others on the island. About how you were in love with him from the very outset. Jeremy's ultimate fear is that he will fall in love with some gold-digger who cares only about his money and not him, marry her and then, a year or two later, she files for divorce and cleans out his bank account. That would probably not hurt him all that much. What WOULD hurt him, though, is that he thought the woman was in love with him when, in fact, she wasn't. Jeremy is in no condition to have his heart broken AGAIN." Kristanna paused for a brief moment, then continued, "He wants the same things out of life that you do, Pamela. The same, exact things. He wants to be loved. He wants to know that the love is pure and sincere. Jeremy wants to be happy. That man cares about you so very much. YOU care about him." Upset, Pamela actually growled like a wild animal. "You keep going on about Jeremy and how wonderful he is. You say I should look past this ONE LITTLE INDISCRETION of his ... a LITTLE KINK you called it, I believe. Let me tell you something - spying on us with hidden cameras is NOT a LITTLE INDISCRETION. It is NOT a minor thing." "Being a stripper for the past 11 years is not a minor thing, either." With those words, Kristanna seemed to upset Pamela even more. "But you know what? Jeremy looked past it. Jeremy looked right past the fact that you are a stripper, Pamela. He looked past the fact that you have bumped and ground your ass - your MONEY-MAKER - over tens of thousands of cocks throughout the years." Now, Pamela brought a hand to her face and almost started to cry. Ashamed, she hid her face from Kristanna. "Jeremy looked past that," the Norwegian continued. "He looked past that indiscretion of yours and all he really saw was a warm, beautiful, friendly woman with a pretty smile and a heart of pure gold. He also saw a woman who, just like him, was lonely, and in need of some serious T-L-C." "Jeremy doesn't look at you as a stripper, Pamela. He isn't wired that way. Jeremy doesn't even THINK of you as a stripper. You know what he envisions you as? A librarian. Jeremy says you would make a good librarian." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and said, "Considering how much you love books, I really cannot disagree with him on that." "In fact, Jeremy looks past the indiscretions of almost EVERYONE," she continued. "He refuses to look at you as a stripper, Pamela. He told me that he never even wants you to give him a lap dance again - no matter how much it turns him on. Look at Amy. Jeremy keeps saying that she is a good and genuine person. I do not want to say that he ignores it, but he looks past the fact that Amy is trying to manipulate Lindsay for her own greed. He looks past the fact that Amy is so brash and can be so offensive at times, and all he sees is this good and genuine person that we keep hearing she is." Island Fever Ch. 21 "That is one of my favorite things of all about Jeremy," Kristanna mused. "All he sees is the good in people. It has hurt him in the past and others have took advantage of him because of it, but I still think it is a wonderful quality for him to have. I do not believe you would take advantage of it, Pamela. I know I wouldn't. Neither would Devvy." There was 10 seconds of total silence between them. "Look, I am not going to stand here and argue with you any longer," Kristanna declared, rubbing her bleary eyes with two balled fists. "If you REALLY want to go home, neither Jeremy nor myself will stand in your way. But know this - Jeremy wants you to stay. I want you to stay. Myself, I am not EVER going to leave Jeremy again. I love the man and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I have no plans of going back to Norway unless he is with me." "But think about it, Pamela. There is a real possibility of something so special between us, Pamela ... the FOUR of us. Me, you, Devvy and Jeremy. It will take a lot of work ... but given time, the four of us could be a family. We would treat you with all of the love and respect that you could handle. MORE than you could handle, in fact. Jeremy loves you with all of his heart and soul. I could easily learn to feel the same way. So could Devvy." Tears began to form within Kristanna's eyes as she finished, "I believe that it would be a really big mistake on your part if you passed this opportunity up, and let it go by the wayside." Holding back her own flow of tears, Pamela sighed and glanced downward. I did not know whether or not those strong words had changed her mind, but Pamela was clearly somewhat shaken and not near as angry as before. I was quickly learning that Kristanna had a way with words! "Find the part of yourself that wants to love Jeremy," Kristanna reiterated. "Find it, and draw from it. Else, you will be making the biggest mistake of your life by leaving him, and going home." Kristanna sniffed her nose and added, "I don't want you to go back to that strip club. Jeremy is right - you are SO MUCH BETTER than that." "I want you to stay here, so we can take care of you, and give you what you rightly deserve. The four of us ... we could take care of each other. We could be so happy, Pamela. So happy. IF Jeremy did anything wrong or sneaky with the voyeur room, I would not allow him to continue to use it. I would never stand for it. You must realize that!" Kristanna turned and pointed toward the exit of the foyer. "I'm going back to Jeremy's room. I can't say anything more to try and convince you that Jeremy is, indeed, a great guy. It is your choice, Pamela. Go back home to Maryland if you want. Jeremy and I could have you on an airline flight back to the United States this afternoon if you wish. "I ... I hope you decide to stay, though. Jeremy loves you. I could easily fall in love with you, too. So could Devvy. You have the possibility of THREE PEOPLE who would give anything at all to make you happy. I hope you realize that. Isn't being happy all you have ever wanted?" Kristanna wiped an excess of tears away from her eyes and sniffed her nose again. "I will be in Jeremy's room if you reach your decision. If anything, I hope that you take some time to think about it beforehand. You leave this island, Pamela, and there is no coming back. You leave ... not only will you break Jeremy's heart, but worst of all ... you will break your own heart. Please ... think about it." With those words, Kristanna turned and exited the foyer. ------- Once it became clear that Kristanna was returning to my personal suite - instead of grabbing a few doughnuts and a glass of milk from the kitchen as she originally intended - I rose out of my chair and quickly exited the voyeur room. I promptly went to the entrance of my private bedroom, and waited for Kristanna to make an appearance at the other end of the long corridor. When she did, I rushed forward and closed the distance between us, and hugged her fiercely. "Did you watch?" was her question, as she clutched me with both arms in return. "Yes," I answered, planting a simple kiss upon her cheek. "Most of it, at least. I saw what I needed to see." "Is Pamela coming here, too?" "I don't know," I said, which brought a definite frown to Kristanna's face. "I left the voyeur room right after your little talk with her was over." After ending the embrace and stepping back, I placed a hand under Kristanna's chin and gazed into her tear-stained eyes. "You are the one who is perfect for me, sweetheart. No one else but you." I kissed away a few of those tears and smiled, "You are my girl." "I believe that the three of us - me, you and Devvy - are perfect for each other," the young woman corrected me. "But you care for and love Pamela very deeply as well, Jeremy. Because of that, Pamela deserves every opportunity to be a part of our life as well." "You'd be happy with a four-way relationship?" "Yes," she nodded. "Maybe even a four-way marriage." My eyes wide, I allowed those powerful words to sink in and register as I stared at Kristanna for several seconds. I really liked this aggressive and forthright side of her. "We will probably have to tell Devon about the voyeur room eventually as well. It is very possible that she has the same reaction Pamela did - if not worse." "You don't need to worry about that." "Oh?" I wondered. "Why is that?" "I told Devon about the voyeur room last week." "YOU DID WHAT?" I exclaimed, literally jumping out of my shoes and hitting the ceiling. "WH ... WHY?" "Don't worry about it, Jeremy," Kristanna responded, even giggling at my reaction. "I told Devvy all about the voyeur room last week. I have been preparing the three of us for a long-term relationship. I told her all about it, and she is fine. You have nothing to worry about." "Devon is FINE?" I blurted out, still shocked at what Kristanna had said to me. "What was her reaction?" "Very upset at first, but we talked about it," Kristanna nodded. "I explained to her many of the same things that I just did to Pamela. Eventually, Devvy changed her mind completely. After giving everything some thought, Devvy said you spying on all of us was kind of hot." "HOT?" I was dumbfounded. "Any other man doing it except for you, she would have been offended," the 23-year-old explained. "But Devvy quickly realized, Jeremy, that you would never do anything wrong with the footage. She said that knowing that YOU were watching her as she had sex with the others ... it really turned her on." "Wow..." was all I could say in response, my eyes wide. "ÄuGud ... nei!" Kristanna suddenly exploded in her native tongue, even stepping away from me and looking angry. "What?" I wondered, confused. She shook her head and frowned at me. "Oh God ... no. That is what I said. I forgot your milk and doughnuts! I am so sorry, Jeremy! I was on my way to the kitchen when I came across Pamela. She was still very mad from last night, obviously, and then we started arguing a bit." Kristanna frowned again and appeared somewhat antsy. "Can you forgive me, Jeremy? I will go to the kitchen and get your food now." "That will not be necessary," I gently remarked, glancing over Kristanna's shoulder at the person who suddenly appeared at the far end of the corridor. Once Kristanna realized that I was fixated on a certain individual over her shoulder, she quickly turned her head around and groaned at the sight. "Pamela!" With a collection of tears all her own, Pamela meandered forward and looked at both of us with a distant, troubled expression on her face. Kristanna quickly broke away from me and went over to Pamela, only to throw both arms around her in a wild, emotional embrace. More tears streaked down Pamela's face as she returned Kristanna's embrace with one of her own. I got the sense that Pamela was going to say... "I'm so s-sorry, Je-Jeremy." Pamela rubbed her hands over and across Kristanna's back several times in succession, but kept her eyes trained upon me. "Kr-Kri-Kristanna is right ... I ... I should h-have never doubted your w-words in the first place, J-Jeremy." A wide, ear-to-ear smile came to my own face as Pamela added, "I would be h-honored if you were to be gracious to allow me into your life..." "Of course!" Kristanna exclaimed, overcome with happiness. "Jeremy has to agree to it, too," Pamela murmured, her eyes studying me intently. She released Kristanna from her arms and slowly stepped my way. The tears really started to flow once she closed the distance between us and pined, "I'm so sorry for slapping you across the face like I did last night, Jeremy. I ... I've never done anything like that, b-before." "Come here," I said, my arms extended. Pamela immediately stepped into them and we shared our own loving embrace. At the same time, Kristanna held both hands to her mouth and looked at us with an equal mixture of relief and joy on her face. Soon, she stepped forward to join us, and gently patted Pamela upon the back of her shoulder. "What made you change your mind, honey?" Pamela turned and looked at Kristanna directly in the eyes. "You did." She grasped Kristanna's right hand with her own and forged a smile. "Just ... if you say that neither of you use that secret room in a bad way, I ... I believe you. I ... I WANT to believe you. I NEED to believe you. I really have no reason NOT to believe you. It just ... it took me a little time to ... to re-realize ... that." With her back turned to me, I placed my hands on either side of Pamela's waist and rested my chin where her arm and shoulder met, near her neck. At the same time, she reached back with her left arm and hooked it around my torso. I kissed her neck and murmured, "There is no need for you to apologize to me, sweetheart. I deserved to be slapped." Kristanna giggled and suddenly brought an open palm up and held it just a couple of inches from my exposed face. "I will be happy to slap you if you want, Jeremy! I will have lots of fun doing it, too!" Ahh ... that legendary sense of humor. Kristanna was a Godsend for me. "I think he has been slapped enough," Pamela frowned. Kristanna made a fist and warned me with a grin, "I'll put a pop-knot on your forehead big enough to hang a spare tire on." I chuckled at her words as she soon added, "I'll be on you, Jeremy, like ants on a fish head." This time, I started laughing. She waved her fist at me and ended with, "I'll go through you like fear through the French army." I shook my head at her and laughed again. "Priceless..." Kristanna put her hand down and gazed into Pamela's brown eyes. "Did you tell anyone else about the voyeur room?" Pamela shook her head and looked back my way for a brief instant. "No. Jeremy made me promise to keep it a secret before he showed it to me. Otherwise, I guess, he was not going to show me the room. I ... I have never broken a promise in my life. I never will, either." "That's good," Kristanna nodded. "There would be a riot here right now if the others knew about the voyeur room. We are not doing anything bad with it, Pamela. Nothing bad at all. In fact..." Kristanna paused and brought a hand to Pamela's face. "Let me take you into the voyeur room and show you around it. It's quite the interesting place." Pamela shook her head and fretted, "Oh ... I don't know if that is such a good idea..." Kristanna smiled and winked an eye at her. "Pamela, do you remember the first time that you and Jeremy had sex? It was your second day here, and it took place in the library." "Uh huh," Pamela nodded, curious. "Do you remember telling me how exciting it was? How memorable of an experience it was for you? And how you wish that you could re-live it again?" "Yeah..." Kristanna smiled once more. "You CAN re-live it. We have the whole encounter on file and DVD in the voyeur room. I have watched it five or six times already, myself, because of that LONG discussion you and Jeremy had even before laying a finger on each other. It was so touching. Jeremy was a true gentleman to you; he treated with you so much respect during that conversation. It captured his essence so well." "You have it on video?" "Oh yes," Kristanna reiterated, wrapping an arm around Pamela's shoulder and guiding her toward my personal suite. "In fact, Pamela, I made a little video out of it. I have it from six different angles on one of the DVD discs. I would LOVE to show it to you if you are interested in it." Kristanna giggled and added, "I guess this means that you are a porn star now! Pamela the porn star!" Pamela let loose with an uncomfortable laugh. "Porn star? I am not all too certain that I like the sound of that." She then took a deep breath and mused, "I ... I am really going to try and keep an open mind about that secret room." Kristanna escorted Pamela into the luxury suite as I followed close behind them in tow. "I will even show you a few of the private conversations that Jeremy and I have had about you. You will hear Jeremy tell me how incredible of a person he thinks you are. About how he wants to sweep you off of your feet and rescue you from your life in Maryland, and treat you like a princess. We have EVERYTHING that happens on this island at our disposal." Kristanna glanced back at me. "Mind if I show Pamela those videos?" "Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. As Kristanna then led Pamela into the voyeur room, which was still open from earlier, I placed a hand on my stomach and commented, "I think I will go off to the kitchen and get my own early breakfast." Both ladies glanced back my way as I asked them, "Would either of you like something to eat?" Pamela shook her head. "No, Jeremy. I am fine ... but thank you for asking." "Krissy?" "No thank you, Jeremy. I think that having Pamela with me will keep my mind away from the fact I am hungry until it is time for the regular ten o'clock breakfast." She glanced at her wristwatch and commented, "It's only 90 minutes away." "Can I ask you a question?" Pamela said to Kristanna. "Of course." "What happened to your accent?" Kristanna and I looked at each other, then laughed... ------- When I stepped into the kitchen no more than five minutes later, I was immediately captivated by the sight of Amy, who looked downright scintillating. The insatiable vixen - even at this very early hour of the morning - was decked-out in a short, little mini-skirt, which had a base color of white, along with frilly red flower designs scattered all over it. The tiny mini-skirt was quite a snug fit, so needless to say, it displayed the full shape and contours of Amy's luscious hips in a most enticing manner. Her sleek, graceful legs, which were encased beautifully in dark stockings, were also accentuated to the greatest extent by a sinful pair of spiked high-heeled shoes. In just one word, Amy looked incredible. Of all of the women here on the island, I liked Amy in a mini-skirt the most. Why? Amy loved wearing them because she was such a relentless flirt and tease. It also helped that she had a plump, round ass. Covered by a tight, little mini-skirt, that sweet ass would jiggle and twitch with each and every step, as her hips swayed from side-to-side. Add in a sexy, little strut, and Amy was in her flirting element. But Amy was rarely one to disappoint with what she chose to wear above the waist, too. In addition to the sexy white mini-skirt with the red flower designs, Amy was wearing a red silk blouse which was also a very tight fit. The shape of her full, firm breasts were clearly featured and outlined by the blouse. Each big, luscious globe would invariably bounce and jiggle beneath the silky, sheer material with every single move that Amy made. In short, Amy was a walking T & A Show whose physical beauty and features were the stuff that legends were made of. It was a very rare occurrence when Amy failed to leave a long and lasting impression no matter where she went. Amy could aptly be described as the embodiment of many-a-man's ultimate fantasy girl. With the body of a lingerie model and the legs of a showgirl, Amy stood 5-foot-6 and weighed 130 pounds. She had a remarkable 36d-25-36 figure and the type of cover-girl face that any man would love to unload on! After admiring Amy from afar for perhaps 15 seconds as she stood at the kitchen counter, waiting for something in the microwave to finish heating up, I decided to make my presence known. "Hi Amy," I offered in a cordial voice, a smile also upon my face. "What are you doing up so early?" I smiled at her and added, "I hope all is well with you." Amy turned her head and promptly frowned at me. Her eyes went narrow for a split-second - in anger? - before she quickly glanced away from me. Was Amy mad at me? If so ... why? Did Pamela tell her and the others about the voyeur room? No ... Pamela said that she did not. But did Amy hear Pamela and Kristanna arguing about the voyeur room earlier? What other possible reason would Amy have to be mad at me? Nothing else really came to mind. "Is something wrong?" Amy slowly turned her head toward me and looked at me with hurt eyes. Now, there was no doubt that she was upset. In fact ... angry. "Yes Jeremy ... something is wrong." "What?" I asked, stepping further into the kitchen and eventually closing the distance between us. I said a silent prayer to the high Heavens that Amy - nor anyone else, for that matter - did not know about the voyeur room. "What is wrong, sweetheart? Did someone hurt you?" "You did." Uh oh. "How?" I asked, gulping my throat. Amy swung her arm outward and pined, "You walked out on my birthday party last night!" "Your ... bir-birthday party? I ... I did?" OH! Although I was glad that Amy seemed to know nothing of the voyeur room or its existence, my eyes narrowed anyway and I looked at her in concern. Amy was right. I did walk out on her birthday party last evening. Even worse, I did not return. In fact - with the wild events of the past 12 hours or so - first Pamela slapping me, then Kristanna and I pledging our love for one another, and finally the emotional reconciliation with Pamela - I had all but forgotten that Amy even had a birthday. For that, I felt downright terrible. "I am sorry, Amy," I offered, placing my hands on her shoulders and gently grasping them. "I'm not going to lie to you and come up with a poor excuse. Really, I have no excuse. I am so very sorry, sweetheart." "Why didn't you come back to the party after you went looking for Lindsay?" I let out a loud sigh and shook my head in response. "I had a horrible argument with Pamela that left me ... feeling really bad. I thought for awhile that she wanted nothing at all to do with me anymore. Kristanna showed up a little bit later and we started talking. I was feeling really bad. Eventually ... Kristanna and I fell asleep." "What happened between you and Pamela?" I shook my head once again. "What happened is not all that important. What is important, though, is that she and I have patched things up. We are back together." I rubbed Amy's shoulder and continued, "Still, that is no excuse. It was despicable of me not return to your birthday party. I pull no punches or offer any excuses on the subject." Amy sighed and glanced away from me for a moment. "Oh ... you weren't the only one. As things wound up, Camille was the only one who stayed for the entire duration of my party. Lindsay stormed out because all of us were poking too much fun at her with her comments about canned tuna. She never came back. You went out searching for her, I guess, but you never came back either. Pamela got mad at Devon and Krissy about something, then SHE walked out, too. Never came back. Krissy then said that she had to go off and find you, Jeremy. SHE never came back. A few minutes later, Devon told us that she was gonna search for you and Kristanna. And bingo, you guessed it ... Devon never came back, either." Island Fever Ch. 21 Apparently, Amy was holding back the tears now. "Trish did not even bother to show up at all. Said that she was sick with the flu. If it was her birthday - short of being in the hospital - I would have been there no matter how sick I was." Amy covered her eyes and sobbed, "I guess th-that shows just what everyone here r-really thinks about m-me! Everyone except Camille walked out on my birthday party! Or, in Trish's case ... did not even bother to sh-show up!" "Hey..." I countered, now feeling a tremendous amount of sympathy for Amy, as I brought her into my arms and embraced her in a friendly manner. At the same time, I was extremely angry at myself. No matter what happened to me last night, how could I have forgotten about Amy's birthday party? How would I feel if the roles were reversed, and everyone had walked out during my birthday party? Just as bad as Amy... "I can only speak for Pamela, Kristanna and myself," were my words. "Again, I offer no excuses. None for any of us. But last night ... it was a very emotional time for all of us. I thought that Pamela hated me. For awhile, she did hate me. Kristanna showed up and she was there to comfort me when I needed her most. I ... I was crying last night, Amy. That is how bad it was for me. Again, I am not offering you an excuse. I am just saying what happened. Kristanna and I said things to each other last night that were ... they were several years in the making. Both of us cried, really, and we wound up falling asleep in each others' arms." "What about when Lindsay left?" Amy lamented, still very upset. "Pamela? Devon? Trish did not even show up!" "I can only imagine that, because Pamela was so horribly angry at me, she wanted to be left alone last evening," was my response. "Again, that is not an excuse for her." I placed my hand on the back of Amy's head and gently mused, "All I can really do is say that I am sorry. Would there ... is there any possible way that I can make it up to you?" Her green eyes totally saturated with tears, Amy pulled her head away from my shoulder and frowned at me. "No..." "Amy..." I pleaded with her. "You know full well that I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. I would never do anything to hurt ANY of you girls on purpose. I care about all of you too much. Words will never describe how horrible I feel inside or how sorry I am that I did not come back to your party. Please let me make it up to you." "You should have never left the party in the first place!" Amy screamed, her voice raising several octaves with every word. "You should have just let Lindsay go on her merry, little way, instead of leaving to go and search for her! YOU were the one who started everyone else leaving!" "She was angry at the way you and the others were making fun of her, Amy. The only reason that I went searching for Lindsay is because, in all honesty, I wanted to settle her down and have her come BACK to the party. But Pamela found me and everything went downhill from there. I am very sorry, dear, but I will do whatever I can to make it up to you." "Yesterday was my 31st birthday," Amy commented, still visibly upset. "Instead of being HOME in Ohio with all of my friends and family where I should be, I find myself on an island thousands and thousands away where everyone - except Camille - either walked out on my party or simply chose not to attend it at all!" Amy seemed to become even more agitated once she sniped at me, "How do you think that makes me feel, Jeremy? HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?" "I'm sure that it doesn't make you feel good," I frowned. "But please ... let me do something to make it up to you, Amy. Anything. I don't want anyone to be mad at me." Amy thought things over for a moment, only to then pout at me and shake her head in disapproval. "I am very sorry, Jeremy, but there is nothing that you can do. There are some things in this world that, no matter what, you just cannot be forgiven for. This is one of them." With those words, Amy turned her back to me and walked off in an exasperated huff. Stunned, I simply stood there and watched her until she exited the kitchen. Amy did not even wait for whatever she had in the microwave to finish. I could not believe that Amy refused to accept my apology. Aside from Amy, my first thought was naturally of Pamela and Kristanna. Since both of the ladies were in the voyeur room right now, I figured that they had listened in and eavesdropped on my discussion with Amy. Thus, Pamela had just been given a first-hand lesson on what a powerful and, at least for me, addictive tool the voyeur room could be. I wondered what her thoughts were on the subject. My only hope with Amy was that much like Pamela, she would accept my apology and forgive me as time went on. Although I understood Amy's anger and would most likely feel the same, exact way if the roles were reversed, I still held out hope that she would eventually overlook my horrendous mistake. I could never deal with anyone being mad at me... ***End of Chapter 21*** Island Fever Ch. 22 Chapter 22: "Quatern" "Let's start with the easy stuff," Camille commented to Trish, as both ladies lounged beside the infinity-edged pool out back. "How long have you known that you're a lesbian?" Trish, like Camille, was decked out in a two-piece string bikini. The sight of these two ladies - as I eavesdropped on their discussion from the voyeur room - was total eye candy to me. Trish's bikini was a light blue with white dots speckled about, while Camille's had flower print designs with multiple, flashy colors. Trish and Camille, with their raw sexuality, were most definitely a pair of beautiful, bombshell divas. No one could ever argue that point. "I'm not a lesbian," Trish responded, making a face. Camille appeared amused. "Okay. Okay ... you're NOT a lesbian. How long have you been bi-sexual? Can you tell me that? How many women have you been with in your lifetime? That is, before you came to the island?" Trish pouted and fidgeted about somewhat within the pool chair. "You are kind of forward with your words, Camille. I'm not used to people asking me these kind of questions. I am not quite sure why you are so curious about me, either." The lovely, busty Mexican shrugged her shoulders. "You never get anywhere in this world unless you ask questions. I always believe in being up-front and straightforward with others. That way, there is no confusion." "Very well," Trish said flatly. "Before coming to the island, I had been with two women. I had a wild, one night fling years ago while I was still attending university with a close friend of mine. Her name was Victoria." "Victoria?" I scoffed inside the voyeur room, violently shaking my head. My ex-fiancee was named Victoria. The same ex-fiancee who left me standing at the altar in front of my friends and family for another woman nearly 20 years ago. Victoria. That was a bad name in my book. Ewwwww... "Victoria and I had a little too much to drink, though, and the next morning, she blamed what happened between us the previous night on all of the alcohol," Trish explained. "I really kind of shrugged it off myself, though I was not against the idea of having sex with Victoria again. But what happened between us totally freaked her out. I guess you can say that it ruined our friendship forever. Within just a couple of weeks, it was like we were strangers. It totally disgusted her that she had sex with another woman. I kind of liked it, though. I liked being with her. I ... I would have liked to have a loving relationship with her." "You said there were two women," Camille mused. "Tell me about the other one now." "Melina," Trish nodded. "I met her three years ago and, for whatever reason, there was definitely a very strong and mutual attraction between us from the start. Though I had been with Victoria years earlier, it took me hooking up with Melina to finally realize that I am bi-sexual." Trish took a deep breath and smiled. "We had a great relationship that lasted for two-and-a-half years. We were so much in love." "Why aren't you with Melina anymore?" Trish frowned and shook her head. "I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, but things just did not work out in the end." Trish frowned again. "Actually, things turned pretty ugly. We had a series of fights and arguments which led to our downfall. It was all pretty sad." "Did your parents and sisters know about Melina?" "Oh yes, they knew," Trish replied. "My family has always been extremely supportive of me no matter what I have chosen to do. They may not have understood why I was bi-sexual, but the only thing that mattered to them was whether or not I was happy with Melina. I was, quite obviously, so they were happy, too. My mom and dad, and my two sisters treated Melina so well. Melissa, my baby sister, really looked up to Melina. Actually, my whole family thought of me as a lesbian. It was cool, though, because none of them ever looked down on me. My family is really awesome ... they were happy for me." "But you're not a lesbian, right? You are bi-sexual?" "I adore men," Trish answered. "I absolutely adore them. I will never be a lesbian because I am so attracted to guys. If I had stayed with Melina - or even Lindsay - and was never with a man again for the rest of my life, I'd still consider myself bi-sexual. I could never cross that line between being bi-sexual and being a lesbian. It's a big jump to me." "I told you this last night, but it bears repeating," Camille offered. "I'm about as close to being a lesbian as any woman can possibly be ... without actually being one." She extended all of her fingers and held her right hand just below her chin. "I've really had it up to here with guys." Camille shook her head and shivered as if a cold chill went down her spine. "I've been engaged twice, but both of those fuckers cheated on me before our wedding was to take place." "I had a boyfriend before I was with Melina," Trish said. "His name was Chris. I caught him cheating several times and finally, I decided to pull the plug on our relationship. He tried to get me to change my mind for the longest time, but I wouldn't. Chris told me over and over that I was the girl for him. If I took him back, I knew he'd cheat again. I just did want to go through that again." "Men," Camille sighed, flipping her hand out in a very negative manner. "If you were the girl for Chris, he would not have gone out and cheated on you behind your back." "Exactly," Trish nodded. "But I could never stop liking guys. I will always like them - no matter what." She took a swig of her strawberry drink and smiled brightly. "Jeremy is really, really nice, you know. He's a good guy." Camille shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe..." "What do you mean, eh?" "Guys are NOT to be trusted," Camille told her friend. "Each time that I start to feel comfortable and have good thoughts about Jeremy, he does something wrong which makes me have doubts in my mind again." Inside the voyeur room, my eyes narrowed at those words as Camille kept talking, "I cannot believe that he walked out on Amy's birthday party two nights ago and never came back. That was classless." Feeling guilty, I sighed and lowered my head. "I have known plenty of guys in the past who seemed really good and nice at first. But then they turn out to be total dogs." "You never have really liked Jeremy from the beginning," Trish observed. "Everyone else here is either in love with Jeremy or thinks of him as incredibly nice and friendly. I look at Jeremy and think of him as a friend. He and I have had a couple of really long and insightful conversations. He has also treated me like a true gentleman should. I have no problems with him at all. None whatsoever." "What about when he vanished from Amy's birthday party?" Trish shrugged her shoulders. "Knowing Jeremy, I am sure that he had a reason for not coming back. Personally, I would not pass judgment on him until I heard his side of the story. It is really none of my business, though, so I doubt I will ever ask him. Still, I KNOW he had a good, legitimate reason. Besides ... I was not at the party, either." "You were sick, though," Camille countered. "Yeah," Trish frowned. "I was..." "Amy said that Jeremy told her that him and Pamela had an argument," Camille offered. "That was his reason for not coming back to the party. I asked Pamela about it, though, and she would not tell me any details. All Pamela would tell me is that everything between them is okay now, and that Devon and Kristanna are part of their relationship now too." "I think that is wonderful!" Trish grinned. "The four of them seem to go together really, really well. I really hope it works out for all of them in the long run." "I just think that you cannot trust men as far as you can throw them," the 25-year-old from California mused. "A lot of it has to do with personal experiences of mine. I can never see myself falling in love with another man. I find other women to be much more trustworthy ... and sexy." "What are you going to do over the next three weeks?" Trish wondered. "We have three more weeks on the island with Jeremy before it will be time to go home. Are you just going to do whatever you can to avoid him?" "I have done a fairly good job of avoiding him thus far," Camille commented. "I had sex with him one time - during that big gang-bang two weeks ago. I do not really count it, though, since Amy literally had to beg me to go to his room and take part in the gang-bang. Besides, do you remember what Jeremy told us during our first couple of days here?" "What?" "We can do whatever we want over the course of these six weeks," Camille reminded her. "He also said that we do not have to have sex if we do not want to have sex." She nodded her head and continued, "I WANT to have sex with the girls, but I don't think I could say the same about Jeremy anymore. As I said, each time I start to think of him in a positive light, he does not something which knocks him back down in my book. But that is to be expected. He is a man." "That is kind of narrow-minded, Camille." "How many times have you had sex with Jeremy?" "Twice," Trish answered. "The gang-bang, of course, and the three-some we had with Lindsay where she gave us her virginity. I haven't had sex with Jeremy in over two weeks." "You don't like him that way?" Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I like Jeremy a lot. As I told you earlier, I consider him a friend. I hope that he looks at me as a friend, too. If things were different, I would be REALLY interested in him. But, you know ... he is with his three favorite girls now. I respect that." "What do you mean if things were different?" "If I did not fall in love with Lindsay right off the bat and Kristanna, Devon and Pamela were not so interested in being with Jeremy," Trish replied. "If he was not focused on anyone in particular, I would really like to try my hand at a relationship with Jeremy." Trish nodded her head for emphasis. "Yes, I would. But Jeremy has hooked up with Kristanna, Devon and Pamela. I respect that; I am happy for all four of them should it work out. I see no reason why it wouldn't. So I will not allow myself to look at Jeremy as anything more than a friend. A good friend, yes, but a friend nonetheless. I would never interfere in their relationship that way. I could never hurt Pamela, Devon or Kristanna like that, either. All of them have been too good to me." "You're not going to have sex with Jeremy again?" "I have no idea how that is going to work out," Trish spoke. "Is he going to stay monogamous with Kristanna, Devon and Pamela now that the four of them seem to be building a relationship together? Or is he still going to play with the rest of us? Either way, I would be fine. I would like to have sex with Jeremy again, I guess. I enjoyed both of my times with him. Neither was one-on-one, though, and I would really like to see what that is like with him. But if Kristanna, Devon and Pamela don't want that to happen, I would be fine with that as well. I would understand. I just do not want to cause any problems whatsoever." "I seriously doubt Jeremy will ever PLAY with me again," Camille sniped, turning her nose up at the mere idea. "I cannot see myself hooking up with him again. Not after what he did to Amy by walking out on her and not coming back. In my book, at least, that is deplorable. Totally classless. "I am positive there is a good reason for that," Trish reiterated. "Jeremy is the one who orchestrated the party in the first place. Why wouldn't he return to it? There HAS to be a reason for it beyond the fact that he and Pamela had an argument. Maybe their argument was THAT huge. But I simply think there is another reason, too." "There is only one reason," Camille said. "He is a man." Offended, I flipped the audio switch for the outdoor pool off. I had finally heard enough from Camille. I certainly do not want to say that it was a shame, but how a woman as beautiful and as stunning as Camille could be so turned off from men was a great mystery to me. I mean, Camille had the type of body that dreams were made of. She stood a tall 5-foot-9 and weighed 135 pounds, with a very thick, toned frame that hinted at her love for exercise. With an awe-inspiring figure that measured out to 36d-26-36, and long-flowing black hair and dark eyes, one could easily make the case that Camille belonged in a pin-up magazine. With all of that extreme beauty, though, it was perplexing to me why Camille had all but sworn off men. She HATED men. From what I was able to infer over the past couple of minutes, Camille had been engaged to two different men in the past. Yet both of them, she had claimed, cheated on her before the ceremony was to take place. That in and of itself was a mystery to me. How could anyone cheat on a woman as gorgeous as Camille? Was there a single woman in all of California (where she lived) who was more attractive than Camille? What in the world were those two guys thinking? Whatever the case, it seems a lot of Camille's disdain for my gender comes from the fact that both of her ex-fiances cheated on her. Camille made mention of both guys, but did not elaborate, other than to say they had cheated on her. Having been jilted in the past by a fiancee of my own (the devious Victoria), I understand that Camille must have went through a great deal of mental pain and anguish. But on the other hand, there did not seem to be any justification for Camille to literally swear off all men because of what two brainless fools had done to her in the past. There are billions and billions of men in this world, many of whom are good and decent. Had Camille met any of them yet? Had Camille even allowed herself to meet any man like that yet? Thus, I decided that one of my pet projects over the next few days, and possibly few weeks if necessary, was to become friends with Camille. I had no hidden agenda with her whatsoever. I was not looking to seduce Camille, or lie to her. I simply wanted to be friends with her. I wanted to prove to her that there were plenty of good men in the world. I also wanted her to know that I was one of them. It was not right for Camille to lump my entire gender together and label us a certain way because of what two guys had done to her. Or maybe it was more than two guys? Maybe every single man she had ever met seemed to hurt her one way or another? Still, that was no reason to give up, or group everyone together in a negative manner. There are good and decent men all over the world. Wonderful men. I should know, simply because I like to consider myself as one. Most importantly, how many men are out there who would devote their entire lives to a lovely woman like Camille? Men who would never cheat on her, never hurt her on purpose? Men who would do everything in their power to make sure that there was a smile on Camille's pretty face at all times? Personally, I think Camille had to search for these types of men. She had obviously not found one yet. But for that to happen, Camille had to allow it to happen. Of course, in no way, shape or form am I implying that the man for Camille is me. I already have Kristanna, Devon and Pamela, and they are more than enough for me to handle by themselves. Rather, I simply wanted to attempt to restore Camille's faith in men. Could that be done? Maybe ... maybe not. But I believed that it was worth a shot. Why not? Otherwise, she would continue to bad-mouth me behind my back. That was something which I did not appreciate at all. - Today - Monday, June 24, 2013 - was officially the three week mark of the ladies' visit to my little corner of paradise here in the South Pacific. Three weeks in, and three weeks to go. Needless to say, I sure had an eventful time with all of them thus far. There were nagging issues to be found everywhere, but I suppose that only was natural. How could you toss seven beautiful women together in a confined area for an extended period of time, and not expect even minor issues and squabbles to arise? Again, it only seemed natural. At the current time, though, I faced two problems that were anything but minor. They were major and quite serious, and had the potential to turn monumental at any given time. Number one, Amy was still incredibly angry that everyone - except Camille - walked out on her birthday party two nights ago. Trish did not even show up to it. Trish had asked me days prior if she could skip it because she did not want to subject herself to being around Lindsay that particular evening. I told Trish that she could, but only if she stayed in her bedroom and played sick the entire day. She agreed. Amy was not too pleased that Trish no-showed. Of course, Lindsay made several ignorant comments that evening about Chicken of the Sea canned tuna and if the ingredients found within were actually something different. Mostly everyone was laughing hysterically at her misguided words, so she became quite upset and thus, stormed out of the dining room. I felt the need to go after Lindsay and find her - I wanted to bring her back to the party - but that set off a chain of events that sent things spiraling downhill. I was under the impression that Pamela became upset herself because of something that Kristanna and Devon did, so she decided to leave the party as well. Moments later, Kristanna felt the need to leave so she could try and find me. Soon, Devon went off searching for the both of us. And all of a sudden, Amy was left with no one but Camille at her party. Amy was fuming at everyone whom she believed had wronged her that particular evening, but I was her primary target. Since coming across Amy very early yesterday morning in the kitchen when she let her feelings be known, she had subsequently refused to speak to me. Amy even went as far as to completely ignore my presence throughout the remainder of the day yesterday, and then all of today. I tried talking to her on two different occasions so I could offer up more apologies, but she simply would not have it. Everyone ditching her birthday party really upset Amy (for good reason, obviously), and the person she held the most responsible for what happened was none other than yours truly. Amy was at a point right now, it seemed, where she loathed me. It was quite troubling for me to say the least, but I really had no one to blame for it except myself. Since the party's unravelling, Amy had spent most of her time with Camille. Camille, of course, was the only one who did not walk out on her. Amy was pretty upset with everyone, acting aloof and disinterested toward her counterparts here on the island all of yesterday and today. And the sad thing was, not all of them even understood what they had done to anger Amy in the first place. Some of the ladies figured that she was having a bad couple of days, and chalked it up to that. After all, Amy had been known to be quite moody. The other major issue that I found myself burdened with was the newfound side of herself that Lindsay had been exploring in recent times with Amy. A Bible-touting virgin a mere three weeks ago, Lindsay was now a sexual submissive for Amy who enjoyed being placed into hardcore bondage and having her body beaten by painful whips and straps. First it was Pamela, and then Kristanna. Both pleaded with me to step in and put an end to what was transpiring between Lindsay and Amy. Basically, they claimed that Amy was simply using Lindsay without any thought or consideration for her as a person. They were worried that Amy was leading the young and impressionable Lindsay down a path in life that she should not have been traveling. And they feared that eventually, Lindsay would be unable to find her way back. While I agree that the BDSM games that Lindsay and Amy seemed to enjoy together were more than a bit disturbing and troublesome, I still would have preferred to keep my distance and let them do as they please. It was all consensual - Lindsay told me so herself - and it was their business. What possible right did I have to intervene if both of them were content and in agreement with everything they did together? Island Fever Ch. 22 However, Amy crossed the proverbial line recently when she informed Lindsay that once they returned to their hometown of Cincinnati, she was going to give the burgeoning submissive to her group of five black boyfriends for their sexual use and enjoyment. Amy even told Lindsay that she planned on selling her to others for a financial profit. After hearing those words, I really had no choice but to step in and do something. I do not believe Lindsay realized the slippery slope that she seemed to be on here. Kristanna told me over and over again that I had to protect Lindsay from not only Amy, but also herself. Kristanna was right. Amy was attempting to use Lindsay's youth and inexperience to mold her into something that she had no business being. But, I still found myself at the same impasse where I was several days ago. I had no idea how to approach Lindsay and have this discussion with her. I did not know how I could tell her something she enjoyed doing was in fact horribly wrong, and could damage and alter her for the rest of her life, without coming across as too parental and perhaps upsetting her. Again, who I was to tell Lindsay how to live her life? What right did I have to do so? If there was one good thing that stemmed from the debacle that was Amy's birthday party, it was that one of the people she was really angry at was Lindsay. Mind you, Amy felt much more bitter toward me. But Lindsay was on her list, too. She was the first to walk out on the party, and Amy had not forgotten that. Thus, she had not spoken to Lindsay since. What that meant, of course, was that Lindsay and Amy had not done anything sexual with each other in two days. Judging by Amy's attitude lately, it may be several more days or even a week before she conceivably starts even talking to Lindsay again - let alone have sex with her. So, I had a bit of a reprieve here. I had some extra time to formulate an action plan and come up with ideas on just how to present my case to Lindsay. The hesitation that I felt was quite simple, really. I feared that I would come across in the wrong way, and ultimately upset Lindsay and cause her to be angry at me. Plus, I honestly did not know what to say - or just how to say it. That was the biggest problem. - "I cannot believe that it took me this long to finally realize that you and I belong together," I said to Kristanna later that evening, as she and I relaxed upon the bed in our private suite. Yes, our private suite. Kristanna and I were officially room-mates, and hopefully Devon and Pamela would be joining the brigade soon. Lying flat on my back, I gazed up at the ceiling as Kristanna, who was nestled all nice and snug beside me, rubbed her right hand over and across my chest several times. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Krissy." Kristanna smiled at my heartfelt, genuine remarks. "You know, Jeremy ... you are the perfect man in my eyes, and Devvy is the perfect woman. It has been my ultimate dream in life to have both a husband AND a wife." Kristanna giggled. "That sounds crazy, I know, but it is what I want." She patted me on the shoulder and added, "Look at you. What man would not jump at the opportunity to have two wives? If things work out with Pamela, you may even have three!" "I do not deserve three wives the looks and likes of which that are personified by you, Devon and Pamela," I grinned. "I do not even deserve one." Kristanna pecked my cheek with a kiss. "Yes ... you do." Suddenly, she pouted at me in an very exaggerated manner and whined, "Jeremy, I am hungry. Can you get me anything?" "A sandwich from the kitchen?" Kristanna's depressed expression suddenly turned playful. "I need me some MUFF." "Some muff?" I laughed at her. "You want a woman?" "I really want some muff tonight," Kristanna pouted, again putting on one of her patented comedic performances for me. "But Devvy-wevvy-girl is with lickable-Lindsay, and assey-Amy is sharing a room with straight-as-a-circle Camille. Lest we forget, pretty-pretty-Pamela is with kissy-Trishy. All of that hot MUFF is spoken for right now. What's a girl to do?" "How about some strudel instead?" Kristanna giggled hysterically at my moniker for the male penis. "You are a funny man, Jeremy! Very funny!" "You gave nicknames for everyone but yourself," I told her. "How about kooky-Kristanna?" I laughed and added, "Nah ... I think I will stick with Kristanna or Krissy." "I do not care what people call me - Kristanna, Krissy, Kris ... even Krista or Kristy. Any variation is fine." "Kristanna is such a pretty name, though," I countered. "It just rolls off my tongue so easily. Kris ... tanna." "Peaches," she smirked. "You called me peaches earlier today. I kind of liked it." "You're sweet as a peach," I informed her. "Name fits." "I'll call you cough syrup from now on." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Cough syrup?" "I'm sweet as a peach. You are sour like cough syrup." I shook my head as Kristanna laughed at her own joke. "You sure are something else, woman." Kristanna again shrugged her shoulders and offered me a coy expression. "I'll be cock-sucking-Kristanna." "Hmmmmm..." Kristanna laughed at my reaction. "Look at what our conversation has deteriorated into. X-rated material!" "Is that such a bad thing?" "No..." she returned, her expression playful and demure. "Sometimes residing in the gutter isn't all that bad." I traded a series of smiles with Kristanna, then hugged her. "You are most definitely one-of-a-kind." "Yes!" the Nordic goddess chirped, pressing her lips to mine for a loving, pleasure-filled kiss. "Hmmmmm." I smiled. "Tonight, my dear, it is a Kris ... tanna and Jeremy type of night. You and me. I am gonna give you something special tonight. You are all I want tonight." Soon, my mouth closed over top of hers for another kiss. Kristanna moaned with arousal as I soon began to grope and massage her breasts with both of my hands, kneading the ripe, taut flesh through the thin night-shirt she had on. A mere instant later, Kristanna's hands were roaming my back - her fingernails scraping my own skin in a tantalizing manner - as she returned my heated kiss with one of her own. As things began to intensify between us, I rolled on top of Kristanna and really bore down on her mouth with my own. My tongue had shifted into high gear, and suddenly I was kissing her with mad passion and unquenchable lust. The 23-year-old vixen responded to my strong advances by wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and squeezing tightly. I tilted my face to the side, allowing myself better access to her mouth. Then, I literally jammed my tongue clear down her luscious, velvety throat - wanting to taste all of her. As a result, Kristanna moaned and sighed in delight. The erotic sounds subsided momentarily as I broke off our shared kiss, only to press my mouth to her neck and nibble away on it. Kristanna purred out in satisfaction as she brought her hands to my head, and ran her fingers throughout my hair. She tilted her head backward upon the mattress, allowing me better access to her tender, delicate neck. "Oh yes ... I like that," the lust bunny cooed out. "Oh yes, Jeremy ... that feels so good. I like that a lot." "I like it too, sweetheart," I breathed, while in the process of literally devouring her neck. Soon, I slid a bit lower and nibbled on her collarbone and shoulder. Kristanna let out another squeal as I lifted her thin night-shirt up, and over, her head, exposing her firm, bare breasts. My mouth went lower yet again, but this time came to a halt once reaching one of those ripe, juicy nipples. Obviously, Kristanna had foregone the use of a bra. I was delighted that she did not have any panties on, either... Kristanna cooed and sighed in approval as I squeezed that breast with my right hand, while taking its nipple into my mouth. I trapped the sensitive bud between my teeth and tugged on it ever-so-gently, while flicking my tongue over and across it in a leisurely manner. I continued paying oral homage to that breast for quite some time, until offering Kristanna's lush cleavage a full swipe with my tongue. I did it once more, then moved my mouth even lower and dabbed my tongue in-and-out of Kristanna's belly button several times in succession. "Are you going where I think you're going?" my precious angel asked me, a happy tent to her squealy voice. "The pot at the end of the rainbow? The land down under?" "You're very perceptive, dear," I replied, before sneaking my head between her thighs and offering her exposed slit a full, sweeping lick with my tongue. Kristanna's body tensed as she growled in response, and then she dug her fingers into my scalp once more and massaged me there. "It's all pink and pretty down here," I quietly mused, giving the young woman's slit another lash with my tongue. "All pink and pretty ... and VERY delicious. Hmmmmm ... muff." Once my tongue started swirling in a continual fashion on her tiny nub of a clitoris, Kristanna's body tensed and she let out a series of loud, hoarse moans. Those sounds of of passion and sheer arousal were absolute music to my ears. Kristanna squealed as I latched onto her hips with both hands, holding them tightly. Soon, she clamped her thighs together around my head - which I LOVE - and let out her loudest, most intense growl of passion yet. "You like that, honey?" I asked, my tongue only pausing long enough to say those words. "Hmmmmm..." was the sound Kristanna offered in return. I chuckled and said, "I'll take that in a positive way." "You should." An instant later, I added two fingers to the mix as they joined forces with my tongue. It was at this point in time when Kristanna and her loud sounds of arousal became more prevalent and continuous. Again, it was music to my ears. With Kristanna's fingers knotted in my hair, she soon clamped her muscular thighs even tighter around my head and really started to bellow out her passion. Her knees bent, she placed her feet upon my back and used it as a way to lift herself, and arch her torso high off the bed. When I added a third finger to the hot, erotic parade, Kristanna simply lost control of herself. Her screams and cries of passion flooded my senses as the orgasmic juices flowed from within her pussy. Of course, I lapped up all of that delicious nectar with my tongue. I can say nothing about her juice, except for it had a very sweet taste. But what else would one expect from Kristanna? Once the blonde's body finally settled back down upon the mattress, she released that vise-grip with her thighs (around my head) and let out a content, satisfied sigh. "Oh wow..." Kristanna murmured as I withdrew my head from the joining of her thighs. "That was wonderful, Jeremy." "It was for a wonderful person, dear," I said, leaning up and offering her mouth a slow, languid kiss. "You." Kristanna grasped my aching, rock-solid erection through the trousers I wore and pumped it rather harshly. "Hmmmmm ... maybe it is time for me to re-pay you for going oral on me." Kristanna hesitated for a moment, her eyes trained on my face, then pressed her lips to mine and kissed me in the most tender of fashions. Within my body, a sense of unspeakable love seemed to wash over me all at once. I cannot even begin to stress what this incredible woman meant to me. "Hmmmmm..." the exotic temptress purred, withdrawing her lips from mine for a short second. Kristanna heightened the intensity on my cock, however, gripping and squeezing it roughly through the pair of trousers that I had on. She offered me another kiss, then pulled back and studied my face for a moment. I am quite positive that Kristanna saw a look of lust and undying devotion in my eyes. She enjoyed it, too, because her lips were soon kissing mine yet again. "Oh God..." I moaned against our kiss, as she unbuttoned my trousers and dug her right hand down deep into them. A sudden rush of pleasure cascaded throughout my body as she then slid that hand into my briefs, and found the naked flesh of my throbbing cock. Kristanna busily frigged it while slipping her warm, soft tongue into my mouth for a taste. At the same time, she rose to her feet, but kept her lips to mine by maintaining a full, bent-over posture. With her left hand, Kristanna grasped my right and pulled it toward one of her taut, heavenly breasts. She placed my hand onto it and offered a soft nudge, which instinctively caused me to cup and squeeze the lovely mound of flesh. She broke our kiss and offered me a very playful smile. Kristanna then pecked my cheek with her lips, and trailed them down to my neck. Shivers resulted as she nibbled on the sensitive skin of my neck, her hand still frigging my erection. My hand, however, seemed to lose contact with her breast. That was unfortunate. Then, I growled like a madman as Kristanna slowly but surely dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached upward and placed her right hand upon my chest, then trailed it all the way down to my waist in a very sensuous manner. "Just call this my late, after-dinner snack," Kristanna cooed, pulling my trousers and briefs downward. "Strudel!" "Oh God..." I moaned once more, as my hard cock sprung out and wobbled before Kristanna's adoring blue eyes. Grinning, she offered me one more glance before latching onto my shaft with her hand and squeezing firmly. "You could have this from me, as well as Devvy-wevvy-girl and pretty-pretty-Pamela, every single night of your life from now on," the vibrant enchantress purred, an instant before opening her mouth and literally swallowing the full length of my cock into it. I tossed my head back and moaned wildly as Kristanna began to bob back-and-forth on my aching member, her hot, skillful mouth working my entire body into a dizzying, passionate frenzy. Perched upon her knees here in the bedroom, Kristanna was absolutely ravenous and insatiable, her velvety mouth gliding back-and-forth across my erection as if it were her first meal in weeks. Indeed, Kristanna was the ideal woman for me. But the same could be said for Devon, too. Devon was the ideal woman for me as well. Pamela, too! All three of these ladies were perfect in my eyes. Sounds of pure passion and hunger were emanating from deep within Kristanna's throat as her blonde head continued on with its wicked, non-stop bobbing motion. Soon, I had to place both hands behind me and lean upon the bed. Without its support, I may have toppled over. There were so many emotions running throughout my body at this moment in time. The reason for that, of course, was because I loved Kristanna so very much. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her! Why did it take me such a long time to finally arrive at that realization? Kristanna gripped the base of my cock with her right hand and squeezed it roughly, her pretty eyes flashing with wanton desire as she withdrew its length from the confines of her mouth. The 23-year-old looked up at me and smiled warmly. Now, Kristanna seemed to know that she had me curled around her finger - as if she did not know it already. "Oh yes," Kristanna grinned, her hand now a blur as she frigged my erection. "Are you gonna cum for me, big boy? Are you gonna shoot it all over my face? Yes! Cum for me! Come on, Jeremy ... cum for me. Cum all over my face!" "OHHHHH!" I roared out in arousal, as the first jet of thick, gooey sperm erupted from within my shaft and landed on Kristanna's forehead. The second followed, hitting her square in the nose. Kristanna then took my cock back into her mouth and sucked on it fiercely, coaxing the third and fourth explosions in rapid-fire succession. My knees weak, my entire body vibrated in the sensations. Unbelievable... "Hmmmmm," Kristanna growled, her lips still snugly wrapped around my shaft, as she squeezed every last ounce of semen out of it with her hand. God ... what a wonderful, glorious feeling! Finally, Kristanna withdrew my satisfied cock from her mouth and offered me yet another winning smile. The gobs of semen I had sprayed all over my sweetheart's face had saturated it completely. Her face was covered with my wet, sticky juices, and she was obviously enjoying it. Kristanna was always smiling when she had cum on her face... Kristanna nodded her head at me and said, "I know what I want, Jeremy, and you're gonna give it to me." She then rose to her feet and turned her back to me. Now glancing back over her shoulder, Kristanna leaned over slightly at the waist, jutting her magnificent ass outward. She twitched her hips seductively, flaunting that ass for my appreciative eyes, and said in her most sultry tone, "Fuck me, Jeremy." A tremendous amount of life and energy suddenly forged its way into my cock. It was as if my shaft was a balloon, and it was being pumped full of air by a helium machine. Kristanna's words and actions were the primary reason for that, too. In fact, they were the sole reason. "Fuck me, Jeremy," the Norwegian purred, still glancing over her shoulder at me, her hips rolling and undulating in a slow, wicked manner. "Come on ... fuck me. Put your cock in my pussy. Pound me with your cock! Do it! Do it now!" That was it. With an animalistic growl, I stepped forward and latched onto Kristanna's hips with both hands, then thrusted my cock hard and fast into the silken depths of her little pussy. Kristanna tensed up for a brief moment, then placed her hands upon the nearby night-table and held on tight, using it for support, before glancing over her shoulder at me once again. "Fuck me, Jeremy!" she demanded. "FUCK ME NOW!" I did not need any further coaxing. My hips were already a blur as I hammered myself in-and-out of Kristanna at a very powerful, blazing rate of speed. Almost on cue, Kristanna began with her verbal tirade, which had never failed to get me even more excited than I already was while with her. "GOD, YES! YES! Fuck me! Fuck me! HMMMMM ... pound me with that big cock! Hurt me with it, Jeremy! Yes! FUCK YES! OH GOD YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, JEREMY! FUCK ME!" My whole body was seemingly in a different reality as I drilled Kristanna with every last ounce of strength I could muster. I could not believe, at this time at least, how I could have possibly survived without luxuriating in this magnificent body of hers for the first 36 years of my life. Even more amazing was the simple fact that it took me an extra three years before I finally came to my senses and realized that I wanted her in my life. She was an angel! "HMMMMM ... FEELS SO GOOD!" Kristanna continued, her cries and screams echoing loudly throughout the suite. "FEELS SO GOOD! YES! YES! FUCK ME! OH FUCK YES, THIS IS WHAT I NEED! FUCK ME, JEREMY! YES! FUCK ME!" The sound that my pelvis made as it crashed hard into Kristanna's upturned ass with every forward stroke was violent, and almost scary. I was certain that I had never pounded her pussy with this type of excessive force before. I was not afraid of hurting her, though. This was what Kristanna wanted. She wanted me to be forceful with her. Of course, we were in the most naughty of positions, too. Kristanna's legs were widespread and she was bent at the waist, holding onto the night-stand, as I battered into her from behind. I wondered if the other ladies in the mansion could hear us. We were making quite a ruckus... "You know what, Jeremy?" Kristanna asked, her voice now low and controlled, yet still tented with erotic passion. "This is OHHHHH ... how the rest of our lives are going to be! We are gonna get married, and we're gonna have sex like wild animals from now until the end of eternity. Better than that, we're gonna have LOTS and LOTS of children together!" In response to those words, my body received a new, even greater burst of energy. Where it came from, I do not know. But as a result, Kristanna was the beneficiary. Island Fever Ch. 22 "OH GOD, JEREMY! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH FUCK ... YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM! FUCK ... YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUMMMMM!" My breathing ragged, it felt as if my body was going to spontaneously combust. My head literally in the clouds, I gave Kristanna everything I possibly could in terms of power and effort. It was only a matter of seconds before her words proved to be prophetic. Kristanna screamed out in an intense orgasm, while I lost grip of my own self-control. The action hit a fever pitch once I pistoned my cock into her swollen, little pussy one final time. An instant later, I roared out - screaming at the top of my lungs - while depositing a fresh batch of sperm into the vixen's exquisite pussy. I pumped my thick seed into her womb for several seconds, while both of us continually rocked and rumbled together in the throes of sweet orgasm and release. Before I knew what happened next, Kristanna had dislodged her pussy from my shaft and dutifully dropped to her knees. She then swallowed my cock whole, and began to milk whatever juices remained in it down her hungry, greedy throat. Kristanna then wrapped both arms around my waist and held on tight even as I took a few steps back, so I could lean against the wall. That exquisite mouth, of course, never once released its warm, slippery grip upon my deflated shaft. I then took a deep breath and sighed in pure satisfaction, while glancing downward and admiring Kristanna's blonde head as she still slurped away on my cock. I touched her face and caressed it with my right hand, which caused her to look up at me with an overwhelming sense of devotion in her eyes. "I love you, Jeremy!" she cried, a thick, gooey strand of sperm dangling from her chin in a very nasty, obscene manner. "God, Jeremy ... I've always loved you! And I always will!" As Kristanna swallowed my lifeless shaft and began working it over with her mouth again, a feeling of love to overtake my body all at once. I realized that everything I had spent all 39 years of my life desperately searching for was now - FINALLY - right in front of me. Yes, the search was over. Thanks to Kristanna, Devon and Pamela, the search was over. "I love you too, Kristanna." Suddenly, there were a series of knocks on the door. Kristanna scurried to retrieve her thin night-shirt and literally tossed it over her head and onto her luscious body. She quickly reached down and picked up my trousers, which had been lying upon the floor, and motioned for me to put them on. Once I had my trousers on and in place, Kristanna turned her total attention toward the adjacent entrance and called out, "Whomever it is ... come on in." "DEVVY!" Kristanna squealed seconds later, overcome with joy, as the main door to our suite swung open. "And Pamela, too," I observed. "Is it okay if we come in?" Devon inquired. "Devvy!" Kristanna exclaimed, offering her a fake pout. "This is as much your room as it is ours! There is no need for you to ever knock or ask if it's okay to come inside." "We did not want to intrude," Pamela offered. "My God ... neither of you could EVER intrude on us," Kristanna insisted. "Step right in!" As Devon and Pamela made their way into our spacious room, I smiled at them and greeted, "Something up, ladies?" Where was Trish and Lindsay? According to Kristanna, Trish had been spending time with Pamela, and Lindsay with Devon. Devon strolled over to Kristanna and grasped both of her hands with her own. "I just wanted to tell you how happy I am that you and Jeremy finally reached this point in your relationship." Pamela stepped back and moved off to the side as Devon gleefully continued, "The two of you are like a dream come true! You seem so right for one another." "It has been an interesting past two days," Kristanna murmured. "That's for sure." "You are the ideal wife for any man, Krissy." Devon was bubbling with positive emotion. She seemed totally overjoyed at the recent shift in my relationship with Kristanna. What this told me was that Devon was not the selfish type at all. Despite her strong feelings for me, Devon was genuinely happy for us. It did not faze her one bit that the first woman I chose to pursue an official relationship with was Kristanna instead of her. Of course, the eventual plan was for Devon, as well as Pamela, to have equal standing in the relationship with Kristanna as well. But that was going to require a lot of work from all involved to execute and make into a reality. "I can just imagine what you will look like with a wedding dress on!" Devon gushed at Kristanna, pulling her hands to her midriff and squeezing them tightly. "You will look so radiant and beautiful! Hmmmmm ... I can envision it now." Kristanna turned her face away from Devon for a brief instant and even blushed at those complimentary words. It was not all that often when someone would catch Kristanna off-guard or unprepared with a comment like that. It was even more rare when Kristanna blushed at anything. "How about Jeremy in a tuxedo?" Devon purred in a very lush, sultry tone, her pretty blue eyes now fixated on me. I chuckled at her suggestive demeanor, but then frowned. "I haven't worn a tuxedo since my FIRST wedding day." Kristanna placed her hand on my back and rubbed it over and across my shoulder blades. "I promise you one thing, Jeremy - you will eventually forget that Victoria ever hurt you. Even more than that, you will totally forget that she ever existed in the first place. That is our mission right now. Is is our goal as a group. Devvy, Pamela and I will wipe Victoria from your memory completely." Pamela, whose left arm and hand had been hidden behind her back since she entered the suite, suddenly revealed it and presented Kristanna with a single red rose. "I picked this for you out back," Pamela explained. "It was the closest thing that I could come up with for a present, considering we're on a remote island with no places to shop. More than anything, the thought is there. Consider it a present from me for finally hooking up with Jeremy." "Oh ... thank you!" Kristanna gushed, taking the red rose from Pamela and sniffing its petals. "I just love roses! Do you know that after Jeremy and I met for the first time ... once I went home, he had 120 roses shipped to my farm in Norway? Ten dozen roses! Momma and Papa did not know what to think! I did not know what to think, either. Momma wanted to know if I had gotten engaged, or something!" "Every woman loves roses," Pamela cooed. "I know I do." Devon laughed. "If someone sent me 120 roses, I guarantee you that he - or she, whatever the case - would definitely be GETTING SOME from me the next time we got together." Those words seemed to pique my interest as Devon ended with a happy, cheery giggle, "I can promise you that!" "Let me go and put this into some water," Kristanna said, referring to the gift rose, as she stood up and then walked over to the adjacent washroom. "Looks like I'll be getting Devvy 120 roses a couple of times a week from now on," she joked. "It will be my way to GET SOME on demand!" Devon waited for Kristanna to enter the doorway and then disappear before turning and giving me her patented, genuine smile which I had never once failed to find captivating. "I am so happy for you, Jeremy! So happy! I cannot say that enough! I realized from the very first day that I met Krissy, you and her belong together." I grasped Devon's left hand with my right, then brought it to my lips and offered up a gentle, soothing kiss. "How are things with you, sweetheart? We have not all the opportunity to talk all that much as of late. You seem ... vibrant." "I'm just happy that you and Krissy are together," Devon swooned. "I have known she wanted to be with you from the very outset. She told me herself her second day here. I ... I'm happy. I'm happy! I'm happy for both of you!" "Where is Trish and Lindsay?" I not only asked Devon, but Pamela as well. "I was under the impression that the two of you were spending time with them tonight?" "Lindsay was feeling tired and went to sleep," Devon responded. "Pamela said that Trish was going to take a bubble-bath." My senses suddenly aroused, Devon added, "I met up with Pamela in the kitchen, and we both decided to come here and pay you and Krissy a surprise visit." "Amy and Camille are together right now," Pamela mused. "They have their own little faction going on at the moment. Amy has been in a bad mood all day. I don't know why. She was all moody and grumpy yesterday too, for that matter." With those words, I momentarily hung my head low and sighed. I knew precisely why Amy was in a bad mood... "HEY!" Devon screeched, an instant after getting clocked upside the head with a pillow. I turned and watched as Kristanna, who must have snuck back into our bedroom, laughed and snickered in triumph after hitting Devon with the pillow. Needless to say, it was done in a very safe, playful manner. In retaliation, Devon grabbed the nearest pillow and took a wild swing at Kristanna. It landed on her stomach, which prompted Kristanna to blast Devon upside the head yet again. The whimsical Norwegian quickly followed that up by jumping onto Devon and tackling her to the mattress. I watched with a grin across my face as the two ladies wrestled and played together for several seconds. Soon, Kristanna attached her lips to Devon's mouth for a kiss, and devoured it whole. "HEY!" It was my turn to say that as, out of the blue, a pillow came crashing onto my own face. I turned and glared at Pamela, who was now laughing and giggling up a storm. When I made a move to lunge at her, Pamela screeched out and scurried away from me. I went chasing after Pamela and eventually tracked her down on the opposite side of the suite. With Pamela cornered against the wall, I grabbed a nearby sofa cushion and was about to re-pay her. Suddenly, the back of my head was assaulted with a pillow, quickly followed by the back of my knees. Not expecting it, I crumpled down to the floor, then turned and watched as the duo of Kristanna and Devon began to pepper various portions of my body with pillows. Pamela grabbed the aforementioned sofa cushion and blasted me with it as well. My knees bent and raised, I used my hands and arms to shield my face as the three ladies took their shots at me. Again, everything was done in a very playful sort of manner. This was all in fun. "I give up!" I exclaimed, laughing. "I surrender! I give up! Where is the white flag when I need it?" Fortunately, Kristanna, Devon and Pamela had mercy on me. When the incoming pillow/cushion shots ceased, Kristanna sat up and took on a rather serious expression. "Okay, Mister Jeremy ... it is now time for your sentencing!" "My sentencing?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. "You surrendered," she explained. "You are our prisoner. You've been tried and convicted of being a sex machine!" "He's a Sybian!" Devon exclaimed, giggling. Kristanna nodded her head at me and proclaimed, "You are sentenced to 50 years of marriage - to ME, DEVVY AND PAMELA! During that time, you will SPREAD YOUR SEED and get all three of us pregnant on more than one occasion! Three or four times each, to be precise. That is for me, at least." "Spread my seed?" Devon and Pamela both snickered as Kristanna added, "When the 50 year term is up, you will serve an additional sentence of marriage - this one lasting for ALL OF ETERNITY - as me, you, Devvy and Pamela live on that big island in the sky." I laughed at her. "You're nuts, Kristanna. Just nuts. I don't think a marriage with all three of you would qualify as a sentence. It definitely would not be a punishment." "Just think, Jeremy!" Kristanna gushed. "Think of our children. Why ... they could have my perfect, sexy body ... and your big, fat, ugly head! Wouldn't that be a sight!" I laughed again. "That wasn't very nice!" Kristanna made a face and offered me some mock empathy by saying, "Oh ... you poor baby. Did I hurt your feelings?" I flashed a playful pout. "A little." "Do you think a kiss would make you feel any better?" I eagerly nodded my head at her. "Yes, I do." Kristanna smiled. "Give Jeremy a kiss, Devvy." I was expecting that cheer-me-up kiss to come from Kristanna herself, but had no complaints once Devon found my lips with her own for a tongue-laced exchange. Realizing that this woman had aspirations of spending the rest of her life with me as well, I wrapped my arms around Devon and embraced her quite lovingly. I must confess that Devon really, truly seemed at home in my arms. I got the feeling that she sort of belonged there. "Can I kiss him, too?" Pamela asked Kristanna. "Sure ... go right ahead!" Once Devon retracted her lips from my own, they were immediately replaced by Pamela's. The kiss that Pamela and I shared was slow and languid, but also very pleasurable. I found myself with my right hand on the small of her back, and my left arm also encircling her shoulders. Of course, I got the immediate sense that Pamela belonged here as well. "Have you been sucking cock again?" Devon asked Kristanna, once their lips parted from their own private kiss. "You've got cum splattered all over your mouth. I can taste it." Kristanna smiled at her. "Tastes good ... doesn't it?" "Oh yes," Devon agreed, grinning. "Very good." Kristanna shot me a playful gaze and cooed, "If there is a cock around, rest assured that I'll be happy to suck it." "What about a pussy?" Devon purred. Kristanna looked at her and responded, "This mouth of mine is a full-service, equal-opportunity mouth." She glanced at Pamela and said, "Why don't you spend the night with us? You, me, Devvy and Jeremy ... we could all fall asleep together in the big bed. How about it?" Pamela blushed and smiled, but shook her head. "No ... I think I'll pass." She shook her head again. "I'm not ready to jump head-first into things like you and Devon are. You and Devon already had a strong commitment and relationship with each other before all this talk of a group marriage came about for me. I need a little more time to get acclimated." Kristanna thought things over for a moment, then nodded her head and offered Pamela a reassuring smile. "We do not need to have sex. The four of us could stay up and talk for awhile, then just fall asleep. That would be fine." "I don't want to rain on your parade, so to speak," Pamela countered, again shaking her head. "If you want to have sex with Jeremy and Devon, Kristanna, by all means ... go ahead. I'll go back to my room. I'll be perfectly okay." "And let you spend the whole night all by yourself?" Devon exclaimed. "I don't think so! You can stay with us tonight, Pamela. Seems as if Krissy has invited you to spend the night with us. You don't want to disappoint her ... do you?" "Maybe Trish is done with her bubble-bath by now," Pamela mused. "I would not have to spend the night alone." "Stay with us!" Kristanna encouraged her, even pleading. I loved how she had extended her lower lip, and was giving Pamela a highly exaggerated pout for added emphasis. In fact, I found it to be incredibly sexy! "I love to talk," was my offering, as I looked at Pamela. "A lot of times, I enjoy honest conversation more than sex. But I think that you should know that about me by now." Pamela nodded her head. "Yes, I do know that." Next, she let out a tiny giggle. "I slept here in that wonderful bed two weeks ago. Now I get to do it again? The bed was so comfortable." Pamela tapped a finger on her chin as if she was deep in thought. "Hmmmmm ... sounds like a plan." "So are you going to spend the night?" Kristanna inquired. Pamela grinned and answered, "Yes, I am. To talk." "What are we going to talk about?" Devon wondered. "Ohhhhh ... let's talk about how beautiful and how much of a sweetheart you are," I said in response to Devon, curling my arm around hers and gently pulling her down to the bed with me. I planted a simple kiss on the side of her head as Kristanna tenderly caressed her kneecap at the same time. "We could go on FOREVER about how beautiful Devvy is, and what a sweetheart she is," Kristanna told me, grinning. I nodded my head at her. "There are not enough words and adjectives to accurately describe just how much." Devon giggled and playfully slapped my shoulder. "Oh ... stop it, Jeremy! You and Krissy are too much!" "Just telling the truth," Kristanna gently offered, before turning Devon's face toward hers and kissing her on the lips. "You are so gorgeous, Devvy. So incredibly gorgeous." Still standing, Pamela watched the three of us and our little verbal exchange. She offered a faint smile and said, "You three are so happy together..." One thing was readily apparent to me - Kristanna and Devon were crazy for each other. Once they got together, it was damn near impossible to pry them apart. I was well aware of the high regard that Kristanna held Devon in. Since her return to the island, Kristanna had been gushing about Devon and how she wanted to be with her non-stop. It was clearly obvious that Devon had a similar opinion and thoughts as they pertained to Kristanna. Not only were Kristanna and Devon in love, but they were proud of it and certainly not afraid to broadcast it to others. Both were very vocal about it. The trick here, of course, was going to be finding a way to weave Pamela into the fray while making it feel seamless and natural. That was our goal. We had a long way to go, though. From the very outset, Pamela had made it clear to me that she wanted a one-on-one relationship. She did not seem to be into the idea of sharing like Kristanna and Devon. I shall harken back to Pamela's third day here, and the conversation she and I had following a sexual encounter that began with her showing up unannounced at my door and then offering me a strip-tease and subsequent lap dance. The following are excerpts of what Pamela said to me that day. [... ] "I really understand the way you feel now, Jeremy. It is natural. You have a whole group of beautiful women here with you. All of them like you, want to get to know you better. You want to get to know them. You think, maybe, that you jumped the gun a little by telling me that I am your dream girl on just my second day here. Considering the circumstances, and the theme of this place, it's okay. If I were you, I'd want to look around a little bit too, before deciding which girl is best suited for me." "It is my job to show you - to PROVE to you, Jeremy - that I really AM your dream girl. Eventually, you will not even THINK about another woman. I am all the woman you will ever need. Just wait. You'll see." "You better be glad that I am not the jealous type, though. Carrying on with all these girls like you have. It's really, truly okay. I know that you'll ultimately choose me in the end." "Your sex resort idea is a fantasy for me, too. I have been able to let loose and be totally carefree with Amy. She is the quite the interesting girl, with many layers and facets to her personality. I've enjoyed my time with her thus far. But I would trade all of it for a one-on-one commitment from you." "When you are ready to make that commitment, Jeremy, I'll be waiting for you." Pamela followed those words up by kissing me flush on the lips and concluding, "You're worth the wait." [... ] In more recent times, of course, I got the sense that Pamela harbored a serious amount of resentment and jealousy toward Devon. A mere two nights ago and just moments before she caught me red-handed in the voyeur room, Pamela had been having a rather animated discussion with Trish. Again, I will share a few quotes from her. Mind you, this was before the massive revelation that took place between Kristanna and yours truly (i.e. the status of our relationship). Island Fever Ch. 23 Chapter 23: "Remunerate" "There you are..." I greeted in a nice, melodious voice, as Devon entered and then approached me here in the gourmet kitchenette on this tranquil Tuesday afternoon. I had been patiently awaiting her arrival for the past ten minutes. Smiling, Devon closed the distance between us and planted a gentle kiss upon my cheek. "Hi baby," she cooed, before turning her attention to the strawberry fields sundae which I had just prepared for her. Beside it was a scrumptious orange cream spritzer milkshake, which was for yours truly. "Thank you!" Devon chirped, once I handed her a spoon. "My pleasure," I grinned, as she sampled the sundae. I pulled up a stool from across the kitchen and invited Devon to take a seat beside me at the breakfast bar. "Is anything up?" she asked. I shook my head. "Not really. I just felt like taking an ice cream break. I appreciate your company." "Anytime," Devon smiled, nodding her head for emphasis. She gulped down a healthy spoonful of her ice cream treat and then seemed to focus all of her attention upon me. "I have been thinking, Jeremy, and want to run an idea by you." "Oh? What is it?" "What do you think - if everything works out the way we plan between us - about going on vacation to Norway for a month? Me, you, Krissy and Pamela? You know, after it's time for all the other girls to return home?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "You want to go to Norway?" "I'd love to!" "Why?" "So Krissy can be with her family," Devon responded. "No other reason than that. You know how incredibly close she is with her mom and dad. She even says her dad is her hero." Devon smiled again. "A month-long trip to Norway would make Krissy so happy." Devon shrugged her shoulders and added, "I have no doubt Pamela would be interested in going. She loves to travel, and Norway is a place she has yet to visit." Devon curled an arm around my lower back and patted my side with her hand. "What do you think, Jeremy? If anything, it would be good for you to get away from the island for a bit." "Why is that?" "Oh, to get out and see the world a bit," Devon encouraged me. "It would be good for you. It would be GREAT for Krissy because she has been trying to get you to visit Norway for many years. What do you say?" "Have you talked to Pamela about this yet? Kristanna?" Devon shook her head. "Just you. It's just an idea right now. But I think it's a good one." "We should talk to Pamela and get her thoughts first," I countered. "Otherwise, though, I agree that it is a good idea." Devon squealed and even clapped both hands together three times in glee as I went on, "You are right. Kristanna has been trying to convince me to go and visit Norway with her for as long as we've known each other." "With how incredibly close the two of you have become in recent times, it only makes sense," Devon mused, spooning and then sampling more of the ice cream sundae before her. I offered a forced, wry smile. "Kristanna is going to attempt to get me to move away from the island permanently. I know that is her ultimate goal. It always has been." Devon placed her hand upon my shoulder and tilted her head to the side. "Oh? What do you think about that?" "I like it here. This is my home. But Kristanna thinks the island really holds a lot of bad memories for me. You know, I have been living here mostly in solitude for the past 17 years. Almost as long as Lindsay has been alive. It has always been Kristanna's opinion that I would lead a much more productive and happy life elsewhere. Kristanna was only at the age of 6 when I moved here. It's been that long." "I was only 10," Devon said. "I do know that Krissy thinks of the island as a negative place for you. She has told me so. But more than anything, what I think she really, truly wants, Jeremy, is for you to get out in the world and start mingling with society again." Devon appeared lost in thought for a brief moment. "Do you think Krissy would try to convince you - us - to move to Norway with her?" "It is a very likely possibility," I told her. "But I do not see it happening. Perhaps I would be open to the idea of living in normal society again, but it would have to be in a tropical setting. I love the beach, the ocean, the sunshine; I love it all way too much. I could envision myself living in Hawaii, but only in La'nai because it is the only Hawaiian island that isn't overrun by droves of tourists. I could also see myself living in Anguilla. It is a very small island in the Atlantic Ocean; it is my favorite place, other than this island itself, in the whole, entire world." "Anguilla? I've never even heard of Anguilla." "What about you, Devon? Would you be open to the idea of uprooting your entire life and moving to someplace like Hawaii or Anguilla, or even Norway?" Devon giggled. "I'm ready to rip my life up like a piece of paper and start over. Whatever you and Krissy decide, as well as Pamela, Jeremy, I'll probably be along for the ride. I do not have much to go back to in Pennsylvania, you know." She frowned momentarily, but then smiled and nodded her head again. "I'm just happy that you are open to my idea about visiting Norway here soon. I will talk to Krissy and Pamela about it, and see what they say. Or, you and I could talk to them together. Krissy is going to be ECSTATIC." "I am sure we can work something out." "Devvy..." came a familiar, quirky voice from behind us. "Where oh where is my Devvy girl at? There she is!" I turned and watched as Kristanna approached Devon from behind and embraced her lovingly. She planted a kiss on the crown of Devon's head and smiled down at her. "How are you doing, honey? I see that you are enjoying an ice cream surprise without me?" Devon scooped up a nice, healthy batch of the gooey treat and lifted it to Kristanna, offering her a taste. "Ahh ... Jeremy's famous strawberry fields sundae," Kristanna nodded. "It is delicious!" I then noticed Pamela and Lindsay make their way into the kitchen as well. I got the sense that they had been doing something on the island with Kristanna, although I had no idea what. The three of them had definitely been together. "Where have you been, baby?" Devon asked Kristanna. "I was starting to get worried about you." "I took Pamela and Lindsay on a hike to the volcano," she answered. "It was a long, gruesome hike, but we had fun." "Trish didn't go with you?" Devon inquired. "Trish LOVES to go hiking and do outdoors stuff like that." Kristanna quickly looked at Lindsay, then focused upon Devon. "I asked her, but Trish was not interested." When Kristanna offered another furtive glance toward Lindsay, a light bulb went off within my mind. Trish would have loved to go, but declined once she learned that Lindsay would be along as well. Trish wanted to minimize her time around Lindsay. "Jeremy!" Kristanna greeted me in a peppy, energetic tone, raising both arms and doing a little dance move, and then reaching out and embracing me warmly. "How is Jeremy?" I wrapped my arms around her in return and tucked my chin over her right shoulder. "Why did you go to the volcano without my knowledge? You know it can be dangerous there." "We are big girls," Kristanna giggled, stepping away from me and motioning toward Pamela and Lindsay. "We can take care of ourselves." Kristanna hugged me yet again, but also placed her lips to my ear and whispered in a hushed tone, "Now is a perfect time for you to talk to Lindsay about Amy. Butter her up, and give her what she wants." My eyes went wide as Kristanna continued, "Lindsay said she wants to have sex with you. Give her what she wants and make her happy, and then talk to her about all the bondage stuff." When Kristanna pulled away from me, I offered her quite the supercilious expression. Did she really just tell me to have sex with Lindsay? My possible wife-in-waiting was okay with me becoming intimate with someone from outside our inner, albeit newfound, circle? I was to butter Lindsay up and then have that long-awaited discussion with her which I had been putting off for days? Kristanna nodded her head at me and smiled brightly for extra emphasis. Indeed, this was what she wanted. After all, I told myself, this was still the island and the theme here for the past three weeks had been that of a sexually open atmosphere. Most of all, however, Kristanna was not the jealous type. She knew her place was firm in my heart. Of course, there was also Lindsay herself. She told Kristanna that she wanted to have sex with me? It had been awhile since I had been with Lindsay in any sort of a physical or sexual manner. Much too long! In fact, the last time Lindsay and I got together was the morning after the gang-bang with the big storm raging outside. That was two weeks ago. Obviously, the girl drove me insane. Perhaps I should let my guard down and have some fun with her? Kristanna linked arms with Devon and pulled her away from the kitchen stool. She extended her free hand to Pamela, who graciously took it. "Let's go someplace where the three of us can talk. Maybe the library?" "Jeremy can come with us," Devon insisted. Kristanna glanced at Lindsay for an instant, then smiled and looked at Devon. "Little Lindsay asked for some time alone time with Jeremy. Some happy time!" "Oh!" Devon squealed, clearly getting the idea. "Think we can give that to her?" Kristanna wondered. When Devon looked at me, I shrugged my shoulders. "I want you to meet up with us later," Devon told me, stepping forward and snagging a quick kiss from my lips. Kristanna did the same, but offered me a glittering smile as well. Devon stole a kiss from Lindsay, then grabbed her ice cream sundae and allowed Kristanna to guide her and Pamela out of the kitchen. Lindsay was blushing somewhat because of the kiss Devon had bestowed upon her. She waited for the three ladies to exit the kitchen, then turned and presented me with the widest, most sincere smile of them all. It should go without saying that I considered Lindsay to be a sex goddess in training. Less than three weeks removed from losing her virginity (to Trish and yours truly, noless), Lindsay already seemed to be developing an insatiable lust when it came to pleasures of the flesh. Lindsay seemed so wholesome and pure, but with an added touch of naughtiness hidden beneath the surface that was just starting to develop. Basically, Lindsay had been raised as a good girl and was probably taught all along by her parents that sex was bad. The thought had definitely been ingrained within her. However, this good girl wanted to go bad. I was fine with Lindsay wanting to dabble and experiment with things, but felt some of her recent activities with Amy (mostly bondage and submission games) had gone a bit too far. Both Kristanna and Pamela tried to convince me in recent days to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk with Lindsay. That was fine and all, but unfortunately, I felt as if the tone of the discussion would be more father-to-daughter than anything else. I had to go all parental on Lindsay, and do my best to convince her that Amy may not exactly have the best long-term intentions in mind for her. First, though... "Hi sweetheart," I greeted in return, eyeing her somewhat dishevled appearance. Dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts, Lindsay looked as if she had just finished running a marathon. Her hair was all wild, and she looked tired and frazzled. Her mascara was a total mess too, but in no way was I complaining. Lindsay still looked wonderful to me. "Seems like you had a rather tough time at the volcano." "I've never climbed something so big in my life!" Lindsay exclaimed, before smiling again. "Kristanna told me that the volcano we visited is called Mount Jeremy. That true?" I nodded my head. "Yes, it's called Mount Jeremy. It's 3,218 feet at its highest point. We name things after each other on the island. You've already been to Devon Falls, sweetheart. And there is Kristanna Field, too." Lindsay giggled. "Kristanna told me that the big deck outside of your bedroom is called Pamela Pavilion." "Pamela Pavilion?" I echoed. "I was not aware the deck had a name. Sounds like a good fit, though. Pamela and I had some pretty long and insightful conversations on that deck." I smiled at the thought. "It sounds perfect." "I'd love to mount YOU, Jeremy," Lindsay grinned, reaching out and trailing a single finger along my shoulder. My cock rustled about within my shorts as I laughed in response to her suggestive words. "Is that what you wanted this time alone with me for, dear? You ... want to mount me?" Suddenly, Lindsay pouted. "Yes!" Her eyes narrowed as she continued, "Do you know it has been two long weeks since I last sucked your cock? You have been spending so much time as of late with Kristanna. Understandably so, of course." Lindsay stomped her foot upon the floor in a tizzied huff and complained, "You haven't had any time for me lately!" "A lot has been going on around here, sweetheart," I told her. "I am sorry I've been neglecting you." Lindsay stepped closer, finally closing the short distance between us. She pressed her nubile young body upon mine and ran the palm of her little right hand up and down my side. "Well, you're not going to neglect me today, at least. I am not going to allow you!" I took a deep breath and sighed once Lindsay trailed her hand downward and gave my aching cock a healthy squeeze through the cargo shorts that I had on. An instant later, she brought that same hand up to her face, then opened her mouth and pointed at it with an extended finger. Clearly, this precious angel wanted to perform oral sex on me. "Should I take my clothes off first?" "Yes please," I replied, without hesitation. Lindsay again smiled as she lifted her tank-top up, and over, her head. She knelt down and unlaced her hiking boots, then quickly got rid of them. I stood back and admired the scenery as Lindsay slid her denim shorts downward and then stepped out of them. Next came her white panties, followed by her bra. Suddenly, the only thing keeping Lindsay from being totally nude was a thick pair of gray hiking socks. It did not seem she had any plans of taking them off. "Oh God..." I growled, eyeing her luscious figure up and down. Lindsay was so incredibly beautiful. She was living proof that teen-age girls could grow up really fast. I could easily envision her, just a few years ago, in braces and pig-tails, with that shy and humble nature to match. Now, Daddy's little girl had become an 18-year-old woman, ready to totally indulge herself as she struggled to wrap her glossy, pink lips around my throbbing erection. After dropping down to her knees, Lindsay reached out with both hands and tugged at my shorts. Once unlooping my belt, she undid my shorts and then pulled them down. There was a dreamy, wide-eyed expression upon Lindsay's darling face as she reached into my briefs and fished my hard cock out. I growled again, this time as she briskly stroked me off. I placed both hands upon the stool behind me and leaned against it for support as Lindsay now used her own hands to vigorously pump and frig my shaft. Still, I needed to talk to her about Amy and the direction of their relationship. Believe it or not, but that was still on my mind. "You've been spending lots of time with Amy as of late. Is there anything going on that you'd care to discuss?" "What do you mean?" Lindsay asked, extending her tongue and swiping away at the very tip of my cock. "I understand that you and her have been doing some pretty outlandish things together," were my words. I suddenly felt as if I was walking on egg shells here. I did not want to come across as too parental, and possibly upset Lindsay in the process. "You have been experimenting with bondage, and pain. What can you tell me about that, if anything?" "What do you want to know?" "Do you enjoy it?" Lindsay smiled and mouthed the head of my erection for several seconds before answering, "Yes, I absolutely love it! Though, Amy has not been talking to me since the night of her birthday party. She is angry that I walked out on it. I got mad myself, you know, because Amy and the others were making fun of me. How was I supposed to know that something called Chicken of the Sea is actually tuna?" Lindsay wrapped her moist lips around my cock and offered it a feverish, but somewhat brief, sucking. "That's why I left the birthday party." Lindsay was suddenly frigging my cock with both hands like there was no tomorrow. "Amy shouldn't have been such a big meanie, and made fun of me. That wasn't nice." "Amy is quite angry at me too." "Amy is mad at everyone on the island except Camille," Lindsay offered. "But she will get over it. We only have three weeks left here. There is no reason to spend any of it angry at the world like she is now." I closed my eyes and sighed at the wondrous sensations. When Lindsay was not talking, she was servicing my cock with her magical mouth. It was difficult to hold a conversation in this manner, but I trudged forward anyway. "So you haven't been with Amy since the day of the party?" "Uh uh," she answered, shaking her head. "How have you been keeping yourself busy, and entertained?" Instead of answering, Lindsay took my cock right back into her hungry mouth and started sucking again. "Do you actually enjoy what Amy has been doing to..." "Let's stop talking," Lindsay insisted, cutting me off. "I don't want to talk. I just want to suck your cock." "I have something even better in mind," I informed her. Lindsay looked up at me with a quizzical expression as I withdrew my erection from between her pouty pink lips. Then I grasped it with my right hand and rubbed its bulging tip all over her pretty face and quivering lips. After grasping a clump of her silky-smooth blonde hair, I wrapped it around my cock and started stroking. I really could have blew my load right there, but knew my sperm was needed elsewhere. Letting go of Lindsay's hair, I pushed my hips forward until my cock was jammed in her mouth. I used both hands to cradle her head as I started off with a slow, thrusting motion. I pulled my shaft out, until just its tip was encircled by her lips. Next, I plunged it back into her mouth until it was fully embedded within her throat. Then, I repeated the process ... over and over again. Eventually, my fingers were twisting and twirling their way through Lindsay's hair. I could see her throat swell as each hard thrust pushed my cock deep inside her. It was not too long before I was pounding away at her, at warp-speed. After several seconds of this physical, harsh treatment, I hammered my cock into Lindsay's mouth one final time and began to blast a load of sperm deep into her hungry throat. I screamed out in maddening desire as Lindsay stared up at me, squealing wildly, with absolute lust in her eyes. I then watched with amazement as her throat rippled, while she guzzled down each of my thick, heavy doses of sperm. I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by me withdrawing my cock from the confines of her mouth. It was still coated with sperm, so Lindsay's head darted forward and she sucked it dry. Obviously, she wanted every drop. I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free from the wondrous, warm clutches of Lindsay's sweet mouth. I took a step back and sighed deeply, saying, "Incredible..." "I like that!" Lindsay squealed, grasping her chin with her right hand while opening and closing her mouth in succession, stretching her jaws. "Sliding your big cock in my mouth like that!" Suddenly, Lindsay was all bubbly. "And I swallowed every last drop, too! That's a first for me!" "First of many," I said, short of breath. I leaned down and gently patted the back of her shoulder. "Let's go off to my room, dear. There are much better places for this than the kitchen floor. Don't you think?" Island Fever Ch. 23 Lindsay stood up, then reached down with both hands and rubbed her kneecaps. Unfortunately, they were red from being on the floor. "Linoleum is a killer on the knees," was her comment, as she then made a motion to retrieve her clothing. I stopped her, however. "You don't need your clothes." "But I don't want to leave them here in the kitchen!" Lindsay whined. "You don't need them," I reiterated, my voice sounding firm and authoritative. Lindsay hesitated for a moment, looking at me, but then relented and nodded her head in agreement. Feeling as if I was about go on a power trip of my own, I pointed toward the general direction of my personal suite and ordered, "Get moving, Lindsay." She offered me another look, but then turned and began walking off. I pulled my own shorts and briefs back up and dutifully followed her. I let Lindsay lead the way to the luxurious suite that I shared with Kristanna, my lecherous eyes trained upon that tight, little ass of hers. There were a lot of things I suddenly had in mind for that ass... Once the long trek from the kitchen to my suite was finally complete, Lindsay turned toward me and I admired her from head to toe. She had a magnificent body. There was no doubt about that. Of particular interest to me were her firm, taut breasts, and the patch of blonde curls nestled between her thighs. But I did have an idea in mind that could, quite possibly, improve her physical appearance. "Lindsay, sweetheart ... can I ask you for something? It is perfectly okay if you say no. I would understand." "Sure," she replied. "Ask away." I offered a cautious smile. "There is something I have always wanted to do to a woman ... but have never had the opportunity. As I said, it's okay if you say no." "What is it?" Lindsay did not appear apprehensive at all. She seemed more interested and curious than anything else. I smiled once again, then turned and retrieved a can of shaving cream and a straight razor from the nearby dresser. When the 18-year-old caught a glimpse of what I had in my hands, her pretty blue eyes widened in obvious shock. "You ... you ... you want to shave my pussy?" I gently shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yes, I'd like to. If it's okay with you. If not, it is perfectly fine. I won't hold anything against you." Lindsay paused for a moment, apparently lost in thought. She seemed to be debating things in her mind. I just stood there, holding the can of shaving cream in one hand and a razor in the other, awaiting her reply. Lindsay looked up at me and reached between her thighs, and ran her palm across her silky bush. "I've never even thought of shaving my pussy. I ... I ... the thought ... it has never even crossed my mind!" "It's okay if you say no, dear," was my response as she continued rubbing herself. "I would understand perfectly." "No," she countered. "I want you to." Lindsay's posture straightened and she spoke with confidence, "I want you to. I want you to shave my pussy." "Are you sure?" "Yes," she replied. "Sure as I've ever been. If it will make you happy ... then I'm all for it. You have done so much for me and my family, Jeremy. I can do this for you." I nodded my head at her and returned, "Excellent. Get up on the bed and lay down ... and spread your legs for me." My cock was starting to pulse with newfound life as I made my way over to Lindsay, the shaving cream and razor in hand. I knelt down between her widespread thighs and took in the sight of her lovely, little pussy. It was partially hidden below a nest of blonde curls - but not for long. I applied a generous helping of shaving cream to my fingers and completely lathered up the silken joining of her thighs. Lindsay's body was trembling with an obvious mixture of apprehension and arousal as she lay on the bed, her head raised and looking at me. Soon, her eyes darted toward the razor which I held in my right hand, dangling it before her. "You sure you want me to do this?" I asked yet again. I wanted to be absolutely positive that it was okay with her. "Yes," she answered. "I'm just a little nervous ... that's all. You know, that big razor and all..." "Ahh, don't worry," I soothed her. "I'll be real careful with it. Just relax, sweetheart. Just relax..." I sprayed a helping of shaving cream all over my left hand, then lathered Lindsay's tender pussy and inner thighs up some more with it. Another helping was applied shortly thereafter. Soon, Lindsay looked like a whip-cream sundae. All she needed now, it seemed, was a cherry on top. But I had already taken the most precious type of cherry from her... "Oh my God!" the teen-ager breathed as I pressed the razor upon her right thigh, and started moving inward. Her body tensed as nearly half of her silky bush was taken away with a series of short, quick swipes. I pulled the razor back for a quick moment and shook it vigorously, causing any excess cream to fling off. "See?" I said, kissing her kneecap. "That didn't hurt ... did it? Just a bit more and I'll be all done." Using the razor, I now worked on the opposite side. Being both gentle and extremely careful, I shaved away the curly blonde patch while Lindsay continued to sigh and breathe beneath me. I think it was exciting her for me to do this. I pulled the razor back and shook it out again. Now, the last remaining areas for me to take care of were above Lindsay's pussy and either side of her clitoris. I swiped away the upper portion with relative ease, but knew extra caution was needed to take care of her little passion-nub. The vixen flinched as I gently placed the razor next to her clitoris. I moved the blade outward, swiping away any fuzz. Then I did the same on the opposite side. Now, save for a couple places I had missed here-and-there, I was just about finished. Just a few razor swipes later, and Lindsay's pussy was completely shaved bald. "Oh my God!" she breathed, reaching between her thighs and feeling herself. "It's all gone!" "Hold on, sweetheart," I said, raising to my feet. I quickly went to the washroom and got a warm cloth, then returned and pressed it between her thighs. I rubbed away all of the excess shaving cream and was rewarded with the full, unobstructed view of a beautiful, little pussy. Finally free, it literally glistened in the natural light from the nearby window! It looked a little lonely, though. I would have to take care of that here soon. Lindsay continued to rub herself for several seconds, breathing deeply, before finally offering a smile. I think she was enjoying the way her bare pussy felt upon her hand. Seeing her smile made me do the same in return. Of course - by now - my shaft was as hard as a rock. I am not sure if anyone had ever gotten me more hard than I was right now. Although it was short in length of time, shaving Lindsay's pussy had been an incredible experience for me. It was something I had always wanted to do to a woman, but never had the opportunity. Believe it or not, but I found it to be special and something I would always remember. I was a sucker for things like this... "I hope you like it," I told her. "No blood, either. So I didn't nick you anywhere with the blade." "Like it?" Lindsay responded. "I LOVE IT! I love how it feels. I ... I feel more exposed now. I love it!" I smiled at her while tossing the wash-cloth elsewhere in the room. "May I be the first one to lick your bald pussy?" "Of course!" Lindsay exclaimed, opening her thighs even further. "By all means, please!" I moved between her thighs and gave her damp slit a long, thorough lash with my tongue. Lindsay gasped at the initial contact, then reached down with her right hand and gently fingered her clitoris. I watched this for a moment, then made eye contact with her and smiled. I dropped to my knees and settled between her thighs. As I started swiping away at her pussy, Lindsay hooked a leg around my shoulder and upper back, and sighed in lust. She moved her fingers downward, across her pussy, but kept them wide enough so I had ample access to her wetness. Lindsay groaned in arousal as I worked her over with my tongue. With her free hand, the young woman grasped one of her firm, exquisite breasts and squeezed it tightly. "Feels so good!" she cooed, her eyes fixated upon mine as I stared up at her. I licked and slurped away upon her velvety pussy, and paid special attention to her tiny slit. I brushed my lower lip across it, to which Lindsay squealed in response. It was quite obvious that she was really turned on right now. I kissed her womanly folds as her body started to rumble and vibrate upon the bed. She brought both hands downward, between her outstretched thighs, and pried open her nether lips with several fingertips. I used the invitation to plunge my tongue even deeper into her wet recesses. As I then pressed a finger to her anus, Lindsay's body began to buck and thrash about wildly. She screamed in lust at the new sensation, just before I used the opportunity to clamp down hard upon her pussy with my lips and mouth. Lindsay bellowed and cried in passion as a powerful orgasm overtook her entire body. A split-second later, a stream of female love-juice was oozing from the confines of her folds. Of course, I greedily lapped all of it up with my tongue. I did not stop, in fact, until her pussy had been thoroughly licked and cleansed dry. That was not for awhile. "OHHHHH..." the little angel sighed in the aftermath, her blue eyes closed. "You made my pussy feel so good, Jeremy. You really did. Oh my ... that was something wonderful!" I finally withdrew my face from between her thighs, and offered a gentle smile. "It was my pleasure, Miss Lindsay." I kissed one of her kneecaps and asked in an easy tone, "Do you masturbate a lot?" Lindsay's face reddened (I loved that look from her) as I added, "I saw you touching yourself." Lindsay pouted, perhaps too ashamed to speak. I kissed her kneecap again. "It's okay, honey. This is my island, my mansion. This isn't Ohio with judgmental family members and friends around to condemn you for any little thing that they think is wrong." I stroked her leg with my right hand and stressed, "Lighten up. I want you to be totally open and honest with me. I will never hurt you, or wrong you. There is no need to be embarrassed or shy. Now, you were touching yourself when I was giving you oral." "I couldn't help it," she confessed, avoiding eye contact with me. "I ... I just couldn't help it. Your tongue ... it made me ... it made me ... so hot. So incredibly hot." I smiled at her words, thinking to myself that Lindsay was such a sweetheart. A total sweetheart! Still, I needed to nudge her some more. "Do you masturbate a lot? Tell me." "Yes," she answered quickly. "How often?" Lindsay gulped her throat. "Every ... day..." I smiled and nodded my head in response, once again kissing her kneecap. "If I was a woman and had a body like yours, sweetheart, I couldn't resist touching myself, either." Lindsay giggled as I continued, "It is perfectly normal. Everyone masturbates. Everyone." "They do?" "Everyone," I reiterated. "I think you're a good girl, Lindsay. You were raised to be a good girl." I smiled at her. "But part of you wants to be a bad girl. Correct?" The blonde vigorously shook her head, although I could tell that she was hedging somewhat to my lewd suggestion. "No! I'm a good girl. Bad is well ... it's BAD!" I tilted my head to the side and smiled gently at her. "Good girls don't whine and complain when they don't get to suck cock - like you did earlier, to me." There was that irresistible blush from her again! "And you could never call a good girl a blowjob machine." I smiled at her once again. "Know what I call you, Lindsay?" "What?" "A blowjob machine. Know what else I call you?" Now, Lindsay was fidgeting. "What?" "A bad girl." I ran my right hand over and across her inner thigh, relishing its firmness, as she still lay upon the bed in front of me. "It's okay to be bad, sweetheart. It's GOOD to be bad." I paused for a moment, allowing my words to sink in. "Tell me. Are you a bad girl?" "Yes," Lindsay said, still refusing to make eye contact. "Yes what?" She squealed and shook her head, not pleased that I wanted some specifics. "Yes, I'm a ... bad girl." "Good girl," I praised her, grinning. "You admit it. Do you want to have sex with me now?" "God yes!" Lindsay exclaimed, sitting up upon the bed and finally looking me square in the eyes. "Be graphic about it. Tell me what you want." "What do you mean?" she asked, confused. "Talk like a bad girl would," I urged her. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you." Lindsay gulped her throat, but pressed forward anyway. "I want you ... I want you to ... fu-fu-fuck ... me." I smiled and nodded my head, raising from my knees and taking a seat upon the bed beside her. In what was a more controlled and subdued environment, Lindsay still felt shame while using nasty words and acting all promiscuous. That was obvious. Bring Amy into the mix, though, and things would suddenly change. Lindsay could be quite vocal and foul-mouthed when Amy had her going, and was pressing all the right buttons to get her hot and bothered. Lindsay had two different sides to her personality. "Word on the street, honey, is that Amy has used a dildo on you for anal sex." Lindsay cast her eyes downward as I went on, "Probably more than once, too. Is that something you would like to try and experiment with ... with me?" I brought a hand to her face and stroked it lovingly. "I would LOVE to try it with you ... if you would be interested." "Oh ... I don't know about that," Lindsay fretted in response. "I mean ... your cock feels so big and huge in my pussy as it is. Would it even fit in my ... butt? I mean, Amy has only used small, thin dildos on me ... down there. You ... your cock is a lot ... bigger." "I'll make it fit." Skeptical, Lindsay fidgeted again. "I bet it will hurt!" I nodded my head and countered, "Yes, it may hurt. It can hurt if the man does not know what he is doing. If you ask Kristanna, though, she says that I know what I'm doing. She has always enjoyed anal sex with me. Of course, it can hurt even if the man does it right. Depends on the woman herself, I suppose." I smiled at her and promised, "I will do everything in my power to make it NOT hurt for you, sweetheart, and for you to enjoy it." "Yes..." "Yes what?" She made eye contact with me and clarified, "Yes ... you can do anal sex with me. F-Fuck me ... in the ... ass." Although an incredible rush of excitement went through my body because Lindsay was granting my request, I still found myself chuckling at her sweet, innocent nature. With that charming, humble demeanor of hers, Lindsay was nearly too much for me to handle at times. "Have you ever said a bad word in your life?" "Not until coming to the island," Lindsay responded. "That 'F' word ... my mom would skin me alive if she heard me say that. We don't talk like that in our household." "You're 18 now, sweetheart. You can say what you want." "My mom would still skin me alive if she heard me say that word," Lindsay reiterated. "As long as I am under her roof. You just don't talk that way in my family." "You're not under that roof anymore," I reminded her, tightening my hold upon her shoulder. "You're under mine." "Yes," she agreed. "So it's okay for me to say that." "It's okay for you to do whatever you want," I told her. "That includes getting up on your hands and knees - so I can fuck that tight, little ass of yours." Lindsay blushed as I used the most direct, blunt route I could. I usually do not speak that way myself, but right now, it was justified. "Yes, sir." My heart literally skipped a beat as Lindsay wiggled free from my clutches and got on all fours. She offered me a sultry, steamy glare over her shoulder, then wiggled that beautiful ass for my adoring eyes. Soon, I reached into the drawer of the night-stand next to the bed and retrieved a tube of anal lubricant. I waved it before Lindsay's face. "This is called Astroglide," I informed her. "Whenever you want to try anal sex with someone - whether it be me, or someone else - you need some sort of lubricant. The type that Kristanna prefers is this - Astroglide." "Amy went in dry on me with her dildo!" "That's not very smart, or healthy," I advised her. "I want to take care of you, and know you are safe. Now I'm gonna smear some Astroglide on my finger, and put it in you." "Yes!" Lindsay squealed, her hips undulating about in a lewd, forbidden manner. "Put it in my ass!" Enjoying Lindsay's newfound attitude, I applied a generous amount of lubricant to my right index finger and slowly but surely inserted it into her rectum. Lindsay's body tensed in response and she sucked in a hard, deep breath as I nudged my finger into her bowels. I wiggled it about in leisurely circles, eliciting a squeal and moan from Lindsay, before pulling it out. Next, I spread a large amount of lubricant over and across the tight, puckered entrance of her anus. "You like that, honey?" "Your finger felt all big in there!" she huffed. "I still don't know how you'll possibly fit your cock into me!" After getting rid of my shorts and briefs, I made the final preparations by smearing my erection with Astroglide. Then I got onto my knees behind her upturned ass and placed both hands upon her hips. "It will fit," I promised her. "Trust me on that, honey. It will fit. I'll make it fit." Lindsay grunted and moaned with forbidden desire once I pressed the head of my throbbing cock to the air-tight crevice that was her rectum. I took a deep breath and forged my way into her, albeit in a very gentle manner. Beneath me, Lindsay's entire body was flexing about due to the sensations as she rocked her face from side-to-side. "OH GOD! OH MY STARS! THAT ... OHHHHH! OHHHHH!" It seemed as if I was trying to break down a brick wall as I attempted to insert more of my erection into her anus. Once I was halfway in, Lindsay made her right hand into a fist and began pounding it in succession upon the mattress. I could not believe the highly animated reaction that I was getting out of her. I had not even begun to thrust myself into her yet! But she was already screaming. "OHHHHH! HMMMMM! OH GOD! HURTS! HURTS!" "You okay, dear?" I sighed, my hands grasping her hips. I leaned forward and growled, "Everything okay?" "EVERYTHING IS ... FINE. FINE! HMMMMM!" "Oh wow..." I moaned, now realizing that the full length of my shaft was now embedded within Lindsay's tender anus. I was stuffed so far into her that my testicles were pressing upon her upturned ass. I grasped her hips even tighter with my hands and tossed my head back, enjoying the sensations. "How does it feel, honey?" "HMMMMM! LIKE A ... LIKE A COCK IS IN MY ASS!" Okay, I said to myself. Good enough answer. Lindsay then flailed both arms about and roared, "I'VE NEVER FELT ... OH GOD! IT'S SO BIG! AND IT FEELS SO STRANGE! DIFFERENT! DIFFERENT!" I chuckled and told her, "It can't be much different than when Amy put that dildo inside of you." "Oh, it is different!" she assured me. "It's different! It feels a hundred times better, and much more intense!" "Do you like me taking control, Lindsay, and being strong and forceful with you?" "I do!" she whined. "I do!..." Now, it was time to shift things into a higher gear. I offered the right side of Lindsay's quivering ass a quick, stinging blow with an open hand. She grunted and looked over her shoulder at me, the expression upon her lovely face now full of total arousal. With such a good reaction, I slapped her ass again. "OH GOD!" she growled, her eyes glazed over. "YOU'RE ... YOU'RE SPANKING ME! I ... OHHHHH ... OH GOD." Island Fever Ch. 23 Throwing caution to the wind, I now slapped her ass with both hands - on each side - as I began to thrust my erection in-and-out of her bowels at a good, steady pace. Soon, I slipped a pair of fingers into her pussy and imbedded them there. Lindsay was screaming incoherently now, but at least she was nodding her head. That told me to keep going. Suddenly, I lost control of my senses and began ramming Lindsay with absolute, brute force. Alternating between the deep thrusts and the stinging slaps on the reddened ass in front of me, I inserted two more fingers into Lindsay's little pussy - making the total four. The heavenly angel was crazed with passion and even through my wild, animalistic rage, I could tell that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. Lindsay continued to scream as she dropped down from her hands and knees to her shoulders and knees. She leaned all the way over, her shoulders and the side of her face upon the mattress, her arms limp around her. Not only had I cruelly spanked her ass with my right hand, but I also penetrated her pussy with four fingers from my left and pistoned my throbbing cock in-and-out of her anus - all at the same time. It now seemed as if she was willing to let me have my way with her in any fashion I saw fit. Indeed, Lindsay had just went all-out, total submissive on me. The searing, incredible amount of friction as Lindsay's ass literally gripped and clutched my cock like a tight, unforgiving vise got to be too much for me to handle. I jammed the entire length of my shaft into her rectum and, with four fingers still buried in her pussy, I used my thumb to massage and stimulate her clitoris. That seemed to set off a four-alarm fire within Lindsay, who did nothing but scream as her nubile, young body bucked and squirmed about beneath me in the hot, wondrous throes of orgasm. An instant later, I felt the familiar explosion inside as my cock emptied its spermy load deep inside of Lindsay's ass. Both of us were now screaming, our bodies rocking together on the very brink of madness. I used both hands to slap and spank her ass until the orgasmic sensations reached the boiling point and then faded away. Once that happened, I simply collapsed on top of Lindsay. I was totally spent. - In the wreckage that was our bodies following such a spirited, lively encounter, we were still on the mattress, nary a word spoken, for at least a minute. I realized that my shaft was no longer in her rectum once Lindsay began to gyrate her hips in a nasty, suggestive manner upon my pelvis. The move caused me to grab a clump of her long-flowing blonde hair and gently pull on it, bringing her head up so I could curl my face in for a deep, salacious kiss upon the lips. "Oh God ... I n-never ... Oh God ... I never dreamed..." the young woman babbled on, shaking her head in the aftermath. She then looked over her shoulder at me and giggled, "I never envisioned you, Jeremy, taking ... me ... like that." At this moment in time, I wondered to myself if there was such a thing as too much hot, 18-year-old pussy. Perhaps at one time she truly was Daddy's little girl in her suburban Cincinnati hometown, but on this beautiful island of mine, Lindsay was transforming into a hot, brazen nymphomaniac before my very eyes. That lovely face, snug pussy and tight ass of hers was the stuff that erotic dreams were made of. Not only had I been the lucky one to pop Lindsay's virginal cherry (with assistance from Trish, mind you), but I had now blazed a hot, forbidden trail into her anus as well. Never mind that Amy got to that part of her body before I did. I could at least take solace in the fact that I would forever be Lindsay's first man. Indeed, this good girl was definitely going bad. Lindsay was quickly becoming a certified blowjob machine and, I cannot forget, she just allowed me to take a razor and shaving cream to that scrumptious pussy of hers. What will my three main ladies - Kristanna, Devon and Pamela - think once they learn that I am the one responsible for Lindsay's new, freshly-shorn look? What would the others think about it? I placed my right hand atop Lindsay's head and ran it throughout her long-flowing blonde hair several times in succession. "Do you trust me, sweetheart?" "Oh God ... you know I do, Jeremy," she quaked in response. "You value my opinion and what say, what I think?" I placed both hands on either side of Lindsay's torso, and literally flipped her over so she was now facing me. "Of course!" The young woman fidgeted about somewhat and asked, "What's this about, anyway? You're acting strange all of a sudden. I'm not sure I like it." "Not strange, just concerned," I told her, before taking a deep breath. It was time. "What happened between you and I right now, it was okay. It was fine. It was a little over the top, but not too much. We are two consenting adults." "Yeah?" Lindsay appeared totally confused. "It's okay to play a bad girl every now and then," were my words. "It's okay to go outside the norm, so to speak. But both you and I know that in reality, 99 percent of the time, you are not a bad girl. It's not you. You are a good girl. It's your rightful calling." "I don't quite understand what you're saying to me..." It was time for me to be blunt and straightforward. "I believe that Amy wants to do things to you, Lindsay, that are not right or healthy. She wants to take you on a path where, instead of being a bad girl one percent of the time and only with the person or people you truly love and care for - and more importantly, care about you and your welfare, you are a bad girl 100 percent of the time. That is what Amy wants. She wants to corrupt you." "I'm still lost..." "I hear this talk about Amy going back to Cincinnati with you, and GIVING you to a group of her boyfriends. I even hear that Amy says she is going to SELL you, and make a profit off of you. Is that what you truly want? How do you go from being an untouched virgin three weeks ago to now, a full-blown submissive who enjoys being whipped and beaten?" Lindsay made a face. "Amy does not BEAT me. That is way too harsh of a word. And I enjoy the pain and discomfort. It may be something different, but I like it." "Amy is leading you down a road, sweetheart, that you should not be travelling." "What do you mean?" "I don't want myself, or this island and its atmosphere, to be responsible for you living in shackles and chains ten years from now while servicing an entire group of men - all the while wondering where your life has gone, and where it went wrong." Lindsay again made a face as I continued, "No one on the island wants that. No one ... except maybe Amy." "Do you think I'm really going to allow Amy to just hand me over to five black guys?" Lindsay retorted, now a bit frazzled. She understood what I was trying to tell her now. "Truth is, once these six weeks are up, I doubt I will ever see Amy again. I'm not planning on it." "Amy lives mere minutes from you back in Ohio," I reminded her. "Why wouldn't you see her again?" "Because I have no reason to," the 18-year-old shot back. "I am enjoying my time on the island and everything here. I am having the time of my life. I may look back 50 years from now and think that these six weeks were the greatest six weeks of my ENTIRE LIFE." She held up a finger and waved it about before me. "But when it's time to go home, it will be time to go HOME. I will leave EVERYTHING that happened to me on this island - and EVERYONE - here. Including Amy. Why do you think I don't want to pursue a relationship with Trish? Trish is an amazing girl; a wonderful girl. But I didn't come to the island for a relationship. I came here because my family needs money, and this is my way of helping out." Lindsay was silent for several seconds, then shook her head and offered me a peculiar expression. "Do you think I am going back to Ohio and becoming a submissive for Amy? This is all fun and games here, Jeremy. That's all it is to me. I'm having a blast, but I take nothing serious from this island nor do I want any sort of commitment. When I go back home, Trish, Amy and everything else on this island and from this island will be a distant memory to me. I do not care if Amy is my next-door neighbor. Everything she has done, and will do to me, will remain on this island. I do not envision having any sort of contact with Amy at all." Suddenly, I was crestfallen. I felt badly depressed. "So EVERYTHING on this island is just a game to you? A pay-day?" "Why else would I come here?" Lindsay countered. "Why?" "I thought all of you girls were the past the money thing, and simply enjoying yourselves and the vacation time here," was my sullen rebuttal. "Most of you, at least." "I AM enjoying myself," she insisted. "But I do not take much of anything here seriously. Has the island opened new doors for me? Yes. Has it shown me a new side of myself? Yes. Did it show me new avenues - like being a submissive and enjoying bondage - that I could one day pursue and enjoy for fun on the side? Yes, it has. Did it show me that I could, as you said, be a bad girl and enjoy myself? Yes." "But to imply that I am going home next month and will allow Amy to turn me into ... well, a carbon copy of herself, that will never happen. I will NEVER be like Amy." Lindsay paused and added, "I've made up my mind. Instead of becoming a teacher, I'm going to get involved with the church. It was either/or, but I've made up my mind now. I want to be a minister like my father was before he passed away last year. "You may not associate a minister-to-be spending six weeks of her life in a place like this - the island - but I did it for my family. We needed the money because Dad did not have any life insurance. Bills were piling up even before he died. So, in coming here, I made a sacrifice. Else, my family would be bankrupt and we would lose our home. But when it is time to go back to reality, all of this will be left behind. Trish, Amy, the island ... everything. I am here for the money. It has and always will be the only reason." Over the course of the past few moments, I had realized something. It was the primary reason why I suddenly felt so down and depressed. I thought back to all of the great times I had with Lindsay over the past couple of weeks. I recalled taking her virginity. The morning of the massive electrical storm when Lindsay was so distraught and upset, I was eventually able to calm her down and she wound up putting on her cheerleader outfit and dancing for me. That had been a memorable, special experience for me. All of the little, friendly conversations she and I had shared together. All of the laughs. Of course, what transpired right here a short time ago - first shaving her pussy, then getting to perform anal sex on her. I thought back to all of that, and many other things. Everything I had experienced with Lindsay had been bought, and manufactured. Nothing we had done together was genuine, or pure. Nothing was real. If Lindsay did not care about the other ladies and wanted no part of them once returning home, she had the same opinion of me. That hurt. Oh, I was not upset that I would not have a place in Lindsay's life. I did not want a place in her life. I had Kristanna, Devon and Pamela for that. I just thought Lindsay and I had a special little thing going. I cared about her, and I thought she cared about me. Clearly, she did not. Perhaps the most magical night of my entire life thus far was when Trish and I helped take Lindsay's virginity. I had never been with a virgin before. I will probably never be with one again. Not everyone can honestly say that they took another person's virginity. Nor can most 39-year-old men say they did it with an 18-year-old. But I did not look at it as a notch on my bedpost. I was not the type to brag, either. Rather, I had always viewed that evening as something incredibly special. Lindsay and I may never get married, I always thought, but we liked and cared enough for each other for her to offer me the opportunity to be with her on what was typically a very momentus occasion. She and I would go to our graves, I imagined, remembering how special it was. Now, I realized that that evening - and everything else Lindsay and I had done together these past few weeks - was artificially manufactured. It was bought and pair for - with no emotional strings attached whatsoever. This was all a job to her; a duty. Did she actually even enjoy herself? ***End of Chapter 23*** Island Fever Ch. 24 Chapter 24: "Amalgamation" ***** As we sat side-by-side upon a huge boulder in the forest, Amy and I had been thoroughly immersed in a deep-rooted and rather enlightening discussion over the past half-hour. We were well away from the mansion and the other ladies, and thus, this level of privacy and seclusion had allowed Amy to open herself up to me. Of course, I was all ears. It took some doing on my part, but I was finally able to approach Amy earlier and get her to talk to me. Ever since this past Sunday, which was three days ago, Amy had given me the cold shoulder. The evening before that was when I had left her birthday party, and did not come back. The events that then took place that evening prompted me to forget that there was even a party to return to. Pamela caught me in the voyeur room and learned that I had been spying on her and all of the other ladies without their knowledge or consent. She became incredibly upset and, as a result, slapped me across the face for my wrongdoings. My (now) infamous discussion with Kristanna occurred a short time later. I was horribly distraught and not feeling right, worried that Pamela hated me, and that everyone on the island knew about my dark, little secret. I was in a really bad frame of mind. But Kristanna showed up like an angel straight out of Heaven and helped quell my fears, then professed her undying and ever-lasting love for me. I fell asleep with her and, in the process, completely forgot all about Amy and what was supposed to be her birthday party. Thus, Amy had been quite angry with me. I could not blame her. She had refused to even give me the time of day recently. However, on this day, I came across Amy in the central room and tried talking to her. She seemed to be in a slightly better mood, so I was able to apologize to her several times in succession. For whatever reason, Amy was a bit more receptive today, and finally accepted my aplogy. I took Amy by the hand and asked her to go on a walk with me. I wanted to talk (and apologize) some more to her. She and I came across this humungous boulder deep in the forest where we were now. Amy seemed to enjoy the area, so she took a seat atop the boulder and I did the same. "I'm not the happiest person in the world, you know," she told me, frowning, while also shaking her head. "I ... I sometimes look at my life, and wonder where everything went wrong. When I graduated from high school 13 years ago, I had plans. I wanted to be married by the time I was 22." She pouted and added, "I wanted to be ... happy. I was going to get married and hopefully have some kids. You know ... grow old together with my husband. Live in a nice, little house with a white picket fence. That's what I wanted. But I'm 31 now. None of that will ever happen for me." I squinted my eyes and asked, "What makes you say that? I am 39 - much older than you - and thanks to Kristanna, I feel as though the best years of my life are ahead of me. Some people don't get married until even later in life - 50, even 60. There are some who even get married much later than that. Just because you haven't found the right man yet, Amy, does not mean he will never come along." "I've been put down so many times in life," she said, again shaking her head. "People put you down enough, and eventually, you start to believe it." "I think you're a very bright, very special lady." "Why do you feel that way?" Amy asked, laughing. "There isn't anything special about me. I'm so screwed up." When tears began to form within her eyes, she momentarily hid her face to compose herself. "I come to this island of yours ... mainly because I wanted something fresh; a brand new start, where no one knows of me or my reputation." Now upset, Amy tossed her hands about wildly and fussed, "Lo and behold, it's the same old thing. The same Goddamn thing! No one on this island cares about me, or likes me. I'm the outcast!" "What makes you think that? If anyone, Amy, you should know that I care about you. I like you. I always have. I also know that Pamela likes you. So does Camille ... and Lindsay has enjoyed spending time with you as of late." Acting defiant, the young woman shook her head. "You have Kristanna, Devon AND Pamela, Jeremy! What possible reason is there for you to have any sort of feelings or emotions for me? Why would you care about me when your whole life is seemingly perfect and all laid out in front of you? You have not one, not two, but THREE women who would do ANYTHING to make you happy. What tiny blip could I - little, insignificant me - be on your radar? You have no need to even notice me." "It hurts me, Amy, to hear you say something like that," were my words for her. "I care about you. I've cared about you since the day that I met you. I even cared about you BEFORE meeting you - all the times you and I would talk on the telephone or via video chat. I have defended you and many of your actions to the others. How can you sit there and honestly tell me that you don't think I care about you?" I hesitated for an instant, but then continued, "Have I ever done anything to purposely hurt you? Have I ever ignored you, or any request you made ... any little thing you have asked of me? I have done everything that I could to make you happy since the moment you came into my life." "Well, you did walk out on my birthday party..." "I thought we were past that," I retorted, my eyes narrow. "We just went over all of that and what happened - why it happened - for a good 20 minutes. And you said you accepted my apology. Are you having second thoughts now?" Amy frowned. "No, not really. I did accept your apology. Finally, I guess. I ... I know something big happened that evening between you and Pamela, and then you and Kristanna. I'm not quite sure what since you refuse to give too many details, but I take your word for it, Jeremy. I do. I trust that you had a good, legitimate reason not to come back to the party that night. I ... I know that is the night when you ... you and Kristanna ... became an item. But I still do not quite understand where Pamela fits into everything." "Do you honestly believe that I don't care about you?" Amy let out a long-winded sigh, then shook her head and glanced downward for several seconds. Eventually, she made eye contact with me again and proclaimed, "You care about everyone, Jeremy. You're that type of person. You're a good, honest man ... a good human being. But you care about everyone ... by default. It's second nature to you." "I care about all of you girls on the island," I told her. "Not just Kristanna, Devon or Pamela, either. I care about you not BY DEFAULT, Amy, but as an individual person. I care about you because you are a special and wonderful person. I also worry about you. I care about Lindsay, and I am worried about her. I care about Trish. I wish I could give her the love and happiness that she so richly needs and deserves." "Do you care about Camille?" "Yes, I do," was my honest answer. "She and I may not be on the greatest terms, but yes, I care about Camille. I care about ALL of you girls. I brought all of you to the island; I am responsible for every single one of you. I do wish that things could be different between Camille and myself. I wish that she and I could, at the very least, be friends. But I hold no grudge or ill will upon her. If Camille came to me and asked for help, I would do whatever I could for her." "It's not your fault Camille doesn't like you," Amy sulked. "Camille just flat-out hates all men. You should hear her at night when we talk. She wants to rid the Earth of all men." "Camille seems to care about you," I reiterated. "I know for a fact that Pamela cares about you, Amy, and is worried for you and your well-being in the future as well. You and Lindsay ... well, you two have had some interesting adventures as of late. Lots of people on the island care about you." "Camille is okay, I guess," Amy relented. "But I could never be with her full-time. I am not a lesbian. Nor could I sit and listen to her bash men day-in and day-out for the rest of my life. Pamela? Pamela is a lot like me, I think. You just don't realize it. Oh, Pamela is not a raging nymphomaniac like I am. It's just ... I think Pamela feels that others - society - have wronged her as well." "Trust me, I know all about Pamela and the way she feels," I informed Amy. "We have had many discussions together. I need to get Pamela out of that mindset of being a stripper. That is her biggest problem. I told Pamela that she is no longer a stripper as long as I am in her life. My goal is to make her completely forget these past 11 years that she has been dancing. Pamela gets a nice, fresh start with me." Amy gave a half-hearted chuckle and shook her head at the same time. "Must be nice..." "Maybe that is what you need, Amy. Maybe you need a fresh, new start. You're going to get paid an awful lot of money for spending these six weeks here with me on the island. You are guaranteed at least $100,000. You may even be the lucky one, and get the $500,000 payout. Instead of going back to Ohio, why not start over and move someplace new? You'll be able to afford it. Don't get a job at a place like Hooters. If you're going to be a waitress, work at a family restaurant instead. Meet someone new - someone good and decent - and just ... be yourself. Don't act all harsh and brazen. There are hundreds of thousands of men out there in the world who would do anything to be with a woman as special as you." "What makes you think I am so special?" "Easy," I nodded. "You're much smarter than you have ever given yourself credit for. I think you are extremely honest and have good values. And I like you, Amy. I always have. I have seen through that wall you put up around yourself. Underneath that aggressive exterior of yours is a very kind, warm ... considerate woman who has the need to feel wanted." "Oh?" Amy replied, gulping her throat. "You know what your biggest problem is, Amy? I'll tell you - you don't believe in yourself. You're not exactly the most positive, upbeat person in the world. I have said this to you before, and I am sure I will say it again - you have to stay positive if you want something positive to happen." "You're positive, Jeremy," she frowned. "You happened..." "You were positive when we first met each other. I am sure you easily recall your first-ever day on the island? You were the first girl here who approached me, and wanted to get to know me. That first night, even..." I grinned and added, "I became close with you ... real quick. You were full of life, vibrant ... a light was in your eyes." "Over time, Amy, I started to see you in a different way. Perhaps you were excited that first day but eventually, I saw hints of a very depressed person. I guess I did not realize it until after the fact. But you are depressed. You're moody ... you can be quiet at times, and sulk. If you want people to recognize you in a positive light, you have to treat them like you did me the first day we met." "I have to seduce people a few hours after meeting them?" I laughed. "Not at all. You're a very outgoing and infectious person when you allow yourself to be." After a short pause, I kept going, "The Amy who came to my room that first night was the woman that I had spent my entire life desperately searching for." Those pretty green eyes of hers swelled with emotion as I added, "I saw THAT Amy a bit the next morning at breakfast, but I have yet to see her since. She was replaced with down and depressed Amy, who seems to go on wild mood swings at the drop of a dime. One minute you are all nice and timid, caring. The next minute you are aggressive and harsh, and whipping Lindsay with a belt." I hesitated, unsure how to tell her what I had to say. I decided to take the simple route, and be blunt and direct. "Do you remember what I suggested to you your first week here? Or maybe it was your second week, I do not remember. Whatever, I want you to go and see a psychiatrist over in Peru. I know of some good ones. I can set everything up and take care of all of the medical bills. A psychiatrist can put you on the proper medication, and it would change your life. It would change your life, Amy, for the good." "Ain't no pill going to help me." I shook my head at her. "It won't even have a chance to help you if you don't at least give it a try. I am on medicine, Amy. I am on anti-depressants. I have been for years. I didn't want to take them at first either, but I am now glad I did. Anti-depressants can help stabilize you and your everyday mood. You will not go through the highs and lows that I know you experience every single day. Trust me, I am speaking from first-hand experience here." "You said Lindsay does not care or have any emotional attachment whatsoever to anyone here," Amy commented, quickly changing the subject. "Well ... it doesn't matter. In the end, though, it would have all been for nothing. I ... I am not the dominant type anyway." "If you're not the dominant type, why were you that way for Lindsay?" I insisted. "Why did you do something and act a way that is entirely not you?" She shrugged her shoulders as I continued, "You're a kitty cat, Amy. A kitty cat. You're not a ferocious lion. You're a kitty cat. You are submissive. That is your natural tendency." "That's what I need out of life more than anything." "What's that?" "I need a strong, dominant presence in my life," the red-head suggested. "I need someone - preferably a man - to take total control over me. I need him to keep me in check, and always make me remember that I am a submissive. HIS submissive. I need a man to ... put me in my place." With those words, I suddenly had an erection. (?) "It wouldn't have to be all sexual," Amy continued. "But I could still be submissive 24 hours a day. I could cook and clean. I could do chores around the house. I could be given a list and go to the grocery store, and do all the shopping. I would dress whatever way I was told to ... whether it be in baggy sweat pants and an old sweatshirt, or go out in a slinky mini-dress looking like a cheap whore." Amy closed her eyes for a moment, perhaps lost in her own little fantasy. "Then I could be on my knees in the kitchen at five o'clock, waiting ... for my man to get home from work and walk through the door. Maybe he would tell me to suck his cock right then and there. Maybe he would tell me to go to the bedroom and get ready for a spanking. Or maybe he would tell me to start making dinner. Whatever the case, I would be ... I would be ... happy. Real happy." My eyes wide, I glared at her for several seconds. I could not believe what she had just said to me. "And this supposed man ... he would have to whip and beat you, quite the same way you did to Lindsay, for it to feel complete? The relationship, I mean?" "I'm not a pain slut like Lindsay is," Amy told me. "I like pain, but I don't get off on it like she does. Being a submissive is more mental to me. I ... I need someone to take control of my mind, and make it their own." "Oh really?" I countered, suddenly very intrigued. "Yeah," she affirmed. "I think a relationship like that would be the cure for whatever ails me. The problem is, I have yet to meet a man who quite fits that profile. Oh, I have known many dominant men in my life. I have submitted to many. But I have yet to find the right one." "You are naturally submissive," I reiterated. "You need someone to come in and take control of you and your life ... someone who is not going to allow you to swing back-and-forth like a pendulam with different emotions and mindsets like you do from time to time. Someone to ... stabilize you." Amy sighed deeply. "A man like that would be ideal. It would give me direction; a purpose, in life." "Interesting..." - It was much later in the afternoon when, after a very quick and refreshing swim in the outdoor pool, I toweled off and ventured back into the mansion. My destination was my luxurious suite, but when I passed the library, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that someone was inside. Naturally, I thought that person was none other than Pamela. After all, Pamela had become totally synonymous with the library. Quite the avid reader, the library had literally become Pamela's private haven. Perhaps this would be an opportunity for me to speak to her in a one-on-one setting of our own? However, Pamela was not in the library. I was somewhat surprised to find Kristanna - of all people - seated at the center table within the library instead. She was seemingly transfixed into a large book that dealt with - get this - molecular biology. Puzzled at the unique (for her) choice, I approached Kristanna and made my presence known. "What are you reading? Molecular biology? Since when do you have an interest in molecular biology?" Kristanna put the book down and laughed. She loved to laugh. Kristanna had a beautiful, highly infectious laugh. "I was going to be a biology major in college before deciding on archaeology. I wanted to be a biologist!" "A biologist?" I scoffed. "You? A biologist? YOU?" "Yes ... me!" she giggled. "In fact, I had many career aspirations and goals before deciding on archaeology." "Is that so?" I grinned. "What were they?" "I wanted to be a race car driver, a drummer, learn to play the piano ... be a jet-fighter pilot, a make-up artist and then join the circus ... walk the trapeze. I wanted to be a ballet dancer, an actress, be a comedian, a sculptor and then design my own clothing line. That's about it." Kristanna went through all of that in quick, rapid-fire succession, with such a goofy expression on her face, that I momentarily found myself speechless. I believe she made all of that up on the fly, without even any prior thought. It was an ability that not many people could claim to have. It had been actually quite funny to listen to her ramble on about her aspirations. A race car driver? A jet-fighter pilot? I could just imagine Kristanna at the helm of the Norwegian version of the F-16 Fighting Falcon. That sure would be a memorable sight to see! I could also envision Kristanna threatening to bomb my island (jokingly, of course) with missiles if I failed to meet her demands. "Would your clothing line have those crazy Viking hats and caps you like to wear on occasion?" "Of course it would!" she told me. "I think that every American should wear Viking hats! The United States is a colony of Norway, you know. Leif Ericson - a Norse like me - discovered it ... not Christopher Columbus." Kristanna folded her arms and offered me an impish expression. "You should bow down, Jeremy, and kiss my Norwegian feet." "Why don't you kiss MY feet instead?" Kristanna made a face and exclaimed, "I'm not about to kiss your dirty, smelly feet!" I laughed at her reaction. "You're crazy, Krissy. Nuts. Each time you tell me that Leif Ericson story, I can't help but to laugh." I paused and added, grinning, "My feet are far from dirty and smelly, too. They're clean and pristine." "Clean and pristine?" Kristanna huffed. "Yeah ... RIGHT." "When was the last time you got a good ass whipping?" Kristanna burst into hysterical laughter as I continued in a playful tone, "You've had an attitude problem lately." The 23-year-old shook her head and giggled, "When was the last time YOU had a good, hard whipping, Jeremy?" I smiled yet again. "I might need one myself, yes." Kristanna displayed her energetic personality once more by using a deep, over-exaggerated southern accent in saying, "I gots me a 55 gallon drum of whoop ass and I be right fixin' to pour it all over YOU." I held both hands up in mock defense and chuckled at her. "Anything but that! You know I couldn't handle that!" Her accent sounded like she hailed from the deepest hills of Kentucky. Kristanna was quite the character, indeed. Island Fever Ch. 24 "How about a blowjob?" Kristanna wondered, licking her lips. "When was the last time you got one of them?" "Yesterday afternoon ... from Lindsay," I answered. "She went all non-caring on me, unfortunately." "Oh, you over-reacted to what Lindsay said," Kristanna advised me. "You and I talked about that this morning, Jeremy. Lindsay may want to put a distance between herself and the girls on the island, but I think she really likes you. Lindsay respects and appreciates you, and what you've done for her. She would be a fool not to." I frowned at those words, so Kristanna then asked, "How about a blowjob from me? Would you like that?" "Ummmmm ... yes." With a smile on her lovely face, Kristanna rose up from her chair at the table and then made her way over to me. She placed her left hand on my hip and wrapped her right arm around my body, then moved her lips toward mine for a kiss. I slipped both of my arms around Kristanna's statuesque figure and held her tightly as our tongues dueled together between our open-mouthed kiss. My left hand ventured south and cupped her firm, tight ass, while my right latched onto one of her breasts and gently caressed it. "Just to think..." I offered once our kiss was broken, our noses touching and bumping. "When I went by the library a few minutes ago, I saw a blonde head and thought it was Pamela. I was actually hoping that it was her. But now, I am even more glad that YOU'RE here." "Pamela was here until just five minutes ago," Kristanna informed me. "She said she was going on a picnic with Devvy and Trish. I thought about going too, but decided to stay in the mansion for the day. I feel like taking it easy." "I had the strangest dream last evening," were my words. "I dreamt that Pamela and Amy were having sex with each other, and I was watching them from the voyeur room. Then, all of a sudden, when Amy was going down on Pamela, Pamela screamed out MY name instead of Amy's." Kristanna seemed amused. "Someone screaming out YOUR name when they're having sex with another person altogether?" Kristanna giggled and added, "The only place that would ever happen, Jeremy, is in your dreams. And it did!" Gently chuckling, I lifted the hem of Kristanna's flimsy dress and stroked the bare, supple skin of her ass. It was beautiful. "You will never scream out someone else's name when you and I have sex together ... will you, peaches?" Kristanna laughed at my suggestion. "Each time I have sex with you, Jeremy, I always think of Valdemar." "Valdemar?" I retorted. "Who is Valdemar?" "Valdemar was the last boyfriend I had in Norway," she responded, still giggling. "Whenever I am with you, Jeremy, I think of Valdemar and that helps get me through it!" Kristanna squealed and yelped as I offered her tight ass a good, forceful slap underneath the hemline of her dress. Her pretty eyes flashing, she then snickered and focused on me. "Now what in the WORLD was THAT for?" "For being a naughty girl," I answered, my hand busily stroking and massaging her sweet ass. "And dreaming of that Valdemar dude when you are having sex with me." "Oh ... you know I'm only joking!" she said, kissing me on the lips. "I don't have many fond memories of Valdemar, to tell you the truth. He cheated on me and I caught him." "Did you judo-chop his ass?" Kristanna laughed again, as I had referred to her martial arts and defensive skills. "No ... but I should have! I really should have! It would have taught him a lesson!" "I love you so much, Krissy," I told her, grinning, with both arms now encircling her shoulders. "You're so nice and sweet ... and you ALWAYS make me laugh. I really should have thought more about a relationship with you when we first met. I should have married you a long, long time ago." "I am happy for what we have now, Jeremy. You and me could have gotten married and moved to Norway, yes ... but then we would have never met Devvy and Pamela. Or any of the other girls, for that matter. Devvy would still be in Pennsylvania. She would still be miserable. I just cannot understand why Devvy's parents continue to condemn her for what happened when she was 16 summers old." "The drug incident?" I frowned. "Yes," Kristanna nodded. "Devvy lost her best friend, Kaylee. She died. Isn't that punishment enough? It is not like Devvy is some sort of drug addict. She has never touched any drugs since. The girl does not even drink or smoke. How can her parents continue to condemn her for something that happened so long ago?" I shook my head. "I don't know, Krissy. I don't know." "Devvy is the sweetest and most loving girl that I have ever known," Kristanna mused. "She is such a babydoll to me. I simply do not know how anyone could EVER be angry at her. Then, there is Pamela. If you and I got married years ago, Jeremy, Pamela would still be miserable too. She would still be stripping in Maryland, with no light at the end of the tunnel. But now, YOU are the light for her." "Your idea of a four-way relationship with Devon and Pamela really intrigues me," I remarked. "I admit that." "I admit that I love you," the quirky blonde grinned. "I love you with ALL of my heart and soul. I always have." I stared at Kristanna for a brief moment, a series of intense feelings and sheer devotion running all throughout me. Then I pressed my mouth to hers and held her tightly, both of my hands now resting at the small of her back. Kristanna embraced me in return, trailing her left hand over and across my shoulder blades. "Do me a favor and turn around," I moaned once our kiss came to an end. I placed both hands on Kristanna's trim waistline and helped spin her around so she was facing away from me. My precious sweetheart looked over her shoulder at me, however, then giggled as I dropped down to one knee. "What about that blowjob?" she asked. "Eventually," I nodded at Kristanna, appraising those long, sleek legs of hers with both my eyes and hands. God, I said to myself. Kristanna's legs were heavenly. Because she was so tall (5-foot-11), they literally went on forever. I could devote an entire story, and ramble on endlessly, about how absolutely perfect and divine those legs were. I showed a little of my appreciation for them by gliding my tongue from mid-calf to upper thigh on both legs. Next, I began to splay random kisses all over while massaging her legs with both hands. Kristanna let out a little moan and reached downward with her left hand, caressing my scalp and running her slender fingers throughout my short brown hair. When I reached around Kristanna and patted the library table behind her with my right hand, she got the idea and took a seat on its very edge. I quickly spread her thighs as her feet now dangled about, and was rewarded with a full, unobstructed view directly up her dress. I smiled at her, then reached in and pulled her little G-string down, and off. My eyes now fixated on the intoxicating cleft between her thighs, I kissed her right knee-cap and proclaimed, "The blowjob can definitely wait. Will you lay down for me?" Kristanna let out an exaggerated sigh. "You're going to eat my pussy? Stop the presses! Stop the presses! Jeremy is actually going to eat my pussy! Stop the presses!" "Don't patronize me, woman," I chuckled. "Keep it up, and I won't lick that sweet, delicious pussy of yours. I'll leave you high and dry - and not satisfied." "That wouldn't be a first..." Kristanna joked. "HEY!" I scoffed, albeit playfully. "Better be quiet!" Grinning, Kristanna slid her thumb and forefinger across her mouth - as if she were sealing her lips shut. The zipper must have immediately broke, though, because she was talking up a storm just seconds later. "I better take a picture so I'll always remember this moment! You're actually going to go oral on me! You don't do this all that often, Jeremy, you know." Kristanna lifted the hem of her dress well above her waist, allowing me total access to her tender, glistening pussy. It looked totally scrumptious, nestled all nice and neat between her luscious thighs - with a blonde patch of curls mixed in. "I could go oral on you from now until the very end of eternity," I told her, reaching up and grasping her left hand. I gently stroked it with my thumb. "Believe that." She giggled. "You'd rather have me sucking your cock." "And I went oral on you just two days ago, too..." As she lay upon the table, Kristanna raised both of her knees and looked at me from between them. I maintained eye contact with her and offered a smile, then leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh. Still holding Kristanna's left hand, I then moved my face in and began to lash away at her soft, velvety slit with my tongue. Kristanna moaned and arched her neck in response, but then re-focused her gaze on me. Those eyes of hers ... they were glowing. Just glowing. "I love you, Jeremy." I withdrew my lips from her succulent folds long enough to again kiss her inner thigh. "I love you too, peaches." An instant later, I was dining on that delicious pussy yet again. I worked over her clitoris; swiping the sensitive nub of skin with my tongue in a hot, frenzied manner. Wanting to increase her pleasure, I changed my motion - now dabbing at her clitoris with my tongue. Kristanna was already in the process of moaning out her approval for what I was doing to her. I LOVED watching her beautiful body squirm and writhe about upon the library table beneath me. When I inserted a pair of fingers between the moist folds of her pussy, Kristanna's excitement level seemed to triple. Now under an onslaught from my tongue as well as two fingers, she grasped my left hand even harder with her own and let out a loud, shrill moan. I had her close to an orgasm... "Oh, Valdemar!" Kristanna screamed. "Valdemar!..." My head darted out from between the Norwegian's thighs and I glared at her. Kristanna, as you may imagine, was now in one of her infamous laughing fits. She nailed me good... "You're gonna get it," I warned her, grinning, while shaking my head. "You're gonna get it." Still laughing, Kristanna offered me her most innocent expression. "Oops! Did I say VALDEMAR instead of Jeremy?" Kristanna then broke into another round of heated laughter. I folded both arms and glared at her. "You're a funny little girl ... you know that?" "And that is why you love me so much!" "One of the reasons," I nodded. "One of many, actually." I paused and joked, "What type of name is Valdemar, anyway? I have heard of the name Vladimir before, but not Valdemar." "I could have screamed out Dagfinn, too," she giggled. "Dagfinn was also a former boyfriend of mine." "Dagfinn?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide. "Momma almost named me Alfhild instead of Kristanna." I took a step back. "Alfhild? You ... ALFHILD?" "Those are all popular Norwegian names," she told me. "My name - Kristanna - is pretty rare and unique." "Well ... you're a pretty rare and unique girl." "Thank you," Kristanna smiled. I hesitated - unsure whether or not to ask this - but ultimately figured I would get a good answer. "If I was born in Norway, dear, what would be a good name for me?" "Oddmund," she replied, without hesitation. "ODDMUND? What about a name for Devon?" "Magdalena." I laughed. "I'm sure Devon would LOVE being named Magdalena. She would get her name legally changed." "Norwegians would hate being named Devvy, Pamela, Trish, Pamela, Amy or Camille. It depends on where you come from. The names I say to you now are all popular in my country." She paused and added, "Your name would be Oddmund, though, because you are such an odd man." Kristanna laughed again... "Alfhild would be a good name for you," I countered. "We could call you ALF for short." "That's not funny..." Kristanna told me. Actually, I was laughing pretty good right now. "What about Pamela? What would be a good name for her?" "Sebjørg." "I could see that now!" I chortled, barely able to contain myself. I broke out my best impersonation of a disc jockey, or emcee, with a very deep and bellowing tone of voice. "Now ladies and gentlemen, coming out on center stage for your viewing pleasure ... give it up for the sexy SEBJØRG!" "I rather see Oddmund dancing and stripping instead..." "Oh, you would?" "You know I would," the enchantress purred. I lunged forward and latched onto Kristanna's shoulders, then pulled her up into a standing position with me. I embraced her warmly and held her hand upon my own shoulder. "I love you, sweetheart," I reiterated, laughing. "I could just sit and talk with you from now until the end of time, and be happy. I really, honestly mean that. No matter what, you always bring a smile to my face." "I like making other people laugh," Kristanna commented. "Especially you and Devvy. I'm always teasing you, Jeremy, and I'm starting to do it for Devvy. She likes it too." The 23-year-old squealed as I suddenly swept her up into my arms. Kristanna hooked her left arm around my neck and shoulder, then held on tight as I carried her over toward the large, comfortable sofa. It was a scene reminiscent of a new bride and groom in the hotel on their wedding night. Maybe Kristanna and I would experience that for real one day? "I'm not finished with you yet," I said, lying her down across the plush sofa cushions. I deftly slid my right hand between her thighs and tenderly massaged her little pussy with a pair of extended fingers. I then made eye contact with Kristanna and asked, "Do you know how much I love you?" "Not as much as I love you." I smiled at her heartfelt response while dropping to one knee. My fingers still twiddling away upon her pussy, I took a long, deep breath and simply stared at Kristanna for several seconds. God, she was beautiful. The constant smile across that face only made her even more attractive in my eyes. But Kristanna's personality was the clincher. She was such a charismatic and warm-hearted type of person. It was an honor for me to call myself Kristanna's man. "You know something, peaches?" I smiled and continued, "I have always wanted to ask you what your first time having sex was like. If you're willing to share?" Kristanna made a face. "It happened when I was 16. It was with my boyfriend at the time, Mubbashir." "Mubbashir?" I exclaimed, very surprised. "Your boyfriend was named Mubbashir? You're not making that up?" "Mubbashir is a regular Norwegian name," she informed me. "Anyway, when I lost my virginity ... it's not a good memory. Mubbashir and I snuck out to the barn on my family farm one day after school. I will say one good thing for him, though. He gave me the best TWO-AND-A-HALF seconds of his life." Once again, Kristanna made me break out into laughter. It took me awhile to settle down, too. A long time, in fact. Where does she come up with some of the things that she says? "My first time having sex was with you, of course," I recollected, smiling from ear-to-ear. "You were so young; only 19. The roles were reversed, Krissy. I should have been the one with all of the experience, and know-how." Kristanna grinned and spoke in a dreamy tone, "I think it turned out for the best ... don't you?" I growled. "Oh yes ... I think it did. It was four years ago, but I remember all of the details like it was yesterday. In fact, I remember what happened every single second." Kristanna giggled. "I told you to lay down on the bed, and let me do all of the work. I remember it vividly too." She reached out and trailed the back of her right hand across my crotch. "Hmmmmm ... you were rock-hard then, too - just like you are now." I gulped my throat as she continued, "I will say that you lasted longer than Mubbashir." Kristanna snickered and concluded, "But not much longer..." I laughed at her. "I lasted long enough to make you cry and scream out in orgasm. I think I did pretty good." "I was crying and screaming, yes," Kristanna nodded. "But it wasn't in orgasm ... it was in dissatisfaction! THREE WHOLE SECONDS of dissatisfaction! That was all!" Kristanna shelved her comical and playful demeanor for a spell by conceding, "That was a very special day for me. Mubbashir was a virgin when I had sex with him too, but he did not come close to comparing with you, Jeremy. Plus, I was a virgin then too. Neither of us had any clue as to what we were doing. But I will always remember that I was the teacher between us, and you were the student. That's what made it so very special to me." She paused and then cooed, "I popped your little, virginal cherry! ME!" "That you did," I agreed. "That ... you did." "I was the one who turned you into the pleasure machine that you are today!" Kristanna gleefully proclaimed. "Pleasure machine?" "All you have to do is ask Devvy, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy," Kristanna mused. "Ask any of them except Camille! Devvy gave you the best nickname of all, Jeremy. You are like a Sybian - a sex machine - always able and willing to please on a moment's notice. A pleasure machine!" "I don't know about that," I countered. "You girls have done a pretty good job of wearing me out over the past three weeks. The gas tank is running on fumes." "I eavesdropped on your little conversation with Amy earlier," Kristanna admitted. "I was in the voyeur room with Devvy. Devvy felt a bit uncomfortable watching and spying, but became concerned once Amy started talking about how she is all depressed and has no future in life." "Devon and Pamela both know about the voyeur room," I surmised, shaking my head. "I would have never guessed it." I frowned and took a deep, ragged breath. "It's what I have been saying about Amy for weeks, Krissy. I stand by it. There is a good, genuine person hidden somewhere underneath all of her anxiety and aggression. It's begging to be set free. Amy is nowhere near as bad of a person as some people think she is. Nothing will ever change my mind on that." "Amy is like a little, young girl," Kristanna theorized. "A little girl who needs to crawl into her protector's arms, where she will feel loved, cherished and safe. It would calm her down, and set her on the right path in life." "She is more submissive than I ever realized." Kristanna giggled at my words. "That girl was BEGGING you, Jeremy. Amy was BEGGING you to dominate her, and take her. Take her wholly and completely, and make her your own. I could see it in her eyes, her body language. It was clear as day." Kristanna giggled yet again. "I could see you as a dominant Master, Jeremy. You don't have it in you! You do not have the mindset for it. It would never work." "Oh, don't say that," was my rebuttal, my voice trailing off. "I just might surprise you one day here, very soon..." "Hey! I just remembered something!" Kristanna squealed, wiggling herself out from underneath me on the sofa. I looked at her in confusion as she chirped, "Cover your eyes!" "Why?" Kristanna laughed. "COVER your eyes!" "Okay," I relented, bringing both hands to my eyes and shielding them. "Are you up to something sneaky?" "Keep them covered until I say so," Kristanna requested, as I listened to her open the closet door here inside the library. All of my senses except sight on high alert, I soon realized that Kristanna was busy rummaging through the closet. Eventually, the noises stopped, and then I got the feeling that Kristanna had returned to stand in front of me as I lounged about and relaxed upon the sofa. "What are you up to?" "You haven't done any peeking ... have you?" "Of course not," I told her, my hands completely shielding my eyes, effectively blinding me. Kristanna giggled yet again. "Okay ... look at me!" "This should be interesting," I mused, uncovering my eyes only to quickly break out into another rage of laughter. Island Fever Ch. 24 "I remember putting this in the library closet when I was here two months ago!" Kristanna exclaimed, as I continued to laugh at the sight of her in an aforementioned Viking cap. The hat had two horns - one white and the other blue - along with a gold trim, and a mixture of purple, yellow and red across the top. In addition, the silly-looking hat had a gold braid dangling from one side, and a purple on the other. "What in the world are you doing with that thing on?" I asked Kristanna, still unable to hold back my laughter. "I'm celebrating my heritage," she answered, hands on her hips. Kristanna flipped one of the braids for emphasis and added, "As I said, Leif Ericson was a Norse - like me. He and his band of Vikings, like we also discussed earlier, were the ones who really discovered America - in the year 1004. Not Christopher Columbus." Kristanna made a face and ended, "So that means the United States is a colony of Norway!" I shook my head at her. "You're crazy, woman." Kristanna began to tilt her head from side-to-side in a repeated, albeit exaggerated motion, causing the silly braids dangling from her hat to bounce and flip about. At the same time, she went into song - but the lyrics were in Norwegian. "Jeremy er en tåpe. Jeremy har ingen hjerne. Jeremy er en tåpe! Jeremy har ingen hjerne! Men Jeremy er MIN tåpe og jeg elsker ham over alt. Ja! Ja! Ja!" "What the...?" Kristanna laughed again. After the uneasiness stemming from my discussion with Lindsay yesterday, this encounter with Kristanna was a very welcomed change of pace for me. Leave it to Kristanna to bring a smile to my face when times were bad. She had been doing that for me since the first day we met. It was just her nature to do so. "Jeremy er en tåpe. Jeremy har ingen hjerne. Jeremy er en tåpe! Jeremy har ingen hjerne! Men Jeremy er MIN tåpe og jeg elsker ham over alt. Ja! Ja! Ja!" "What in the world are you singing?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes!" I answered, somewhat exasperated. "In English!" "OHHHHH!" Kristanna cackled. "You want it in ENGLISH? Well, that will cost you 300 kroner." "300 kroner?" Kristanna giggled again, simply being her comical self. "You know that translation is big money business, Jeremy. Many people make a career out of the translation business! I will translate the song, but my fee is 300 kroner." I folded my arms and tilted my head at her. "I don't have any of your crazy Norwegian money." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "Oh well. Looks like you are out of luck, then. S-O-L." "Tell me what the song means," I said, my voice a bit more serious than before. I loved Kristanna to death, but she could be really exasperating at times!" "Jeremy is a fool. Jeremy has no brain. Jeremy is a fool! Jeremy has no brain! But Jeremy is MY fool, and I love him so much. Yes! Yes! Yes!" "Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?" "You should." I reached out and gripped the gold braid from Kristanna's replica Viking cap and held it loosely. I then shook my head at her and gently murmured, "This is incredible." "What is incredible?" "These past couple of days," I responded. "Today is Wednesday. You told me, for the very first time, that you love me last Saturday. That was four days ago." I shook my head once again. "It ... this is incredible, Krissy. It is. I ... I cannot believe how incredible this is." "What?" she insisted. "Me and you. You and me. I just ... you've been my best friend for so long. Years. Many years. Four years. But the thought of having you as my girlfriend, my lover, my wife, maybe - it never crossed my mind until last Saturday." "We have been lovers for four years." I nodded my head. "True, but you know what I mean." "Yes. I wasn't your lover-lover. I was a friend-lover." "I've told you everything about me," I breathed. "Every little detail about my life, I have shared with you." "You certainly do like to talk and open up," Kristanna said. "No one has ever been so totally open and honest about theirself than you have been with me, Jeremy. I love being your sounding board. It is like I am a therapist for you at times. I remember all the nights you and I used to lie awake in bed and you would talk about you and your problems for HOURS. I always did whatever I could to help you. But, on the other hand, I have told you a lot about myself, too." I smiled at her. "It's been a two-way street." Kristanna grinned as well, then took a seat in my lap as I was perched upon the edge of the sofa. My right hand still playing with one of the hat's braids, I curled my left arm around Kristanna's lower back and patted her waistline. "I hope that you know me well enough, Krissy, to trust me." She nodded her head. "I trust you completely, Jeremy. I trust you more than I have ever trusted anyone in the past. You are, without a doubt, the nicest and most sincere, most honest man that I have ever met. Bar none." "I would never do anything to hurt you." Kristanna kissed the tip of my nose. "I know." "Are you going to let me finish what I started?" I asked. "Or should we keep talking about our feelings like this?" "What did you start?" "Your pussy," I told her. "I want to finish it off." Kristanna smiled. "With your tongue?" "Yes, with my tongue." Even before I completed that last sentence, Kristanna had dropped to the floor and then rolled onto her back. Her thighs spread and knees high in the air, she offered me an anxious expression while lifting her dress even higher. Clutching its hemline near her breasts, it was obvious that Kristanna wanted me to orally service her, too. I offered Kristanna a glittering smile, then positioned myself between those taut, inviting thighs. I began to lap away upon that tasty, delicious pussy, which sent Kristanna's luscious body into a squirming fit. As she bathed in the ecstasy of my oral ministrations, Kristanna got rid of her flower-print dress by slowly lifting it up, and over, her head. Now clad in just a beige-colored satin bra, Kristanna giggled as I reached up and squeezed both of her firm breasts through it. Then, I yanked it off. I began to work her bare breasts over with both hands, my tongue twirling and darting about like a vibrator as it probed Kristanna's tender pussy. The mere sight of the Nordic goddess churning and bucking about in response to what I was doing to her warmed both my senses and my heart. When I brought my left hand upward to caress Kristanna's chin, she quickly sucked my index finger into her mouth and began to nibble away on it. Her eyes locked squarely on me, she worked my finger over as if it were a real cock. Once Kristanna let out a sharp, agitated sigh, however, I quickly withdrew my index finger from her beautiful mouth. I was bringing Kristanna precariously close to an orgasm, and I wanted her to enjoy it fully. I was so into the act of feasting away on Kristanna's pussy that sounds of great hunger were actually emanating from within my throat as my tongue continued to busily slurp away. Kristanna's entire body seemed to tense up in total arousal, then she squeezed her thighs tightly around my head and arched her slender back high off the floor. An instant later, she growled out in the midst of an orgasmic eruption. Smiling, I continued to stroke her heavenly breasts as her body now shook and rumbled beneath me in the sensations. I enjoyed witnessing Kristanna experiencing such intense pleasure. It gave me a tremendous amount of satisfaction. Sliding up her magnificent body, I found Kristanna's lips with my own and offered her a passionate kiss. "That was a wonderful late-afternoon snack," I told her, grinning. "Thank you, Valdemar," Kristanna giggled. I shook my head at her. "You're bad. Very bad." Kristanna wrapped her arms around my shoulders in an embrace and squeezed tightly. "I could get used to this." "Used to what?" Kristanna kissed my cheek. "Being with you. Spending all of this time with you. I really like it, you know." "I really like it, too," I grinned. "And I like you. Tell me something, Missy Krissy. Peaches. Did Valdemar ever treat you as good as I do?" "No way," she responded. "Valdemar cheated on me." "What about Dagfinn and Mubbashir?" Kristanna laughed. "Dagfinn ... I never really liked him. There wasn't that special spark between us. Mubbashir was a really nice guy. But even though I lost my virginity to him, Mubby and I never had much of a future." "MUBBY? Now I know why you call Devon Devvy." I paused and added, "You have told me about Helga before." "Helga was my favorite girlfriend," Kristanna nodded. "She was the one that Valdemar cheated on me with. I heard a rumor throughout school that Helga was into other girls. So one day I cornered her, and seduced her. I stole Helga away from Valdemar! It was very satisfying. There was also Aleksia. She was the first girl that I had sex with. That also happened in the family barn ... in the lofts." "Was there anyone else?" Kristanna smiled. "Mr. Ulseth." "Mr. Ulseth? Who was that?" "My arithmetic teacher in high school." My eyes wide, I choked and murmured, "Your ... teacher?" Kristanna nodded. "I used to go to school in my little schoolgirl uniform - a white top, checkered skirt, and pig-tails. I was failing arithmetic, but Mr. Ulseth said he would give me a passing grade if I would do something in return for him." My cock reached its fully erect status as Kristanna continued, "I told him I would do anything for a good grade, so he ripped my top off and spun me around, and shoved me against the chalkboard. It was so hot and erotic for this older man - my teacher - to take advantage of me like I was this innocent girl." Kristanna giggled. "But I was FAR from innocent. Mr. Ulseth took control of me. He threw me on his desk, and he fucked me so LONG and HARD." She sighed. "Wow ... I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I will never forget my time with him that day!" Gulping my throat, I soon realized that I was speechless. That naughty, sinful recollection of a sexual encounter from Kristanna's past nearly took my breath away. She had allowed a teacher to have sex with her in exchange for better grades? Just imagining the scene in my mind gave me goosebumps! "I'm only kidding, Jeremy!" "WHAT?" I exclaimed, caught off-guard. "Just joking!" Kristanna laughed. "That never happened for real." I let out an embroiled growl before Kristanna admitted, "It did happen in my mind, though. I had such a major, major crush on Mr. Ulseth. All types of fantasies!" Kristanna took a deep breath. "Being a very bad, naughty schoolgirl is a major fantasy of mine. It always has been. I have always wanted to dress up like one, for somebody." I coughed a few times in succession, trying to clear my ragged throat. "You can dress up for me anytime, peaches." "Can I give you that blowjob now, baby?" I snarled and answered, "Of course you can." After rising to my feet, Kristanna quickly got onto her knees before me and began to tug at both my belt and shorts. The young woman unlooped my belt while also pulling my shorts and briefs downward. I stepped out of them and an instant later, she was paying erotic homage to my cock. I sighed and moaned in undeniable lust as Kristanna's blonde head bobbed back-and-forth across my erection, her lips sealed tightly around it. Her right hand stayed busy by gripping the base of my shaft and stroking it, while also twiddling away on my testicles with her other hand. Next, I tossed my head back and growled in total desire as Kristanna hungrily sucked and slurped away on my shaft. This woman was, for lack of a better term, a true tactician when it came to oral sex. Kristanna LOVED sucking my cock, and it showed. She also took a great deal of pride in it. Soon, Kristanna withdrew my erection from her mouth and started to swipe its full length in the open air - much like it was a big lollipop. I bellowed out like a madman while witnessing this, as her luminous blue eyes were focused and trained on my face. Those eyes of hers were so pretty... Once the lollipop-licking motion came to an end, Kristanna fastened her little mouth onto my aching erection and then swallowed it whole. Showcasing her immense talent for the art of deep-throating, Kristanna kept her eyes locked with mine as I reached down and placed both hands upon either side of her head. Suddenly, everything was so clear to me. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this goddess... When a noise of extreme hunger and desire emanated from the far reaches of Kristanna's throat, something inside my body snapped, and I simply lost control of myself. I roared out my passion with a thunderous scream as I deposited a thick, heavy helping of fresh sperm directly into Kristanna's hungry mouth. Much to her credit, not even a single drop escaped. She kept her lips sealed tightly around my shaft and guzzled every last ounce of sperm down her greedy throat. Good Lord ... what a feeling of intense satisfaction! After the delirious ecstasy of my orgasm had reached its apex and then simmered down, Kristanna finally released my cock from within her mouth. Still on her knees - with that Viking hat atop her head - Kristanna smiled up at me and proclaimed, "That was a good afternoon snack for me, too!" My head still spinning in the aftermath of orgasm, I took a moment or two to rest before sitting down next to Kristanna upon the floor and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. I kissed the side of her face and whispered, "Incredible..." Kristanna offered me a heartfelt, genuine smile. "This has always been my ultimate fantasy, Jeremy." "What?" "For you to want to be with me just as much as I have always wanted to be with you." Kristanna wiped away a single tear from her face and added, "I thought this day would never come. I thought it would only exist in my mind." "These four days have been totally amazing," I observed. "Yes, it has. I'm happier now than ever before!" Suddenly, I got this intense feeling within me. I do not know where it came from, or what exactly was fueling it. But I felt as if I did not tell Kristanna what was on my mind right now, I would most surely explode. The feeling was so powerful and extraordinary, in fact, that it felt as if it was multiplying exponentially with every passing second. "Sweetheart, can I ask you something? I know it is going to sound crazy, but I have to ask it. I have to be honest." "What is it?" she wondered. "You can ask me anything. You know that you can ALWAYS be totally honest with me." After ten seconds of total silence - where I thought to myself that indeed, I was crazy - I finally found the will to speak. "Kristanna, I have spent the past 20 years of my life running away and now, for the first time in a long time, I want to run to something. To someone. To you." "Oh God," Kristanna moaned once I rose up to a single knee before her. Tears began to form in her eyes and she covered her mouth with both hands. "Jeremy! You're going to ask..." "I know it's crazy," I interjected, laughing, but also short of breath. "I have only looked at you this way since last Saturday. But we have been best friends for four years and counting. No one knows me better than you do. No one. And I cannot think of a better person than you to be with." "Jeremy..." I grasped her right hand with both of mine and looked deep into those tear-stained eyes of hers. She knew what was coming next. "I have searched my entire life for a woman as precious and as wonderful as you. I ... I would like to ask you to accept my love, my name, and everything that I am. Please make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my wife." I paused, allowing those words to sink in. "Kristanna Sommer [Last Name] ... will you marry me?" Her hand trembling as I held it, and her face overcome with emotion, Kristanna was speechless. For the first time in her life, this ultra-outgoing and charismatic woman was totally speechless. Thus, I found myself talking again. "This was all so sudden on my part, dear. It wasn't planned." I laughed, my own body full of the jitters. "I don't even have a ring for you yet. But I swear to you ... I'll get you a ring, and make this proposal complete." Kristanna massaged her throat with her free hand and managed to whisper in a weak tone, "Yes ... I'll marry you." She then got rid of her Viking hat and hopped up to both knees before me. After a moment where we looked at each other through a dual collection of tears, Kristanna tossed her arms around my shoulders and hugged me fiercely. "Oh God, Jeremy ... I LOVE YOU!" my new fiancee exclaimed. Still embracing me, she then held both hands out and gushed, "Look at me! Look at me! I'm SHAKING!" Soon, the embrace from Kristanna came with a powerful, vise-tight grip. She began to bounce and vibrate as both of us stood on our knees before each other, locked as one. "I LOVE YOU, JEREMY! OH GOD ... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! WE WILL BE SO HAPPY TOGETHER!" A wide range of positive emotions swirling throughout my entire body, I buried my face upon Kristanna's shoulder and felt like crying. This was the happiest moment of my life! ***End of Chapter 24*** Island Fever Ch. 25 Chapter 25: "Control" ------------------------------------------ Instead of admiring the heavenly white powdered sand of the beach below or the calm, turquoise waters of the ocean, I instead found myself shaking my head as I stood at one of the large floor-to-ceiling windows within the grand suite that I shared with my newly-minted fiancee. "This figures," I pouted inwardly, as a heavy downfall of rain was bulleting itself upon the mansion and all other places on the island. The picturesque blue, sunny skies that were a hallmark of this island paradise had temporarily given way to a dark and dreary outlook during this late-day afternoon. It had been raining for the past couple of hours, but at least there was no lightning or thunder to go along with the precipitation. At least that was good news for Lindsay, simply because she was deathly afraid of electrical storms. Of course, Lindsay was once struck by lightning when she was five years old. Usually, the weather here never bothered me one way or the other. Oftentimes, I could care less whether it rained or shined. However, I was very disappointed with the current conditions because I had plans of inviting all of the ladies to a beach barbeque party later tonight. I wanted it be a celebration for Kristanna, who had accepted my proposal of marriage a mere 24 hours ago. The rain, however, was not supposed to let up until sometime tomorrow afternoon. Yes, indeed ... life in the tropics. Unfortunately, it appeared as if all of us would be staying indoors tonight. Once hearing the door open behind me, I turned and offered Kristanna a faint, shallow smile as she stepped into our suite and slowly made her way over to me. "What's wrong, Jeremy?" the Norwegian asked, an inquisitive expression upon her elegant face. "You don't look too happy." I flipped my wrist in the direction of the large window and complained, "Ahh, it's just the weather. We have had nothing but sun and blue skies for the past week or so. The ONE DAY it rains in that time, it has to be TODAY." Kristanna took a deep breath and offered, "It's okay, baby. We can have just as much fun inside the mansion as we would down at the beach. How about some fish and steak? You know that Louisa will fix whatever we ask her to for dinner. And when the weather clears up, we can have that beach party." Kristanna nuzzled up behind me and wrapped her arms around my sternum, the side of her face nestled against the back of my neck. "I've always liked the rain." "I don't mind it," I frowned, reaching down and placing my hands upon Kristanna's arms as they encircled my midriff. "I just wish it wasn't raining TODAY." I turned my face to the side and eyed Kristanna appreciatively as she kept her own face nestled upon my neck. "What's up, peaches?" "Peaches?" Kristanna countered, taking a step back and offering me a curious expression. "Yes ... peaches," I grinned. "You don't look too happy, either. Is everything okay?" "I hurt my knee somehow sparring with Trish this morning," she answered, which caused me to immediately turn around and glance downward. "It's been bothering me all day long." "Is it something serious?" I asked, now reaching out and grasping Kristanna's hand. I dropped down to one knee myself and appraised the shape and contours of both of her legs. Neither knee appeared to be swollen or even bruised. "It's my right one," she informed me, pointing toward it. "I don't think it's anything serious. It just hurts." "Did Trish accidentally kick you in the leg, or hit you there, during your sparring match?" "No," the 23-year-old responded. "I twisted it somehow. I was practicing roundhouse kicks and landed wrong." "You two are going to seriously hurt each other one day," I told her, reaching out and gently grasping her right knee. "I have nothing against you and Trish being total experts in martial arts and kick-boxing, of course, but why you find the need to spar with her every single morning is beyond me. One of these days, you may wind up seriously hurting each other." "It's fun," Kristanna sniped in return. "Plus, it's not all that often that women our age are into this sort of thing. Most women don't even know a thing about the martial arts. This is something wonderful and unique that Trish and I have in common. She's only supposed to be here a little more than two weeks longer, you know, before going home. I won't have anyone to spar with then..." I leaned downward and planted a series of kisses along Kristanna's right kneecap. "Does that make it feel any better?" I asked, hopeful. "Oh yes ... much better," Kristanna giggled, shifting and fidgeting her leg about in a subtle manner. "Much better." She then smirked and added in a playful tone, "Of course, when Trish returns home, there might just be a sparring partner for me on the island after all." "Oh? Who might that be?" I could not envision Devon or Pamela practicing hand-to-hand combat with Kristanna. Who was she talking about? Who could be her sparring partner once Trish returned home to Canada? "You," the my fiancee proclaimed. "Or better yet, Jeremy, your face! I could use it as a punching bag!" As usual, Kristanna made me laugh. She rarely failed to do so. Acting all offended, I shot back, "That's not very nice! How can you say such a horrible thing about me after everything I've done for you?" I shook my head and gasped for an added effect. It was all in fun with her. "Am I interrupting anything?" came a familiar, squealy voice from the entranceway to our suite. Still perched on one knee, I moved my head and peered past Kristanna's leg. A smile then came to my face as I saw Devon at the door, her arms folded, as she looked back at us. It must have been awfully strange for her to see me on a single knee in front of Kristanna, as I caressed and kissed her own knee. "You know ... if I'm interrupting anything, I can come back." Devon offered us a peculiar, yet comical expression and chirped, "You two crazy kids decide to go and get engaged and all ... and now you're acting all funny. It is not normal to see a man on his knees in front of a woman." "Oh ... you silly girl!" Kristanna retorted, giggling. "I hurt my knee earlier during sparring with Trish, and Jeremy is simply trying to make it feel better ... with kisses!" "Oh..." Devon countered, her spirits suddenly high. "Oh! I see now. I can understand that." She tilted her head to the side and asked, "You hurt your knee? Is it bad?" As I rose to my feet, Kristanna turned toward Devon and answered, "I'll live. I just twisted it somehow. If it was something bad, it would hurt a lot more than it does. It will feel fine in a day or two, I am sure." "How are the rest of the girls doing?" I asked Devon. "They're disappointed because of the weather," she told me. "They were looking forward to that big beach party you had planned. Lindsay and Camille had plans of taking a hike up to the ridge beforehand, but I told them not to. It is MUCH too dangerous with all of this rain. I told them that you would throw a fit if either of them went outside." "It is best that everyone stays inside," Kristanna mused. "This island and its terrain can be very trecherous when it rains. Trust me, I know from first-hand experience." "Did Lindsay and Camille agree to stay inside the mansion, then?" I asked, suddenly worried. Kristanna was right - the island was not a place to be when the weather was frightful. It was best that everyone simply stay indoors. "Yeah," Devon answered. "They didn't go out." Relieved, I took a deep breath. "Good, I am glad." "What do you think, Jeremy?" Kristanna inquired. "Do you think we can have some fun today staying inside the mansion? We can re-schedule the beach party for tomorrow or Saturday. The weather is supposed to be much nicer on Saturday." Devon turned toward Kristanna with a vibrant smile upon her face. "Do you know what I think about YOU, Krissy honey? You are 30 percent playful, 60 percent sweet and 110 percent sexy! I love you so, so much..." Kristanna was glowing at those words of appreciation from Devon. "Wow ... a full 200 percent. I feel honored!" She closed the short distance between herself and Devon, and wrapped both arms around her for an endearing embrace. She then glanced my way and cooed, "Look at Devvy being all nice and complimentary all of a sudden. She must want some!" "I imagine you'll be happy to give her some," I murmured. Devon smiled at me for a brief moment, then licked her lips and pressed them upon Kristanna's for an exploratory kiss. Both ladies moaned with obvious arousal as they caressed each others' bodies with their hands, their lips and tongues dancing together in a blissful symphony. I reached down and rubbed the newfound bulge in my shorts... "You know I love you," Devon moaned upon their shared kiss, her velvety tongue gliding and twirling like crazy within Kristanna's mouth. I smiled as Devon then wrapped her arms around Kristanna's tall, slender body, only to then openly grope and squeeze the Norwegian's denim-clad ass. "I want to have sex with you and Jeremy right now, Krissy." Devon splayed a series of kisses all along her girlfriend's neck and shoulder area, saying, "A three-some..." "Oh yeah..." I groaned, reaching into my shorts and then whipping out my hardening cock. I immediately began to stroke it as Kristanna and Devon, still locked together in their embrace, retreated to the large bed and then rolled and wrestled around in a feverish, erotic manner. Now on top, Kristanna broke the kiss and growled with mad lust as she literally ripped Devon's black halter-top right from her body. Devon giggled and squealed with her own arousal, as she then reached up and caressed Kristanna's own breasts through the camisole which she wore. Once Kristanna disposed of Devon's white, silky bra, I inhaled sharply at the mere sight of her very large, firm breasts. The pair of ladies gazed lovingly at one another for an instant, then smashed their mouths together for yet another intensive, soul-burning type of kiss. Kristanna sighed and rolled her head about as Devon used both hands to violently massage and grope her little, sweet ass. At the same time, Kristanna used her own hands to cup and squeeze Devon's full, exotic breasts. All the while, of course, their mutual kiss reached even greater proportions. As they continued to squirm and writhe about upon the bed, Devon slid her hands between their pressed bodies and then unbuttoned Kristanna's cut-off shorts. She peeled the tight denim, as well as the G-string, from Kristanna's hips. With both garments now at mid-thigh, Kristanna squealed and yelped as Devon offered her ass a hard smack with her hand. "Spank me ... will you?" Kristanna taunted Devon, breaking their kiss in the process. Her hands were moving in a continual motion as she pawed and squeezed Devon's breasts. "We all know that you're the naughtiest girl around here." "I am NOT naughty!" Devon huffed, in her own defense. "Yes you are." "No I'm not!" "Tramp," Kristanna accused Devon of, albeit playfully. Devon took a moment before countering, "Whore!" "Bitch!" Kristanna shot back. "Skank!" "Trollop!" "Fuck hole!" "Cock-sucker!" "Pussy-muncher!" "Hmmmmm ... munch ME," Kristanna suddenly purred, rolling away from Devon upon the bed and opening her firm thighs. Kristanna smiled at Devon as she maneuvered her shorts and G-string the rest of the way down her long, luscious legs. Kristanna then spread her thighs once more, snaking a hand between them and twiddling her own clitoris with a finger. I watched with great appreciation as Devon rose from the bed and then slid her own shorts and panties the rest of the way down her shapely hips and thighs. At the same time, Kristanna got her rid of her green camisole top, as well as her bra. She proceeded to cup her own breasts, her luminous eyes fixated upon Devon as she lovingly gazed up at her. Before descending upon her snack - Kristanna's pussy - Devon turned her head and looked at me. By now, of course, I had a full erection as I stood silently in the background, my right hand busy stroking away. "Are you gonna join us?" Devon asked, offering me a curious expression. "Or are you just gonna whack-off?" "I can think of a million more good uses for a nice, hard cock than that," Kristanna purred in a very seductive tone, her pretty eyes now trained squarely upon me. "I'd hate for it to go to waste on your hand." "I could just stand here and watch you two girls do your thing," I told them, my breathing somewhat ragged. "Nothing gets me going more than seeing two gorgeous women having sex together. It would make me happy." "You really are a voyeur..." Devon giggled. She motioned for me with her head and purred, "Come on ... join us." I smiled and nodded my own head, then Devon lunged forward and landed upon the bed. She latched onto Kristanna's hips with both hands and licked her lips, then drove her exquisite face between those spread thighs and went straight to town. Flat on her back upon the mattress, Kristanna groaned and cooed in response as Devon offered her sensitive clitoris a series of long, slow lashes with her tongue. I hesitated for an instant at the mere sight, as both ladies were completely nude and squirming together upon the bed. However, I finally decided to grant Devon's request. I moved in for a look... "Oh yeah..." Kristanna purred, her body vibrating with arousal, as she motioned for me to step even closer to her. I did just that - moving directly beside her as she lounged on the bed, her inner thighs gripping Devon's head as that skillful tongue continued to probe away upon her folds. Kristanna reached out with her right hand and grasped my hard, aching erection, then gently pulled me even closer. Using her left elbow, she propped herself up and lunged her head toward my cock. Before I knew what had happened next, my shaft was in her mouth and she was busy slurping away. I tossed my head back and sighed in sheer wanderlust for a moment, then re-focused upon Kristanna as she continued to offer me a very slow and meticulous blowjob. With her right hand gripping the thick base of my erection, she pumped and squeezed it while gently worshiping its head with her lips. "Aren't you priceless..." I commented, reaching down with my right hand and cupping one of Kristanna's firm breasts. She smiled up at me, her mouth still stuffed full of my cock. I then leaned over and traced the back of my right hand upon Devon's shoulder as she was nestled between Kristanna's thighs, offering up her own brand of oral homage. As a direct result of Devon's curious tongue, a series of moans and sighs were emanating from deep within Kristanna as she gently worked my erection into a slow-burning frenzy. I again massaged one of her breasts, then moved that hand upward and caressed the side of her face in a loving manner. All of a sudden, however, Kristanna withdrew my cock from her mouth and then sprung off the bed and landed on her feet before me. Devon, who had been licking and swiping away at Kristanna's pussy with her tongue, looked up at us with an odd expression. Why did Kristanna cut things off so quickly? "I think it's high time that I find me a strap-on dildo," the 23-year-old purred, glancing down at Devon momentarily, who then grinned with pure anticipation in response. "But I wanted to make you cream your pussy," Devon said to her, now pouting somewhat. "It was like being in the middle of a gourmet dinner, then having it taken away." Kristanna laughed at that unique analogy and countered, "You'll get your chance, baby. I just want to make you cry out and scream like never before with a strap-on dildo." She grinned and wryly added, "I have an Amy Special..." "An Amy Special?" Devon gushed, suddenly overcome with hot lust. "Amy let you borrow one of her big monsters?" "Oh yes," Kristanna responded, her eyes flashing. "All 15 inches of it. Amy calls it The Black Cobra." Devon whined and fretted, "I can only take ten inches in me. You know that, Krissy. I bottom-out after ten." The Norwegian shrugged her shoulders and grinned, "We're going to see whether or not you can take 15 inches anyway." As Devon squealed in response to those ominous, naughty words, Kristanna shuffled off and entered the walk-in closet here in our luxury suite. I figured that must have been where she hid Amy's king-sized dildo. I did notice, however, that she seemed to be favoring her injured right knee a bit. Still clearly aroused because of what was on the horizon for her, Devon reached out and grasped my wrist, then begged, "Lick my pussy, Jeremy. Please lick it. I need it bad..." Obviously, I could never turn down such a request. I climbed onto the bed with the beautiful princess as she turned over onto her back. After Devon spread her thighs and offered me an inviting, sultry expression, I smiled and moved in for what promised to be a succulent taste. "Oh yeah..." Devon cooed, her pleasure evident, as my tongue made its initial contact with her damp, wondrous pussy. "Oh yeah, Jeremy. Yeeeeah." Her words encouraging me to go further, I glided my tongue in very slow, languid circles upon the intoxicating folds of her slit. Needless to say, Devon's silky depths tasted absolutely wonderful to my hungry, probing tongue. Of course, I let her know this through a series of compliments. "Hmmmmm," I gently moaned, my tongue continually swirling about. "Such a pretty, little pussy. Oh yes ... delicious too. It even smells all nice and perfect." The 27-year-old's body tensed with sheer arousal once I began swiping my tongue over and across her little nub of a clitoris. Devon squealed in response, then reached down with both hands and grasped the crown of my head in a very appreciative manner. She weaved her fingers throughout my hair, her gentle moans acting as music to my ears. "Do you like me licking your sweet, little pussy?" I asked her, my voice teasing. "Do you, Devon? How does my tongue feel on it? Would you like some fingers, too?" "Oh yes..." she panted in return. "Please!" "Aren't you the most precious thing?" I asked, inserting a pair of fingers into the tender depths of her pussy. I watched as Devon squinted her eyes, the expression upon her face awash with lustful arousal. Then, I began to steadily jam both fingers in-and-out of her lush, damp folds. Meanwhile, I went back to concentrating on her clitoris with my tongue. I flicked and dabbed away at it repeatedly, while thrusting two fingers from my right hand hard and fast into her depths. My left hand had a firm hold on the side of her hip, caressing and massaging it. "Do you know just how much I care about you?" I asked, my tongue now a blur. "Do you know that I would do any and everything to put a smile on your face? Hmmmmm ... what a delicious pussy. I'll just have this for dinner tonight." While with my collection of ladies - especially Kristanna and Devon - I was not always the most oral-minded of men. I figured they did a much better job of pleasuring each other with their lips and tongues than I ever could, simply because they were women and knew exactly which buttons to press. However, on those rare occasions when I did go in for a taste, I always put forth my maximum effort, and wanted to do nothing but make whomever I was with absolutely explode in sheer, white-hot passion. It was my only duty. As of late, it seemed, I had been performing a lot of oral sex. "That feels so good..." Devon panted, her breathing rough and ragged. "God, Jeremy ... yes! Lick me! OOOOOH YEAH!" The muscles in my forearm were clenched and felt as if they would burst as I repeatedly hammered a pair of fingers in-and-out of Devon's overheated slit. That, along with my probing tongue, had brought Devon to the edge of release. Now, it was time for her to topple over and fall from it. Island Fever Ch. 25 To achieve that goal, I shifted my tongue into erotic overdrive and throttled her pussy even harder than before with my fingers. Soon, Devon was squealing and grunting out in wild, intense passion, her voluptuous body writhing and bucking about in the most extreme of sensations beneath me. I growled and roared out in my own desire once Devon's pussy literally exploded underneath my advances. A fresh flow of delicious cream, which I eagerly lapped up with my tongue, oozed from the confines of her imploding labia. I also kept two fingers buried deep inside of her, wiggling them about, only adding to her already immense pleasure. "HMMMMM..." she purred seconds later, finally relaxing her thighs while moaning in satisfaction. "God, Jeremy ... God! Hmmmmm ... thank you. I really needed that." I planted my lips upon Devon's little pussy one final time, offering it a delicate kiss, before trailing my mouth and lips upward. I stopped my slow ascent at her abdomen, then playfully dabbed at her belly button with my tongue. All the while, of course, Devon cradled my head with both hands and continued weaving her fingers throughout my hair. "Coming through..." Kristanna cooed, gently brushing me off toward the side as she dropped down upon the mattress in front of Devon. "Make way! Coming through..." "GOD, YES!" Devon exclaimed, gasping, her eyes wide and nearly set to burst. Kristanna giggled in response, then gripped and began to stroke the enormous, black dildo that protruded outward from her pelvis as if it were a real cock. "Once you go black, you never go back," Kristanna taunted Devon, being her usual, playful self. She maneuvered herself between Devon's spread thighs and proclaimed, "I'm gonna fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before!" "YES!" Devon answered, her squealy voice full of eagerness and anticipation. "Give it to me! GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!" "Why don't you get on your hands and knees ... so I can fuck you like the bitch that you really are?" Both ladies snickered at the playful remark as Devon did what she was asked to do. The gorgeous blonde assumed the position, then looked over her shoulder and smiled, waiting for Kristanna to make her own move. It did not take long. Holding and stroking the big dildo, Kristanna dropped down to her knees behind Devon and quickly prepared to mount her in the doggie-style position. Not a few seconds had passed before Kristanna first eased the huge dong into her girlfriend, then began violently pumping away. Devon screamed out as her expression went tight with an equal mixture of pain and pleasure. Still, however, she managed to look back over her shoulder at Kristanna, urging her to continue and hammer away even harder. Kristanna did just that, as she gripped Devon's ass with both hands and used it as a balancing point. It also gave her the opportunity to hump and thrust away upon Devon at an even faster and more highly intensive rate of speed. Devon's loud and deafening screams confirmed that, as she roared and cried out; her sounds echoing throughout our private suite. I was busy stroking my cock once again while watching Kristanna's trim, slender body churn back-and-forth in a continual, frenetic pace, the massive dildo thrusting and pumping into Devon's sweet pussy at warp-speed. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Devon screamed at the top of her lungs, as Kristanna absolutely pummeled her with the strap-on dildo. "OH MY GOD ... THAT THING IS TEARING ME APART! OH MY FUCKING GOD ... I'M GONNA CUM! AND I'M GONNA CUM HARRRRRD!" With one final plunge into her pussy, Kristanna grabbed Devon by the shoulders and hair, and held on tight as the vociferous 27-year-old experienced an earth-shaking orgasm. Her body vibrated and rumbled about as she kept the side of her face upon the mattress, a series of nasty expletives and phrases of lust absolutely streaming from her pretty mouth. Kristanna kept the dildo embedded within her, luxuriating in both Devon's sheer beauty and her genuine, loud reaction. It turned out to be a fairly explosive conclusion... "I thought we were going to double-fuck her," Kristanna said to me with a pout in the aftermath, glancing at my rock-solid erection. "You should have fucked her mouth or ass with your cock while I fucked her pussy with my dildo." "I'm glad he didn't fuck me," Devon countered, which was somewhat of a surprise, once Kristanna finally withdrew the massive dildo from within the soaked confines of her pussy. She turned over and rose up to her knees, then focused her gaze upon Kristanna and said, "You. I want Jeremy to fuck YOU." Kristanna smiled at those words as Devon added, "I want to help put his cock in you, too." "Oh," Kristanna grinned, happy. "That sounds great!" As she then unbuckled the leather harness of the strap-on dildo, letting it fall and topple harmlessly to the mattress beneath us, Kristanna rolled over onto her back and glared up at both Devon and yours truly with an expectant look upon her face. Devon cradled Kristanna's head with her hands and smiled down at her. "I'm gonna get you with a strap-on too, honey. Eventually." She then leaned over and pressed her lips to Kristanna's for a soft, gentle kiss. "I love you." "I love you too," the leggy siren reciprocated, clutching Devon's left hand with her own. "I love you so much." "Don't think we forgot about you," Devon purred at me, her smile warm and affectionate, as she closed the distance between us on her knees and wrapped her free arm around my neck. She kissed me on the cheek and cooed, "I love you." "I love both of you," I nodded, giving each Kristanna and Devon equal glances. "You're my everything in life. I want to devote my entire existence to the both of you." "Pamela too!" Kristanna squealed. "Where has that girl been these past couple of days? Pamela really needs to start getting involved with all of the fun we have together." "Pamela told me she still isn't ready to go all-in with us," Devon offered. "I honestly think she wants Jeremy for herself. I don't think she wants to be with either of us." Kristanna scoffed at those words. "There is no way Pamela gets to have Jeremy all to herself. Jeremy is MINE." An instant later, Devon grasped my throbbing erection with her right hand and gently stroked it. Still on her knees, she then moved beside me and pointed my cock toward the silken joining of Kristanna's inner thighs. "I want to help put it in her," Devon reiterated, glowing. Kristanna spread her long legs even further apart, then wrapped and secured them around my waist once I moved in closer toward her. The tight grip remained even as Devon, still holding my cock, helped insert it into Kristanna's lush, little pussy. As a result, Kristanna's eyes closed and her expression became very tense as she let out a moan. "Hold on a second!" Devon squealed, giggling, now sliding in directly behind Kristanna. Devon allowed the Norwegian to sit and lean back against her chest, then used both hands to eagerly clutch and squeeze her firm, taut breasts. "Fuck her for me, Jeremy," Devon requested, licking her lips for emphasis. "Fuck her really good and HARD." I latched onto Kristanna's hips with both hands and then began to thrust myself into her. In no time flat, I had caught a rhythm and was hammering Kristanna's sweet, little pussy with all the strength and energy my body could muster. "Oh yesssss..." she growled, her face full of wanton lust, as she glared up at me. "Fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck me!" Her breasts were bouncing about wildly as I simply pummeled her. Of course, the friction created upon my cock as her pussy clutched it in its own, special way, was indescribable. What made this coupling even better was that Devon was here to share it with us. She sat just behind Kristanna on the mattress, continually mauling her breasts with both hands while glaring at me with an intense, erotic expression. "You like this, honey?" she asked, temporarily focusing her attention upon Kristanna. "Oh yeah ... you DO like it. Yeah, baby ... Jeremy is fucking you. Fucking you HARD..." Kristanna let out a thunderous, booming scream and then proceeded with a series of short yelps and moans as I continued with the heavy, non-stop thrusting motion. I was pounding Kristanna at a furious, unrelenting pace. Her eyes were wide open, her expression tight, as she glared up at me in what best could be described as absolute, carnal delight. "I'm gonna suck all of his cum out of your pussy!" Devon exclaimed, now gripping Kristanna by the throat with her right hand. "I may even give you a taste, too!" Kristanna grunted, nodding her head at those words. Soon, I could not contain the explosion within myself. I wanted to blast Kristanna a bit longer, but simply was unable to. A scream ripped from my throat as my cock erupted like a volcano deep within the blonde's pussy. At the very same time, Kristanna experienced a powerful orgasm of her very own. Both of us growled and wailed out in utter lust as we rumbled together in a mutual climax, while Devon continued to coo and cavort in her own, unique way. "How does all that warm, gooey cum feel inside your little pussy?" she asked Kristanna, as I whipped my cock out of her and then moved a few feet away from them upon the bed. "Want me to suck it out of you?" Before she could do that, though, I lunged forward and then pinned both Kristanna and Devon beneath me upon the bed. As they lay side-by-side, I draped an arm across both of the ladies and offered a tight squeeze, then traded a series of hot, passionate kisses with them. "Hmmmmm ... that was great," Kristanna moaned in the sweet aftermath of her orgasm. "I needed that so much." "It is always great to be with you and Jeremy," Devon told Kristanna, giggling. "We will be so happy together!" ------- I was, in a word, awestruck while standing at the entrance to the exercise room, my eyes focused and locked upon Trish. It was 12:30pm the following afternoon when this 30-year-old goddess was putting herself through a rigorous physical workout as she did her thing on the stair-master. One should easily expect that Trish, who was employed as a certified fitness instructor in her hometown of Toronto, was in excellent physical condition. With her lean, muscular legs and tight, sculpted figure, the knockout blonde looked every bit the athlete that she most undoubtedly was. But what caught my attention about Trish the most right now were her breasts. The large, heavy-set globes seemed to fill out her red aerobic top in the most mouth-watering of fashions. The way they bounced and jiggled about as she worked those luscious legs and hips on the stair-master machine was enough to give me a hard, bulging erection. Since Trish was perspiring somewhat, the damp top clung to her breasts, and thus, the outline of her plump nipples were clearly visible underneath the thin fabric. Moments ago, Kristanna suggested that if I wanted to find Trish, the best place to look would be the exercise room. It was the most logical place to find her. My sole intention in seeking out and finding Trish was very simple - I wanted to check up on her, and see how she was doing. After all, Trish was still head-over-heels in love with Lindsay. Unfortunately, those feelings did not work both ways. I also had plans of asking Trish if she would like to watch the final and decisive game of the Stanley Cup Finals between the Chicago Blackhawks and Boston Bruins with me later tonight. The game and series itself ended this past Monday, but I had yet to sit down and watch its conclusion with her. Trish, of course, absolutely loved professional hockey and had spent the past three weeks educating me on the sport as best she could. With the power of DVR, we could watch the game as it happened in its entirety. As I stood at the entrance to the exercise room, however, game six of the Stanley Cup Finals was the absolute, furthest thing from my mind. I was too busy enjoying the scenery. Trish was oblivious to my presence, but that did not stop me from leaning against the doorway and letting out a gentle, content sigh. Trish was so incredibly gorgeous. I wondered to myself how Lindsay, despite her young age and lack of desire, did not want to commit to a relationship with Trish. How could any sane person - male or female - deny this woman? If it was not for Kristanna, Devon and Pamela, I believe that it is safe of me to assume that Trish would be the one that I was pursuing the most. If Trish had showed as much interest in me as I did for her from the very outset, however, my life and future outlook could very well be completely different now. Alas, Trish only had eyes for Lindsay during her early days on the island. Excluding her physical appearance, the Canadian was still a beautiful woman. She was incredibly thoughtful and loving, and very friendly. In many ways, Trish seemed like the ideal woman. Trish was a total sweetheart whose happy, outgoing nature could endear her to almost anyone. Trish was the type of person that others seemed to simply gravitate toward. I was lost in my thoughts for a moment, but was jarred back to reality as Trish flashed me that winning smile of hers. "Hi Jeremy," she greeted, noticing me and stepping off the machine. "How long have you been standing there?" "A couple of minutes," I responded, eyeing her awesome figure from head to toe. "Just enjoying the view." Trish giggled at my words as I added, "How is everything?" "All of a sudden, things are so jumbled up around here," the voluptuous vixen responded, sighing. "Now, it seems, Camille wants to be room-mates with Lindsay. Pamela and Amy are back together, sharing a suite of their own. With you, Kristanna and Devon together, Jeremy, I guess that means I am left out in the cold. No room-mate for me, eh?" After taking a seat on a nearby weight bench, I patted my lap with an open hand, and then Trish smiled as she moved up and settled down across it. I grinned at her again as she hooked her slender arms around my neck, while I slipped mine around her lower back. She felt so wonderful upon my lap. "Much more comfortable now," Trish smirked, her pretty brown eyes sparkling as she gazed back at me. "There is absolutely no need for you to be alone, Trish," were my words. "I have told you time and time again that you are more than welcome to spend the evening in my room. I can guarantee you that Kristanna and Devon would both welcome you with open arms. And, it could be strictly platonic. You know that I would never force anything on you, or expect anything from you, in exchange for staying the night." "I know that, Jeremy. Trust me, I do." "I enjoy whatever opportunity I get to learn more about you as a person," I offered, before chuckling ever-so-softly. "And, I would have never guessed in a million years that your favorite movie of all-time is Rocky. That kind of threw me for a loop when you told me the other day, Trish. A woman who is so sweet and incredibly kind such as yourself ... you seem to be the Titanic type. You know, the tragic love story type. I'd never believe that you would have chosen a boxing movie as your favorite." "Rocky was a love story too, you know," Trish reminded me. "It was not just all about boxing." Trish shrugged her shoulders and frowned, "But all I have to do is look at my own life if I want to witness a tragic love story. Before Lindsay, it was Melina. Melina was my girlfriend for a long time back in Toronto, but we had a terrible break-up and I consider a lot of what happened between us to be my very own fault. She and I were in love. We lived together and were, at one time, talking about a life-long commitment." "Then, along came Lindsay," Trish continued. "I allowed all of my feelings and emotions for that girl to overcome me all at once, and I was swept away with her like a tidal wave. Lindsay was my ultimate fantasy come to life. She still is. It just ... I now wish that I wasn't there to help you take her virginity, Jeremy. There was no coming back for me after that point. I was so much in love, so taken, with her. I ... I sometimes wonder if I will ever find happiness." I shook my head and frowned momentarily. "I just do not understand, Miss Trish. I do not understand why someone did not scoop you up long ago, and marry you. You seem to have nothing holding you back in life. You are not stuck in a terrible job like Pamela. Unlike Devon, you get along great with your family. You do not have issues like Amy does. You are not narrow-minded like Camille. You are smart, gorgeous, witty, kind ... very loving, and very devoted. You are so full of energy, zest ... life. You're so ... peppy. Seems to me that someone would have latched onto you long ago, and never let go. I just ... I don't know, Trish." The 30-year-old turned her gaze away from me for a brief moment and pouted. "My biggest problem when it comes to relationships and dating is that I become way too possessive. As you have surely noticed by now, Jeremy, I am the obsessive type. I mean, VERY obsessive. People do not like that. You can look at how I treated Lindsay when she and I were still together. I hounded her constantly. I would not allow her out of my sight. That is my biggest problem." "Some people could deal with a person like that better than others," I mused. "I have those possessive qualities too, dear. I want to be with Kristanna, Devon and Pamela all of the time now. But, I know I have to fight it. I know that each of them need their proper space from me." "That is the difference between you and me," Trish pouted. "See, I cannot fight it. When I am in love with someone, I cannot control myself. I want to totally monopolize their every waking second of every day. When Melina was at work, I'd text her every 20 minutes. It's just the way I am. It is also the reason why I have yet to settle down. I have yet to find someone who can deal with that about me." "I can think of worse people than you, Trish, to want to monopolize my time," I told her, shrugging my shoulders. "Take that as a compliment because that was how it was intended. I do not think I would mind someone wanting to monopolize my time, though ... provided I was in love with them as well. It would give me the green light, so to speak, to monopolize their time in return." I smiled at Trish. "As I told you earlier, I have to fight those urges from time to time. Otherwise, I would be with Kristanna and Devon a whole lot more often than I already am. The same for Pamela, though she has been keeping a good distance from me lately. I think Pamela is still sorting out her feelings and emotions, and what she ultimately wants in her life." I shrugged my shoulders again and added, "I have spent a lot of time with Kristanna and Devon lately, you know, but now I am letting them have a little time away from me. A little space never hurt anyone. In fact, I have been with Kristanna A LOT as of late. But, you know ... that sort of happens when you first get engaged." "I do not think either of them would mind if you wanted to monopolize their time," Trish commented, grinning. "Devon is crazy about you. Kristanna thinks the world of you. I could tell that from the very first day that she was here with us. That is why I always said that you and Kristanna would make a really neat couple. I knew that Kristanna would treat you the way that you need to be treated, Jeremy. Then, Devon and Kristanna are nuts about each other as well. I believe the three of you are going to have a very long and a very healthy life together. Certainly, that is what I am hoping for." "Thank you, Trish," I smiled, gently kissing the side of her head. "You are such a sweetheart." Trish glanced downward for an instant, then grinned and restored eye contact with me. "This island is an incredible atmosphere. I never thought a place like this would exist." Island Fever Ch. 25 "What do you mean?" Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I mean ... look at US. You are openly talking about a life-long commitment with both Kristanna and Devon. The three of you are totally wild and crazy about each other. And you are hoping, beyond hope, that Pamela wants in too. Yet, here you are, Jeremy, sitting all alone with me. My arms around you ... your arms around me. I am sitting in your lap, even! Yet ... this feels so natural. I am not one bit worried or concerned that Krissy or Devon would think anything bad about what you and I are doing right now. Plus, I do not believe that I am doing anything wrong by being so snug and close with a man who is taken. Why ... I believe Kristanna and Devon approve of you being with the others. Only on this island, I guess. You know, I could really get used to this relaxed lifestyle..." "I am glad you like it here, dear." "How do you look at me, Jeremy? In what way?" I smiled at Trish. "I consider you a very good friend. I have enjoyed talking with you since you first came to the island four weeks ago. You are so incredibly nice, Trish ... so easy to talk to. I feel like I can tell you anything." I laughed and admitted, "You're a cool chick. That's how I honestly look at you. I've always looked at you that way. You're a cool chick. You're so easy to be with." She smiled at me as well. "I get along so good with you, Jeremy, because you are so down-to-earth and honest. That is the most important trait anyone in this world can have, if you ask me ... honesty. You have really hid nothing about yourself, your feelings, even your past ... from us. I still recall that story you told me about that girl in your high school years whom you were so very attracted to." "April?" Trish nodded. "Yes, April. The one who, despite being your friend, refused to go out with you on a date because you would have depressed her. That is about as honest and as straightforward as anyone can possibly be. Most people would never admit something like that. Yet, you just came right out and told me all about it. That conversation we had, Jeremy ... it really made me look at you in a new light." "Oh? How so?" Trish hesitated before answering, "Like perhaps I should have fallen in love with you instead of Lindsay from the very beginning." My eyes nearly exploded at those words as Trish quickly added, "Oh ... I know that you would have eventually chose Kristanna and Devon as your partners in life. No matter what I could have done or tried, it was your destiny to wind up with Kristanna and Devon. Especially Kristanna. You and her are meant to be together. It's just ... I don't know, Jeremy. I really don't." Trish closed her eyes and fretted, "Oh ... I shouldn't have said that!" "It's okay," I assured her. "It is perfectly fine." "I do not want to give the impression that I am trying to interfere in your relationship with Kristanna and Devon!" Trish squealed, obviously upset with herself. "Not even in the smallest way possible! I shouldn't have said anything!" "It's okay," I reiterated, attempting to soothe Trish's emotions. "It's okay, sweetheart. Honesty ... remember? You were being honest with me. I appreciate honesty too. I have no problem with anyone who is honest with me." "You sure? I mean, I do not want you to think..." "It's okay," I insisted, cutting her off. "Excluding the three of us, of course, YOU are the happiest person on the island that Kristanna, Devon and I are together. I know you meant nothing bad with what you just said to me, Trish. If Kristanna and Devon were here right now, I guarantee you that both of them would tell you the same, exact thing. Nothing of what you just said to me was wrong. Nothing at all. We know that you would never do anything to come between us. It's not your nature. You're not that type of person." Finally relieved, Trish shook her head and even giggled. "As I said, Jeremy ... the atmosphere here is incredible. You are so wondrously committed, and so loyal, to Kristanna and Devon. I know that you would never do a thing to harm them in any way. Yet you do not mind another woman saying stuff like that to you. They would not mind, either. In some ways, it is like all of us are a big, extended family. I am NOT looking forward to going home in just over two weeks." "Kristanna has absolutely no problem with you, Trish," I stressed. "Neither does Devon. Both of them look at you as a close, trustworthy friend. Above that, both of them know that you would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship. In my book, at least, there is no crime in being honest. Tell me whatever you want, dear. It's okay." Trish smiled. "I like being honest." ------- I had a lot on my plate, so to speak, at the moment. Not only did I have the euphoria of my impending nuptials with Kristanna, as well as Devon finding her own niche in the relationship as best she could, but there now seemed to be some doubt as to whether or not Pamela wanted to be part of our future. Truth be told, I had kept my distance from Pamela in the past three days. Again, I was giving her the opportunity to sort through her emotions and feelings. Was the idea of a four-way union something that appealed to her? I ultimately wanted Pamela to come to her own conclusion. Pamela made it abundantly clear early on that she wanted a one-on-one relationship with me. She flat-out told me so on just her second day here on the island. It may have been a possibility then, but it certainly was not a possibility now. The question was whether or not she was willing to accept that, and embrace the idea of what may become a group marriage. I was not about to jeopardize what I had with Kristanna for no one. I desperately wanted Pamela in our lives for the long haul. I wanted to make her happy and give her everything that she had ever dreamed of. But I had prepared myself to let Pamela go. I did not want to, but would let her go if necessary. Kristanna was and forever will be my focal point, so everything had to fall in line and adapt around her. Unfortunately, I got the overwhelming sense from Pamela that she did not want to have any sort of a romantic or long-term commitment with Kristanna and/or Devon. My goal was to prove to Pamela that she did indeed belong with us, and no one could ever make her any happier than we could. I knew that Kristanna would be more than willing to allow Pamela into our lives, just as she did for Devon. Also, I just now learned that Trish was having second thoughts and was wishing that she pursued me from the very beginning instead of Lindsay. What a cruel irony; before Kristanna became front and center for me, there were times that I would sit and pout because Trish was not giving me the time of day. Her entire being was devoted to Lindsay, and there was no room for anyone else. At several points in the early days, I myself was wishing that Trish put all of her focus and energy into me instead of Lindsay. Oftentimes I would speculate that if Trish went after me as hard as Devon and Pamela did from the very beginning, would she have vaulted ahead of both of them in my book? I think the possibility was there. There was no doubt that I felt that strong of an attraction toward Trish. But now? Too little, too late, unfortunately. The bond I had with Devon was becoming stronger with every passing second. She was now so far ahead of Trish in that regard that the Canadian, despite her beauty and how awesome of a person I thought she was, could never catch up and surpass Devon. Perhaps I would always be left to wonder what if. The other major issue I was dealing with at the current time was that of Amy. She and I had a rather enlightening conversation two days ago where a lot of my prior suspicions about her were confirmed. Amy had not led the best of lives up to this point, and had a lot of problems as a result. She grew up as an only child and felt that her parents never really wanted her in the first place. She nearly flunked the tenth grade, focusing her attention on boys (and some girls) instead of schoolwork. As an adult, Amy once had a boyfriend who routinely rented her out to others for a monetary fee. Later on, Amy was in a marriage that was doomed from the start. Her ex-husband looked at her as a trophy much more than he did as a loving companion. It did not help that she felt the need to cheat on him multiple times with a wide variety of other people, some of whom had even been strangers. It led to a shattered marriage that ended in divorce. Nowadays, Amy made her living as a Hooters waitress, and really struggled to get by and make ends meet. One could easily claim that working at Hooters was one step away from being a stripper, but for a fraction of the salary. What type of life was this for anyone to have? In all honesty, Amy felt horribly depressed and lonely. She was socially unstable, not knowing how to talk or present herself to others in a positive light. In less than a month on the island, she had already alienated herself from some of her counterparts. Trish wanted nothing to do with her. I got the sense that Devon simply tolerated her. Kristanna had an interest in Amy, but only because she knew how I much I cared about her. The island was a microcosm of Amy's life. But Amy had that gorgeous face and killer body. In ways, it had been her saving grace. People gravitated toward her because she was so beautiful. There would always be someone who wanted to make that initial contact with her. In other ways, however, her body had been her downfall. Yes, the way Amy looked attracted a lot of attention. But I felt that her social skills, or lack thereof, had driven a lot of potential suitors away. Or, they simply stuck around long enough to get a piece of Amy without ever taking her seriously as a person. They would use her for sex, but then discard her like a piece of garbage when the thrill was gone. "I've been put down so many times in life," she told me two days ago during our conversation in the forest. "People put you down enough, and eventually, you start to believe it." Amy's calling card in life was her body, and she had used it over the years to try and make others happy. There was no doubt that the woman loved sex and everything about it, but she had yet to find a man (or woman) who would not only give her what she needed physically, but emotionally as well. I still hold firm to the belief that the 31-year-old was like a timid, little child, who just needed to crawl into her protector's arms and feel forever loved and cherished. She was the picture-perfect submissive. Amy openly admitted to me that she needed the right person - preferably a man - to step in and seize total control of her as a human being. That would be the only thing that could truly make her happy. I felt that a major step, at least initially, toward improving Amy's life would be for her to visit a psychiatrist and get a mental health diagnosis, then be put on the proper medication. I knew a couple of very good doctors over on the mainland in Peru who could work absolute wonders for her if she would just allow them the opportunity. As I told Amy in the past, I would have been more than happy to set up an appointment and pay any of the associated costs for the visit(s) and subsequent medication. I was worried for her. I just wanted Amy to feel better, and be happy. But, Amy was not interested. She did not believe in the idea of seeing a psychiatrist or taking pills. I tried to tell her that anti-depressants had helped improve the quality of my own life over the past couple of years. I initially resisted the thought as well, but now wish I had sought help much earlier in life. Without the medication, I may not even be here today. I went round and round on this subject with Amy several times. I insisted that she at least give the idea of seeing a doctor a try. But, Amy would not budge. She was quite stubborn, but I had an idea that may change her mind... ------- Earlier at breakfast - before my discussion with Trish in the exercise room - I found the tank-top that Amy chose to wear as part of her attire to be quite comical. It was bright pink, and the fabric was stretched to its limit to conceal her massive, bulging 36d-cup breasts. The tank-top had an inscription on it which read in big yellow letters, I have the pussy, I make the rules!. It was cute and funny, and elicited a laugh, but what I found most amusing was how very wrong it would prove to be just hours later. It was still raining pretty heavily outside, so I figured all of the ladies did not have any special plans for the day. Once everyone began to disperse after our breakfast meal ended, I pulled Amy to the side and asked for a moment of her time. I wanted to talk to her, but did not want to have a two-way discussion. It was going to be one-sided. I really did not offer her much of a choice. I told Amy that I wanted her come to my private quarters in the mansion at precisely 2:00pm this afternoon. I instructed her to wear something sexy but not too revealing or provocative, and that she should expect to spend several hours with me. And, that was it. I was firm and direct with her, to the point and, most importantly, I did not wait for a response. I simply told Amy what I wanted, and walked off. The bewildered look upon her face to what was basically a no-nonsense demand was, in a word, priceless. "You, of all people ... I cannot wait to see if you can pull this off," Kristanna said to me an hour later, when I clued her in and informed her of what I had in mind for Amy. "There is no way you'll be able to go through with this and get Amy to agree to what you ultimately want. It's not you, Jeremy. It's not you. You'll crack. There's no way..." I was not quite certain that I could pull this off myself, but I was going to give it my best try. ------- Eyeing my wristwatch intently, it was 2:01pm when a gentle knock came to the main entrance of my personal suite. I downed the last of my orange juice, then went over to the door and opened it only to be greeted with the sight of a truly gorgeous, breathtaking creature of a woman. Dressed in a button-down white blouse made of denim with two front pockets. it was readily apparent that Amy was not wearing a bra underneath it. Her lush nipples were clearly outlined through the ultra-thin top as her heavy-set breasts swelled against it. She had the sleeves rolled up and the blouse was knotted together at her midriff, offering quite a sexy, flirtatious flare and appeal. Amy also had on a black leather miniskirt which had a zipper on the side and was held together in front by a single button. The skirt was short and flimsy, naturally, and I would bet my entire fortune that she did not have any panties on underneath it. Her outfit was topped off with a pair of expensive black pumps which had five inches on each heel. Amy's thick-bodied, voluptuous figure had a look, or an aura, about itself. From the very first day I met Amy, I got the feeling that her body was constantly begging others to use it. Try as I might, it was difficult not to look at her that way. Now, I was finally admitting it to myself. "You're a minute late," I told her, my voice quite harsh and strict. I had never used such a tone with her before. Amy offered me a quizzical expression as I explained, "I told you to be here at two o'clock sharp. It's 2:01." "It's two by my watch," she volunteered, totally caught off-guard. Today was going to be quite memorable, indeed. I planned on today being the turning point in Amy's life. "Inside," I instructed her, moving back and allowing Amy entrance into my private quarters. As she walked by, I reached out with my right hand and slapped that lush, round ass of hers. Amy hesitated for a moment and looked at me, but then smiled gleefully and continued into the suite. I closed and locked the door, then turned toward Amy and proclaimed, "Why don't you get down on your knees for me?" Her green eyes wide, Amy appeared somewhat stunned at my newfound, forceful attitude. "Get down ... on ... my knees?" "Do you have a problem with what I tell you to do?" I retorted, a definite hint of anger and dissatisfaction in my voice. "When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. Now get down on your knees like a good slave." Those eyes were now wide as saucers. Obviously unaware of what I had planned, Amy looked to either side for a brief moment and then dropped to her knees. As if on impulse, she then went into submissive mode by linking both hands together behind her back. Amy thrusted her breasts outward in a proud manner, but still had those big eyes as she looked up at me. "What's gotten into you?" she asked, her voice timid. I walked around to the backside of Amy and lifted the hem of her black skirt. Indeed, she was not wearing any panties. That figured. Amy did not have a bra on underneath her top, either. "You don't like wearing a bra or panties, huh?" "You already know I don't," Amy returned, her hands still linked together at the small of her back. "You enjoy it when others look at you ... don't you?" She nodded her head. "Yes, I do." With my left hand, I reached into my shorts and fished out a full-blown, raging erection. Kristanna and Devon, both of whom were now watching us in the adjacent voyeur room, had taken turns sucking my cock prior to Amy's arrival. I wanted it to be hard and ready for when she got here. I presented my erection to her appreciative face, and she smiled. "Is that for me?" "Not yet," I returned, tucking my shaft back into my shorts. Now hid from her view, Amy was clearly disappointed and even a bit frustrated. She looked up at me and offered a little pout; her lower lip was sticking outward in a manner that I actually found to be quite sexy, and highly erotic. "You're a submissive. Aren't you, Amy?" "Yes," she replied, her gaze quickly lowered. "What are you a submissive for? What makes you happier than anything else in the whole, wide world?" "Big, hard cocks." "Why do you still have your clothes on?" I asked her, my tone incessant as I took a step back. "You didn't tell me to take them off..." "WHY do you STILL have your clothes on?" I repeated. "I'm sorry, Jeremy," Amy countered, her hands fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. The 31-year-old quickly settled down, however, and began to slowly undo each button while glaring up at me with all sorts of emotions across her face. She clearly did not know what to think. After ten seconds, Amy had managed just two buttons. I quickly moved behind her, then grabbed either side of the blouse and began to rip and tear at the expensive fabric with what best could be described as violent force. "When I tell you to do something, I don't want to wait all day for it to be done!" I snapped, as Amy squealed and grunted in response, her body jerking back-and-forth with each pull. With every button popped out and scattered across the floor, the rest of the blouse was in shreds when I finally tore it from her body. Unprepared for my aggression, Amy then let out a shrill cry as I reached down and pulled open the zipper across her miniskirt. I popped the button on it as well, but Amy did the rest as she quickly slipped the skirt downward and eventually off. She remained on her knees and placed both hands together behind her back yet again. "Next time," I told her, "you will have until a count of five when I tell you to do something." Amy shrieked at my words as I added, "It will not be a slow five, either." The red-headed enchantress was already a mess because of what I was in the process of doing to her. Ripping off her top the way I did was the turning point. Her breathing quite ragged and labored, she continued to look up at me with those puppy-dog eyes. In turn, I admired her nude, beautiful figure. I had many plans for it today. Island Fever Ch. 26 Chapter 26: "Wellness" -------------------------------------------- "My favorite part of that whole episode between you and Amy yesterday was when you took her blouse and just RIPPED it from her body," Devon proclaimed, standing in front of me and neatly looping the neck tie that went along with the rest of my outfit. Yes, I had chosen the business casual look for today. Soon, Devon fastened the black garment around my neck and added, "I was like, OH MY GOD ... I cannot believe Jeremy just did that to her! The look on Amy's face was priceless. You could tell that she did not believe what you did, either." I smiled leisurely. "What did Krissy have to say?" "Krissy said that she wished you would be as forceful and as domineering with her sometimes, too!" The time was 9:10am and the date was June 29, 2013. Devon was in my private quarters with me, helping me get ready for my impending trip to the mainland with Amy. The helicopter which would transport us to Peru was due to arrive in a mere 20 minutes. It certainly promised to be a big day. Of course, Devon and I were discussing the events of what happened the previous day between Amy and yours truly. I had went to a somewhat dark place in my decision to dominate and ultimately seize control of Amy, but felt it was necessary. Not only would the newfound direction and guidance enliven her final two weeks on the island and most likely make them much more enjoyable, but I honestly felt as if becoming the authority figure that Amy so desperately wanted was the only possible way I could get her to seek medical help. I had to become her Master, and thus, make the decision for her. Truth be told, Amy needed mental health counseling and care much more than she did a dominant authority figure at this point of her life. Making sure she got the treatment and subsequent medication that she required had been my primary goal all along. I simply had to find a way to get Amy to agree to seek help. She had been steadfast in her reluctance to do so, but that all changed yesterday. "Krissy does not seem to be the submissive type," I told Devon, chuckling. "I could never imagine Krissy playing the role of Amy yesterday. Not in a million years." Devon giggled and tapped me on the nose with an extended finger. "Jeremy, you silly thing! Women do not have to be submissive for them to want their man to be a little rough and forceful with them. Being overpowered ... it can truly feel exhilarating at times - IF it is done in a safe manner, and with the right partner." "The problem with that," I mused, watching Devon as she now adjusted my shirt collar, "is that Krissy would want to turn the tables and be all rough and tumble with ME." Devon snickered at my remark. "You think Krissy would use all those karate skills of hers and judo-chop your ass?" I burst out into laughter. "I wouldn't put it past her!" Devon smiled coyly and mused, "I like it when Krissy turns all superior and uses her strength to overpower me. I never really thought of subbing to another woman before, but I think it would be really HOT if I did it with Krissy." "As do I, dear. As do I..." "It was awesome what you did for Amy yesterday," Devon then surmised, putting the finishing touches upon my shirt collar and thus, my overall appearance. "I almost fainted and had a heart attack in the voyeur room when you made Amy stand in the corner, her body quivering and her emotions on edge, only to then slip that note into her hand and basically DEMAND that she gets the help that she needs." Devon blushed and giggled, "I almost creamed myself!" "From start to finish, I was trembling and shaking the whole way through," was my honest admission. "It was so out-of-character for me. I had never done anything like that before. I'm surprised I made it through the whole afternoon in one piece. Beforehand, Krissy was SURE that I was going to crack and wilt like a little flower." "You proved her wrong!" Devon exclaimed. "You did a GREAT job. I watched every minute of it from the voyeur room alongside Krissy. We were both AMAZED. I think it will do a world of good for Amy, too. A whole world of good!" Just then, two quick, subtle knocks came to the entrance of my personal suite. Not waiting for an answer, the door opened and in stepped the captivating duo of Kristanna and Amy. Normally, I would focus my attention upon my precious fiancee and admire just how breathtaking and gorgeous of a woman she was whenever she first entered a room. This time, however, the one whose appearance literally blew me away was Amy. No, Amy was not wearing one of her trademark tops with the hot, erotic inscriptions sprawled across the front of them. My favorite thus far (and her most shocking) had been the Filthy WHORE, Sin For Sale tank-top that she wore twice a week. Amy had a t-shirt that I enjoyed as well; across those overflowing breasts, there was an illustration of a giraffe and the words Deep Throat next to it. The first time I saw it, I could not help but to laugh. Amy did not have on a flirty miniskirt either, which was another of her personal trademarks. Amy loved prancing around in little, glove-tight skirts and eliciting responses from not only me, but the all of the ladies here as well. She had a luscious pair of legs, and knew how to use them. Nor was the 31-year-old dressed for a day out enjoying the island. Amy did not have on a pair of sneakers and cotton shorts, with a t-shirt two sizes too small, and a string bikini underneath just in case the beach beckoned. In fact, there was nothing promiscuous or demonstrative about Amy's wardrobe. Not today; not with a trip to Peru and a visit to a health care provider on the horizon. Amy looked much more different to me right now than she ever had before. I was used to wild Amy, with her often lascivious choice of attire and wear. I was certainly not accustomed to seeing Amy quite like this. But if a single word could accurately describe her appearance at this precise moment in time, it would simply have to be spectacular. From my initial glance, it appeared as if Amy had just stepped out of the board room of a multi-billion dollar corporation. Amy looked like a power broker; perhaps even the CEO. She wore a stylish blazer top, its color beige, with a large, single button holding it together in front near her midriff. The fabric was a mixture of polyester and rayon. The blazer itself had long sleeves with buttoned cuffs and flap pockets on either side of her waistline. Amy also had on a blouse with several black and white designs, but it was tough to make out because she had the blazer buttoned and mostly closed in front. In addition, the young woman wore a pair of straight-leg trousers that effortlessly matched her top in terms of color and appeal. The pants went all the way down to her ankles, and gave way to a pair of open-toe beige pumps with modest two inch heels. A great deal of time and effort had even been put into Amy's hairstyle as well. The burgundy tresses, which were often kept loose and free-flowing, were actually pinned-up and done in fashionable curls and ringlets. The look not only accentuated the full outline of Amy's neck and its slender contours, but also her spellbinding face as well. "Oh my God!" Devon squealed, full of excitement, as she scurried over to Amy and grasped her wrists with both hands. She even hopped about, gushing, "Oh my God, Amy! You look fantastic! You look amazing!" "I have Kristanna to thank for it," Amy quietly told her. "She spent the past two hours giving me this make-over." Devon turned toward Kristanna and smiled appreciatively. "Amy looks like a Hollywood movie star getting ready to walk the red carpet! Wow, Krissy! This was all your doing?" "I outdid myself," Kristanna agreed, glancing at Amy one final time and admiring her from head to toe. "It is what Jeremy wanted. He wanted Amy to look classy and professional for their trip to Lima. I told him I'd take care of it." "I have NEVER dressed like this in my life," Amy murmured, before shifting her gaze my way and smiling faintly. "Do you like it, Jeremy?" The red-headed goddess glimpsed at herself momentarily in a nearby wall mirror, then turned her attention back to me and asked, "Is this how you wanted me to look?" "Very much so," I responded, grinning broadly. "You look ... radiant." I pulled Amy into my arms and offered her a warm, loving embrace. I tucked my chin over her shoulder and promised, "We're going to have a fun day in Lima. It's not all gonna be about seeing a psychiatrist and telling him your problems. We will go out to eat for lunch and perhaps even dinner. We will also do some sight-seeing. I'm going to show you a really good time today." "You're a lucky girl," Devon told Amy, also smiling at her. "Lima is such an interesting city. You get to spend the day there! Can you bring me back a souvenir or two?" "We are still spending another day in Peru before the next two weeks are up?" Kristanna asked me, wanting confirmation. "I mean ... all of us? You did say you wanted to take all of us back to the mainland, Jeremy, one more time before the others all go home in two weeks. Am I right?" "Not this coming Monday, but the one following," I told her. "Everyone gets to see Lima one more time. I'm even taking you all back to that salon. If you weren't pampered and spoiled enough the first time, I'll make sure you are THIS time." I paused for a brief moment, allowing those words to sink in and register. "Please make sure, Krissy, that you tell the others of that when they start asking where Amy and I are today. Please tell them that I WILL take them for a day of sight-seeing in Peru one more time." Now concerned, Amy glanced my way. "You think any of the girls will be jealous that you took me to the city today?" "How could they feel jealous?" Devon retorted, her eyes fixed upon Amy. "Jeremy is taking you to the doctor there! He taking you there because you need it." Amy shook her head at Devon as I implored, "No. Please don't tell the others why we are there. No one but us needs to know that Amy is going to see a psychiatrist. She has enough apprehension about seeing one as is. This is a personal and private matter for Amy, Devon. Please ... DO NOT give any of the others even a CLUE as to why we went there. The only ones who know are the four of us in this room." Amy pouted. "Camille would make jokes about me behind my back if she found out!" "You can't tell anyone," Kristanna stressed to Devon, before looking back at me. "I'll take care of it, Jeremy. If anyone asks, I'll just say that Amy had a personal issue that needed to be dealt with in the city, and you had to go with her to straighten it out. I will leave it at that." "It's no one else's business, anyway!" Amy cackled. "Shhhhh," I consoled Amy, bringing her back into my arms and embracing her yet again. "It will be okay. No one else is going to know that you're seeing a psychiatrist today." "You two better get down to the beach and the heli-pad," Kristanna said to Amy and yours truly, gazing at her wristwatch. "Kevin will be here very shortly." "Who is Kevin?" Devon inquired, suddenly puzzled. "Kevin is the helicopter pilot," Kristanna answered. "Whenever Jeremy doesn't feel like taking the big boat to the mainland, he calls Kevin and asks him to fly him there instead via helicopter. Nearly every single time I came to the island to visit Jeremy in the past, Kevin would fly me here. I would stay for however long, then Kevin would simply return at the end of my visit and fly me back to the airport in Lima. Kevin always told me that Jeremy pays him really well for his services. Jeremy made him a rich man!" "What it boils down to," I informed Devon, "is whether or not I want a four hour boat ride one-way, or an 80 minute helicopter flight. Today, it's the helicopter." ------- Located just a hop, skip and a jump from the beach in the Miraflores District - an upscale, ritzy section of Lima - was the office of Dr. Gabriel Humala. A well-known and respected psychiatrist throughout his field, I had been under the care of Dr. Humala for the past three years. The medication he had prescribed for me - Effexor - had helped stabilize my mood levels and improve the quality of my life. I was once a non-believer myself, but now I openly embraced the idea of mental health diagnosis and treatment. I suffered from dysthymia, which is basically a chronic state of depression. Without the care Dr. Humala had given me over the years, and the subsequent medication, I honestly do not know if I would still be alive today. With that as a backdrop, perhaps now one could understand why I had such a vested interest in getting Amy some help. Amy wanted me to go into the doctor's office with her and listen in during her diagnosis. Even though she was nervous and full of trepidation, I opted not to. I told her that I would be just outside, in the waiting room. I implored to Amy that Dr. Humala was a good and reputable man. He was easy to talk to and even easier to trust, and would not stop until she was on the path to wellness. And though a life-long resident of Lima, it also helped that Dr. Humala spoke perfect English. I again stressed how very important it was for Amy to be totally open and honest while inside the examination room. Dr. Humala was not going to judge her, or look down upon her, for anything she said to him. He was here to help her, I insisted, but that could only happen if she allowed him the necessary access to do so. "You HAVE to be honest," were my final words for her, before she disappeared into his office. 20 minutes turned into 30. 30 into 45. Before long, I looked at my wristwatch and noticed it was well past 1:00pm. Amy had went into Dr. Humala's office at precisely noon, which was her scheduled appointment time. Soon, 1:30pm was creeping up on me a lot quicker than I thought it would. There was not much of anything for me to do in the waiting room. Most of the literature here was Spanish, so all I really could do with the books and magazines strewn about was look at the photographs contained within. I spoke a little Spanish - enough to get by in the city for a day or two - but I was downright clueless when it came time to try and read it. There were no other patients on this Saturday afternoon and Dr. Humala's female receptionist, although very nice and friendly, spoke very little English. So, all I was basically left to do was play the waiting game. The time was now approaching 2:00pm, but I was in no way impatient or frustrated. I may have been bored, but I was not feeling one bit impatient. I was glad that Amy had been in with the good doctor for nearly two hours. I simply figured that the longer she stayed, the more Dr. Humala would learn so he could properly diagnose and treat her. I would have been fine if Amy spent six hours, or even longer, with him. The cost was inconsequential to me. I just wanted Amy to feel better, and ultimately be happy. "Camille is angry that you took Amy to the city and not her," was a text - from Kristanna - that I received on my tablet at 2:06pm. I texted back, asking if anyone else was upset. The response I got? "Only Camille. Furious." Just then, Dr. Humala stepped out of his office and made his way over to me. I stood and greeted him, and shook his hand. He said that he had an action plan for Amy, but she requested that I also come into his office so the doctor could tell me of the diagnosis and findings first-hand. He said that Amy rather I hear everything from him instead of her, for fear that she may butcher some of the information. "That young lady really cares about you," Dr. Humala told me as I followed him into the aforementioned office. Over the course of the next 20 minutes, I learned that Dr. Humala believed that Amy suffered from two different mental disorders. The first I had already suspected, and even made mention of in prior chapters of this very story. The second disorder? I was easily able to associate Amy with it, but I had no idea that it was listed as and considered an actual mental health disorder. First, Dr. Humala explained that he believed Amy was suffering from cyclothymia. A lesser, more milder version of bipolar disorder, cyclothymia is characterized by various and sudden mood disturbances. Its root cause, like most depression types, was unknown, Dr. Humala told us, and less than one percent of the U.S. population was impacted by it. Amy also went through bouts of hypomania, he explained, which was tied into her cyclothymia. While in a hypomanic state, an affected individual can be quite energetic, outspoken and full of confidence. It can cause a person to become reckless and careless; so much so, that the effects may have irreversible consequences in the long-term. I had caught a few glimpses of Amy in such a state before; none more so than during her initial day on the island when her emotions bounced around like a yo-yo. The physician elaborated that he believed, under the right circumstances, Amy could go from a hypomanic episode to feeling severely depressed at the drop of a pin. She could be floating high in the sky one minute, then come crashing down just a short time later with no apparent trigger as to why. Individuals with this sickness do not need a reason, or a trigger, for their moods to fluctuate so violently. This was obviously not healthy, he told us, and could worsen over time and lead to the much more severe and dangerous bipolar disorder if not properly treated. Dr. Humala linked Amy's cyclothymia and hypomania into one, saying he believed that was her first disorder. The other? Amy was a nymphomaniac. Yes, nymphomania was actually considered a mental health disorder. Oddly enough, I would have never guessed that in a million years. The technical term he used was hyper-sexuality, but it meant the same thing. Amy had sudden sexual urges and felt the need to act on them as often as she could. The problem, Dr. Humala said, was that several of those sexual urges were actually unwanted. Amy did not want to act on some of those feelings, but felt compelled to anyway as if some unseen entity was forcing her to do so. The good doctor looked at his notes and gave me an example. "Miss [Last Name], when in her homeland of Ohio, gets together with five black men every Saturday afternoon and engages in full, non-protected intercourse with all of them at once, despite the fact that she does not care about them and nor she believes they care about her." Amy lowered her head and covered her face in shame as the doctor continued, "Yet this is a ritual for Miss [Last Name], and she feels overly compelled each Saturday to see it through no matter the ramifications - short-term or long-term." It was one thing to hear something like this from Kristanna, who was good at judging others and had made eerily similar assumptions about Amy in the recent past. But it was something different to hear it from a licensed health provider such as Dr. Humala. It was downright scary. So much so, in fact, that I found myself holding hands with Amy between chairs as we sat side-by-side in the office. It was a poor substitute for what I really wanted, which was to pull Amy into my lap and embrace her, or protect her, and give her assurances that all was fine and there was nothing for her to feel ashamed about. Unfortunately, this examination room was not the proper place to do such a thing. The good news, Dr. Humala told us, was that everything that troubled Amy was treatable with the right medication. It would not cure her problems or make them go away forever. Rather, the medication would level her emotions out, and help keep her on more of a steady playing field. Dr. Humala gave Amy a three week sample supply of an anti-depressant called Lexapro and told her that she was to start taking it immediately. I asked for more details on the drug; he called it a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor (SSRI for short) that regulates chemicals in the brain which cause a person to become unbalanced, anxious and/or depressed. Dr. Humala said that not only would it combat and relieve her symptoms of cyclothymia, but also her hyper-sexuality. Given time and if taken properly, Lexapro would ultimately cause Amy to feel much better and be in much better control of her emotions. Island Fever Ch. 26 One thing that Amy definitely did not like, though, was when Dr. Humala told her that she was to lay off any and alcohol from this point forward. Alcohol was not healthy either, he said, and had contributed to many of her more extreme bouts of hyper-sexuality in the past. Before leaving the office, I needed clarification from the doctor on a couple of things. Mostly, I began to clue him in about the island and the group of ladies who were there now, and the open, free-spirited atmosphere that prevailed. Before I could get much more detailed, however, Dr. Humala reminded me that he had spoken to Amy for over two hours before I was asked to join them. She had already told him about the island and what was going on there. Dr. Humala said he believed it was okay for Amy to continue to have sex and enjoy herself on the island, as long as the atmosphere was controlled and safe, but more importantly, the person(s) she became intimate with truly and undoubtedly cared about her. Dr. Humala did not want Amy to participate in any more one night stands, per se, where there were no emotions involved whatsoever. "It is vitally important to Miss [Last Name] that she continue to participate in the daily activities you have set forth on your island," he spoke to me in closing. "It is also very important to her that she be allowed to continue to develop and foster her relationship with you." ------- "Look at me, Jeremy!" Amy whined in mock, playful disgust, her once-perfect hairstyle now flopping about in the wind as she and I sat next to an open window in the back of the helicopter. "Look at me ... I'm a druggie!" Amy was holding up the sample box of medication that Dr. Humala had given to her. It was 3:45pm, and we were on our way home to the island. Amy had strongly opposed the idea of seeing a psychiatrist ever since I first brought up the idea some three weeks ago. Today, though, she seemed to be in good spirits following her medical evaluation. I was proud of Amy, and even quite happy to boot. She went into the evaluation with an open mind and gave the doctor very poignant and honest information. Amy walked away from it with a positive attitude and a renewed sense of hope for the future, although she was still quite unhappy about the sudden moratorium on alcohol intake. "That's a good type of drug, though," I retorted, pointing toward the box of medication, my voice loud and bellowing because of the intense sound of the whipping wind and the chopper blades as we buzzed along no more than 20 feet over top of the ocean and its rushing currents below. "I want you to help me with this medicine," Amy requested. "Please, Jeremy. I want you to make sure that I take it at seven o'clock every single evening. Without your help, I know there will be times that I forget. The doctor said I cannot miss any doses, or the medicine will do me no good." Amy shook her head and added, "I've never taken any prescriptions like this before. I'm not used to doing it. I'm going to need your help; you'll need to remind me." "I'll see to it that you take your medicine every night at seven o'clock from now on," was my promise to her. Amy and I originally had plans of getting some lunch and then checking out some of the sights and places to shop in Miraflores and the rest of Lima. But we stayed longer at the doctor than either of us had anticipated, and afterward Amy claimed that she was tired and simply wanted to get back to the island. Honestly, I could not argue with her. It had been quite a long day. We did, however, decide to stop at a quaint, little sandwich shop near the beach and grab a quick bite to eat. I felt a certain, unmistakable sense of ease having lunch with Amy on the outdoor patio of the restaurant, as the friendly townsfolk - men, women and children alike - passed us by. The idle chatter we shared was silly, and some of it was even mindless, but I found myself enjoying every single moment of it regardless. I then realized that I was starting to look at Amy in an entirely different light. The sweet, wonderful woman who I felt had been forever trapped underneath that once rough, jagged exterior (Amy's shield, I liked to call it) had finally broken through and was making her presence known. As I sat at the circular table and finished the last of my sandwich, I listened to Amy convey a funny, little story about a trip to the grocery store she experienced just days before coming to the island. I simply watched her as she cooed and cavorted, sudden smiles flashing across her face, mixed in with some playful grunts and even a few tiny pouts. Amy was becoming quite outgoing and amicable. Right now, I thought inwardly, she was a person that others would most assuredly gravitate toward and love to have as a part of their lives. Men would line up for blocks all around, literally begging for a single opportunity to meet and impress this vibrant, beautiful lady. Add in the medicine, which would only help her as time went by, and the future was bright for Amy. It was absolutely limitless. Dare I say it, but Amy had never been more appealing to me than she was at this precise moment in time. As we sat across from each other at the sandwich shop, Amy's entire focus was on me and the silly, little story about her trip to the supermarket. Nothing else in the world even mattered. Finding myself in such a position, oddly enough, I suddenly felt as if I was the luckiest man on the face of the Earth. I was having such a wonderful time by simply being graced with the mere presence of Amy. I contacted Kevin, the commercial helicopter pilot who had been a friend of mine for 15 years, and told him we were ready to return to the island. Amy and I met up with him at an airstrip about 20 minutes later. I paid him the usual fee (with a hefty tip included), and soon we were skyward. "Thank you," Amy eventually said in the helicopter, wiping away a single tear which streaked down her enchanting, lovely face. "Thank you, Jeremy, for putting so much care and effort into me and my well-being." Amy took a deep breath, then appeared to be on the verge of breaking down and crying. "You've done more for me in the past four weeks than anyone else ever has in my whole, entire li-life. I ... I feel much closer to you ... than anyone I ever have before. Jeremy, I ... I ... I'm in l-lo..." Try as she might, but Amy could not finish her thought nor the sentence. Her voice simply faded away in mid-word. Thus, I brought Amy into my arms and held her. And as if on cue, she put her face on my shoulder and began to sob. "Shhhhh," I hushed her, my lips close to her ear. "Shhhhh, honey ... calm down. Just calm down. I'm only doing what needs to be done - and that is to take care of you." "HEY JEREMY!" came Kevin's scream from the front of the helicopter. "Is that gal gonna turn out to be the bride you've been searching all these many years for?" Once those words registered in my mind and were able to sink in completely, my eyeballs literally bulged outward from their sockets and I glanced toward the front of the aircraft. Kevin had been watching us through a mirror in the pilot area, and had the biggest, toothiest grin upon his face as a result. "You two seem like quite the couple!" he observed. "Bet you and her would have some fine-lookin' kids together, too!" Not up to date with the happenings on the island over the past month, all Kevin had to go on was what he saw in his chopper. Still, I was dumbfounded and temporarily speechless. His assumption was totally wild and far-fetched, and obviously nowhere close to being reality... ***End of Chapter 26" Island Fever Ch. 27 Chapter 27: Resolution ---------------------------------------- Pamela took a deep breath and sighed rather dejectedly. "What happened between us, Jeremy? What went wrong?" Confused, I tilted my head at her. "What do you mean?" "You and I were as hot of an item as any two people could possibly be during my first couple of days on the island," Pamela began. "I remember the way that you talked to me ... the way that you treated me. You made me feel so special, Jeremy. For those few days, at least, I was on cloud nine. I was never happier in my whole, entire life. Like, ever." "I know that the circumstances are very different now," I told her. "But the opportunity for you to feel that way once again is still there, sweetheart. It always has been. And it always will be. You do know that, right?" She shook her head at me. "Once I thought everything was perfect between you and I, you and Devon were suddenly a hot item. I see you spending so much time with her, and I wonder to myself why you are not spending it with me instead. What did I do wrong? DID I do anything wrong? Did I do anything to make you like me less? I don't think I did." Pamela shook her head yet again. "Do you remember our first time alone together, Jeremy? It was in the library. Remember? It was AMAZING. I was ready to marry you right then and there, and run off with you into the wild blue yonder. I was already that much in love. I never felt so strong about someone, so fast. I was under the impression you felt the same way about me, but apparently you didn't." "First I was competing with Devon," she continued. "That was hard enough. But then, all of a sudden and totally out of the blue, you are engaged to Kristanna." Pamela laughed, then tossed both hands in the air and gave me an exaggerated look. "I mean ... really? I know Kristanna is your friend and all. I do. But you want to marry her now instead?" Clearly agitated, Pamela shrugged her shoulders and asked, "What did I do wrong along the way? What happened to what you and I were building together those first few days?" "What are you talking about?" was my only response. I was a bit confused (not to mention perplexed) as to where Pamela was going with this long diatribe of hers. "US!" she exclaimed. "You say that you care about me. You want to be with me. You make references to commitment and marriage with me. Then, you are chasing after Devon. I find myself competing with her for your attention. Then two weeks later, you and Kristanna are suddenly engaged and, not only that, but Devon is getting involved too and she will ultimately make it a three-way marriage. Did I do something wrong, Jeremy, to make you lose sight of me the way you did?" Now, Pamela was very upset. "Because if I did, I sure as HELL would like to know what it was." "You did nothing wrong," I answered, my voice hollow. "It was hard enough to have to compete with Devon for your attention at the beginning," Pamela frowned. "It was even harder with Kristanna constantly in your ear, telling you how sweet and wonderful Devon is, and how she is such a perfect fit for you. But now? NOW? There is no way I could compete with them both. I think I have a lot to offer, but I'm just one person. I cannot compete with both of them. It shows, too. You have all but left me behind, in the dust." "Who said you had to compete?" I asked her, feeling hurt and distressed. I never thought I would have a discussion such as this with Pamela. "You've been offered an equal spot in the relationship. Kristanna, Devon, myself ... we all want you to stay here for the long haul, and be a part of our lives. We want you to be a permanent fixture." "I know about the theme of your island, Jeremy." Now, Pamela was seething. "I told you from the very beginning that I had no problem with you spending time with the other girls. I was not going to become jealous at all, even though I wanted to pursue a monogamous, one-on-one relationship with you. But come on, Jeremy! You tell me that you want to be with me ... care about me. But the next thing I know, you've got your head shoved up Devon's ass and you're following her around like a lost puppy." My eyes narrowed in displeasure at that comment as she continued, "And THEN ... oh yes ... the Norwegian princess, Kristanna, finally tells you of her true feelings - AND her fake accent, I must remind you - and all is well in the world of Jeremy. You've found your SOUL-MATE!" "I'm not quite sure what you're trying to tell me." Pamela folded her arms and glared at me. "Got a wedding date picked out yet?" "No, not yet..." "Kristanna had this whole thing planned ALL ALONG," Pamela sniped. "Her favorite girl was Devon. Kristanna fell in love with Devon from the very outset. She made sure that you fell in love with Devon too - even if it meant kicking me to the curb in the process. Then, Kristanna saw her opportunity and she pounced on it like a hungry lion. She snapped you up, Jeremy. Now instead of a wife - which is all you've ever really wanted, remember - you get to have TWO. And Kristanna gets what she wanted all along, which is to be married to you with some pussy on the side." "You make Krissy out to be all vindictive and cunning," I shot back, upset myself. "Both you and I know that isn't true, Pamela." Some pussy on the side? That was how Pamela thought Kristanna viewed Devon? Did she not realize just how much Kristanna and Devon were in love with each other? All she had to do was watch them interact for five minutes. Not only was it pure magic, but it was also true love. "The circumstances were unique, I agree, but nothing Krissy did was cold or calculated," I added, continuing to defend my fiancee. "Things just sort of happened a certain way, and we find ourselves here today. But I ... I don't ... I don't understand. You. We want YOU to be part of the relationship, Pamela. We want you to be part of our lives. I want you to be a part..." "I may sound bitter and jealous, but I'm not," Pamela told me. "I'm really not. Nor am I saying one bad word about Kristanna ... or even Devon, for that matter. You may think I am, but I am not. I have nothing against them as people. They did ... they did what they had to do ... to win your affection. It took two of them, though, to beat me out." Pamela took a deep breath and then proclaimed, "What I am ultimately saying, however, is that I do not want to be a part of the little harem that you want to develop." "Harem?" I was dumbfounded now. "HUH?" "What happened to us, Jeremy?" she reiterated. "You and I were supposed to be together. The lonely recluse who has spent two decades in hiding, and the equally lonely stripper who lost her faith in the rest of humanity long ago. We were supposed to come together, Jeremy, and make each other happy. We were supposed to pick each other up, dust each other off, and then ride off into the sunset together. We were supposed to have babies and grow old together. It was our destiny. So, what happened? Why did our relationship fail?" "It is still there if you want it, Pamela." "With Kristanna and Devon involved, too?" she huffed. "If we could work everything out and the four of us were in agreement about everything ... yes," I answered. "But it seems as if you have some sort of vendetta against Krissy and Devon. So, right now, I doubt things would work out." "I do not have a vendetta against them," Pamela insisted. "Both of them are really nice, good girls. They are real sweethearts. I just ... I don't look at them the way you do, Jeremy. They are beautiful girls and yes, I admit, there is a physical attraction for me there. I would be lying if I said there wasn't. But I have no emotional attraction toward either of them. I do not want to settle into a relationship where there is no emotional attachment. Plus, I just do not believe in the idea of three- or four-way relationships. A girl would have to be really special for me to even consider such a thing. I don't view Kristanna or Devon as special. In fact, the ONLY girl that I could myself sharing you with in a long-term relationship is Amy." "Amy?" I countered, surprised. "Yes ... Amy," Pamela confirmed. "Amy has been my friend and had my back since day one. I trust her." "You care about me, and I care about you," were my words. "Give it some time, Pamela. Give it time. It might take a few weeks, maybe a month or two, or maybe even a year. But give it some time. I think you could start to develop those feelings and emotions that you speak of, and fall in love with both Krissy and Devon. I really do." "That is just IT though, Jeremy!" the 30-year-old snapped back. "See, you DO NOT understand! I DO NOT WANT to fall in love with them. The way I look at it, Kristanna and Devon both stole the man that I love right from underneath my nose. They plucked him away and ran off like two thieves in the middle of the night!" Her face suddenly awash with an onslaught of tears, Pamela used the back of her hand to wipe some of the excess away. "Ca-Can't you see th-that?" Ever have the feeling that someone just jammed a knife straight through your heart? Not only that, but it seemed that after hearing those words, I got punched in the gut, too. I was not prepared for that. "I w-would never kick you t-to the curb," Pamela quaked, now sobbing. "I l-love you, Jeremy. I would never d-d-do anything to hurt you. B-But you ... you ... just tossed me aside like yesterday's garbage." I made a move to reach out and grasp her shoulders, but Pamela suddenly recoiled back in a violent manner and roared, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" My hands frozen in mid-air, I was in a total state of shock as I simply stared at Pamela. It was still Saturday. Amy and I had returned from the mainland (and her trip to the doctor) several hours ago, and the time was approximately 9:30pm. I came across Pamela in the central room, which was located in the underground portion of the mansion, and began talking to her. It was casual and friendly at first, but one topic led to another, and our discussion eventually morphed into where it was now. I had kept my distance from Pamela in recent days. She had done the same for me. I figured it would be best to allow her to sort through her feelings and emotions with all of the many things that had been going on as of late. I had been quite hopeful, of course, that Pamela would accept my offer of entering into a relationship with not only myself, but Kristanna and Devon as well. The absolute last thing that I wanted was for her to return to Maryland and go right back to working at the strip club. Plain and simple, it was beneath her. She was better than that. Unfortunately, however, I had the inkling that if she declined the offer - which apparently was the case - Pamela would indeed return to exotic dancing. She would go right back into that black hole, and thus, probably never find her way out. If nothing else, I had to do whatever I could to make sure that did not happen. "I freely admit that I look very bad in hooking up with first Devon and then Kristanna, and eventually both, after all of the things I told you during your first few days here," were my words for Pamela. I needed to make this speech count. "Kristanna and I ... we had some extraordinary circumstances that led us to where we are now in terms of our relationship. Kristanna has been in my life for four years. She is my best friend. I did not realize ... just how much Krissy meant to me until that night you caught me in the voyeur room, Pamela. I don't know ... maybe Krissy saved my life that night. I was so upset and distraught, but she ... she calmed me down." "I have never lied to you," I added, not allowing Pamela to get a word in quite yet. "Nor did I kick you to the curb. All of the times I told you that I care about you and want to be with you - the times that I said I love you - nothing has changed. Nothing at all. It would crush me, Pamela, if I lose you. I DO NOT want to lose you. I want you to be here with us. I want you to be happy. I want you to spend the rest of your life with us ... WITH ME." Now, Pamela appeared as if she was ready to cry yet again. "Then how come you go to bed with Kristanna and Devon every night now instead of me? Tell me that!" "Because I love Kristanna and Devon," I replied. "But certainly, that does not mean I don't love you. I do love you, Pamela. I want Kristanna in my life. I want to devote myself to her. I love Devon. I want to devote myself to her. But I would also like to have YOU in my life. If things were different, I would like for Trish to be in my life as well. Lindsay, Amy too. If things were different and all was right, I'd want all of you to stay. All of you except Camille, that is." Now Pamela was angry again. "You want a HAREM!" I shook my head at her. "No, I don't want a harem. I want to give all of you girls - you, Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - the absolute best life possible. I fully believe that all of you would be happier with me than anyone else - or anywhere else - in the whole, wide world. Why? Because I would see to it that all of you are treated the way you should be treated - as angels." "From the time I wake up in the morning until the time I go to sleep at night, my goal in life would be to see that all of you girls here are happy. This is my island, Pamela ... my home. I brought all of you here. I feel responsible for all of you. I cannot, in good conscience, feel good about some of you returning to the lives that you lead back home. Devon, Amy, yourself ... all come to mind. The three of you, specifically ... I KNOW I can make you all a million times more happy with me than without me." Pamela almost laughed at me. "Do you honestly believe that you could take care of and satisfy six women?" "I seem to be doing a pretty good job of it thus far." "Why not throw Camille in there and just make it seven?" "I don't like Camille." Pamela placed both hands on her hips and snapped, "I was under the impression that you brought all of us here to find your future wife!" "I did." "Now you want SIX wives?" I chuckled. "I fully realize that not all six of you are going to stay with me. Kristanna and Devon are going to stay. That is the plan, anyway. I have a sneaking suspicion that Trish is strongly considering the idea of asking us if she can stay on the island. How would Trish fit into things long-term, though? Would she get along with Kristanna and Devon? Lindsay is too young to even think about any sort of a commitment. She is not interested in one, either. Amy? I don't know about Amy. Amy needs to get her life in order - get herself WELL - and think about what she truly wants." "So you want FOUR wives, then? You gonna have a big wedding ceremony for you and Trish, too? Or maybe you can just have one big wedding for everyone, and walk all of the girls down the aisle and marry them one by one!" "I never said anything about marrying Trish..." "I'm sure that is what you want, though!" I chuckled yet again. "Pamela, I want what is best for you. But even more importantly than that, I want what makes YOU happy - as an individual. From everything you have told me since you came here to visit, you are not happy in life. You've been a stripper for 11 years. You want out, but there is no place to go because no job will pay you anywhere close to what you earn now. You do not want to go back to being the french fry girl at McDonald's like you were in high school. That is not a job for a smart and beautiful 30-year-old woman such as yourself. Plus, you are lonely, and you are depressed. Being a stripper has ruined your outlook on people and how they perceive you." I swung my hand out and added, "All of that is in the past now. I do not look at you as a stripper. I look at you the same way I do Kristanna and Devon - as angels. Give me a chance, and I will do everything in my power to see to it that you are happy and taken care of in life - in every facet." Pamela slumped her shoulders. "With Kristanna and Devon too? You want all of us to be a family, right? Everything you just said to me sounds wonderful, Jeremy. Everything, that is, except the fact that I would have to share you with two other women - if not more. That's not right." "What is the one thing you want more than anything else in life, Pamela? What is the one thing you have always dreamed about having? True, unconditional love. Total love. Knock-down, drag-out, break-down-the-walls type of love. You want to be loved for the person that is inside you. Not because of the way you look, or because you can dance and gyrate like no ones' business when music starts playing. You want to be loved for the person that is inside of you." "Yes, I do..." she gently murmured. "I can do that, Pamela. I DO love you. I love you for WHO you are ... not WHAT you are." "What can I give you, Pamela? I can give you all the love and compassion that you could ever handle. I would treat you the same, exact way that I treat Kristanna and Devon. You would be a princess to me. An angel. I would do whatever it took to make you happy." I paused for a brief moment and then added, "What CAN'T I give to you? What CAN'T I provide you with? I cannot give you a one-on-one relationship. Things are different now because of how Krissy and Devon have both stepped into my life. But a one-on-one relationship is it. That is the only thing that I cannot you. Everything else, though..." "But think about it, dear. Think about it. Say if we had a typical one-on-one relationship ... I wouldn't love you anymore than I do now. I would not want to be with you anymore than I do now. I could make you so happy if you just give me the chance. But Kristanna and Devon have to be included, too. More importantly, you have to care about them and they have to care about you. Everyone has to be in agreement. I'm not asking you to marry me, Pamela, or marry us. All I'm really asking for is a chance. You have two more weeks on the island. Get to know Kristanna. Get to know Devon. All of us could be really happy together. I would not say this to you if I did not think it was true." Pamela shook her head. "This is insane..." "I can't lay it out to you any simpler than this. Give us a chance, dear. Let me love you. Let me treat you the way that you DESERVE to be treated. Let me put a smile on your face, and make sure it stays there EVERY SINGLE DAY from now until the end of eternity. All of your problems would be in the past, and they'd STAY in the past." "At the very least, give it a chance. Please. Kristanna would not have any problems accepting you into our lives - provided you hold no grudge or vendetta against her, and you are willing to get to know her, and love her. Devon is about the sweetest, most easy-going girl I have ever met. She would have no problem accepting you into our lives, either. Devon is so friendly and gracious, she could probably fall in love with just about anyone. Just a chance, Pamela. Please. I want the opportunity to make you happy. Please!" "You make it sound all so nice and wonderful," Pamela offered, her body shivering as she curled both arms across her chest. "But ... but I just ... I just don't know." "What is there not to know?" "What?" Pamela retorted, her nerves wavering. "Because I still cannot get past the thought that I would only be able to spend one-third the time that a normal wife does with her husband. One-on-one time, I mean. It doesn't seem right!" "That is the one thing I cannot give you ... yes," I told her. "But I could give you everything else that you have ever dreamed of having in your life. And so much more. All of the things I have said to you in the past ... nothing has changed. I never once lied to you. I'm offering you the ultimate opportunity to change your life, Pamela, and make it better. A chance to be happy. That is all you have ever wanted in life - to be happy. I could make you happy. I am offering you the chance to be loved ... to be cherished." Island Fever Ch. 27 "This is INSANE!" "Take all the time you want to decide, dear." "Marriages are not supposed to have three or four people in them!" she exclaimed. "Relationships aren't, either!" I patted my chest and told her, "I got a lot of love in this heart of mine. I could love you, Pamela, as well as Kristanna and Devon all at the same time, and treat you all like the princesses that you are." "I'm not a princess, Jeremy," Pamela said, breaking up a bit as she shook her head. "I'm a stripper..." "You're a princess who is stuck in a bad job," I corrected her. "You know what, Pamela? You don't have to accept my offer of staying with us. I just want you to do what makes you happy. But, guess what? If you decide to return to Maryland ... you're worried about finding a job as a teacher in the future because of your current profession. You told me last week, sweetheart, that you have went to college to get your teaching degree for so many years. But you worry that no school would hire you if they learn you were once a stripper - no matter how qualified you are." "What I will do - IF you choose to go back to Maryland - is I will have a private school built in whatever town you want. I will own it, and whomever I hire to manage and operate it, I will make sure that he or she hires YOU and keeps YOU as an employee. Provided, of course, that you finish college and get your teaching degree." "That's crazy, Jeremy!" she protested. "Open up a private school just so I can teach at it? Think of the cost!" "What's crazy about it?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. "Don't worry, I can afford it. I want to see your dreams come true, Pamela - whatever you choose to do. You can stay with us on the island, as I said, or you can go home, and I will personally see to it that you become a teacher. You will not have to worry about hiding your past from potential employers. There is no way I am letting you go back to that strip club. You're going to be happy, Pamela. One way or another, you are going to be happy. I will see to it." "Oh God..." Pamela moaned, a myriad of emotions suddenly overcoming her face. I am quite certain that no man - or woman, for that matter - had ever spoken to her this way. No one ever wanted to give this much effort in making Pamela happy. I could see it in her stunned expression. "You made my dreams come true, Pamela, by taking time out of your life to spend it with me here on this island. You and all of the other girls made my dreams come true. Now, I am going to do my best to return the favor. For not only you, but everyone else, too - Krissy, Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy. And yes, even Camille. Even Camille..." I reached out and tightly grasped Pamela's left hand with my right, and looked into her tear-stained eyes. This time, she did not resist. "Remember what I said, sweetheart - whatever makes you happy. I WANT you to stay and be a part of my life. Our lives. I know, as I said, that Kristanna would welcome you with open arms. I see no reason why Devon wouldn't either - again, providing you are open to the idea of this type of relationship. We could make you so happy if you give us the chance, Pamela." "Or, if this life really, truly isn't for you, you can go back home to Maryland. But if you go home, you're going to finish your degree and you're going to become a teacher. That is what you have always dreamed of, Pamela, at least professionally. You will never need to worry about your boss digging into your background and finding out that you were once a stripper. I will be your boss, and you will have a job as a teacher for as long as you so desire." As she stood in front of me, it took all of Pamela's willpower not to totally break down and cry. I could see it in her face. She was fighting the urge to just lose it. Even so, Pamela was a wreck right now. She was an absolute train wreck. My little speech had torn and twisted her emotions in so many different ways. "Please don't blame Kristanna or Devon for anything," I quietly told her. "Neither of them ever meant to hurt you, or upset you. If you want to blame someone, Pamela, blame ME. I am the one who told you all those things at the beginning ... and did not follow through like I should have. I want to make it right, though." I let out a long, audible sigh and then murmured, "Please sweetheart, I beg of you ... allow me the opportunity to make things right. Allow me the opportunity to love you, and give you what you deserve." Defiant, Pamela shook her head. "I am very sorry, Jeremy, but I need some time to myself." And with that, the 30-year-old turned and literally ran up the staircase that led to the main floor of the estate as if she was on fire. Pamela was gone in the blink of an eye. Just then, my tablet buzzed. I had a new text message from Kristanna. "We need to talk. I'm in the voyeur room." "Oh great..." I said out loud, quickly realizing that Kristanna must have eavesdropped on my conversation with Pamela from the voyeur room and had been witness to some not-so-flattering remarks that were made about her. ------- "Yes, I did," Kristanna admitted to me, perhaps 20 minutes later, as she and I sat together in front of the control panel in the voyeur room. "I fell head-over-heels for Devvy right away. I also saw the chemistry she had with you, Jeremy. My long-term goal was for you and Devvy to get married, then I was going to ask to stay and basically be the third wheel in the relationship. So yes, Pamela is right - I had things planned out beforehand. I admit that." "What I did not have planned out," Kristanna continued, "and what totally caught me by surprise, is that suddenly I am the focal point of your life. You and I have been friends for so long, Jeremy, and I always thought you were totally incapable of looking at me as anything more than that. I thought that getting close with Devvy, while you and her build a seperate relationship of your own, was my best chance of ultimately becoming intimate and long-term with you." Frustrated, I shook my head at Kristanna and even let out a tiny growl. "Why didn't you tell me how you felt long ago? Six months ago? A year ago? Four years ago? I thought YOU looked at me as nothing more than a friend either, Krissy. It ... things could have been so much different if you and I had just been more upfront and honest with each other when we first met. We ... we could be living in Norway Krissy, and you may have even be a mother by now." The 23-year-old frowned at me, her blue eyes welling up with tears. "I ... I like to look for the good in th-things, Jeremy. If you and I hooked up long ago, ran off and got married ... neither of us would know Devvy. Pamela and Amy would not be a part of your life. Nothing we have known and experienced over the past month would have happened." Kristanna looked at her wristwatch. "It's ten o'clock on a Saturday night. Pamela would be giving a lap dance to some dirty, old man right now at the strip club. She would have a big smile and act all nice and interested toward the man only because it was her job, but you know it would be killing her inside. Amy? Amy would probably be soaking herself in the bathtub right now, trying to recover from that group of five black guys she let gang-bang her every Saturday. You said that she does not care about them and they do not care about her, right? Amy may even be crying right now if you and I got married long ago, wondering why she feels the need to subject herself to something so horrible and degrading every weekend." "But because of how things ultimately transpired, Pamela and Amy are here on the island with us," Kristanna went on. "They are safe and sound, and protected, from their normal lives. No one here looks down or disrespects on Pamela for being a stripper. Amy had a recent revolution in her life. She found someone - you - who actually took an interest in her as a person. Thanks to you, Jeremy, Amy has started treatment and medication for the health issues that she has. Without you, there would be no one to protect or guide her." "What about Devvy?" Kristanna was on a roll with her ongoing speech. I was not about to stop her just yet. "Devvy would be back in Pennsylvania right now. She would have just had a 12 or 14 hour work day, and probably just got home. But there would be nothing for her to come home to. Devvy could not even call her parents and speak to them, because they basically disowned her for something that she did at the age of 16. Devvy had no romantic interests in her life because she worked 70 to 80 hours every week. She was always tired and very lonely in Pennsylvania, Jeremy. I guarantee you that she does not feel that way nowadays." "So, I like to look at the good side of things. Devvy now finds herself with more love and compassion, and support, than she can even handle. Pamela and Amy both had an amazing, wonderful man - you - come into their lives and do amazing, wonderful things for them. Both of them." "Trish? The island has opened up a new world, and a brand new perspective, for Trish. She is learning that there can be more to life than waking up at two or three o'clock every morning so she can be at work by five. Trish is so loving and caring; she is a sucker for romance. There is so much love and romance around her on this island. I believe Trish ultimately wants in. She wants to stay and get in on some of the love and romance swirling around." "And what about Lindsay?" Kristanna mused. "I still think that you misunderstood what she said about not caring about the other girls or even you, Jeremy, but that is beside the point. If there was no island for Lindsay to come to - if you and I got married long ago as you say we should have - Lindsay's family would be getting ready to go bankrupt, and they would lose their house of 24 years. Her father died last November and had no life insurance. Her mother had so many mounting bills, and no way to pay them all off." "But Lindsay learns of the island last December and the opportunity to help her family out here. She comes here and you get wind of the dire situation her family is in, and out of the goodness of your heart, you wire her mom a huge chunk of money. Now, Lindsay's family gets all of their bills paid. They finally get caught up on their mortgage, and have plenty of money left over to spare for future bills and expenses." "I don't think you fully realize what you did for that family, Jeremy. I don't think you fully grasp it. Lindsay was going to be homeless. The bank was getting ready to take their house. Her mom had 24 years worth of memories in that house. But you saved them. Out of the goodness of your heart, you saved them and their house." "None of that would have happened if you and I were more open and honest with each other from the beginning," the Norwegian goddess proclaimed. "Devvy would still feel unappreciated at her job for all the hard work she did, and she would lead a lonely life because of it. Pamela would still be stripping. I KNOW you do not like that idea, Jeremy. Amy would still be destroying herself. Trish? Trish led a good and happy life in Toronto, but she needs more than that and this island is helping her realize it. Little Lindsay would lose everything her mother and father had built for her and her three sisters. I could see a scenario where Lindsay resorts to stripping - or even worse - if you and this island of yours never came about for her. Lindsay needed money in the worst way possible." Perhaps lost in thought for a moment, Kristanna took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm glad, Jeremy. I'm glad it took you and I four years to finally get our true feelings out there, and let them be known. Otherwise, we ... YOU, could not have touched so many lives and made them better." "You are an amazing woman," I simply told her in response. "An amazing, fabulous woman. You have always had a way, Missy Krissy, of putting things in perspective for me ... and reeling me back to the place where I need to be." I leaned forward in my chair and planted a little kiss upon the very center of her forehead. "And you are so unselfish. You are the most unselfish person I have ever met." Kristanna offered a faint smile. "Pamela said some pretty distasteful and wicked things about me. She called my Devvy a pussy on the side. She claimed that Devvy and I stole you from her like two thieves in the night. Pamela basically told you that I am a cold and vindictive, manipulating person." Kristanna shook her head and added, "I'm not going to sit here and fire back at her, Jeremy. It's not my style and, quite honestly, I understand where she is coming from with many of those comments. I do not agree with her, but I do understand where she is coming from with them. But I do agree with her on one thing, though. Pamela says that she cannot envision herself in a relationship with me. I agree. I cannot envision myself in a relationship with her, either." Sighing deeply, I hung my head low and moaned. That knife I spoke of earlier? I felt it was back, and now being jammed into my stomach. Kristanna just dropped a bomb on me. She did not want Pamela to be a part of our life. "You need to make a decision, Jeremy," Kristanna murmured, swallowing hard in her throat twice. "I know that you love me. These past eight days with you - once we both stepped forward with our true emotions and feelings - have been the best eight days of my life. But I ... I also know ... that you love Pamela. You are her savior. You are the one who was destined to rescue her from the abyss that she is in." Kristanna actually started to sob. "You need ... you need to make a d-d-decision, Jeremy. Who ... do you love more?" I could not believe my ears as she concluded, "Me or Pamela?" "Krissy, I..." "Think about it," she cut me off. "Just think about it. You ... you have a lot in co-common with Pamela, Jeremy. She is the damsel in distress, and you are the white knight. Without you in her life, Pamela may never be happy. In fact, I guarantee that she will never be happy. Without you, by the time she is 40, Pamela will be all alone and spend most of her time in quiet solitary. The bright lights of the strip club won't be on for her anymore - not at that age. Pamela will be so dulled and jaded by the time she is 40 - much worse than she is now - that she will be scared of human contact." Kristanna looked rather intently at me and asked, "Does that sound familiar at all to you, Jeremy?" "I could take Devvy to Norway," she continued. "I could take her to Norway and build a life with her. We could move right into my family's farm. I know Devvy would be happy there. Don't get me wrong - I much rather have you with us, Jeremy. But you need to consider everything, and make a good decision. You need to do what is right for you - not what is right for me or Devvy, or Pamela." "Krissy, how can you possibly..." "Maybe Amy could have a place in your life with Pamela, too," Kristanna interjected, cutting me off in mid-sentence yet again. "Talk about someone who really needs you in her life, Jeremy ... Amy. Pamela said she would be open to the idea of a three-way relationship with you and Amy. You are the perfect cure, Jeremy, for both of them. You would make both of them so incredibly happy. I know Pamela and Amy would make you happy as well, because you feel the need to protect others and do what is best for them. The three of you could have your own, little life together, while Devvy and I have our own life in Norway. That way, all five of us could be happy, and no one is left out in the cold." "You are absolutely ins..." "I do not want a year from now, or five, ten, 20 years from now, for you to have any regrets or second thoughts if you ultimately decide to marry me." Yes, Kristanna had interrupted me again. I simply could not get a full thought across to her. Thus, I folded my arms and decided to just wait. I was going to wait until she was done talking. "I do not want you to look back, Jeremy, and think that you made a mistake by not choosing Pamela as your bride. If you and I get married, I want us to be 100 percent in and totally committed to each other. I do not want there to be any hesitation or second thoughts at all. I do not want you to sit back and wonder 20 years from now ... what if." "I love you, and I have always told you that I want what is best for you," Kristanna continued. "I'm not going to sit here and say that I am better for you than Pamela. I am not going to say Devvy is better for you than Pamela, either. I know I have said that in the past, but I am not saying it now. The only person who really, truly knows who is better for you, Jeremy, is you. The decision is yours to make. I just want you to make the right decision." Kristanna was silent for five seconds. Then ten. Hold on, now! It was actually my turn to talk? "Do you want to marry me, and spend the rest of your life with me?" was my simple question. Kristanna was sobbing again. "You know I d-do, Jeremy ... YOU KNOW I DO! But I ... I also want you ... to be happy. I do not w-want you to have any ... re-re-regrets. I know how much Pamela means to you. I know how important she is to you. And I know it would crush you if you let her go!" "But I ... I do not want Pamela as a part of our future. There ... there would always be jealousy and resentment from her. You cannot change the way ... she feels, Jeremy. She simply does not like me ... or Devvy. You could try and try, and maybe we could ultimately become good friends, but there would always be that jealousy and resentment from her. With me and Devvy, that does not exist. We get along too well for any jealousy to ever develop. We are happy to share you with each other for the rest of our lives." "It just comes down to what you want," Kristanna frowned. "I cannot say it enough, but I want you to be happy, Jeremy. It is all I ever wanted. I think you would be happy with either choice, honestly. I could make you happy, and I know Pamela could make you happy, too. I guess the question is, who would make you HAPPIER? Me and Devvy? Pamela? Maybe Pamela and Amy together? That is what you have to decide. I ... I will not hold it ... against you, or h-h-hate you ... if you ch-choose Pamela over ... over ... over m-m-me. I ... I have always w-wanted you to look at me as someone..." I grasped Kristanna's shoulders with both hands and squeezed tightly, then looked her right in the eyes and did not flinch. I had heard enough. This time, it was my turn to essentially cut her off in mid-sentence. "I choose you, Krissy." My fiancee covered her mouth and nose with her right hand and let out a shrill cry in response to my declaration. The tears really started to flow from her now. "I would never NOT choose you," I added, moving my lips to her face and kissing away some of those tears. "I have known Pamela and all of the other girls for a month ... not even a month, actually. I've known you for four years." "You have always been my rock, Krissy ... MY savior. You were always there for me when I needed you most. What do I want? The answer is simple. I want to spend the rest of my life with YOU. I want to marry you, and make YOU happy." "Oh Jeremy..." Kristanna cried, tossing her arms around my neck and shoulders, and hugging fiercely. "I may care about Pamela, and I do," were my words. "I care about Devon. I care about Amy, too. But you're my center. Everything revolves around you, Krissy. Everything has to conform and fit around you. How could you ever think otherwise? I would never choose anyone over you." I ended our embrace and pulled back, just so I could look her in the eyes again. This time, Kristanna was the train wreck. "I would have never proposed to you four days ago if I wasn't 100 percent certain you were the girl for me." Island Fever Ch. 27 "Jeremy ... oh God..." Still sobbing and visibly shaken, she was close to really losing it. I smiled at her. "I have a present for you." The 23-year-old gulped her throat. "What's th-th-that?" Kristanna was such a kind and giving person; she was so unselfish and had never asked me for anything in the four years we had known each other. All she had ever done, it seemed, was give. Now, however, it was time for me to give back with a little token of the love and appreciation that I felt for her. "Do you remember that I made a promise to you when I proposed? Do you remember what that promise was?" She shook her head. "N-No..." Luckily for her, there was a box of tissues nearby. She was a train wreck now, indeed. But what about 30 seconds from now? "I had something ordered for you from a jewelry boutique in Geneva, Switzerland called Chopard. I do not know if you have ever heard of them, but it is a company that deals with the finest and most exquisite jewelry in the world." After reaching into my pocket, I extended my right hand and presented Kristanna with a small velvet box. Perhaps now realizing what may be awaiting her inside it, she was frozen. Kristanna simply stared at the box, unable to move. Thus, I removed the lid of the box for her. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed, literally jumping out of her chair and hitting the ceiling in the process. Inside the box was the most magnificent ring that money could buy. A blue diamond is one of the rarest and most precious stones that can be found on our planet. This type of diamond is so breathtaking that all other diamonds pale in comparison to it. The ring itself was made of 18 carat white gold and featured the flawless nine carat blue diamond resting atop a triangular-shaped bed of diamonds. It sparkled and shined from every conceivable angle. "I ordered this ring three days ago from the company in Geneva, and had them express ship it to a contact of mine in Peru," I quietly explained. "In my travels today with Amy, I was able to pick it up from my contact." I moved the box closer to her, wanting Kristanna to take it. "When I proposed to you four days ago, sweetheart, it wasn't planned. It was sudden, and spur of the moment. But I made a promise to you. I promised that I would make things proper by getting you an engagement ring. I was going to wait until tomorrow morning so I could give this to you in front of everyone at the breakfast table, but I changed my mind and am giving it to you now. "Let this ring be an affirmation of just how much I love you, I adore you, I admire you, I need you and I WANT you in my life." And with that, Kristanna lost control of herself. The emotions too much for her to handle, she just started bawling like a baby. Needless to say, it was music to my ears... ***End of Chapter 27*** Island Fever Ch. 28 Chapter 28: "Mademoiselle" --------------------------------------- "I don't know," Kristanna said to Devon, as the duo of sweet, lovely ladies relaxed together at the indoor pool here in the mansion. "I was just so much in love with him and he cheated on me. I don't know..." "Let me get this straight," Devon mused, lounging in the chair alongside Kristanna underneath the glassed-in portion of the roof. "This Valdemar guy from Norway cheated on you?" Devon laughed and added, "How could anyone cheat on you?" "He did," Kristanna nodded. "He cheated. But I had the best revenge on him. I heard rumors that his new girlfriend was also into other girls. So one day I cornered her, and I seduced her. Her name was Helga. She was HOT!" "I guess Valdemar caught wind of this?" "Oh yeah," Kristanna grinned. "OH YEAH. I stole his own girlfriend away from him! Helga and I dated for like three months. She liked me much more than Valdemar. But stealing her, I guess, was the beginning of the evil Kristanna." "Tell me all about the evil Kristanna," Devon snickered. "Well ... I'm a really sweet and fun-loving sort of girl," the Norwegian said. "You know that, Devvy. I'm so laid-back and easy-going, but I also have a gnarly side. If somebody messes with me, then I can get really mean. I can be really, really nasty. I think it's the Italian in me." "Italian in you?" Devon asked, curious. "My great grandmother was Italian," Kristanna answered. "Some of her genes were passed onto me, I guess." Devon giggled and surmised, "Well ... I sure hope that I never have to encounter the evil Kristanna." "No one ever wants to meet up with the E-K," Kristanna advised Devon with a toothy grin, being her usual funny and comical self. "Even just a small glimpse of the dark side, and there is no coming back from it." "I'm not sure there is such a thing as the evil Devon," the young woman from Pennsylvania proclaimed. "I have the perfect nickname for you!" "Oh? What's that?" "Double D." Devon broke out into a fit of laughter. "Double D?" "Dazzling Devon," Kristanna explained. "Oh ... that's so sweet!" "Did anyone ever cheat on you like Valdemar did to me?" "Tim did," Devon responded, pouting. "He was a guy I knew in high school - the same as you and Valdemar. But Tim was the one responsible for the most wild experience of my life. Well ... the most wild up until I came to this island a month ago. I've had plenty of wild experiences here already." "What did you and Tim do that was so wild?" Having heard this story before in the past, I reclined back in my chair within the voyeur room and smiled. I loved hearing about the one time in high school when Devon lost all of her inhibitions and really set herself loose. I also loved to eavesdrop, obviously, on my two favorite ladies... "Tim was the quarterback of the football team," she began. "I was the captain of the cheerleading squad." "A likely story..." Kristanna grinned. "Please go on." "During one game, Tim was tackled and hurt really bad by a blitzing linebacker. They had to take him out of the game and put in a replacement at quarterback. Because he was my boyfriend, I decided to go over and check on him. He was in a lot of pain, but said there was a way for me to make him feel much better. I told him I'd do anything to help him. He took my hand and guided me underneath the bleachers." "I got right down on my knees and started giving Tim a blowjob, which definitely made him feel a lot better. But things escalated from there and soon, Tim had me in the doggie-style position. It was so OUTRAGEOUS. There was a game going on right in front of me as my quarterback stud of a boyfriend FUCKED me from behind. It was so intense..." "You had sex underneath the bleachers with hundreds of fans and students directly above you?" Kristanna huffed. "Yes, but no one saw us," Devon grinned. "My parents would have freaked out even more on me if they knew about that. I am 27 now, but I'd probably STILL be grounded." Devon giggled at her own words. "I don't doubt that." "But Tim cheated on you?" Kristanna confirmed. "Yeppers," Devon nodded. "I guess it turned out okay, though. I was mad at first, but the girl he cheated on me with ... her name was Mindy. Mindy and Tim wound up getting married. Last I heard, they are very happy and still together. So at least Tim cheated on me with someone he eventually fell in love with. That's good, I guess." "I had a girlfriend cheat on me once," Kristanna admitted. "Her name was Sigrun." Devon laughed while Kristanna glared at her with narrow eyes. "Oh, I shouldn't do this!" Devon snorted. "I should not laugh at you or your people. I know names are different all over the world. But ... Sigrun? SIGRUN?" "I called her Siggy for short," Kristanna joked. "I guess when we move to Norway, people there will think our names - Jeremy and Devon - are strange." "I don't know if we'll move to Norway," Kristanna offered. "What do you mean?" "I was talking to Momma on the telephone earlier," my fiancee said. "Her and Papa know all about you and Jeremy, Devvy. I have told them everything that has happened on the island over the past month. Momma told me that she and Papa are actually looking to retire. They are both in their 60's now. I was kicking around ideas with her, but I suggested they retire to some place like Anguilla or the Bahamas. An island paradise ... you know?" "But we're thinking of moving to Norway so you could be close to your mother and father, and your older sister," Devon squealed. "Jeremy seems open to the idea now." "I really don't think that you or Jeremy would like it in Norway," Kristanna countered, reaching out and grasping her friend's right hand with her left. "There are no sparkling beaches in Norway and the weather is freezing-cold in the winter. Neither of you know the language, nor do you even like our traditional food. You would be unhappy." "But..." "No," Kristanna cut her off. "My real reason for wanting to go back to Norway was so I could be close to my family. But if my family relocates to a place such as the Bahamas, or the island of Anguilla ... perhaps that is where we could settle down, too. We cannot live in the United States because a three-way marriage is illegal there. And, thinking about the long-term, this island would not be the place to raise a family. When I get pregnant in the future, Devvy, and you get pregnant, we will want our children to grow up normal, with other children around for them to play with." "It's a good idea, really," Kristanna continued. "If I can convince my parents to give up their farm and come live with us on some tropical island - everyone would be happy. You and Jeremy would have your island fix, Devvy. Me too. The beach could be our backyard. We could send our kids to school and have them grow up without being shut in and completely sheltered. And my family - my parents, at least - could be a five or ten minute drive away for me. My sister is staying in Norway. She has three children of her own. I could never convince her to leave." "I would love to live on an island like Malta or the Bahamas, but I also want you to be happy, Krissy," Devon offered. "I am fully prepared to move to Norway. We could learn the language. You learned English, right? People always say English is the hardest language to learn in the world. Jeremy and I could learn Norwegian. You have been teaching me some Norwegian too, remember." "I am happy as long as I am with you and Jeremy," the 23-year-old proclaimed. "I will move to Afghanistan with you and Jeremy if you want me to. Iraq. Cuba. Antarctica. It doesn't matter. As long as the three of us are together, that is. But as I said, I don't think that you or Jeremy would like living in Norway. I respect that." "You need to live on a beautiful island. I know both of you LOVE it here. So do I. You want the beach, the sun ... you want a place like the waterfall to be a short walk away. It would make me happy for you and Jeremy to spend the rest of your lives someplace like this. It's not in Norway." Devon appeared somewhat flustered. She was not the only one, either. Inside the voyeur room, I felt touched that Kristanna would go to such great lengths to make us happy. I fully believed that she would sacrifice anything for me... "What did your mom think about retiring to an island like the Bahamas or Malta?" Devon asked. "Or a similar island? Jeremy has always liked Anguilla, I know. He has mentioned it several times to me, in fact." "She is for the idea," Kristanna answered. "Momma just has to talk Papa into it. But she thinks she can. I mean ... who doesn't dream about retiring to some tropical island?" "I am sure Jeremy would help your parents out if the houses wherever we choose to live are too expensive." Kristanna giggled and shook her head in response. "My parents don't need help when it comes to money. Our farm is one of the most successful and profitable that Norway has to offer. They are very well off financially." She paused and added, "If I thought you and Jeremy would be happy in Norway, I would not have suggested to Momma that her and Papa retire to an island with us. I just want you two to be happy. But I also want my parents to be close to me. I think my idea is the best for all three of us. We'd all be happy." "Oh Krissy," Devon moaned, sliding out of the chair and then embracing her girlfriend with both arms while perched upon her knees. "I want you to be happy, too. I know how much your family means to you, baby." Devon kissed Kristanna on the cheek and added, "If your parents can agree on an island with us, then yes ... that would be the best case scenario. But if they don't - and decide to stay in Norway - I am sure that I speak for Jeremy in saying that we will STILL move to Norway. You being with your family is more important to us than laying on the beach and working on our sun-tans. Believe me, baby." I smiled as Devon then took a seat on Kristanna's lap, who wrapped both arms around the shapely blonde from the side and gently held her face upon her shoulder. Next, Kristanna rubbed Devon's back and even kissed her on the forehead. "I'm the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world! I'm gonna get married to the best man and the best woman there is! No one could ever convince me differently." "No, I am the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world," Devon grinned, correcting her. "YOU are the best woman, Krissy. Not me. I am the luckiest girl." My heart then fluttered as Devon and Kristanna shared a loving embrace, followed by a series of tender kisses. I could sit here all day and just watch these two together... "I talked to Jeremy last weekend about the possibility, after the rest of the girls go home in two weeks, of us taking a month-long vacation in Norway," Devon said, which caused Kristanna's blue eyes to light up with glee. "You are not going to talk us out of this one, Krissy. You may claim that Jeremy and I don't want to live there permanently, but we are both VERY INTERESTED in taking a month's vacation in Norway. We want to see your home and meet your entire family. Not only your parents, but your sister, your nieces and nephews ... everyone. We want to see what your home life is like, and what it is all about." "You actually talked Jeremy into agreeing to go to Norway?" Kristanna seemed absolutely shocked. "I've been trying to get Jeremy to visit my country for the past four years..." "You know things are different now," Devon mused. "You and Jeremy are together and engaged. He has to go there so everyone in your family can meet him. Most of all, though, Jeremy and I both WANT to go there. We want to go there for you, baby, and see what your homeland is like and where you grew up. I think it would be really fun, and interesting." Kristanna had a huge smile across her face. "I just cannot believe that Jeremy agreed to go to Norway. You really have no idea just how hard I have tried to get him to agree to go there. I thought it would never happen." My eyes fixated upon the monitor that showcased these two lovely ladies here in the voyeur room, I nodded my head and proclaimed out loud, "We will get married in Norway." ------- In my book, two juicy pork sausage patties with a thick slice of melted cheese between them on a sesame seed bun was one of life's guilty pleasures. This food was not healthy by any stretch of the imagination, but I enjoyed it anyway. On this Sunday evening, Louisa had fixed sandwiches for everyone, along with brown beans, white rice and steak fries. I originally opted for two sandwiches, but wound up snarfing down three of them. The girls, of course, ate no more than one apiece. Kristanna and Trish did not even finish theirs. They were too health- and figure-conscious. I should point out that earlier this morning while at the breakfast table, Kristanna was literally glowing as she showed off her new engagement ring for everyone on the island to see. Made of diamonds and featuring a huge blue diamond (one of the rarest and most expensive stones on the planet) as its centerpiece, the ring was a definite sight to see. Everyone seemed genuinely happy for Kristanna and the fact that our engagement was now, at least in my book, official. The ring made it so! Many were oohing and ahhing over the ring and how it sparkled so brightly, wanting to inspect it and in some cases try it on themselves. Everyone that is, except for Pamela. Pamela sat idly by at the breakfast table, her arms folded, as she watched Kristanna bask in her moment of joy. I wanted to say something to Pamela, but did not want to cause a scene in front of all of the other ladies. Obviously, she was not pleased. Pamela probably thought that engagement ring should have been for her, and this be her glorious moment instead. It was an unfortunate set of circumstances, indeed. After being able to sleep on the events of yesterday - first my exhaustive trip to the mainland with Amy, followed by separate discussions with Pamela and then Kristanna after returning to the island, I had a clearer viewpoint on everything. Although I wanted Pamela in our lives, I could never fault Kristanna for not. It would not be right of me to try and convince Kristanna otherwise. She simply did not care all that much for Pamela, and had zero interest in building and maintaining a relationship with her. No matter how much I wanted to take care of and forever protect Pamela, I could not strong-arm her into our lives while alienating the one person who meant more to me than anyone else (Kristanna). Why would I do anything to risk that? Of course, it was not as if Pamela was ready to jump in and expand upon our three-way relationship with Devon. She was vehemently against the idea, preferring to have me all to herself. Unfortunately for Pamela, that was never going to happen. Kristanna was my focal point in life, and everything would have to fit and conform around her from now on. There were no kind words or happy smiles from Pamela as Kristanna showed off her engagement ring at the breakfast table earlier this morning. Indeed, Pamela just sat there - brewing - with that stoic expression. Trish sensed what was happening, and went over to Pamela and tried talking to her. Pamela simply shooed her off and requested to be left alone. After breakfast, Pamela left the table without a word and banished herself to the library for the next eight hours. She only came out when it was time for dinner. Needless to say, her mood had not improved at all. Again, she was mostly silent the entire way through. I was becoming really worried and anxious, knowing that I was at the forefront of all of her problems. I wished there was something that I could do for her. But what could it possibly be? And as if on cue, once dinner was concluded, Pamela got up from the table without a word and went to what I presumed was once again the library. This time, however, Trish decided to scurry after her. Perhaps there was something that she could do to brighten what had been a miserable day for Pamela? I wanted to go and try to talk to her as well, but decided that it may be best to hold off until the morning. Besides, I could tell that Pamela wanted nothing to do with me today. As usual, I told Louisa, the elderly housekeeper, that I would take care of the dishes and then informed her that she had the rest of the night off. It only took me about 20 minutes or so to wash and then dry the dishes by hand. After exiting the kitchen, however, I noticed that the big sliding glass door that led to the pool area outside was wide open. Even more curious, the swimming complex was completely lit-up as well. Considering the amount of rain we had gotten recently and the amount of debris in it, the pool was in no shape for swimming. It needed to be cleaned. "Is anyone out here?" I hollered, somewhat confused. There was no answer, and nary a soul in sight. Who would leave the door open and turn the lights on, and then just walk away? All of the girls knew better than that... "Hi Jeremy," came a familiar voice from behind me. When I turned around, I nearly had a heart attack. LINDSAY! ... DRESSED IN A ... A... SCHOOLGIRL UNIFORM! "Do you like my outfit?" Those sweet-sounding words brought me out of my temporary state of shock. A moment later, once I blinked and re-focused upon her, my jaw hit the ground. I was already drooling, my eyes taking in and devouring the sight of Lindsay in a tempting (and very naughty) schoolgirl uniform. The 18-year-old vixen looked like an absolute dream as she smiled back at me. Her long-flowing blonde hair, styled up in a pair of bushy pig-tails with the help of two ribbons, with tender bangs also draping her forehead, looked perfect. Lindsay's bright blue eyes sparkled, as did those clean, white teeth, which were accentuated even more by her glossy red lipstick. Her pristine, immaculate face was what really gave her that aura of innocence, though. Lindsay looked so wholesome and freshly scrubbed that she could easily pass for a freshman or sophomore still attending high school. Because of that, I sometimes felt that my urges and desires about her were forbidden, or wrong. The little minx wore a snug-fitting red sweater vest, with a long-sleeved white blouse on underneath. The red vest, which had striking gold buttons, was adorned with a crest near one shoulder. The vest also bulged out across her lush breasts and the collared blouse beneath. Lindsay's skirt also went along with the schoolgirl theme. It was of the red and black plaid variety, with yellow and white knife pleats running all the way around. The skirt, which was incredibly short, dangled precariously upon Lindsay's thin, golden thighs. The front panel of the saucy skirt was wrap-around, with a decorative brass pin. To complete the delightful outfit, Lindsay wore white knee-high socks with a pair of black patent leather shoes. The young woman, of course, continued to smile as I openly gawked at her. She spun around in a quick circle for me, modeling her uniform. The knife pleats of her little skirt swished and flew upward for an instant, allowing me a glance of the sexy, white stretch panties she had on underneath. "Are you gonna fuck me?" Lindsay asked, her tone of voice insistent. "Or are you just gonna stare at me like a fool?" My body overcome with unspeakable lust, I gulped my throat and quietly answered, "Yes baby ... I will have sex with you." Just like that - at least temporarily - my thoughts and worries concerning Pamela were gone. A fun, little encounter like this with Lindsay would be the perfect cure for me. It would give a necessary, albeit short-lived diversion to the mounting issues that I would soon to have to deal with. Island Fever Ch. 28 "Good!" Lindsay chirped, grinning. "You know the rules though, Jeremy. We've played dress-up before. My uniform stays ON. You have to fuck me in my schoolgirl uniform." Oh. My. God. "I ... I don't ha-have a problem with that, h-honey." I gawked at her yet again, my eyes devouring her whole. "Where did ... where did you get that outfit, honey? You ... there is no way you brought that to the island with you." "I bought it when you took us to Lima a week or two ago," she beamed, before blushing. "I snuck into a sex shop with Amy while no one was looking, and we bought some things." "Oh?" Lindsay tilted her head in a curious manner, her eyes now fixated upon the tremendous bulge within my trousers. "You look sort of uncomfortable, Jeremy," she offered, her lips forming a tiny pout. "Do you feel uncomfortable?" "I bet you could make me feel a lot better." "I KNOW I could make you feel better," she giggled. "A LOT better!" Lindsay stepped forward, her eyes scanning the entire poolside area. Before she closed the short distance between us, however, Lindsay grabbed a thick cushion from a nearby lounge chair. "I don't want my knees to hurt," she squealed, pointing toward the rock-solid concrete beneath us, just before dropping the cushion at our feet. As Lindsay was about to assume the position so she could orally service my aching shaft, I took her into my arms and kissed her with great abandon. I drove my tongue far and deep into Lindsay's sweet, velvety mouth, my hands gripping and squeezing her tight, little ass through her plaid skirt. She seemed to sag against me for a brief moment, but then collected her strength and kissed me with equal passion. Lindsay's lithe body felt truly incredible pressed so hard upon mine, one of her legs now curled around my right knee. "Do you like molesting young schoolgirls?" Lindsay asked me in a naughty tone once our searing kiss was broken. Her breathing labored, the 18-year-old re-focused upon me and coyly added, "I'm just an innocent, little girl, Jeremy..." "You're FAR from innocent," I told her, my voice strong. Her words, however, were having the proper effect on me. Lindsay's taunts were causing me to become very aroused. "How many times have you seduced your teachers in that uniform? How about the school principal?" Realizing that I was suddenly role-playing with her, Lindsay gazed downward in a shy manner and twirled one of her black patent shoes along the ground. "I've fucked a couple of teachers in my life. But I only did it because I needed better grades! I'm really a GOOD GIRL, Jeremy!" We were obviously role-playing, as I ranked as the only man Lindsay had ever had sex with. She came to the island last month as a virgin, and I was the one (along with help from Trish, remember) who deflowered her pussy. In the time since then, Lindsay had been with all six of her female counterparts here on the island in sexual situations, but I still remained the only man. I was certain that would change once she returned to Cincinnati in a mere two weeks. Nonetheless, this role-playing game between us was quite arousing. I could imagine Lindsay in her little uniform, seducing a teacher in order to receive better grades... "You're not a good girl," I told her, my insides raging. "You're a very naughty girl ... a naughty SCHOOLgirl." Lindsay appeared distressed as she looked up at me. "Are you going to give me a spanking?" Smiling, I asked, "Do you want me to?" "Well..." she said, using her most innocent expression, "I probably do deserve a spanking..." I glanced around in all directions before deciding on the best location to administer some discipline. "Over here," I said, latching onto her wrist and leading her to the big diving board. I took a seat on its inner edge, with solid ground still beneath me, and motioned for Lindsay to lay down across my lap. Still wanting to play, she pouted. "But I really AM a good girl! I only let those teachers fuck me because I didn't want to fail their classes." "That's not what I heard," I responded, grinning. "I heard that even after the teachers agreed to give you those grades, you STILL wanted to have sex with them. And I also heard that one of those teachers was a woman." "So?" the blonde retorted. "She fucked me better than any of the guy teachers." Lindsay offered a curious glare and added, "If only the other students knew that Miss Snow had that big strap-on hid in her classroom desk..." As I sat upon the diving board, Lindsay settled down over my lap and stretched herself out. After caressing the soft fabric of her plaid skirt for several seconds, I lifted its hem and leered at the sight of Lindsay's precious, tight ass all nice and snugly encased in those little, white panties. "Bad girls deserve to be spanked," I taunted her, still role-playing. "You are a VERY bad girl, Lindsay." Hey ... maybe I wasn't role-playing anymore. Those last two quotes from me were not exaggerated. Lindsay was naughty, indeed. And naughty girls needed to be spanked. "But I'm a good girl..." No longer feeling the urge to play, I told her, "You are not a good girl, missy. You come out here tonight wearing your little schoolgirl uniform because you want me to have sex with you. You know that the more excited I am - and that uniform excites me - the rougher I'll be with you. We all know that you like your sex to be rough." "Yes!" she squealed, full of anticipation. I ran my hand along her smooth, tight ass, which was still encased in the white panties. An instant later, I raised my hand and then harshly smacked it down Lindsay's upturned ass. "Hmmmmm..." she moaned in response, her young body already squirming and writhing about upon my lap. "So good..." "You like that, honey?" I teased her, my hand resting and luxuriating in the warm, soft feel of her ass. "Hmmmmm ... yes," she purred. "Spank me some more." After tucking the hem of Lindsay's plaid skirt into its waistband, I offered her ass yet another swat. This time, it was a lot harsher and more forceful than the first one. The ensuing swats, in fact, each increased in intensity. Although she yelped and squealed with each slap, Lindsay displayed no discomfort at all. She simply looked straight ahead and took all of the punishment that I could give her. This was nothing compared to what Amy had done to her in the past when they played their bondage games together. The cruel smacks eventually lessened, however, and soon I was pelting that flawless ass in a rather playful manner. Finally, I placed my hand upon Lindsay's backside and held it there for several seconds. I slid a pair of fingers beneath her panties, and massaged her little clitoris with them. "Hmmmmm..." Lindsay moaned, slithering about until she was seated upon my trusting lap. Her right hand moved downward and grasped the big bulge within my trousers as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to mine for a ferocious, heat-seeking missile of a kiss. I slid one arm around her precious body and held her close, enjoying the feel of her luscious breasts squished all nice and snug upon my chest. Our tongue-filled kiss continued for several seconds and once it was finally over, I was in a daze. I had one hand underneath Lindsay's plaid skirt, caressing that tender ass through her panties. The other hand was between us, eagerly squeezing and groping away upon her breasts. "Why don't you give me that blowjob now?" I suggested, though it sounded like more of a command than anything else. Lindsay flashed me that billion-dollar smile of hers, then stood up and retrieved the lounge cushion from earlier. After dropping the cushion at her feet, Lindsay slowly knelt down before me as I sat at the base of the diving board. Lindsay kept her eyes trained upon me as she unsnapped my trousers and yanked them downward. She reached into my briefs with her right hand and then pulled my throbbing cock out. Her gaze never left my face as, smiling, she busily pumped and frigged the length of my shaft with her hand. "Do you want me to put it into my mouth?" she asked. "Yes, dear ... I do." "But I'm just a little girl!" she countered in an innocent tone, reverting back to the naughty role-playing game. The 18-year-old flipped one of her bushy pig-tails with her left hand and curled her lower lip. "What if my mom found out?" I laughed at her and answered, "She could join us." "JEREMY!" Lindsay scolded, smacking my side with an open hand. She then laughed and added, "Don't talk about my mom like that! That's ... that's ... NASTY!" "I know that you have three sisters," I told her, still being playful. "One of them looks exactly like you, right? That's what you said ... and she is 16?" "Yes," Lindsay nodded. "Alison." "Maybe I could invite Alison to the island in a couple of years when she is of legal age?" I teased. Lindsay slapped my side again. "Jeremy! Alison is not bi! She is not that type of girl! She is not like me!" "Alison is not a slut?" I received a third smack courtesy of those naughty words. Lindsay, however, knew that I was only playing with her. She giggled and offered, "It's time I give you that blowjob." Grasping my cock with her right hand, Lindsay took its bulging length into her mouth and sealed her lips tightly around it. She swallowed all of it, then kept her tongue upon its rigid underside as she slowly but surely withdrew everything but its tip from her velvety mouth. Not long after Lindsay began to bob her head up-and-down over my pulsating shaft, she decided to use more force and quickly increased her speed. Her blonde pig-tails swinging forward and back in perfect rhythm with her head-bobs, this naughty, young thing continued to stare up at me. I returned her glare with one of my own, and was about to go out of my mind with lustful insanity. That angelic face, the bright red lipstick and oh ... her schoolgirl uniform. It gave Lindsay such an innocent facade. But as she had proven time and time again, Lindsay was anything but innocent. She was a wild, untamed animal who could not be satisfied. "Do you like this, Jeremy?" she asked, withdrawing my cock from her mouth and stroking it in the open air. She offered my testicles a loving swipe with her tongue and giggled. "I think you know how much I like this..." "You know I like it, sweetheart," were my words. "You are right, honey. You are a good girl ... a very good girl. What makes you so good, though, is the fact that you're so bad." Lindsay giggled once again, her hand continuing to pump away upon my erection. I moaned in response, stretching my legs outward. Lindsay frigged my cock; at times gentle, at times rough. The sudden contrast - really from squeeze to squeeze - only increased my already maddening pleasure. Her right hand, which did the pumping, soon got some assistance from her left. She used that hand to cup and lift my testicles. The move sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout my entire body - right down to my core. I could do nothing but toss my head back and sigh in pure arousal. Lindsay giggled as her mouth descended upon my erection. She reached out with her tongue and swiped away at its tip, then pulled away slightly. Still using both hands, Lindsay then puckered her lips together and blew a stream of hot air directly onto the head of my bulging cock. The little vixen opened her mouth and engulfed my shaft with one swift movement. Her nose nestled against my pubic hair, Lindsay moaned as she held still for a couple of seconds. She was truly enjoying this. Lindsay cupped my testicles with both hands and then began to bob her head up-and-down over my member. Her lips sealed tight upon my cock, Lindsay used short, quick strokes as she labored away on me. This was heavenly! Her eyes again locked with mine, Lindsay began to twirl her tongue around my cock within her mouth. She kept eye contact even as her head continued its up-and-down motion. The young woman rolled my testicles between her slender fingers as she slowed down significantly, using an easy and languid head-stroke now. With my shaft firmly embedded in her mouth, Lindsay bobbed her head up-and-down at a gentle, but erotic pace. I was becoming lost in the sensations... With a forearm, the young woman brushed her long blonde hair away from her face and then continued to pay homage to my deserving erection. Lindsay had changed her motion yet again. Now, it was wild - and very furious. Growls of hunger began to emanate from deep within the nymphomaniac's throat. Once my body stiffened and I let out a growl, Lindsay obviously knew what was next. She quickly grasped the base of my shaft with both hands and squeezed firmly, then sealed her lips around its thick head. I soon spurted a nice helping of hot sperm into Lindsay's hungry mouth and throat. Once she withdrew my cock from her mouth, another gob of man-cream splattered all across her darling face and forehead. Moaning wildly, I managed one more blast - this one for her wide-open mouth. "Oh my God..." I sighed in the aftermath as Lindsay took my deflated cock into her mouth and sucked on it gently. Streaks of cum across her face, Lindsay made eye contact with me once again and then offered a loving smile. After several seconds, Lindsay giggled as she pulled my shaft out from within her mouth, then slowly stood up. She grinned at me, then glanced down at my now-deflated member. "Oh?" she said to me, her voice teasing. "Did I already wear you out?" After not getting a response, Lindsay grinned at me yet again. "Well ... when you are ready ... I'll be ready." She paused, then said in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I think I need an ass fucking." I moaned as my cock immediately began to stir. I watched with wide eyes as Lindsay turned her back and strolled over to a nearby lounge table. While walking, that sweet, adorable ass of hers swished from side-to-side in a most lustful manner. The mere sight was enough to drive any normal man insane. Add to that she still had that plaid skirt on, and the level of arousal was increased ten-fold. A moment later, Lindsay returned and quickly noticed that my cock was in the process of getting hard once again. She grinned at me, then turned around and got onto her hands and knees - directly upon the diving board. She flipped her schoolgirl skirt up, fully exposing her panties again, and looked over her shoulder at me with a passionate glare. "I've never been fucked on a diving board before," she told me. "I would like to try." Lindsay paused and added, "Don't worry, it is big and wide enough for both of us." I smiled and shook my head, then climbed up onto the board. My shaft got one final jolt of sexual energy as I looked downward and saw Lindsay - spread on all fours - peel her panties off. Now, my cock was at full strength. After dropping to my knees directly behind her, I grasped Lindsay's taut, little ass with both hands and squeezed it roughly. I again tucked the hem of her plaid skirt into its waistband, then relished the feel of her perfectly-shaped ass one more time. My body jerked in undeniable arousal as Lindsay pumped her hips backward - upon my cock. It was quite obvious what she wanted from me. I decided to grant her non-verbal request as I pressed my stiff cock against her tiny, puckered anus. Wanting to go slow for now, I fisted my erection and started to slowly nudge it into her tight rectum. "YESSSSS!" Lindsay moaned, clearly enjoying the feel of my throbbing erection as it invaded her bowels. "YES! FUCK MY ASS! FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!" I continued nudging myself further and further into her. Soon, I had completely immersed the full length of my cock into her sweet ass. I cannot even begin to describe the feeling as my testicles were firmly pressed against her ass. Let me just say that I was delirious with passion. "FUUUUUCK YESSSSS!" Lindsay screamed once I began with a gentle thrusting motion. She was loving this. Being very vocal and loud during anal sex was her own personal way of saying that she was enjoying this. I momentarily latched my hands back onto Lindsay's ass and steadily increased the speed of my thrusts. Each deep and powerful stroke I gave her was a bit harder and faster than the one that preceded it. I continued to increase the tempo of each thrust for about 60 seconds - until my body was blasting away at her at warp-speed. With the side of her comely face upon the diving board, Lindsay continued to cry and wail out as I pounded her from behind. At the same time, though, she had her right hand nestled between her thighs. As I hammered away at her in the doggie-style position, Lindsay fingered her own pussy! Quickly becoming lost in a sea of wild lust, I soon forgot that I was pounding this beautiful enchantress in the ass. My mind was elsewhere; somewhere in the clouds ... Nonetheless, my body continued to pump and thrust away at her. It was basically relying on sexual instinct. "MY ASS, JEREMY!" Lindsay screamed, bringing me back to reality. "JEREMY, MY ASS! MY ASSSSS! ASSSSS!" Now sensing that an orgasm was quickly brewing inside of me, I squeezed Lindsay's hips even tighter. I then growled while pumping myself in-and-out of her as fast as possible. Feeling the inner explosion about to occur, I soon grunted and then shoved my cock into Lindsay's anus one final time. I reached forward and grabbed her blonde pig-tails with both hands. Holding them out like bicycle handlebars, I screamed as my shaft then went off deep within her bowels, filling her rectum with a heavy, massive helping of sperm. When the spasms eventually started to settle down, I kept my shaft buried deep inside of her rectum. My hands returned to her ass and I massaged and groped it thoroughly. I wanted this moment to last, but knew it wouldn't. "Oh Jeremy..." Lindsay soon quivered in a soft tone. "Oh, Jeremy ... That was ... that was ... fucking FANTASTIC. You ... you can do me ... in the ass ... whenever you want from now on!" I sighed once I eventually popped myself out of her anus. I then fell backward - into a seated position upon the diving board. Lindsay, meanwhile, continued to shake and quiver about upon the hard surface. She looked incredibly naughty, still wearing her schoolgirl vest and collared blouse, with her plaid skirt hiked up to her waist. I reached forward with my right hand and patted Lindsay's backside, which was still vibrating in sweet aftermath. "You are what is fantastic, honey..." ***End of Chapter 28*** Island Fever Ch. 29 Chapter 29: "Discharge" ---------- "Pamela?" I said after literally stumbling across the 30-year-old beauty in the elegant theater room on this warm and overcast Monday afternoon. Nestled side-ways upon a chair with her legs curled over the right armrest, Pamela appeared to be totally despondent and lifeless. "Pamela? What are you doing in here? Is everything okay?" After several seconds of silence, Pamela took a deep breath and finally glared up at me. She certainly did not seem all too cheerful or happy. "Does this room have any sort of special significance for you, Jeremy?" "The movie room?" "About two weeks ago," Pamela reminded me, apparently trying to hold back an onslaught of tears. "A mere two weeks ago, Jeremy. Do you remember what happened here?" I nodded my head at her. "We had that incredible talk here in the movie room." "A talk that lasted for six hours," Pamela sniped in a bitter, hurt voice. "It was the best night of my life because, for the first time in a very long time, I felt like an actual human being. I wasn't an object that night like I am used to being at the strip club where I work." Pamela shook her head at me. "You made me feel special, Jeremy. You made me feel important. You ... you ... you said that you ... that you love me." "Nothing has changed," I told her. "You are still a very special person. An important person. I do not care what your job is, or how many people you were forced to put yourself on display in front of in order to get along and survive in life. It does not define you as a person, or make you a bad person. And no matter what happens, I still care about you, Pamela. I always will." She shook her head at me once again. "You don't care about me, Jeremy. You never did..." I offered her a quizzical expression. "What? Why? How can you say that to me, Pamela? How?" "Because it's the truth!" she spat out, curling both arms around her front as if she was shivering. "What do you mean?" "If you loved me, Jeremy, and really cared for me, you would not have been engaged to Kristanna just one week after that long, amazing talk we had here in the movie room! I have NEVER sat and talked with anyone like I did with you that night! I walked away from our discussion thinking to myself, this is actually the man I am going to marry. Then at the breakfast table yesterday morning, you allow Kristanna to flaunt and flash her engagement ring at everyone and even call her your perfect woman. You were feeding me that same line of BULLSHIT two weeks ago!" I could not believe that Pamela was screaming at me in such a manner. This warm-hearted and very cerebral woman - who rarely let her emotions show - was giving me an earful. The more I thought about it, though, the more I felt as if I deserved this kind of verbal beat-down. Pamela was right. But I had some legitimate reasons for my recent actions. Instead of raising my voice at her in return and making this a full-blown argument, I sighed and spoke in a peaceful tone, "I'm sorry, Pamela. I apologize. I know that all of the things that have happened in the past nine days between Kristanna and myself has ultimately come back to hurt you." "Why did you lie to me? I thought you were honest! I THOUGHT YOU WERE HONEST, JEREMY! You said all those nice things to me ... it was a lie! ALL OF IT WAS A LIE!" "I did not lie to you, Pamela. I would never do that." "YES YOU DID!" "No I didn't..." "YES YOU DID!" "NO, I didn't..." "I want to go home!" Pamela suddenly declared, which caught me completely off-guard. "What?" "I want to go home!" she reiterated. "I've thought about it, and made up my mind. I am going to pack up my suitcases and I want you get me a one-way ticket back to the U.S." I was stunned. "Why ... why do you want to go h-h-home?" "Because there is no place for me on this island any more!" Pamela hissed. "I am SICK AND TIRED of you, Jeremy, and I am sick and tired of this Godforsaken island! All the other girls do any more is gossip and talk about me behind my back. I cannot go anywhere without hearing the whispers and the snickers! Oh look there's Pamela, she got kicked to the curb by Jeremy. Hey it's Jeremy and Kristanna hugging and kissing in the corner, let's look over at Pamela to see what type of reaction she has to it." Pamela flailed her arm outward in an extreme fit of anger. "I'M DONE WITH IT! Absolutely done! It is no longer fun for me here, and I just want to go home. Now!" "Pamela, please ... let me..." "I want to go home!" she repeated, cutting me off in the middle of my sentence. "That was part of the deal, Jeremy! You promised all of us before we agreed to come to the island that if, no matter the reason, we wanted to go home early, we could at any time we so desired." Pamela nodded her head and surmised, "I'm exercising my out clause. If you cannot get me on a flight out of Lima today or tonight, I want one first thing in the morning. Make it happen!" "Can we just..." "You promised us, Jeremy!" Pamela interjected once again. "You promised we could go home at any time, for any reason! Or is this another promise that you're going to break?" Okay. That comment made me angry. But I was able to hold it in. There was no point in arguing back-and-forth. Anything I once had with Pamela was obviously gone, and she was well past the boiling point with her perception of me. If she wanted to leave, I had no right to stand in her way. "Very well," I simply told her. "Go to your room and get all of your belongings. I will call for the helicopter to come and pick you up. If I cannot get you on a flight today, you'll spend the night at the airport hotel in Lima and you'll be off first thing in the morning." Did I just say that? Did I really just agree to let this woman, who I cared about so very much, go home and seemingly exit my life forever? Pamela sprung out of her chair here within the movie room as if she had been shot from a cannon. "Good. Looks like I got some packing to do, then." She turned and literally hopped and skipped her way to the exit of the theater. "I will also see to it that you get your money." She stopped, then turned and looked back at me. "Money? What money are you talking about?" "You were guaranteed $100,000 for coming to the island and spending six weeks of your life here," I reminded her. "And there was supposed to be one of the girls who got $500,000. Even though you are leaving early, I will still pay you the full amount. I think you deserve it, Pamela." She shook her head. "I don't want your money." "What?" I narrowed my gaze at her. "Why?" "I don't want your money!" she exclaimed. "You think paying me off is gonna put an ease to all the pain and suffering I have been through since you shacked up with Kristanna, and all but forgot about me?" "I ... I'm not trying to PAY you off," I countered. "It is your money, Pamela. You are entitled to it. You earned it." "I don't want your money!" she insisted. "You can take the $100,000 and shove it clear up your ass!" "Pamela..." "Not only do I NOT want your money, but I do not want your pity, either! You can build that private school you spoke of in my hometown, Jeremy. Go ahead and build it if you want. Spend millions of dollars on it. But I won't be teaching at it. I want there to be nothing in my life from this point forward that reminds me of YOU or this FUCKING ISLAND! I want to erase these four weeks from my memory completely!" Now, I was visibly upset. "What are you going to do? You going back to the strip club?" She nodded her head and shot me quite the evil, sadistic eye. "At least at the strip club, I know where I stand." Stunned and speechless, I just stood there. "I'm going home!" Pamela burst out into song, turning and prancing about as she exited the movie room. "I'm going home! I'm getting out of this Hell-hole and I'm going home! No more lying men! No more back-stabbing skanks with fake accents! I'm packing up my things and I am going home!" -- It did not take long for the island to be buzzing with the news that Pamela wanted out. I tried to think of a plan where I could get Pamela to change her mind and ultimately stay, but I knew in reality that there was nothing that could possibly be done. This whole thing with her was a lost cause, unfortunately. We were so incredibly past the point of no return that Pamela going home early was the only option that really made any logical sense. It was sad, but true. She was obviously miserable here, and there was no way to fix that. Kristanna and I had offered Pamela a place in our lives, but she was so focused and intent on the idea of a one-on-one relationship with me that it was the only scenario she would truly accept. Unfortunately for Pamela, that was not going to happen. I was not leaving Kristanna for her. I was in love with Pamela and cared for her with all of my heart, but those emotions simply did not even begin to compare with how strongly I felt about Kristanna. It was that simple. I knew that Pamela was in a horrible state right now, but there really was nothing I could do to help. I was not going to jeopardize what I had with Kristanna - as well as Devon - in order to make things right with Pamela. I simply wished that Pamela was more open and receptive to the idea of a group relationship. Was she really going to be happier returning to the strip club in Maryland? How could that be better than surrounding herself with three people who would love and care for her, and see to her every whim? Would dancing and degrading herself in front of total strangers for really be better than what was offered here? Alas, I suppose the question was meaningless. Pamela wanted to go home. I had no choice but to grant her request. I was not going to force her to stay here against her will. I called Kevin, my friend who owned the helicopter, and told him that I would be requiring his services again. Kevin agreed to be here in two hours. He would fly Pamela to the mainland, then make certain that she found her way to the airport hotel in Lima. She would stay the night, then be on the 6:45am flight to Miami in the morning. A connector flight to Baltimore would be awaiting her there. "Hi Jeremy." Seated at one of the computers in the study room as I finalized Pamela's travel package via the Internet, that voice made me look up toward its source. Oh great, I said inwardly. Of all people on the island, this was the one that I cared to see the least right now. She did not like me, and it had gotten to the point where I did not like her. I was too upset and frazzled to really deal with her now. "Hello Camille." "I want to go home, too." I looked at her. "Huh?" "You volunteered to give Pamela her money and let her go home," Camille said. "It's not fair you do that, you know, and expect the rest of us to stay here the full six weeks. I want to go home too, and I want you to pay me my money." "Why do you want to go home, too?" "Does it matter?" she retorted. "I already know you won't give me the $500,000 prize. That's easy, because I know it's going to one of your little squeeze toys - Lindsay or Amy." My eyes narrowed at that comment as she pressed on, "You can give me $100,000, and I be happy with it." Camille motioned toward the computer. "Come on, Jeremy. Be fair. You offered to do it for Pamela. Don't play favorites, though I know you love doing it. Get on there and get me a plane ticket to San Diego or Los Angeles. I can have all of my stuff packed within an hour. You can even put me on the same helicopter with Pamela." "Fine," I told her, angry. I did not want to deal with this now. I did not want to deal with any of it. Nor did I honestly care if Camille wanted to go back to San Diego. "I'll have $100,000 wired to your bank account by the end of the day. But may I ask why you want to leave?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes." "Are you sure? Do you REALLY want to know?" "Yes..." Camille shrugged her shoulders and answered, "Because you are a filthy, rotten, disgusting, chauvinistic pig of a man." My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Excuse me?" "You lead Pamela on, and break her heart. You play favorites. Amy will suck your cock and let you tie her up, so you take her to Lima for a full day of shopping and sight-seeing while the rest of us are left behind here twiddling our thumbs. Lindsay will play dress up for you and act all coy and innocent, and interested in you, but all she really wants is the $500,000. Do I have to suck your cock for you to notice me, and do something nice for me too?" Camille nodded her head. "I want nothing to do with you, Jeremy. I'm not going to stoop to the level of Lindsay or Amy to win favors from you. Pamela went to that level too, but look where it got her. I don't want to be a part of your perverted, little sex fantasy on this island any more." Camille flashed me a bright, dazzling smile and mused, "I hope that when you die, you burn and rot in Hell for the rest of eternity." She turned and pointed toward the exit way of the study room. "I'm going to pack my things now. Get me my airline ticket and the money you owe me. After that, you can go and fuck yourself for all I care." Once Camille left, I must have stood there, frozen, for a good 15 or 20 seconds. Things were boiling up inside of me - and fast. Then all of a sudden, I snapped. I grabbed a hold of the computer monitor and with a strong heave, I tossed it against the far wall in a fit of absolute rage. Not only did it damage the wall, but the monitor was shattered and broken, and electrical sparks were shooting out of it. I needed to get out of here. -- It was not all that often when I skipped dinner, but with the utter catastrophe which took place earlier, I was in no mood to eat. In fact, I felt downright suicidal. Pamela wanting out was bad enough, but the words that Camille said to me afterward were absolutely crushing. Never before in my life had someone been so vile and hateful toward me. Instead of being in the dining room with the others at our customary dinner time of 7:00pm, I found myself all alone in the quaint, three-bedroom guest cottage which was totally separate from the mansion. Feeling worthless and defeated, I had been lounging on a leather floor comforter for the better part of the past four hours. This was my new refuge. Here, I figured, no one could hurt me. Despite my rage earlier, when I destroyed the computer monitor, I was able to put a travel itinerary together for Camille so I could get her out of my life for good. Trish volunteered to drive Pamela and Camille to the heli-pad in the Jeep, and I allowed her to do just that. Yes, Pamela and Camille were no longer on the island. They were most likely relaxing in a Lima hotel room at this very moment, each awaiting separate flights back to the United States. Just like that - POOF - Pamela was gone and out of my life seemingly forever. She no longer wanted to be here, and it was not my place - or my right - to force her to stay. I did not want anyone to be here if they were not happy. I tried my best since day one to be a courteous and gracious host for all of the ladies. Camille and I got off on the wrong foot somehow - why, I do not know - and we had never recovered from it. She and I had never really sat down and had a good, long discussion. I was interested in her as a person, and wanted to know more, but I always got the sense that the feeling was not mutual. It was common knowledge that Camille hated all men. She probably condemned me from the start simply because of my gender. But I had tried to be nice to her. I gave up a few days ago, though, when it was apparent that I was getting nowhere with the continued effort. But at least I tried. It was okay, really. It got to the point where I disliked her, too. I did not care for her one bit. Camille wanted me to burn and rot in Hell for the rest of eternity? Wow. I was incapable of saying such a thing to even my most hated adversary. Not only did Camille say that to me, though, but she did it with a smile on her face. It made her happy to vocally wish such a horrible demise on me. Keep in mind that this was merely seconds after I agreed to let her go home and give her the full $100,000 payment. How could she have said something so despicable to me? Most troubling of all, however, was that Pamela was apparently going right back to her job as an exotic dancer at the strip club in Maryland. What hurt me most was not what Camille had said, or that Pamela was leaving, but it was the fact that she was returning to her old job. Out of all possible conclusions, that was what I wanted least. Pamela would never climb out of that so-called abyss now. Not only did Pamela refuse her $100,000 pay-out, but she was not going to accept my offer of becoming a schoolteacher at a private institute that I was willing to finance and have built in her hometown. Pamela had always wanted to be a teacher and was close to getting a degree, but was fearful that her years as a stripper would preclude her from getting the job and career that she ultimately wanted. That would not be an issue at the private school I was going to have built, though. I would be the boss, per se, and my plan was for Pamela to have a safe and secure teaching job there. But now? Pamela was so angry and disgusted with me - and perhaps more specifically the way things transpired on the island - that she would not even accept my assistance as it pertained to her future and career. Pamela rather go back to the strip club - a place which she hated, mind you - than allow me to help her achieve her career goal. Indeed, it had been a horrible day. I felt miserable. I simply wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Resting upon the large floor comforter, I became alert and sat up when I heard the front door open behind me. No one was supposed to know that I was hiding in the guest cottage. I had even deactivated the surveillance system so Kristanna and Devon could not find my whereabouts with the voyeur room. I just wanted to be left alone. But somehow, Trish had come upon me and found my so-called refuge. The 30-year-old from Toronto stepped inside, and moved toward me. "Hey," she simply greeted, waving her left hand. I looked at her, but did not offer a response. Trish took the initiative by sitting down beside me on the floor and then gently patting my knee. "You okay, Jeremy?" "What do you think?" I asked, my voice hollow. Trish frowned momentarily, but then titled her head and offered me a curious, thoughtful look. "I remember not too long ago, Lindsay dumped me. She just flat-out dumped me. I was in the recreation room and when Lindsay left after telling me the bad news, I was all upset, all crying." Trish hesitated, then smiled faintly. "I also remember you showing up, Jeremy - seemingly out of nowhere - and doing your best to cheer me up and be a good friend when I needed it most. It worked. You did a great job that day." Trish then grasped my left hand with her right and squeezed firmly. "Now it is my chance to return the favor, and cheer you up. Do you know, Jeremy, that Kristanna is worried sick about you? She has no idea where you are. Have you been here hiding away all day?" "Yeah." "Sometimes it's good to hide from others when you're upset," Trish nodded. "Other times, it's not. Kristanna is really worried about you, Jeremy. I mean, REALLY worried. You should try and find her as soon as possible." "She'll find me soon enough," was my listless response. "Or I will find her." "I heard about some of the nasty stuff that Camille said to you," Trish pouted. "Want to talk about it?" "What do you think of me as a person?" was my question for Trish. I do not know where it came from, or why I had asked it. Perhaps I just needed some positive reinforcement? Island Fever Ch. 29 "Do you really want to know?" Hmmmmm. That was the exact, same thing Camille said to me before turning all nuclear and dropping those bombs on me earlier today. Could I get a similar response from Trish? At this point, in my current frame of mind, I would not have been surprised one bit. "I think you are an amazing and wonderfully kind, gracious person," Trish answered. "You are the nicest and most caring man I have ever met in my whole, entire life, Jeremy. And if it wasn't for Kristanna and, to a lesser extent Devon and Pamela when she was still here, I wish I set my sights on you instead of Lindsay from the very beginning. Who knows? I could be the one with the big engagement ring now." "Is that what you want?" "No," Trish assured me. "I don't want that at all. You are with Kristanna now. You are also with Devon. I would never interfere or try to cause any problems between the three of you. You know that, right? Plus, remember that no one is happier that you and Kristanna are actually together than I am. I told you from the very outset that the two of you make a great couple. You and Kristanna belong together." The Canadian took a deep breath and sighed. "But you like me being honest, Jeremy. You tell me to be honest with you. So ... that was honest. I wish I looked at you a month ago the same way I look at you now. I wish I invested the effort into you instead of Lindsay, although I know that you and Kristanna would have still ultimately wound up together. No matter what, she would still have the engagement ring." Trish shrugged her shoulders and concluded, "But maybe I could have had a bigger role in your life." "You don't think I'm pathetic and should burn in Hell for the rest of eternity?" Trish giggled slightly, then shook her head and insisted, "Fuck Camille, Jeremy. FUCK her. Just FUCK her. Camille had something bad to say about everyone on the island. She is a very mean and angry woman; there is no reason to lose sleep or fret over anything that bitch said to you. I, for one, am glad that Camille is gone. I know for a fact that she said many bad things about me behind my own back. No one on the island is sad to see her go." "Camille did have an opinion on everyone," I sighed. "I just can't believe you still paid her." I shrugged my shoulders. "It was a drop in the bucket to me. I agreed to pay her. I just don't want any trouble. The money is worth it as long as I never have to see her again." "I understand why Pamela left, but I do not agree with much of anything she has said or done in the past month." "What do you mean?" "Pamela should have did the smart thing and agreed to stay on the island with you, Kristanna and Devon when the offer was still there," Trish commented. "I do not think it was very bright of her to just throw her hands up in the air and basically run away. I mean, what does she have to go home to? A big, brass stripper pole? Pamela should have stayed here and did whatever she could to make things work out." "Krissy wants nothing to do with her," I frowned. "She was all for the idea of Pamela staying and being a part of our lives at first, but then changed her mind completely." "Kristanna learned how jealous Pamela was of her, and how much she truly resented her," Trish said. "Pamela has been very upset and angry the past several days. I tried talking some sense into her, but it was no use. I could not get her to change her mind. So, I cannot blame Kristanna. I would not want Pamela in my life either if I was her, and in her situation. Kristanna is better off with just you and Devon, and no one else. Just my opinion, of course." Trish shook her head again. "Pamela comes to a place like this - the island - and expects to walk away from it with a traditional, one-on-one relationship? That doesn't make any sense to me whatsoever. She basically comes to a sex resort, and expects you to notice and be with no one but her." "There's nothing wrong with her wanting that." "No, there's not," Trish agreed. "But it still don't make any sense. I wanted Lindsay, you know, but I watched her have sex with five other girls all at the same time - six if you include me. I watched you take her virginity, Jeremy." "You helped me take it," I corrected her. "I watched Lindsay, when I felt I had a future with her, with all these different people," Trish continued. "But I was okay with it. Look at where we are - this island of yours. If Pamela did not like the idea of a free-spirited and sexually charged atmosphere, she should not have come here. And not only that, but Pamela is a stripper too. Seems like this lifestyle would be right up her alley." "Pamela is very different, and unique," I volunteered. "She is not like the stereotypical stripper at all." "You are better off without her," Trish told me. "I hate to say it, but you are, Jeremy. You really are. She would have caused nothing but trouble for you and Kristanna." Trish hesitated, then offered, "Pamela HATED Kristanna." "She hated her?" "Yes," Trish clarified. "I talked to Pamela a lot in recent days. I mean, a WHOLE LOT. When you became engaged to Kristanna that was one thing. But when you gave her that massive rock of an engagement ring, it was something else. That was what really set Pamela off. Pamela kept telling me over and over that Kristanna was a thief; she stole you." Trish shook her head and ended, "I didn't see it that way." I let out a long-winded sigh. "It's water under the bridge now. What's done is done ... you know?" "You need to go and find Kristanna," Trish reiterated. "I think her and Devon are in your bedroom in the mansion right now. She is really, really worried, Jeremy, about you and your safety. She is also worried that you're upset at her." "Upset?" I exclaimed. "Upset about what?" "That you blame her for Pamela no longer being here." I hung my head low and growled. Kristanna and I had been down this road before. How many times would I have to tell her that she had done absolutely nothing wrong? I would never force her to agree to accept Pamela into our lives, especially with all of the animosity that existed between them. Besides, Pamela did not want in, either. "Fine. I'll go talk to her." -- When I opened the door to my personal suite moments later, I found the two most important women in my life waiting for me just a couple of feet away. Devon was seated and leaning against the wall, her legs outstretched, with Kristanna's head resting upon her lap as she lay on her side. Devon was tracing a fingertip along the side of Kristanna's face. Both ladies, I could tell, were visibly upset and shaken. Once Kristanna got her first glimpse of me, however, she sprung to her feet in one quick, agile motion. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" she demanded, her voice loud and booming, as she closed the short distance between us. "Where have you been? OH MY GOD, I have been worried sick about you!" Kristanna placed both hands upon my shoulders and squeezed tightly. She then made two fists and flailed away at my chest with them. "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN, JEREMY! DON'T YOU EVER RUN OFF AND HIDE, AND SHUT DOWN THE VOYEUR ROOM!" Horribly distraught, the young woman seemed to tire quickly and ceased her assault upon my chest. Kristanna then began to cry as she hugged me, saying, "I know what type of person you are, Jeremy, and how upset you get when people hurt you! I've been worried to death about you!" "I'm sorry," was my simple response. "Where were you?" Kristanna insisted, still upset. "I had no idea where you went, or what you were thinking with first Pamela, then what Camille said!" "I just needed some time alone..." Her blue eyes flashing like I had never witnessed before, Kristanna made a fist and held it in front of my face and warned, "Don't you EVER run off while angry again, and deactivate the voyeur room. I do not know how to turn the system back on like you do." She slapped my shoulder with an open palm one more time and whined, "I had no idea where you were! You could have jumped off a cliff for all I knew!" "The thought did cross my mind," I admitted, which made Kristanna grunt and squeal in horror. However, I pulled her into my arms for an embrace and offered, "But I realized that I have too much to live for." I then kissed the very crown of her head, then made eye contact with Devon and smiled at her. She smiled back, but continued to idly sit there. "Shhhhh," I consoled Kristanna, still holding her. "I'm here now. I'm okay, and in a good frame of mind. And I promise that if I ever get upset or angry again, I won't deactivate the voyeur room." "You wouldn't even answer your cell phone!" Kristanna complained. "I had no idea where you were..." "I didn't even have my phone with me, sweetheart." "You don't like us going out anywhere on the island by ourselves," Devon reminded me. "You always say the jungle can be a dangerous place. If you went somewhere and got hurt, how could we have found you without the voyeur room?" "I won't do it again," I promised them once more. "Where did you go?" Kristanna wondered. "The guest cottage," I answered. "Been there for hours." Kristanna stepped back and looked at me. Her face was saturated with tears. "I ... I'm so sorry, Jeremy! I cannot believe that Pamela would just want to leave the island like she did! I know how much you cared for her..." Devon stood up, her own face suddenly tense and distraught. "Don't you dare, Krissy! Don't you dare say what I..." "I want you to go to the airport hotel and see if you can talk Pamela into coming back to the island." "Krissy!" Devon screeched, obviously not liking those words. I quickly got the sense that they already had a discussion of their own concerning this very subject. "It's okay," Kristanna assured her. "No, it's not!" Devon insisted. "Yes, it is. It is." Kristanna turned back toward me and explained, "I know how much Pamela means to you, Jeremy. I know how important she is to you ... how important it is for you to take care of her, and make her happy." "Krissy, no!" Devon complained. "I'm willing to give her another opportunity to be a part of our lives," Kristanna said, which made me roll my eyes. I knew this was something that she honestly did not want to do. So did Devon, obviously, who vehemently shook her head as Kristanna continued, "I want to do my best to make this work with her, because I know how important she is to you. All I have ever wanted, Jeremy, is for you to be happy..." "No," I told her. "I'm not going to the hotel to try and talk Pamela out of this. Pamela made her decision and as far as I'm concerned, it's final." Now, Devon was nodding her head in total agreement as I ended, "She would not fit into the style of life that we want, anyway." "But I know how much..." "No," I interjected, cutting my fiancee off. "Just NO." I grasped both of Kristanna's hands with my own and implored, "Why do you seem to feel so guilty when it comes to Pamela?" "What do you mean?" "I don't know," I countered. "It's just ... you seem to take a back seat to her at times. Why are you so worried about Pamela, and how I feel about her?" "Because I know she makes you happy..." "She doesn't make me as happy as you do," I told Kristanna, whose body seemed to sag somewhat at those words. "Trish was the one who found me earlier. She said you were afraid that I was mad at you; perhaps I would blame you for Pamela no longer being here." Kristanna frowned and nodded her head as I went on, "Why would I do that? Why would I blame you? It was Pamela's decision. She wanted nothing to do with you or Devon in the first place. All she wanted was me for herself." "I just know how much you care for her..." "That's what you don't understand!" I responded, my voice insistent. I looked her square in the eyes and proclaimed, "I care about you a million times more. A billion times more. WHY would I be mad at you, Krissy? Why would I blame you for anything? You're going to be my wife one day very soon, and I love you. Why do you always go on such a guilt trip when it comes to Pamela? You have done NOTHING WRONG." "Krissy doesn't want Pamela in our lives," Devon offered, "and neither do I. We don't need her." "Why do you tell me to go to the hotel and bring Pamela back?" I asked Kristanna. "Why would I bring her back if the most important person in my life - YOU - does not really even want her here to begin with? Why would you subject yourself to that?" The 23-year-old gulped her throat. "For you, J-Jeremy." "You need to start thinking about yourself," I told her. "Marriages and relationships are supposed to be two-way streets," Devon said to her girlfriend. "You have an equal say in everything, Krissy. You should not have to bend your will in order to feel as if you make Jeremy happy, and gain his approval. Pamela would do nothing but you make you feel uncomfortable. She would make ME feel uncomfortable. How can you even suggest that it's a good idea that she somehow be brought back into our lives? Look at all of the mean and disrespectful things Pamela has said about you." "I want you to get Pamela out of your head," were my words for Kristanna. "There is absolutely no need for you to feel worried about anything. Devon is right, honey. You have an equal say in everything that happens between us from now on. I am not about to force you to do something that makes you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable." "O-Okay..." she relented, her body trembling. "What else do I need to say or do to convince you of my faith and loyalty to you?" I asked. "You don't want Pamela to be a part of our lives? That's fine. I have no problem with that. I propose marriage to you. I tell you that you're my everything; you're my centerpiece in life and everything must conform and fit around you. I'm willing to move to Norway - of all places - for you. I love you more than anything, Krissy, and anyone. I tell you these things every single day. Why are you so concerned with Pamela, and how I feel for her? I never once thought of choosing Pamela over you. I gave her up, in fact, so that you and I can be together, and be happy. Why is she such a concern?" "Krissy was worried you would change your mind and run off with Pamela instead," Devon commented, which caused me to hang my head low in despair. "I think, after four years of being your friend but not your lover, Krissy still has doubts of you actually looking at her the way she looks at you. She is worried you will want to go back to being just friends." I looked at her and breathed deeply. "Is that true?" "Yeah..." Kristanna nodded meekly. "I didn't realize how insecure you are." Lost in thought, I was silent for several seconds until coming with an idea. "Do I need to send the other girls home early, too? I can pay all them the full amount." Kristanna shook her head in response as I further explained, "I am willing to devote every waking moment to you, Krissy. I am willing to devote every fiber of being to you. I can send Trish, Lindsay and even Amy home early if you like. If that is what it takes to prove to you that I am 100 percent dedicated to you - as well as Devon - I will do it. Just give me the word." "Leave me out of the equation, Jeremy," Devon requested. "I know you do not feel anywhere close for me as you do for Krissy. I trust in time you will, though." "I don't want you to send Trish, Lindsay and Amy home, and ruin the final two weeks of their vacation," Kristanna mused. "Besides, you cannot send Amy home. She needs to stay. She needs to have your guidance in her life, Jeremy." "We can talk about that at another time," Devon suggested. "30 minutes ago, I was all upset because I wanted Pamela in my life," I spoke. "But now, I realize that I do not. Not any longer, at least. It was her decision to leave the island. It was her decision to refuse our offer of staying here and committing to a long-term relationship." I focused all of my attention upon Kristanna and stressed to her, "You need to get the thought, the specter, of Pamela out of your mind once and for all. I am not going to wake up one day and go running off to Maryland to find her, and be with her." "Those kind of ideas are just toxic," Devon murmured. "If I run anywhere, Krissy, it will simply be to you." "Awwwww..." Devon grinned. "Promise me one thing," I pleaded to Kristanna. "Promise me from now on that you're not going to be insecure about our relationship and future from this point forward. I love you, Krissy. I don't know what else I can do to show or prove that to you any more than I already have. There is no need for you to feel as if you have to take a back seat to anyone." "I told you that Jeremy would have this type of reaction," Devon said to Kristanna. "Didn't I? Hmmmmm?" "Yeah," she admitted. "What about Camille?" Devon remarked. "I cannot believe that I once thought of her as a friend. She was my room-mate for the first several weeks on the island. I knew she had a snippy side to her personality ... but nothing like that." "Camille is the one who needs to burn in Hell!" Kristanna piped up, suddenly full of anger and disdain. "Jeremy has done nothing but try and be nice toward that girl since she arrived here. He agrees to let her go home early and even pays her the full amount of money ... and THAT is the thanks he gets for it." Kristanna swung her arm outward and hissed, "Camille is just lucky I wasn't there when she said that." Devon smiled. "Would we have seen the Evil Kristanna that you told me all about yesterday?" "Oh, you would have seen more than that," she promised. "I did not know exactly what Camille had said to Jeremy until she was already gone in the helicopter." "There are two more weeks before Trish, Lindsay and Amy are all scheduled to go home," I reminded them. "What was once seven girls is now down to five. We have had a very rough and rocky past couple of days ... but none more so than today. Krissy, you know I hate drama and any sort of conflict. I never expected there to be so much here." "Let's have some fun the next two weeks," Kristanna suggested, her attitude quickly turning bright and positive. "Let's make those remaining three girls really feel at home, and welcome here." "All three of them really care about you, Jeremy, and would never hurt or back-stab you," Devon offered. "I say we get everyone together right now and have a quick meeting. We should clarify everything that happened with Pamela and Camille, and stress that these next two weeks are going to be fun for everyone. We need to get rid of the drama." "The drama left the island earlier," Kristanna frowned. "But you are right, Devvy. Trish knows what is going on, but we should clue Lindsay and Amy in as well. I'm sure they have a lot of questions and whatnot. There is no need for them to speculate about anything." "I've tried to look at everyone on the island over the past month as a little family," Devon cooed. "We learned that two people do not want to be part of the family any more, but that is fine. I know Lindsay may want to distance herself from things here. Down deep, though, I think Lindsay loves and cares for all of us. I really do. And we already know that Trish and Amy are both madly in love with Jeremy." Kristanna nodded her head and voiced, "Let's have that meeting with the others before it gets too late tonight." "I meant what I said." Staring directly at my fiancee, I then added, "No more feelings of insecurity. You are my girl, and I love you. You need to always remember that." For the first time since I stepped into our bedroom several moments ago, Kristanna smiled. "I will, Jeremy." ***End of Chapter 29*** Island Fever Ch. 30 Chapter 30: "Trousseau" ***** "Kristanna? Kristanna... where are you?" Those were my initial words when I awoke from a long and peaceful slumber on this Tuesday morning. Even before my eyes had opened, my arms were searching for signs of life upon the mattress on either side of me. When I realized that I was all by lonesome here in bed, I quickly sat up and called out for my Norwegian princess. Where was Kristanna? "I'm right here, sweetheart," came her voice. I turned in the direction of where that voice emanated from and noticed that the door to one of the two washrooms here within my personal suite was partially open, with the light on inside. An instant later, Kristanna emerged from that restroom and I, for all intents and purposes, went into cardiac arrest. My jaw dropped in pure and total astonishment, my heart-rate increased and my cock began to twitch and pulse with arousal as Kristanna was decked out in - believe it or not - a very tantalizing, sinful schoolgirl uniform. (!!) In my opinion, at least, Kristanna was one of the most beautiful women in the world. The 23-year-old goddess had a clear, unblemished face, along with deep blue eyes and an infectious smile which made her quite the photogenic sort. As she stood at the washroom door before me now, Kristanna's blonde hair was parted in the middle, and flowed down and across her slender neck and shoulders in little wavelets. Kristanna was a truly intoxicating woman. I was unsure why she had a schoolgirl uniform on, but I was definitely not complaining about it. The frilly collar of her long-sleeved blouse peeked out beneath a very tight red and white plaid vest. Kristanna's B-cup breasts jutted outward upon the fabric, seemingly begging to be freed. The ensemble skirt which Kristanna wore was red and white plaid as well. It was also extremely low-cut, helping to truly give Kristanna the appearance of a naughty schoolgirl. For cappers, Kristanna wore white socks that were rolled down to her ankles, and a pair of black saddle shoes. Those legs of hers, however, were a definite sight to behold. Standing a tall and majestic 5-foot-11, Kristanna had the sleekest, sexiest pair of legs I had ever seen on a woman. There was simply no comparison between Kristanna and anyone else in that regard. Those legs of hers were so long and symmetrically perfect, their skin supple yet also tender, and very richly tanned. My God, what a vision they were... With that incredibly short plaid skirt on, Kristanna's legs were being accentuated to their fullest extent right now. They screamed for and demanded one's attention even more than normal. In fact, I found it difficult to finally tear my gaze away from them, and look into her eyes. Kristanna's smile was golden. "Do you like my outfit?" I offered a gentle nod of the head, although my insides were raging with absolute lust. "Yeah... I like it." Kristanna slowly spun around in a circle, the hem of her skirt swishing upward and revealing a pair of luscious white panties underneath. "I've always known how much you adore the idea of young and innocent girls, Jeremy. So before I left Norway, I decided to buy this little schoolgirl uniform. I've been waiting for the perfect time to spring it on you. My only regret is that somehow, Lindsay beat me to it. She dressed up as a schoolgirl for you just two days ago." "I also remember you telling me, Krissy, that one of your ultimate fantasies was to be a naughty schoolgirl." "Yes, it is," she confirmed. "I'm going to see to it that all of our fantasies become a reality together, Jeremy, from this point forward. There is no holding back any more." "God, Krissy..." I moaned. "You look SINFUL!" "I sincerely hope that you have a lot of staying power within you today," the young woman swooned, her expression vibrant and playful. "We're going to rip you apart." "We?" I countered, my interest suddenly raising to an even higher level. "Who is we? You're not alone?" "Of course not," Kristanna grinned in response, turning her gaze toward the washroom she had just emerged from. "Devvy..." My eyes went wide as she cooed, "Oh DEVVY..." I literally went into convulsions as Devon appeared from behind the restroom door and made her way into my suite. Kristanna's schoolgirl outfit was incredibly sexy, but it was somewhere within the far reaches of my mind right now. Why? Devon was dressed up as a cheerleader! Where do I start? Would it be her immaculate face or the bright red lipstick? Devon's shiny blonde hair pulled into a pony-tail with the help of a blue ribbon, or the light touch of mascara the 27-year-old used to enhance her already perfect complexion to an even greater extent? Devon wore a sleeveless, V-necked cheerleader top which was made of pure cotton. Its primary color was white, but the top also had a pair of blue and red stripes which adorned its front near her stomach, and arched up to her shoulders. In stylish, unique letters, the name Devon arched across her breasts. The letters were black with a red border. The adorable bombshell's cheerleader skirt was extremely short as well. It was white with blue pleats, and flipped and bounced about easily with every move she made. As a result, her blue cheerleader panties could be seen more often than not. The sight was an instant cock-riser. Devon also wore white, ankle-high socks, and a pair of matching sneakers. Those two accessories really gave a nice contrast to the dark, rich tan which Devon had worked so hard on since arriving here. I should also point out that her tan was of the all-over variety... My heart was racing like never before as Devon strolled over to Kristanna and planted a full, open-mouthed kiss upon her lips. The two ladies then looked my way and giggled, before whispering secretive words into each others' ears. In my own mind, I wondered what was said between them... "Can you possibly handle both of us, Jeremy?" Kristanna asked out loud, still snickering. "The cheerleader AND the schoolgirl? Together? At the same time?" "He doesn't have a choice," Devon answered for me, her voice lush and sultry, as she glanced over at Kristanna. "Jeremy is ours now. He is going to HAVE to perform." Devon grinned and placed her left hand upon Kristanna's ass, and patted it through the little skirt she wore. "You're mine now too, honey. I'm gonna totally split you in half." "Oooooh, promises!" Kristanna squealed, giggling. "Why don't you go over and tend to Jeremy first, though? Look at him! He's going to blow his load any minute now. I think he really loves us in our naughty, little uniforms..." "What about you, honey?" Devon asked, kissing Kristanna on the lips. "You can help me with him. Isn't that what you want? You want to suck his cock, right?" Kristanna whispered into Devon's ear once again, which made both of them look at me and giggle. An instant later, as I instinctively got out of bed and stood up, Devon stepped forward and dropped to her knees in front of me. She quickly pulled my shorts downward, allowing my full, bulging cock to spring out and be finally be freed. I tossed my head back and sighed wildly as Devon grasped the base of my shaft and quickly engulfed it into her mouth. I then lowered my gaze and found that her eyes were fixated upon my face as the familiar head-bobbing motion commenced. Pleasure was coursing throughout my entire body thanks to Devon and her incredible mouth, but something else caught my attention. Kristanna tip-toed over to the sofa and took a seat on its edge, then lifted the front of her little skirt upward to show me the white panties she had on underneath. "Oh God..." I then moaned, as the vixen placed a single fingertip upon the cotton panties. Her knees high and spread wide over the sofa, Kristanna kept her eyes in synch with mine and began twirling her finger in hot circles upon her white panties. Her face suddenly awash with arousal, Kristanna nodded her head at me and giggled once again. Devon growled with an even mixture of hunger and lust as she literally inhaled the full length of my shaft into her velvety mouth. I nearly lost my balance in response to the sudden jolt of excitement. I quickly steadied myself, then glared down at Devon and admired the sight of her head as it began to frantically bob itself over and upon my hard shaft. I shook my own head in erotic amazement, then sighed with undeniable passion as I re-focused all of my attention upon Kristanna. Her silky blonde hair, all long and styled to perfection, looked absolutely exquisite. The smile upon her darling face as she stimulated herself was so totally pure and genuine. Those ruby-red lips and pearly-white teeth of hers seemed to be begging me for a gooey cum-shot... Then I tried to make sense of everything that was going on right now. Kristanna had appeared here in our private suite, dressed as a schoolgirl. After some brief teasing, she called Devon - who was donned in a cheerleader uniform - into the suite as well. Obviously, Kristanna had woke up well before I did this morning and planned this encounter with Devon beforehand. Kristanna and Devon made a nice couple, indeed - especially with those sinful uniforms on. Could this be a sneak preview of the rest of my life?... Devon withdrew my cock from her mouth and began stroking it rather briskly with her right hand. At the same time, she used her left to gently cup and massage my testicles. We glared at one another as she squirmed about upon her knees beneath me, the mutual lust between us multiplying by the second. Devon looked so breathtakingly gorgeous... "Oh yes!" I heard Kristanna squeal, which caused me to look over at her once more. Still with her red and white plaid skirt hiked up as she lounged upon the sofa, Kristanna now had a hand buried inside her panties. I could tell that she was using a pair of fingers to pleasure herself, while her deep blue eyes were focused on Devon as the 27-year-old goddess continued with her monumental handjob upon me. "He is about to blow," Devon announced, turning her face to look at Kristanna. "Why don't you come over here, baby, and help me finish him off?" Devon smiled as Kristanna continued to masturbate. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Your little pussy will be taken care of soon enough." "Oh God..." I moaned again, as Kristanna suddenly grinned and dropped to her knees. She then moved up beside Devon and offered her yet another tongue-filled kiss. Devon was still stroking my cock, but then deferred it to Kristanna as the Norwegian opened her mouth and swallowed it whole. "Look at that tight, little ass," Devon smiled, lifting the hem of Kristanna's skirt as she started to bob her head back-and-forth upon my erection. Devon offered Kristanna a heavy swat with an open hand, saying, "What a pretty ass..." Kristanna squealed in response but continued to bob her head over and upon my hard shaft. Her sparkling blue eyes were full of life and energy as she glared up at me. Devon was right earlier. I was about to blow. "I'm a cheerleader, and you're a schoolgirl," Devon chirped, now playing with Kristanna's silky-smooth hair. "You're a cock-hungry schoolgirl, baby." "I love sucking cock!" Kristanna exclaimed, as she licked and slurped away upon mine. "But I love licking pussy too." "Hmmmmm... show me," Devon suddenly purred, taking a seat upon the carpeted floor and spreading her thighs. Kristanna smiled at Devon as she lifted her cheerleader skirt upward and massaged her pussy through the panties she wore. "What about Jeremy, though?" Kristanna asked, offering a sudden pout. "He hasn't cum yet..." "Jeremy can fuck you doggie-style while you eat my pussy," Devon suggested, which definitely sounded like a splendid idea to me. "One catch, though. Our uniforms must stay on." "Jeremy isn't even going to allow us to take our uniforms off," Kristanna giggled, shaking her head. "You have nothing to worry about there. I can see it in his eyes." Kristanna then turned her head and looked up at me with pleading, puppy-dog eyes. She frowned a bit before asking, "Will you do me a favor, Jeremy? Please?" "What?" I asked, the excitement level within me reaching a fever pitch. Not only were these two ladies dressed up in sexy uniforms - which was enough to get my juices going - but their verbal exchanges were driving me insane! "What is it? I'll do anything for you, Kristanna. You know that." Kristanna kissed the very tip of my cock and begged, "Will you PLEASE fuck Devvy in the ass for me?" That was it. Kristanna flinched, obviously not expecting a sudden blast of sperm to jettison from my cock and onto her adorable face. I simply could not help myself. My entire body shivered and trembled with pure excitement as the heated sensations of release simply coursed all throughout me. There was a second eruption, most of which landed directly upon the 23-year-old's forehead. A third, smaller shot hit her square in her bright, smiling teeth. "Should I take that as a yes Kristanna, I will fuck Devvy in the ass for you?" she giggled. I could do nothing right now but grunt and growl in the aftermath of my sudden climax. This was unbelievable! "Devvy really deserves a good ass-fucking right now," she went on. "She deserves one, really bad." "Oh?" Devon wondered. "Why do I deserve one?" "Are you denying it?" Kristanna asked, her eyes flashing as she glanced at Devon. "Well... not really," she returned. "I guess I deserve a good ass-fucking everyday. God knows I'd like one everyday." Kristanna smiled, then looked back up at me. "Will you, Jeremy? Fuck Devvy in the ass? Maybe you could even throw in a little spanking for her, too?" "A spanking?" Devon exclaimed, laughing. "You make it sound like I did something wrong, and need punishment." "Well... you have," Kristanna murmured. "Just look at you. You look like a billion dollar whore with that little cheerleader outfit on. I could just see you walking into some guy's hotel room with that uniform on. You'd bend over and show him your ass, and ask if he wanted room service. Cheerleader slash hotel employee slash insatiable whore!" "I look like a whore?" Devon snickered. "Look at you... little Miss Schoolgirl! You look like you're no older than 15 or 16 with that little outfit on!" "Oh, I don't look THAT young," Kristanna corrected her. She turned her attention toward me once more. "But please, Jeremy? Please? Please fuck Devvy in the ass right now, and spank her. Spank her really good!" "Quit your baby-whining and get down here, and lick my pussy!" Devon said to Kristanna, her tone both playful and impatient. Her cheerleader skirt hiked above her waist, Devon pulled her panties down and off, warning Kristanna, "Else, I will be the one who does the spanking - on YOU!" "You can spank me anyway," the enchantress giggled, before finally settling down onto her elbows and knees between Devon's widespread thighs. Soon, Kristanna extended her tongue and immediately began swiping away at Devon's tender folds. Devon moaned in response, then flipped the front of her skirt over Kristanna's head, concealing it. "Isn't Krissy a sweetheart?" Devon asked me, stroking the blonde's head through her pleated skirt, as she looked up at me. "I just think she is so precious." "I have to agree with you there," I mused, as Devon's body started to vibrate because of Kristanna's skilled tongue. "Oh fuck yeah," Devon suddenly squealed, as she continued to stroke and caress Kristanna's head through her skirt. She squirmed about in response to the young woman's tongue before saying, "Lick my pussy, baby! Lick it!" "This used to drive my girlfriend in Norway crazy..." The sudden change in Kristanna's pace seemed to quiet the girls down, and make them concentrate on one another. Devon purred and arched her back in response to her younger lover's tongue. She squeezed her thighs around Kristanna's head, but the athletic vixen continued to busily lap away at her. As she was perched upon her elbows and knees, her face buried between Devon's thighs, I had an inviting view of Kristanna from behind. The red and white plaid schoolgirl skirt she had on was riding high now, exposing her sweet ass and the cotton panties which clutched it so very tightly. Kristanna must have known that I was gawking at her from behind, because she wiggled that picture-perfect ass of hers at me in a continual, non-stop motion. Her movements were a bit exaggerated, so I figured that she was putting on a good show for my benefit. I was not complaining, mind you. But just the mere sight of Kristanna's ass - combined with the idea of the many (erotic) things that I could do to it - was more than enough to get my cock fully erect. "OH! Don't you dare!" Devon exclaimed, a timid look on her face as she glared at Kristanna, an instant before letting out a wild scream. "You nasty girl! Get that finger out of my ass! Get it out! RIGHT NOW!" "You know you love it, baby," Kristanna remarked, as Devon's eyes flashed with anger. Despite that, I could tell that this was still part of their game. They were playing with one another. "Helga used to enjoy this, too..." "My ass is reserved for Jeremy!" Devon exclaimed, which nearly caused my cock to explode once again. "Get that finger out, Krissy! Get it out!" "Make me!" Kristanna squealed, as she really started to bear down on Devon's pussy with her lips and tongue. She made the 27-year-old grunt and squeal as her tongue now flicked itself over and across Devon's puffy clitoris at a rapid-fire speed. At the same time, Kristanna was jamming her right index finger hard and fast into Devon's rectum. "Fuck that bitch before she makes me cum!" Devon whined, her eyes now focused upon me. "Fuck her good!" Even before Devon's torrid demand had fully registered in my mind, I was on my knees and nestled up close behind Kristanna's twitching ass. Using both hands, I yanked her panties downward - to mid-thigh - but did not dare touch the schoolgirl skirt. It was still flipped up beyond her waist as I fisted my pulsating cock and inserted into her pussy. I grimaced at first, trying to adjust to the vise-tight grip which always seemed to occur upon my shaft whenever I penetrated Kristanna. I sighed as well, then was able to slide the entire length of my erection into her folds. Kristanna moaned harshly, but continued forward with her cunnilingus work upon Devon. "Oh!" she squealed, as I then pulled my cock out, and shoved it back into her just as quickly. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Jeremy! FUCK ME!" Kristanna screamed at the top of her lungs as I began to thrust my way in-and-out of her pussy with rapid aggression. I growled myself, with one hand perched upon her slender waist and the other reaching upward - holding onto a clump of her long-flowing blonde hair. Kristanna kept screaming out her arousal as she tilted her head back for a brief moment. Then, she dove right back into that all-you-can-eat buffet, which was otherwise known as Devon's pussy. "Absolutely delicious!" Kristanna exclaimed, now pounding a fist upon the carpeted floor as I continually plowed into the 23-year-old angel from behind. My breathing ragged, I pumped myself harder and faster into her. Soon, my speed and tempo maxed out, and I was drilling her as hard as possible. I was so consumed with Kristanna that for an instant, I had forgotten that Devon was with us as well. I was quickly reminded of her, however, once she screamed out in what was obviously a rip-roaring, earth-shattering orgasm. Arching her neck and back, and clutching both breasts through the cheerleader top she wore, Devon's blue eyes were wide and looming as she glared at Kristanna with a look of pure lust. Kristanna kept her face buried between Devon's widespread thighs, lapping up all the luscious nectar that was her reward for a job well done. I put a momentary halt to my thrusting motions, allowing Kristanna to luxuriate in the taste of her lover's depths. Devon writhed and squirmed about upon the floor for quite awhile, continually moaning out her immense pleasure until her orgasm finally subsided. Island Fever Ch. 30 "Oh, you sweet thing!" Devon then exclaimed, sitting up and immediately finding Kristanna's mouth with her own. My cock still embedded (and for the time being, dormant) in Kristanna's pussy, she and Devon shared a rather sloppy, but heated kiss. I smiled at the mere sight. Kristanna placed one hand upon Devon's face as their kiss continued, and soon heightened in intensity. When I resumed my thrusting motion, however, Kristanna screamed and broke her kiss with Devon, who leaned back and smiled. She had a clear view as I pulverized Kristanna and her tender pussy. "Oh yeah... fuck her hard!" Devon encouraged, her eyes ablaze with passion, as she now looked directly at me. "Give her what she wants! Give her what she NEEDS!" Every last ounce of strength within my body was being used as I gave Kristanna all I could in terms of effort and intensity. I absolutely hammered her with my hard cock, blazing a trail through her inner depths. Kristanna, of course, continued to scream out in unbridled lust, but at the same time, Devon was still full of encouragement. "Rip her apart! YES! Fuck her! Fuck her harder! Oh, look at her! Look at her! She needs it SO BAD!" Grunting, I closed my eyes. Kristanna and I were rocking together on the very brink of madness, and Devon was just making things all the more exciting with her words. I was extremely close to blowing a monstrous load... When I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of Kristanna's flipped-up schoolgirl skirt as I blasted away at her, I literally felt something pop inside of me. Whatever it was, it then snapped as I watched Kristanna's luscious body flail and bounce about with reckless abandon. I screamed out like there was no tomorrow as my shaft erupted within the tight, unforgiving confines of her sweet, little pussy. Kristanna jammed her ass hard against my pelvis and screamed out with her own undeniable pleasure, then both of us began to shudder and vibrate together. It felt as if I was trapped inside a pressure-cooker until my orgasm finally crested, and then faded away. Feeling a bit woozy, I blinked several times and withdrew my cock from the Nordic princess' incredible folds. On my knees, I took a step back and then collapsed into a seated position. "I've always wanted a schoolgirl," Devon giggled, as she pulled Kristanna into her lap and kissed her. Both hands were already roaming as Devon groped Kristanna's ass, as well as her humble breasts, through the vest and blouse she wore. Kristanna responded to her friend by cupping and squeezing those full, lavish breasts with both hands. Kristanna even ripped away the cheerleader shell top which Devon had on, exposing her breasts so she could grope them bare. "We're supposed to leave our uniforms on!" Devon huffed playfully, her lips pursed together tightly. "I can't touch your breasts without also seeing them," Kristanna said, now planting kiss after kiss upon Devon's face and neck. "It would drive me crazy. Leave your skirt on... I think it's what Jeremy likes the most." My eyes went wide with arousal as both ladies pressed their mouths together for another mutual exchange of lips and tongues. My cock had been thoroughly drained moments ago, but now it seemed it was twitching with newfound life once again. Where I got this energy from, I will never know. "You drive me crazy, Devvy," Kristanna breathed. "Oh God, you drive me so crazy..." Devon broke their shared kiss, then spread her legs out and forced Kristanna to settle front-down upon her lap. Kristanna turned her face and looked up at Devon, her blue eyes flashing with sheer anticipation. "What are you doing?" "I'm going to spank you," Devon replied nonchalantly, pulling Kristanna's panties (which had been at mid-thigh) all the way down, and off. "God knows you deserve it. You're such a perverted, little schoolgirl!" "Perverted?" Kristanna asked, acting if she had taken some offense. "I'm not perverted! I'm too innocent for that..." Devon shook her head and laughed, then placed her right hand close to Kristanna's upturned ass. Flicking her wrist rapidly, Devon delivered a series of hard, quick-hitting slaps to Kristanna's ass with an open palm. The young woman squirmed and writhed about in Devon's lap, and then started to scream and grunt in response to the harsh blows. "Oh... did I hurt my poor baby?" Devon mocked seconds later, pouting, as she tucked the hemline of Kristanna's red and white plaid schoolgirl skirt into its waistband. Then, she leaned over and tenderly kissed the aching, red welts upon Kristanna's quivering ass. "You poor thing... Devon is going to make it better. Much better!" Devon held true to her promise as she resumed the hard slapping motion upon Kristanna's ass. The 23-year-old first grunted, then squealed, as her beautiful face now rocked from side-to-side in utter pleasure. It appeared as if my sweet, darling Kristanna absolutely loved to be spanked... Before I knew what happened next, Devon had both of her arms around me, and was blistering my mouth with a heated, passionate kiss. Apparently, she discarded Kristanna for the time being and decided to focus all of her attention upon me. It took me a second or two to respond, but soon I met Devon's kiss with equal fervor and passion. I held the intoxicating blonde close to me, and let one hand trail downward - to her ass. I cupped it through the little skirt she still had on, massaging it's firmness. The thin fabric of her skirt, by the way, felt truly exquisite upon my hand. "Hmmmmm," the Pennsylvanian moaned, breaking our kiss and looking into my eyes. "Tell me, Jeremy. How much cum did you just pump into Krissy's 'lil pussy?" I hesitated for a moment before answering, "A lot." "Hmmmmm, good," she purred. "I'm gonna suck every last drop of it out of her." Devon smiled and ended our embrace, but not before offering me a kiss on the cheek. Then, she turned toward Kristanna and said, "How about it, sweetheart? Want me to suck that cum right out of your pussy?" "Only if you share it with me," Kristanna mused, pointing toward her own mouth. "With kisses." "Of course I'll share," Devon grinned. "That's what the summer is about. Sharing." She turned toward me and offered a coy reminder, "Remember, Jeremy... you owe me an ass-fuck." "And a spanking!" Kristanna added, giggling. "Jeremy, don't forget to spank her! She really deserves one now!" "Get on your back and spread your legs before I give you ANOTHER spanking!" Devon warned her, a quirky gleam in her eyes. "It's time for my morning snack." I watched intently as Devon spread the soaked folds of Kristanna's pussy with her right hand. She then moved her face in for a closer inspection, resulting in an excited groan from Kristanna at the initial tongue-to-pussy contact. Once again, my limp cock was being totally rejuvenated. It twitched and quivered with renewed life. Devon let out a low, guttural moan as she soon withdrew her head from the depths of Kristanna's pussy. I gulped my throat and watched in fascination as the shapely blonde had her tongue out and extended, with a thick glob of sperm resting upon its center. Carefully, she moved toward Kristanna's own face - not wanting to spill the juice - and was met with an open, expectant mouth. Devon slipped her tongue inside, depositing the blob of sperm there, before each lady shared an intimate, touching kiss. "Hmmmmm, delicious," Kristanna moaned, her eyes flashing as she licked her lips. "Nothing quite like the taste of sperm. Especially Jeremy's sperm!" "Plenty of your pussy juices are mixed in with Jeremy's sperm," Devon reminded her. "My pussy juices taste good, too," Kristanna murmured. "Get me some more, Devvy. Please? I'm SOOOOO thirsty." Devon smiled before moving her face between Kristanna's thighs to repeat the same process from earlier. After spreading Kristanna's glistening folds open, Devon snaked her tongue inside and went searching for another glob of sperm. Eventually she found one, and with it squarely centered on her extended tongue, Devon again offered it to Kristanna's mouth through a very wet, sloppy kiss. "Hmmmmm," the Norwegian moaned, voicing her satisfaction one more time. "It tastes so good! I wish they sold bottles of sperm like they do bottles of milk." "It would be all you'd drink!" Devon laughed. "You too!" Kristanna shot back. Devon reached back with her right hand and smacked her own ass three successive times, then turned her head and looked up at me. "Come on, Jeremy. I'm waiting..." "Fuck that ass!" Kristanna squealed, giggling. "Hey... maybe after he finishes with you, he can fuck my ass, too!" I groaned out like a madman as with those words, my cock suddenly reached its full potential. I glanced downward and admired the sight of Devon's bouncy skirt as she was perched upon her hands and knees. I grabbed the hemline of the skirt and tucked the back of it into its waistband, allowing me full access to Devon's rounded, tight ass. "I already lubed her up for you," Kristanna chirped. "So just jam your big cock into that ass and go right to town!" Devon slid upward, so her face was directly in line with Kristanna's, as she hovered above her. Next, Devon placed a hand upon Kristanna's forehead and stared intently at her. "Why do you want Jeremy to do my ass so much?" Again, there was that playful tent to her voice. "No other reason than I want to see Jeremy pound your ass and hear you squeal," Kristanna grinned. "I just LOVE it when you squeal during sex. You're at your loudest then. You almost raised the roof when I did you with that big strap-on the other day in the foyer." "Then I'm gonna make you squeal, too," Devon promised. "Scream, even. Your pussy belongs to ME today." The two ladies smiled at each other before sharing one more intimate, soul-touching kiss. Then, Devon slid back down Kristanna's body and settled her face inbetween those outstretched thighs. With the schoolgirl skirt fanned out above her waist, Kristanna began to squirm and writhe about upon the floor as Devon eagerly lapped away upon her folds. Grunting, I then fisted my cock and nudged its tip upon the small, air-tight crevice that was Devon's rectum. I winced with an incredible mixture of pain and pleasure as somehow, I was able to forge my erection through that seemingly unbreakable barrier. Devon's entire body tightened and flinched as I slowly but surely guided inch after tantalizing inch into her bowels. Soon, the entire length of my cock was buried inside of her. I looked down for a moment and gulped at the sight of my testicles - all snug and nestled tight upon Devon's upturned, beautiful ass. "Fuck her," Kristanna encouraged, her eyes locked on me as she offered a smile for emphasis. "Fuck her hard!" Never one to disappoint, I began to gradually thrust my way in-and-out of Devon's anus. With each inward stroke, however, my speed and tempo steadily increased. Soon, I was hammering away at her as hard as I possibly could. Of course, this brought nothing from Devon except those aforementioned squeals - loud and booming. I do not know how she also found the time to concentrate on the exploration of Kristanna's pussy with her tongue. Devon did, however. Her tongue was swirling like crazy upon her counterpart's folds as I repeatedly jammed myself in-and-out of her. "YES!" Kristanna screamed, as I drew my right hand back and slapped it hard upon Devon's quivering ass. "Spank her!" she pleaded, as Devon grunted and yelped out her lust. "Spank her! She's a naughty cheerleader! A very naughty cheerleader! Spank her! Spank her HARD!" I nodded my head at Kristanna as I used both hands to swat and slap Devon's upturned ass, while not taking away from my forceful thrusting motion. In no time flat, her skin was a bright shade of red. With her even mixture of grunts and squeals, I could easily tell that Devon was truly enjoying this rather harsh treatment, too. Kristanna was still squirming around like a fish out of water as Devon continually used full, sweeping licks of her tongue to orally stimulate her. In the process, I had to pause for an instant and admire my charming fiancee but more importantly, her schoolgirl uniform, one more time. Even while in the middle of a sexual encounter, Kristanna still had an innocent appeal about her. Her stylish blonde hair splayed and fanned out across the floor, Kristanna's breasts bounced and jiggled about within the confines of not only a white blouse, but also a red and white vest over top of it. I particularly loved the sight of her matching plaid skirt, as it was bunched up above her waistline. That way, Devon's tongue had easy access to her pussy. Kristanna's cotton panties were long gone, but she still had on the white socks and black saddle shoes. Her knees were high in the air, by the way, as Devon continually licked and slurped away upon her gooey slit. Speaking of Devon, I also had to take some time to admire her and the cheerleader uniform she so proudly wore. Well, nearly half of it was a distant memory by now. The top that she once had on had been discarded during the course of this three-way encounter. Devon still wore the pleated skirt, though. Of course, I had its hem tucked into the waistband of the skirt. Thus, I had nothing in the way of blasting myself in-and-out of her repeatedly. "Oh God, you're gonna make me cum!" Kristanna screeched, clenching her thighs tightly around Devon's probing head. I watched with fascination as Kristanna grabbed her own breasts with both hands and began mauling them through her vest and blouse. An instant later, she let out a deafening scream, which told me that the 23-year-old had just experienced the wondrous, indescribable joy of orgasm. All the while, my powerful thrusts in-and-out of Devon's tight rectum never once let up. I slapped her ass harder than before, then grasped it cruelly with both hands and held on for dear life as my stamina was about to hit zero. "Oh yeah!" Devon exclaimed, managing to get those words out as she continually grunted and squealed in response to my forcefulness. "Fuck my ass! Yes! Fuck it! OH GOD YES! Oooooh, it feels so good! MY ASS! FUCK YES!" Kristanna slithered out of Devon's reach, allowing her to solely concentrate on our own coupling. I kept hammering away, but also smiled as Kristanna - still flat on her back - slipped a hand between her thighs and started masturbating. I quickly sensed that Kristanna could not be satisfied today. Speaking of such things, I screamed and roared out at the very top of my lungs as my cock suddenly erupted somewhere deep within Devon's bowels. I was able to push myself all the way in, then growled and rumbled in extreme satisfaction as I pumped heavy globs of my manly seed into the luscious enchantress. I continued growling, making sure that every last ounce of my sperm was deposited deep into her bowels. My body just seemed to glow and shine in the aftermath. For a moment, it felt as if I was going to pass out from total exhaustion. The pleasure was quite immense, too. Fortunately, Devon got to experience a taste of it, too. She let loose with a loud squeal as her pussy also exploded, the orgasmic juices literally flowing down her inner thighs and dripping onto the carpeted floor below us. Still clutching her ass with both hands, I groaned one final time before collapsing forward. Completely spent, I fell on top of Devon, pinning her beneath me. She grunted at first, but then offered a laugh while turning her head to look back up at me. "That was pretty fun," she sighed, grinning, as I finally pulled my deflated shaft out from within her rectum. "It was wonderful," I sighed, curling my neck and finding her lips with my own. Devon and I traded tongues for quite some time, until I felt a hand caressing my right shoulder. I looked up and saw Kristanna on her knees beside us. She leaned over and attached her mouth to mine for a pleasurable kiss, while offering a finger from her opposite hand to Devon's lips. Devon nuzzled it and sucked it into her mouth, as Kristanna and I shared a tender, heart-warming kiss. "I want to suck on your cock some more," Kristanna purred, to which I let out an exasperated sigh. I was so spent right now that it would be quite some time before I could muster up another erection. I was only one man... not an army! - "It was all a big set-up, yes," Kristanna said to me later that very same afternoon, as she and I took a leisurely hike throughout the forest. "It seemed so perfect once I learned a few days ago that Devvy brought a cheerleader uniform along to the island with her. I have that schoolgirl uniform, you know. It was really perfect. The reason I did it this morning, so early, is because I wanted to cheer you up, Jeremy. I know that you had a really bad day yesterday." "My day began looking up once you and I had that little discussion last evening," I advised Kristanna, grinning. The lush, green valley which we were hiking through was located on the eastern half of the island. It was situated between two of the larger mountains on the island. The natural fauna and flora, waterfalls, basins and bay truly made this particular area a tropical haven. Kristanna, who had been holding my hand as the two of us hiked along, squeezed it a bit tighter and mused, "I am such a lucky girl! I have always dreamed of one day having both a husband AND a wife. Looks like I'll get to experience what that is like... sooner rather than later." I chuckled before saying, "You want the three of us - me, you and Devon - to be one big, happy family... correct?" "You know I do," she admitted. "Yes, I do." Kristanna rolled her eyes in a playful manner and giggled, "And what man hasn't dreamed about having two wives?" "That's not legal," I advised her, albeit playfully. "It is not legal in the United States - having multiple spouses - but it is legal in Norway," Kristanna told me. "It is also legal in many other countries. It is ALSO legal on this island of yours. We are not governed by any law here." Beaming with delight, Kristanna then titled her head from side to side in a repeated motion, claiming, "Not only do I get to spend the rest of my life with the absolute man of my dreams, but I also get to be with the girl of my dreams!" I chuckled again, then took a deep breath. "This is incredible, Krissy. A week and a half ago, you were my best friend. Now, you're my centerpiece in life. I love you." As we strolled throughout the forest on this warm and hazy Tuesday afternoon, Kristanna suddenly stopped and glanced over at me. "I love you too, Jeremy." She grinned and found my lips with her own for a gentle kiss. "I've always loved you, Kristanna. I just... I did not realize it until ten days ago." We resumed our walking motion as Kristanna asked, "What do you have planned for Trish, Lindsay and Amy? I am glad we were able to gather all of them up last night, and answer their questions about what happened with Pamela and Camille. We also assured them they are all welcome to stay here for the next two weeks. But what about beyond that?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know." "I think we can both agree that Lindsay will be going back home in two weeks," Kristanna began. "That much is a given. But Trish and Amy? Trish seems to have silently fallen in love with the island and the pace, the way of life, around here, over the past couple of weeks. I think the turning point for Trish was when she finally realized that Lindsay was not going to be a part of her future. She had blinders on for Lindsay, I think. But once those blinders were removed, Trish suddenly realized what a wonderful atmosphere there was on the island." Kristanna smirked at me and coyly added, "Trish also realized what a magnificent man you are." Island Fever Ch. 30 "Could you be jealous, or resent Trish at all, for some of the things she has said to me over the past few days?" "Not at all," Kristanna answered. "Trish is one of my best friends on the island. Besides Devvy, she IS my best friend. Trish would never do anything to come between us. I applaud her for being so honest and forthright with you." "What about Amy?" I wondered. "Amy is an entirely different story, but basically the same end result as Trish," Kristanna offered. "I fully believe that Amy NEEDS you in her life, Jeremy. Without you around, she would stop taking her medication and go right back to the damaging habits and routines in Ohio that put her in this predicament to begin with." "So you are saying that Amy should stay with us?" "I believe Trish and Amy should both be given the opportunity to stay with us," Kristanna corrected me. "That would never happen," I advised her. "Do not forget that Trish and Amy are not on the best of terms. They never really have been. Trish still blames Amy for a lot of the fall-out she had with Lindsay. I could never envision Trish peacefully co-existing with Amy on a long-term basis." "I think they should both be offered the opportunity to stay," Kristanna reiterated. "I cannot envision both of them co-existing together, either. Just because we make the offer does not necessarily mean that both of them will take it. In reality, I think only one will take it - Amy. Trish will want to stay, but she will decide not to because of Amy. She will take the money and go back to Canada to resume her life. But I still think we should make the offer to both of them." "What does Devon have to think about all of this?" "Devvy wishes everyone could stay," Kristanna responded. "Everyone except Pamela and Camille, of course. Devvy is a fun-loving girl. She loves being around others and making them happy. Devvy would be fine with Trish or Amy, or both." "So we need to talk to them," I surmised. "Yes, we do," Kristanna agreed. "So just picture it, Jeremy. You could wind up with two wives - me and Devvy - and then a full-time sexual submissive on the side in Amy! You would be the envy of every red-blooded man in the world." "I never thought I'd say that about myself..." Kristanna smiled at my words. "Are you in good shape?" I gave her a curious look and countered, "Why do you ask me a question such as that?" "I'll race you!" Kristanna answered, her voice full of zest and enthusiasm. She pointed toward a large, majestic tree about 150 feet away from our current position. "I'll race you over to there! How about it?" "Wanna put a wager on it?" "Sure," she replied. "What do you have in mind?" I grinned at her. "If I win the race, you suck my cock. If you win the race, you suck my cock." Kristanna giggled and said, "That's a one-sided bet!" "It's one I can't lose, either way," I told her, before sprinting off toward that tree. "HEY!" Kristanna protested as I left her in the dust. She began running after me and exclaimed, "Wait for me!" Once I eventually allowed Kristanna to catch up with me, and then pass me, I smiled to myself as she was the first to reach the tree. When I eventually approached her there, Kristanna was jumping up-and-down in mock celebration, but then squealed as I playfully tackled her and brought her to the ground with me. I fiercely wrapped my arms around her body, then smashed my lips to hers for a lust-ridden kiss. "Hmmmmm," she moaned after our long, drawn-out kiss had finally reached its conclusion. Kristanna grabbed my belt and tugged it loose, then yanked my shorts downward. My semi-hard cock in full view, Kristanna grasped it with her right hand and began stroking. "Time to pay off the bet!" ***End of Chapter 30*** Island Fever Ch. 31 Chapter 31: "Bumblepuppy" ***** While making my routine rounds through the guest corridor in the mansion on this lovely Wednesday evening, I realized that there were gentle sounds of passion emanating from within one of the rooms as I passed by its entrance. Forever the intrusive type, I pressed my ear to the door and listened curiously. Recognizing those unique, delicate moans, I knew that Lindsay was definitely in there. There was some type of erotic pleasure being delivered to her body. But who was with her? Which of the ladies was causing her to moan out in such arousal? Kristanna? Devon? Amy? All three of them? Surely, it could not have been Trish. Needing to know the answer, I gingerly turned the handle - not wanting to be heard - and opened the door just a crack. With a clear view of the center portion of the guest suite, my eyes nearly exploded from their sockets at what I saw. I also quickly realized that I had stumbled onto quite the literal treasure trove here! Lindsay - the darling, fresh-faced 18-year-old - was completely nude and all splayed out upon the bed, her legs parted and knees in the air. She had a hand stuffed between those firm, lithe thighs, with a trio of fingers massaging the swollen folds of her tender pussy. With no one else in the room, I came to the conclusion that those pleasurable groans I had heard earlier had been strictly self-induced. Lindsay did not yet realize that I was standing at the entrance to her private room, with the door open just far enough for to peak in and spy on her. I smiled inwardly as my cock began to stir and rustle about within my trousers. How long had Lindsay been masturbating? Seconds? Minutes? How long would it be before she knew that I was watching her? Whatever the case, I could tell that Lindsay definitely enjoyed the stimulation which she was currently providing herself. Laying flat on her back, her pelvis was twitching and squirming about as she busily fingered her moist pussy. At the same time, Lindsay used her opposite hand to cup and squeeze one of her taut, firm breasts. It was a private moment, indeed, but I felt compelled to watch... "Oh yeah," the blonde swooned, as her body continued to shudder and vibrate underneath her own caresses. By now, there was a definite lump within my trousers, and it needed to be tended to. I sighed as well, reaching down and pressing my open palm upon the aching bulge. I rubbed it, which helped release some of the tension within myself. A hot, hungry mouth would do a much better job, though... Lindsay reluctantly withdrew her long, slender fingers from the silken joining of her thighs, but then smiled as her blue eyes focused upon the hand-held dildo which was perched upon the night-stand next to the bed. She licked her lips and grinned once more, then took hold of the dildo and offered it an appreciative glare. The young woman let loose with a long, drawn-out moan as she used both hands to position the dildo between her thighs. Then, she began to slide its thick, monstrous tip up and down the glistening, soaked folds of her little slit. I thought for sure that Lindsay was going to pierce her pussy with that humungous dildo, and go to town with it. Instead, she did something I never once thought imaginable. "Hi Mr. Gordo!" Lindsay squealed, turning her head and focusing all of her attention upon the teddy bear which was laying near her hip. Mr. Gordo, it should be noted, was perhaps Lindsay's most prized possession. The stuffed animal had been a fixture in her life since pre-school. "How is Mr. Gordo doing?" Lindsay asked, laying the dildo upon the mattress beside her right leg and then bringing the teddy bear to her chest, and embracing it warmly. Again, I smiled to myself. I had never seen Lindsay actually speak to Mr. Gordo like this before. I thought nothing of it, however. I figured that Lindsay could act a little strange or weird because she thought she was alone - and no one was watching her. Everyone does strange things in private... "What was that, Mr. Gordo?" Lindsay chirped, smiling, as she held the teddy bear's face close to her ear. "Really? You'd really do that for me? OH ... you're a great friend!" An instant later, my jaw literally hit the floor as Lindsay used both hands to hold Mr. Gordo upside-down, then guide its brown, furry face between her widespread thighs. She let out a passion-filled moan while moving the teddy bear over and across her exposed pussy, its plastic nub of a nose caressing her little, swollen clitoris. "Hmmmmm..." Lindsay sighed in response, her hips starting to slowly undulate once again. "Oh, Mr. Gordo ... you love my pussy, don't you?" She giggled and added, "You've ALWAYS helped me get off like this..." Obviously, I watched in shocked silence as Lindsay used her cherished, life-long friend of a teddy bear to help her masturbate. I always thought that Lindsay was perhaps a little too old to be so attached to a stuffed animal like Mr. Gordo, but apparently she had a good reason to be. "Oh yeah!" Lindsay squealed, her movements and actions becoming more heated. "Oh yeah, FUCK ME! Yes, Mr. Gordo! Fuck me! Fuck me with your face! OOOOOH YEAH ... YESSSSS!" Indeed, Lindsay continued to rub the teddy bear's face over and across her puffy, moist slit. At the same time, the bulge within my trousers now felt as though it was set to burst. I could not believe how incredibly naughty it was for Lindsay to be using her teddy bear in a manner such as this. It was very exciting for me to watch, too! Unable to control myself any longer, I stepped into the guest bedroom and offered Lindsay a big, toothy grin. I just had to make my presence known. "I finally understand why Mr. Gordo is so important to you, dear..." Lindsay sat up suddenly with a look of sheer embarrassment upon her beautiful face. Perhaps on instinct, she tossed the teddy bear elsewhere. But a split-second later, Lindsay realized that she had been caught. I had been watching her. "Oh God..." she cried, covering her face with both hands and shaking her head in shame. "I ... oh God ... this is so embarrassing!" She shook her head once more and whined, "Oh God, Jeremy ... why? How long were you there? Why?" "It's okay, sweetheart," I offered in my most soothing tone, slowly walking over to the bed and joining her there. I reached down and picked Mr. Gordo up off the floor, and put it upon the mattress next to Lindsay. I also realized that the stuffed animal had a bit of moisture on its face... "This is so embarrassing!" she reiterated, still whining, while looking at me through a sheet of tears. "I ... NO ONE has EVER seen me use Mr. Gordo like that before." Lindsay gulped her throat and sobbed, "It was my se-se-secret..." Suddenly, I felt awful. I took Lindsay into my arms and held her gently, saying, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't come here with the exact intention to spy on you. I was just walking by in the hallway and when I heard noises from outside the door, I just had to peak inside." I retrieved Mr. Gordo with my right hand and placed it against Lindsay's bare, flat stomach, allowing her to hold it there. She clutched it with both hands, but again shook her head as I slowly but surely ended our embrace. "This is so embarrassing!" Lindsay repeated. "God, please don't tell Devon or Amy about this, Jeremy!" She paused and added, "Devon is always teasing me because I keep Mr. Gordo here in my room. Devon would have a field day teasing me if she knew that I used Mr. Gordo to help get off. And Amy? OH GOD ... Amy would NEVER let me hear the end of it! Please, Jeremy! PLEASE! Please don't tell either of them!" "Sweetheart..." I offered, grinning, while shaking my own head at her. "Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell." I kissed her on the cheek and gently added, "I would never do anything to hurt or embarrass you in front of the others." "I'm embarrassed now," she fretted, glancing down at the stuffed animal, before turning her attention back toward me. "I, oh God ... you SEEN me doing that with Mr. Gordo!" I smiled and responded, "There is no reason to feel that way, honey. I would never look down upon you for anything. Trust me, your secret is safe. I won't let anyone know. You have my word that I will not tell anyone." "Isn't it kind of weird, though?" she asked, her anxiety seeming to fade away with my reassuring words. "I mean ... me, using my teddy bear like that? Isn't it strange?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "All of us do strange things at one time or another." "You promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked, her eyes wide, obviously wanting clarification. "Of course I promise," I grinned. "Would I ever lie to you, Lindsay? Have I ever lied to you?" "No, you haven't," Lindsay answered, taking a deep breath. I smiled at her again. "How long have you been using your teddy bear to masturbate and pleasure yourself?" She pouted and replied, "Since I was 13 or 14. Mr. Gordo was my dildo before I even knew what a dildo was. He was my way to get off. I ... I've always loved the feel of his face on my pussy. He ... can still make me cream my pussy today." "Is this the reason you still have him around?" Lindsay hesitated, then offered a sheepish grin and nodded her head. "Yes, it is. Ninety percent of the reason, yes. He can help get me off when I'm feeling incredibly horny, and there is no one else around." I cupped her face with my right hand, and wiped away some of her excess tears with my thumb and forefinger. "Not only are you adorable, Miss Lindsay, but you are also priceless. I would have never guessed. You ... and your teddy bear." "You sure you don't think it's too strange or wrong?" "Wrong?" I smiled. "Not at all, dear. Not at all. I think it is wonderful!" Lindsay hesitated before admitting, "Mr. Gordo has always helped me get off. I know it's really naughty for me to do this but sometimes, I ... I ... I just can't help myself." "Hmmmmm," I groaned, while holding the 18-year-old in my arms and gently kissing the crown of her head. "So very adorable, Lindsay. And so priceless! You'll never know just how much." I smiled and added, "I only wish that you told me that you had a furry, little friend for a lover long before now. I like to know about these things." "Mr. Gordo?" Lindsay giggled. "He is NOT my lover!" "You sure talked to Mr. Gordo like he is your lover," I countered, teasing her, which actually made the blonde's face flush red with embarrassment. "You were begging a stuffed animal to fuck you, and help you get off." To ease her level of embarrassment, I kissed Lindsay on the cheek and told her, "You should have let me know, sweetheart." "You want to know everything about me, don't you?" she responded in a huff, albeit in a playful manner. "Of course I do," I told her, grinning. "I want to know all of your nasty, little secrets. I want us to share and be open with each other. I want to know everything, baby. I've told you that since you first came here." "You know a whole lot already," Lindsay mused. "And as far as nasty, little secrets, none are worse than what you just caught me doing with Mr. Gordo." "Teddy bears are not meant to be used as masturbation toys," I said, grinning, now eyeing her tender, nubile body. She was absolutely flawless - from head to toe. "Obviously, they can be. You've given me ample proof of that, honey. Do you have any other secrets you can share with me?" Lindsay paused for a moment, then shook her head. "Not really, Jeremy. This was about the only thing that I really kept from you, or anyone else, for that matter. Honestly." She hesitated once more before saying, "You're quite the inquisitive one. How about you tell me your secrets, huh?" I grinned at her. "I'll tell you something, sweetheart, but I guess it's not all that much of a secret." "What is it?" Still smiling, I responded, "I find you irresistible. The way you look; the way you talk and act. The way you smell. The way you smile when you laugh. Your eyes, your hair; everything. Everything about you, I find totally and 100 percent completely irresistible." "That's no secret," Lindsay giggled. "Very sweet, but certainly no secret." She paused and added, "But with every nice thing you say about me, I can say the same about you." "Will you do me a favor, Lindsay?" "What? I'll do anything for you, Jeremy. You know that." "Show me exactly how Mr. Gordo can get you off." Lindsay's face turned red at the mere idea. "Oh, I don't know, Jeremy. It's ... that's so private. I ... really don't mind masturbating for you. You know that. But Mr. Gordo..." "Show me," I asked again, my tone soft and respectful. I kissed Lindsay on the forehead and murmured, "I want to see." Not waiting for her to answer, I rose up to my knees and slid in directly behind her back. Now seated upon my knees, I placed both arms around Lindsay from behind and gently pulled her shoulders against my chest. I kissed the crown of her head and pleaded, "Show me, sweetheart. I want to see." Lindsay squealed and fretted about for a moment or two, but then looked over her shoulder at me and slowly nodded her head. "This ... I never thought I'd show someone," she quaked, holding her precious teddy bear to her chest. "You can trust me," I told her, my hands sliding downward and coming into contact with her breasts. "You do know that you can trust me, yes?" I cupped and squeezed both of them, causing her to moan out in response. "Show me how Mr. Gordo helps you get off. C'mon ... please show me." Lindsay sighed and took a deep breath, but nodded her head once more. Holding it upside-down in front of her nude body, Lindsay eventually moved the stuffed animal inbetween her spread thighs. At the same time, I groped and massaged those wondrous breasts even harder than before with my hands, while splaying a series of kisses along her neck and shoulder. "Hmmmmm," the teen-ager moaned, pressing the back of her head hard upon my chest, as Mr. Gordo's face brushed over and across her swollen slit. "Oh yeah..." Lindsay squealed, continually rubbing herself, as I retrieved the huge dildo she had used earlier from beside her right leg. "Open up," I whispered, moving the dildo toward Lindsay's mouth. She parted her lips on request, and I immediately slipped the dildo into her mouth. Lindsay turned her head and looked back at me for a moment, but then began to suck and slurp on the dildo as if it were a real cock. The vixen growled as I then started to thrust the dildo in-and-out of her hungry mouth at a brisk, steady pace. At the same time, I still used my left hand to eagerly cup and squeeze one of her breasts. Lindsay's moans and squeals were becoming more prevalent as the passion level within her was rapidly increasing. Her movements as she busily frigged her pussy with Mr. Gordo's face (and perhaps more importantly, his plastic nose) were becoming more animated. And lastly, the sounds of sheer hunger and lust emanating from deep within her throat as she sucked and slurped upon the steel-encased dildo was music to my ears. "His nose is what gets you the most - isn't it?" I asked Lindsay, obviously referring to her teddy bear. She gave me a simple nod in response as I watched the plastic nub caress and stroke her little clitoris. I kissed Lindsay on the neck once more, then blew in her ear and nibbled it gently. "You are a bad, bad girl," I whispered in that ear. "You can act all sweet and righteous, and innocent, but down deep, you are a bad girl and you will always be a bad girl. After Mr. Gordo has his way with you, missy, there's really only one thing left for me to do to you." "Fuck me?" she garbled, her mouth full. "No," I leisurely grinned, shaking my head. "Something even better." I gave her breasts a hard, unrelenting squeeze and explained, "I'm going to punish you for being so bad. I am going to put you over my knee, and give you a spanking." "Hmmmmm," Lindsay moaned in response, momentarily closing her eyes, as she began to suck on the dildo even harder. Of course, Lindsay had really gotten off in the past when Amy would brutally whip and punish her with various devices. I had a new-found interest in BDSM of my own, thanks to Amy, and wanted to dive a little deeper into the idea of administering pain and the power exchange associated with it. I figured that Lindsay would be a willing subject for me. "It's not going to be a nice, little pleasure spanking, either," I advised her, my eyes darting about the room and then focusing on a thick-bristled hairbrush laying atop the adjacent dresser drawer. I smiled at the sight, then warned her, "I know that you like things a little rough, so I'm going to see about pushing some of your limits tonight." Lindsay was squirming and writhing about in wanton desire as my words, not to mention Mr. Gordo and the thrusting dildo within her mouth, had finally pushed her to the proverbial edge. I jammed the dildo deep into her willing mouth, then moved my right hand downward and let it re-join my left in giving her exotic breasts a feverish, dual massage. An instant later, Lindsay squealed upon the submerged dildo as her entire body tensed up and went rigid against me. She then spit the dildo out from her mouth and cried, "Oh fuck, I'm CUMMING! FUUUUUCK!" I smiled and looked on with adoring eyes as Lindsay clutched her thighs around Mr. Gordo's probing head, just before her pussy literally exploded in a sea of passion. I continued massaging her breasts as she squirmed about upon me, her pussy creaming the face and head of her teddy bear. Still smiling, I brought a hand to Lindsay's chin and cupped it in a loving manner. The teen-ager responded to that by sliding my right index finger into her mouth and sucking upon it. Her head bobbed back-and-forth upon that extended finger as the sensations of orgasmic release slowly but surely began to dissipate within her. Once in the aftermath, I withdrew my finger from between Lindsay's moist, pink lips and moved that hand downward. I retrieved Mr. Gordo from the silken joining of her thighs, then laughed at the mere sight of its furry face and head. As could be expected, it was saturated with pussy juice. "Thank you," I whispered in her ear, kissing it. "Thank you for allowing me in on your quote - nasty, little secret. You're so precious to me." "Are you still going to punish me?" "You know I am," was my response to her hopeful plea, as I momentarily stood up and retrieved the aforementioned hairbrush from the nearby dresser drawer. Fortunately, Lindsay did not see me. I wanted the hairbrush to be a surprise - even if a somewhat painful one. "I LOVE being spanked," the enchantress cooed, a definite smile on her face. "I wish you still allowed Amy to dominate me the way she used to, Jeremy. I had SO MUCH fun with her. But I understand why you don't want her to be dominant now." I moved to the edge of the mattress and promptly pulled Lindsay down across my lap. She sighed quickly and sharply, suddenly finding herself draped across my knee with each half of her body hanging off into space. On one side, Lindsay had an up-close and personal view of the carpet. On the other, her legs were dangling, not quite able to reach the floor. "Give me your hand," I instructed her, taking her right and pinning it to the small of her back. With my free hand, I grabbed Mr. Gordo and tossed it to the floor beneath her face. "Do you know why I am going to punish you?" Lindsay did not hesitate as she swung her head back to look at me with a gleeful smile. "Because I'm a bad girl!" "You have a safe-word," I explained to her, "and it is bumblepuppy. You say that word, and I will immediately stop whatever I am doing and let you free. Understand?" "Why do I need a safe-word?" she asked, totally confused. Island Fever Ch. 31 "Do you understand?" I insisted, my patience growing thin. "Yes. But ... bumblepuppy?" I started spanking her immediately. I offered no warm-up or build, either, as I used a good amount of force with each heavy, wristy stroke of the hairbrush upon her unsuspecting backside. Lindsay immediately yelped and shrieked in pain, her feet snapping upward to try and protect herself. It did not last, however, as I shoved them back down and then scissored her legs between my calves so she could not do that again. Then I brought the hairbrush down upon her ass again. The ensuing sounds she made quickly became frantic and high-pitched. Lindsay tried her best to move her captured hand, clawing and grabbing at empty air, as I held it in place at the small of her back. She was quite the feisty thing, though, and managed to move her hand to her side. "Stop fighting," I instructed her, reaffirming my grip ten-fold on that hand and forcing it back into place. It was not moving an inch now. I would not let it. "I was only going to give you 20 swats, but now we are starting over from the beginning and I will give you 30 instead." I pelted her with the hairbrush and counted, "One." "That hurts!" Lindsay cried, her entire body contracting all at once. "Oh God, that hurts!" "Two." "Jeremy!" she whined. "Please ... please stop!" "Three." Lindsay was unable to hold still now. She bucked and thrashed about beneath me, twisting wildly and doing her best to break free. It was not easy, but I was able to hold her no matter how much she struggled. Those sharp, stinging blows from the hairbrush never slowed, never wavered and never, ever missed. Lindsay shouted. She shrieked. She cried. She burst into tears and then she just sobbed. The hairbrush was the true equalizer. "Bumblepuppy," I reminded her. "Say your safe-word if you truly want me to stop, and I will." Lindsay cried and wailed about, but did not utter a word as I rained biting fire all over her squirming backside. Every fresh, crisp smack of those hard, thick bristles upon exposed, vulnerable flesh was fanning the flames of the bonfire even more. To Lindsay's credit - through all of the writhing, kicking, flailing, sobbing and, most of all, the pain - she did not even attempt to say the magic word once. When it was over, I set the hairbrush aside. Lindsay was limp across my knee, crying so hard that she could barely catch her breath. I placed my hand upon her upturned ass, and did my best to caress and soothe away some of the hurt. "Shhhhh, it's over," I grinned, eyeing her burnt, raw flesh. "It's okay, honey. That was 30. You're safe now." "No, I'm not," she wept, her shoulders jerking and shaking. "Yes, you are." I pulled Lindsay up so she was seated upon my knee. I ran my fingers through her long-flowing blonde hair, then coaxed her face down across my shoulder as she cupped her own bottom with both hands and squeezed tightly and evenly. "That hurt!" she complained through clenched teeth. "I know it hurt," I told her. "It was supposed to hurt. But you loved every minute of it, and took it like a pro." "What makes you s-say th-that?" I kissed the top of her head and caressed the small of her back with my right hand. "Easy, sweetheart. You could have said your safe-word at any given moment, but you chose not to. You accepted your punishment like a good girl should." "Now I'm a good g-girl?" I smiled, then reached down and picked Mr. Gordo up off of the floor. I brought the stuffed animal between us and pressed it to Lindsay's stomach. She responded by taking it with both arms and lovingly clutching it to her. "Not only am I proud of you, honey, but so is Mr. Gordo." The young woman laughed and cried at the same time, now reaching back with one hand and caressing her aching bottom. "Was I too rough?" I asked, brushing her hair to the side so I could better see her face. "Did it hurt too much?" Lindsay sniffed her nose, then shook her head in response. That was all the affirmation I needed. I smiled, knowing this little experiment of mine had been a success. "You like it when I get all rough and dominant with you?" "I l-love it," she answered, her forehead now resting upon my shoulder. "I wish you were th-this way more often. You are ... you are very good at it, Jeremy, when you want to be." "Stand," I directed her, my voice firm and authoritative. Lindsay seemed a bit wobbly and off-balance, but she was able to do as she was told. The precious minx, needless to say, was a complete and total wreck. Her mascara was ruined from the endless rush of tears, and I got the sense that every inch of her body was throbbing and full of sensations. It all started, of course, with that smoldering ass. "You're a mess," I told her. "We need to get you cleaned up." I pointed toward the nearby washroom. "Go." Lindsay made eye contact with me and kept still for several seconds, but soon turned and gingerly made her way toward the washroom. I followed close behind, paying special attention to her reddened backside, but moved ahead once she stepped inside and opened the shower stall door for her. The 18-year-old looked back at me once again, but said nary a word as she stepped into the shower. She wiped tears from her right eye as I took the portable showerhead down long enough to turn its water on and adjust the temperature. When I hung it back up, Lindsay stood still as the spray hit between her shoulders and water rushed down her body. "Too hot? Too cold?" "It's perfect," she muttered. "Hands on the wall." Lindsay gulped her throat, but again did as she was told. She moved to the back of the shower and placed both hands upon the wall. "Look straight ahead," I instructed her, adjusting the shower nozzle so it was aimed at her shoulders. I quickly got rid of my own clothing and stepped into the shower as well, closing the glass door with a soft click before I moved in behind her. I stroked her scalp, combing my fingers through her hair, pulling the long tresses back across her shoulder and into the streaming rush of water. "Face the wall," I reiterated when she began to look back. Lindsay offered a pout of frustration, but re-focused her gaze upon the gray stone tiles in front of her and did not dare move her hands. I could tell that she wanted a glimpse or two (or many) of my own nude form. "Tip your head back," I ordered, taking the showerhead down from the wall. "Tip it back further." Lindsay raised her eyes to the ceiling, but then closed them and sighed in obvious pleasure once I wet her hair with the shower nozzle. I smoothed my hands down the long blonde tresses, careful to keep both the water and the soap out of her eyes as I dutifully washed her hair. It should go without saying that Lindsay had never been in the shower with a man like this before. All of the earlier discomfort and anxiety from her discipline spanking just seemed to melt and fade away as I ran my thick, heavy hands through her hair, soaping, stroking and massaging them away. I washed and rinsed, then washed again, but did not say a single word. I worked the conditioner into her hair until every silky, wavy strand was thoroughly coated. Her hair was long and thick. It took an awful lot of conditioner, but I also took my sweet time, letting it set while I gently combed out the tangles and rinsed again. Running my fingers through her hair over and over again, I gathered it in my hands and deftly twisted it upward into a loose bun on top of her head where I pinned it with two clips. "Hips back and feet apart," I instructed her. "Make sure you keep your hands flat on that wall." I opened up a brand new bar of soap and lathered my hands with it. I washed Lindsay's body much as I had her hair. From the top of her shoulders and down her arms, to the length of her fingers, from her breasts all the way down to the bottom of her bare feet, I left no part untouched. The soap made my hands slippery and thus, in turn, her skin silken. Lindsay seemed to be floating somewhere high in the clouds as I scrubbed and prodded every square inch of her immaculate body. She was jolted back to reality, however, once I grasped her hips with both hands and slipped my cock between the lush, inviting folds of her pussy. "Oh God!" she moaned in response, but still not looking back at me. I moved my face to her shoulder and offered it a kiss, then squeezed her hips even tighter and began to thrust my way in-and-out of her at a hard, frenetic pace. In no time flat, the slap of our meeting bodies filled the shower. I wrapped my right arm tightly around her waistline and placed my fingers upon her clitoris. Lindsay began to grunt and scream in response, her own body and inner emotions reacting violently to what I was doing to her. One more time I must point out, though, that her hands never moved from the wall, nor did she turn her head to look back at me. Indeed, Lindsay's potential as a submissive was unlimited. Perhaps she would be a fine pet for the right person - whether it be male or female - one day. I absolutely blasted that tiny 5-foot-3, 95 pound frame of hers until there was nothing left for me to give. After jamming my cock into her one final time - to the absolute hilt, mind you - I roared out in total desire as I experienced one of my most intense orgasms in quite some time. I could feel the sperm gushing outward from the tip of my shaft, filling and flooding her womb like only it should. I teetered on the very brink of madness, and felt for an instant that I would pass out from this very extreme level of pleasure. At the same time, Lindsay seemed to let herself go as well. She leaned forward and pressed the side of her face upon the shower wall and screamed out in her own orgasmic passion, only for her magnificent body to then go rigid seconds later. In the aftermath, I stumbled forward and trapped Lindsay's body between the wall and my own. I used her for support to hold myself up, my cock still embedded deep within her pussy. My breathing was quite ragged and labored, and my heart was beating at a rapid pace. Still, I caressed that beautiful, tortured ass of hers with my right hand and placed a kiss upon the back of her neck. It looked marvelous being on display, with her blonde hair pinned up into the bun. "That was incredible, sweetheart." The submissive grasped my right hand and pulled it to her mouth, then kissed it. She licked and swiped away at my index finger, saying, "Please tell me that you're going to stay with me and spend the night, Jeremy. Please!" "I'm not letting you out of my sight tonight," I declared, which caused the young woman to growl and moan in delight. "Nor am I done with you." I latched onto her ass with my left hand and added, "I think you need some more discipline. You're so bad, honey. You're so bad ... yet you're so good." "That spanking..." she breathed, her voice suddenly weak and hoarse. "I didn't know you had that in you, Jeremy!" "You and the other girls are helping me discover a brand new side of myself," I informed her, again kissing her neck. "I am learning new things about myself almost every day now." Lindsay ground her sweet ass upon my pelvis in a lewd, suggestive manner, then boldly proclaimed, "I want to be your sex slave from now until the end of eternity!" ***End of Chapter 31*** Island Fever Ch. 32 Chapter 32: "Trepidation" ------------------------------------------- "Oh my goodness..." I said at 11:20am on this patriotic day - the Fourth of July - as when I was in the process of finishing up the dishes here in the kitchen, I turned and was graced with the vision of pure loveliness more commonly known as Trish. The Heaven-sent angel was decked out in a long-sleeved button-up blouse, its color white, and a pair of blue jeans. Her simple, yet very attractive outfit was topped off with black sandals (and no socks). No amount of words could ever emphasize just how insanely gorgeous and beautiful this woman truly was. Trish was a goddess. "Hi honey ... I'm home," Trish chided me, her head tilted to the side. She sashayed over to me and grasped both of my hands with her own. "Did I thank Louisa for breakfast? The parfait she fixed - with the vanilla yogurt, pineapples and mandarin oranges mixed together, and cereal on top - was delicious. I gotta try making that myself some day." "You thanked Louisa four or five times," I reminded her. Trish pointed toward the remaining dishes that were in the kitchen sink. "I can't believe you enjoy doing dishes, Jeremy. I never thought anyone who had two billion dollars to their name would like washing dishes. People with two dollars to their name hate them. Two cents..." "I told you, sweetheart, that when I lived in New Jersey, I used to work at Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was back in the day - when I was still in high school. But each night I worked, I did all the dishes. For whatever reason, I loved it. People I worked with, they got out of my way each night and let me do them. They all hated doing the dishes. It was either do the dishes or mop the dining room floor." I paused, then again took in the sight of Trish in the white blouse and blue jeans. "Do you know that you're beautiful?" Trish smiled and glanced downward for a moment. "I think you look better in simple, regular clothes than you do in one of your mini-dresses or bikini outfits." "Now NO ONE has ever said that to me before!" I laughed at her and shrugged my shoulders in response. "What can I say? I'm a unique guy." Trish was grinning from ear-to-ear now. "Guess what?" "What?" "I just spoke to Kristanna," Trish beamed. "She said that you, dear Jeremy, belong to ME today. I get to spend the entire day with you, and we can do as we please." "Yes, indeed. Kristanna went over that with me earlier as well. I have long wanted the opportunity for a day like this with you. I would to talk about your future and the plans that you have as your time on the island winds down. In 11 days, you and the others are supposed to return home. I'd like to talk to you about that, Trish." "Oh? What do you mean?" "Later. We'll talk about it later." "Can I tell you something, Jeremy?" "You can tell me anything." Trish smiled. "This island of yours has been an absolute dream-come-true for me. Never mind the fact that it has come with its drawbacks - Lindsay shooting me down the way she did, then Pamela and Camille deciding to leave at the drop of a dime. It's still been a dream-come-true for me. The sun, the beach, the ocean, the views, the peaceful solitude we have here ... it truly is like living in paradise. Then there is you and Kristanna. I could not have asked for two better hosts for these six weeks than you and her." "Almost makes you dread the idea of going back home to Toronto in 11 days, doesn't it?" The 30-year-old shrugged her shoulders and cooed, "Yeah..." Trish squealed with delight as I placed both hands upon her waist and lifted her upward, then set her down upon the kitchen countertop. Trish's thighs parted once I stepped in and offered her lips a bold, but very brief kiss. With my left hand on her knee and my right clutching one of her own, I stepped back from Trish and presented her with a heartwarming smile. "I have a nickname for you. It just now came to me. This will be your nickname from now on." "Oh? What is it?" "Sunshine." "Sunshine?" I nodded my head at her. "Yes, sunshine. You are always so happy and vibrant, Trish, and so full of life. The name fits you perfectly." I paused for a moment, but then added, "Do you know what my favorite part about you is?" Trish's brown eyes swelled with interest. "What?" "Anyone can look at you and easily see how beautiful you are, and those who know you personally realize what a truly good and caring person you are. But the thing about you that stands out to me more than anything else? Your smile. There are those who smile, but get rid of it right away. There are those who smile, and then it kind of drifts off their face. And then there are those rare ones who smile, and it will just stay in the air and make you feel better. That's you, Trish. You are like an eternal ray of sunshine to me. I've always felt that way about you." "Wow ... thank you," was her heartfelt response, as she quickly wiped away a single tear from her right eye. Trish wrapped both arms around me for a quick-hitting embrace, then pulled back and offered me a smile so vivid that it literally created pictures as it danced across the kitchen. "You and I are going to have some fun today, sunshine." Although she seemed to appreciate the new pet name I had given her, Trish was silent for several seconds. She then nodded her head and mused, "Sunshine, huh? Well, you are my snookie wookum weetie bunny bear!" "What?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide. Trish giggled at my animated reaction. "Yes! You are my one and only SNOOKIE WOOKUM WEETIE BUNNY BEAR! Snookie!" I grasped Trish's waist with my hands once again and then pulled her down from the countertop. I found her lips with my own for yet another kiss and smiled warmly at her. "I'll be your snookers wooky ... whatever you said, Trish. I will be anything that you want me to be." I placed my hands upon her chin and tenderly stroked her lips with my thumbs. "You get to be my boyfriend today!" I laughed at her proclamation. "We better be glad that Kristanna and Devon are not the jealous type. Else, you and I may wind up in a lot of trouble." "Kristanna said you belong to me today," she reiterated. "Kristanna said you belong to ME," I corrected her in a playful manner. "Not the other way around." There was a momentary stretch of silence between us, but Trish soon grinned as she reached around my body and pulled the plug in the sink full of water. "Listen up, dish-pan hands," she announced. "The rest of the dishes can wait until later. No more dishes for you today." "How would you like ... an ice cream sundae?" I said to Trish, extending my hand. "A nice, hot day like today ... I bet you could go for one. I'll even make it up for you." "Ice cream sundae, with chopped walnuts?" she requested. "Of course," I responded, nodding my head. I clasped her right hand with mine and guided her out of the kitchen. "I will fix you a sundae ... and then you and I could take a little trip to the beach. Sound good to you, sunshine?" "Oh yes..." Trish replied, her tone emphatic. ------- The incoming tide was a little stronger than usual today, but that certainly did not stop Trish from donning a yellow two-piece bikini and venturing out into the ocean. Perched upon a series of towels, I stayed ashore and simply watched Trish as she frolicked and played in the water like a child. More often than not, the 30-year-old angel maintained eye contact with me. She squirmed and rolled about near the water's edge as a constant, heavy surf bombarded her body. At times, Trish got down on all fours and crawled about. She also touched herself on occasion - gently caressing and squeezing a breast through her bikini top - all the while smiling and giggling up a storm. "It's a lot different here than it is in Toronto, huh?" I called out to her, grinning. "Six months from now, you'll be knee-deep in snow, I'm sure. But here? Here it will be the same as it is now - sun, sand, beaches, the ocean." "This is why everyone dreams of going on vacation in a place like this!" Trish squealed, as another wave crashed into her from behind. "And don't remind me about the snow. I shoveled enough of it earlier this year to last an entire lifetime!" The next wave was much more powerful, and even flipped her from her hands and knees over to her backside. It was quite a funny little scene to watch, actually. The look on her face afterward was priceless. Trish had the body of a beach bunny. Yes, a beach bunny. Trish exuded a certain type of athletic sexuality that was impossible to resist. But her cover-girl looks and were just a small sample of how enchanting she truly was. With her 5-foot-4, 118 pound frame, and that sun-browned skin - not to mention her warm demeanor and genuine smile - I saw no reason why Trish had not found that special someone in life yet. She was too good of a person to have languished for 30 years without finding her own soul-mate to settle with. Trish would claim the reason it was because she tended to be overly clingy and possessive when it came to dating and relationships. All one would have to do for an example would be look at the way she wanted to monopolize Lindsay and all of her free time. I still did not buy it, though. I figured there were millions of people out there who would give almost anything to be with a woman this gorgeous and captivating. "The island really is Heaven on Earth," I called out. "It will be difficult for me to finally leave it when the time comes. I'm not quite certain where Kristanna, Devon and myself are actually moving to yet, but I certainly hope it resembles this island in many ways." "Why would you possibly move from here?" "It's what is best for our future children," I advised her. "We want them to grow up healthy and right, with others around in the same age group for them to play and be with." I smiled at her and coyly asked, "What do you think about being a parent one day, Miss Trish?" The exotic blonde sat up in the water and offered me a curious glare. "Well ... you know I love kids. I would like to have two before the ol' biological clock runs out." She giggled and continued, "I can just envision you, Kristanna and Devon with six or seven little kids running around." I smiled. "That's a happy thought." The bright sunshine continued reigning down upon Trish as she again dropped to all fours and began approaching me ashore. Once the short distance was finally closed, Trish stayed on her hands and knees, then lunged forward and gave me a soft, intimate kiss upon the lips. "Can I ask you something, Jeremy?" "Sure." "Are you physically attracted to me?" I made a face. "Huh?" How could she ask such a question? "Of course I am, Trish! What brought that on?" "You've never made a single move on me," Trish explained. "Do you have something against having sex with me, Jeremy? I have been on this island for over a month now, and I have had sex with you just two times. The first time was when we were with Lindsay, and you took her virginity. You were focused on her, obviously, which is fine. The second time was during that big orgy we had in your bedroom with you. But I was just one of seven girls with you all at once, and I probably got lost in the crowd." "If Lindsay did not invite me to your bedroom that day," Trish continued, "and I decided not to take part in that massive orgy, I would have never been with you at all. And still, I don't think you would have made a single move on me." Trish offered me a disapproving glare and concluded, "Is there something wrong with me?" "There is NOTHING wrong with you, Trish," I implored. "My God ... you are so beautiful! Nothing wrong at all!" "Then why don't you want to have sex with me?" "I never said that." Trish seemed upset now. "If you and Lindsay so much as even look at one another, Jeremy, both of your clothes are off within seconds and you are going at it like caged lions." She shook her head and pressed on, "I heard you and Lindsay through the walls last night. You and her were up until two o'clock in the morning, just ravaging each other." "How many times have you had sex with Amy?" she wondered. "I guarantee you it is a lot more than just two." Trish shook her head once again. "I have not even been with you in a one-on-one setting yet, Jeremy. You drop anything and everything if Lindsay or Amy come calling, but I cannot get you to even make a single pass at me. Why is that?" I took a deep breath and sighed, then shook my head. "I look at you differently than I do the other girls, Trish. I just ... I don't know." "What?" she demanded. "I freely admit there are times when I wonder why you're not as aggressive and as forceful with me as you are with the others. Call it jealousy if you like, I do not care. But I see how you treat them ... the way you look at them. Me? Sometimes it seems you look at me like I'm your sister or something ... totally platonic. Just makes me wonder if something is wrong ... with me." "You're just such a good person," I tried to explain. "A good and genuine, exceptional person ... full of class and dignity, if you ask me. I ... I felt the same way ... about Pamela. She and I did not have sex all that often, either. It was not paramount for our relationship, and what we had. I was content and happy to just be around her. It's kind of the same way I feel about you." Trish was suddenly crestfallen. "So you're not physically attracted to me? Not at all?" "Of course I am!" was my response. "I could lose myself in you and your body. I really could. I just ... I don't want you to think that I look at you as an object. I don't want you to think that sex is all that matters to me." I growled and went on, "But you're so ... you're so beautiful. I'm afraid I could get lost in you, Trish. Addicted to you. I would not be able to control myself. Then you might start to think that I'm after you because of your body, and that could affect the one thing about us that is more important than anything else to me - our friendship." I could not believe the things that I saying to Trish right now. Remarkably, I was not finished yet, either. "For as beautiful as you are on the outside, Trish, I think you are a million times more beautiful on the inside." The 30-year-old brought both hands to her mouth and covered it in momentary shock as I continued, "I could do nothing but sit and talk with you for a whole year, sweetheart, and be happy. Hold your hand and make you smile, make you laugh. Just talk. That would make ME happy. I would not need to have sex with you. All I would need is to be with you." "Do you WANT to have sex with me, Jeremy?" "Of course I do!" I told her. "I want to worship your body from head to toe. It's a work of total perfection." Trish nodded her head as if she was slowly but surely putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "But you are worried that if you have sex with me, I will eventually start to think it is all that you want?" I felt small. Inferior. "Yes..." Trish laughed. "You're one-of-a-kind, Jeremy." "I've been told that before." "You're ultra sexual with Kristanna and Devon," Trish reminded me. "Especially Kristanna. Do you have these same thoughts and feelings - the fear - for Kristanna?" "I have no fear with Kristanna," I answered. "I feel the same way about her as I do you in the fact that our friendship and everything we have built mentally and emotionally far exceeds anything else. The difference is, I am comfortable and 100 percent confidant in what I have with her. Thus, I am not afraid to be ... ultra sexual with her. I hope that makes sense to you." Trish tilted her head to the side and spoke in a gentle tone, "Can I tell you something, Jeremy?" "Anything..." "I know what you ultimately want here. I do. It is why Kristanna said I could spend the day with you. You're going to ask if I want to stay with you and her, and Devon, and not go home. Never go home. You've been hinting at it all day. You want me to stay and try to build a life with you." I shrugged my shoulders, signifying my guilt. "My body is 50 percent of who I am," she commented. "My inside - my heart, my soul, my demeanor - it is the other 50 percent of who I am. IF you want me to stay here with you, Jeremy, you HAVE to love and want 100 percent of me." "I do love and want 100 percent of you." "Not only do you need to want it," she said, "but you also need to have it. You need to TAKE it." Trish smiled and kissed me on the bridge of my nose. "You are so sweet, dear Jeremy. So incredibly sweet. I have never met a man like you. Ever." She smiled again. "I know the type of person that you are. I know you are interested in me as an actual human being. No one has ever treated me the way you do. No one has ever said the things to me that you do. No one has ever made me feel more special than you do." Trish planted a kiss on my cheek this time. "But it's okay to want me, to desire me ... to take me. It is okay to have sex with me." She shrugged her shoulders. "I want to have sex with you, Jeremy. More important than that, though, I want YOU to WANT to have sex with ME. I want you to be absolutely, 100 percent comfortable around me. There is no need for you to have any quirks about me. No need for you to be scared or insecure about how I may perceive you if you, all of a sudden, become a sex maniac." Trish smiled and offered me a warm embrace. "If that happens, I will know that no matter what, you're still Jeremy. You're still this great and wonderful man who cares about me and what I have to say, to think. Above all else, you are still the man of my dreams. The man I want to spend the rest of my life with." She giggled and ended, "There. I said it! I admit it!" I was speechless! I was not accustomed to someone being so blatantly honest and poignant, yet touching, to my face. Indeed, these six weeks with the ladies had been a Godsend for me. My life has forever changed because of it. Trish released me from her arms and offered a soothing smile. "I want you to think about what I said to you. It is one o'clock right now, Jeremy. At nine o'clock tonight, I would like to meet you in your room back at the mansion. That gives you eight hours. I want YOU to want ME tonight. I want you to TAKE me. I want to have sex with you for HOURS and HOURS, and then, afterward, I want to fall asleep in your arms and dream about you all night. One-on-one ... just you and me. No one else allowed." Her smile turned playful as she asked, "Does that sound interesting at all to you? Like something that would make you happy?" Needless to say, I had an erection now. "Yes, it d-does." Trish reached down and massaged that hard, aching lump in my shorts with her right hand, then planted a deep-rooted, needful kiss upon my lips. When our mouths parted ways, she took a few steps back upon her knees and winked an eye at me. "We're going to be each others' playthings tonight, Jeremy." With those words, Trish collapsed onto the beach beneath her and made snow angel motions upon the sand with her arms and legs. Absolutely giddy with sheer happiness, Trish then rolled her body like a bowling ball until she was back amongst the incoming tide. She giggled like a schoolgirl and even splashed water on me from afar. ------- Perhaps I did not even realize it until that discussion took place, but a part of me did not enjoy looking at Trish in any kind of a sexual manner. Indeed, it was because I was not comfortable enough to treat her in such a fashion. Those world-famous conversations she and I had shared in the past, and the ongoing friendship that went with them, was of far greater importance to me than anything I could take or gain from enjoying her body. That little part of me - the quirk - was afraid that Trish would start to think that she was exposing (and degrading) herself to me during sex. Island Fever Ch. 32 I thought Trish was such an interesting and wonderful person. The part of me that was apprehensive about having sex with her did not want to jeopardize our relationship as a whole. Trish was, in all honesty, fascinating to me. Here was a woman who yearned for the very same things that I did in life - love and happiness. A woman who, much like me, spent years silently crying out for that special someone to come along and make all the loneliness go away. Indeed, Trish was a cool chick - the coolest of chicks, mind you. She was an encyclopedia when it came to sports - especially professional hockey. Trish loved being active and doing things outdoors. And she was just so damn positive! Never before had I met someone so upbeat and positive. I wanted to hold Trish in my arms and never let her go. I wanted to chase away all of her fears and anxieties, and for there to be nothing more than a happy smile on her face at all times (and happy thoughts in her mind). She was a fascinating woman to me. A unique and special woman. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Trish was correct when she explained her body was 50 percent of who she was a whole person. The other 50 percent, of course, being her inner half. I wanted to cherish both Trish's body and soul. Sex certainly was not a bad thing, you know. I had to get past whatever fears or quirks I had about being intimate with Trish. The fact that she now realized that my thoughts about her were totally pure and genuine was a major step forward toward doing just that. ------- After a day full of frolicking upon the beach, followed by jet-skiing and scuba diving, and even a long hike throughout the forest, I escorted Trish back to the mansion at 5:30pm. She and I parted ways, but promised each other that we would meet up for our private rendezvous following dinner. Trish wanted to take a shower and relax before it was time to eat. I still felt all giddy and wonderful inside because I had spent the majority of my day thus far with Trish. I also felt hungry, however, so I decided that it would be a good idea to the raid the kitchen. My stomach had a definite empty spot, so to speak, and a pre-dinner snack would take care of it. Upon entering the kitchen, however, all thoughts of food were temporarily shoved aside because I found the lovely and insatiable Amy standing at the counter. With her back to me, I noticed that the charming red-head was busy munching on a banana. Ahh, I said to myself. How fitting. I then smiled, noticing that Amy was decked out in the same mini-skirt I had chosen for her to wear earlier this morning. For me, there was nothing quite like the allure of a beautiful woman in a mini-skirt. That was multiplied even more with Amy, simply because she looked better in one than any woman I had ever known throughout my entire life. Not only that, but Amy also loved to wear them because she was such a relentless tease and flirt. Brown and made of pure lamb suede, Amy's mini-skirt was incredibly short and even more sexy. It displayed the lush firmness and erotic texture of her rounded ass and its outline in the most exhilarating of fashions. That was my favorite part of Amy's body, you know. Her ass. That luscious ass. I wanted to frame it and put it on my wall... Grinning, I snuck up to Amy from behind and offered her backside a heavy-belted swat with my right hand. She squealed and jumped in surprise, then turned and giggled once realizing it was me. Amy chewed and swallowed down the banana pieces in her mouth and waved her hand at me. "Hi Jeremy..." "Hi sweetheart," I smiled in response. "Call me crazy, but it seems fitting that you want to munch on a banana." "You're not crazy," Amy snickered. "You're perverted. There is a difference, you know." Amy, of course, was at the opposite end of the spectrum from Trish. I had no qualms or worries when it came to Amy. One could easily claim that the relationship I had with Amy was built and laid with a foundation of sexual intimacy. Instead of working toward the idea of having sex with Trish, the exact opposite applied with Amy. I wanted to move away from it with Amy, and get to know her as a person, and vice versa. Sex was still important, mind you, but I wanted to build a strong emotional connection with Amy as well. I placed my arm around Amy's shoulder, then kissed her on the cheek. "Would you mind doing me a favor?" "I'll do anything for you, Jeremy. You know that." Ahh yes ... Amy was my submissive. I needed to remind myself of that quite often. The idea was still new to me. "I was hoping you could spend the night with Kristanna, Devon and Lindsay in one of the guest bedrooms," I told her. "I want everyone to have a room-mate tonight; no one should be left alone. Will you stay with them for me?" "I'd rather spend the night with you, Jeremy, but okay..." I smiled at her. "I promised tonight to Trish. I have really not had any one-on-one time with her since she has been here. But I suppose that changes tonight." I paused and continued, "Perhaps you and I could can spend the day together tomorrow, just as Trish and I did today?" Now Amy was the one beaming. "I'd like that very much." I broke off a piece of her banana and tasted it, but Amy quickly snarfed down the remainder of it herself. Quite a greedy little submissive, wasn't she? Perhaps I could teach Amy a proper lesson about sharing come tomorrow... "Trish is a lucky girl to be able to be with you tonight," Amy smiled, reaching out with both arms and curling them around my neck and shoulders. She embraced me warmly and reiterated, "A very lucky girl, indeed..." I moved my right hand downward and squeezed that lush, round ass. "Do you have panties on under your mini-skirt?" "Of course not!" Amy replied, sounding incredulous. "You said I am not allowed to wear panties ever again..." I lifted the hem of her mini-skirt just a bit, then snuck a few fingers underneath it. All skin, indeed. I smiled while smoothing the mini-skirt back down and into place. "Were you checking on me, Jeremy?" "Just wanted to make sure you weren't lying," I grinned. "Devon says that you are going to have me in a mini-skirt for the rest of my life," Amy snickered. "I can't believe that when we went swimming at the indoor pool yesterday, you still made me wear a mini-skirt." "You look good in them," I told her. "And it is clear to me that you love showing off in them." ------- The anxiety attack I suddenly felt concerning my impending time with Trish was interrupted when the clock beside me here in my personal suite read 8:55pm. A gentle knock upon the front entrance of my suite caused me to climb out of bed and then walk over to the door. When I opened it, my heart nearly skipped a beat and I literally began to foam at the mouth. "Trish!" was all I could say in response, as the 30-year-old beauty from Toronto stood before me now, wearing nothing but a sheer nightie and a smile upon her enchanting face. I tried to say something else, but was unable to as my eyes took in the amazing beauty that was Trish. In terms of physical appearance, I considered Trish to be a work of art. Aside from that pristine face, Trish had eyes which could truly mesmerize, along with that heartfelt smile, and an absolutely perfect complexion. Long-flowing blonde hair cascaded across her slender neck and shoulders, nearly going down to the mid-point of her back in stylish, exotic waves. I quickly realized that the sheer nightie Trish had on, which was a virginal white color, was a nice contrast to the hot and alluring come-hither expression that she now glared at me with. I felt a series of erotic chills shooting down my spine, and spreading to various other points of my body. I could tell that it was going to be a memorable night. Trish's breasts were so large and beautiful (a 36d cup), yet at the same time, hers were amazingly firm and toned. They looked most enticing, too, snugly nestled underneath the lacey, see-through fabric of her little nightie. As evidenced by her lean, perfectly-proportioned legs, the countless number of hours that Trish had spent outside since her arrival on the island had given her a spectacular tan. The white nightie she wore was so small and short that it (literally) did not even have a hemline. Thus, I could tell that Trish was not wearing any panties underneath it. The sweet, downy bush of curls at the joining of her thighs was clearly visible underneath the thin fabric. As this woman stood before me now - looking as sinful and erotic as humanly possible - I did my best to suppress the immense feelings of desire and lust that were building up within me. I wanted to pounce on Trish and rip her to shreds! Though my sensitive and more caring side won out (as it almost always did), Trish was too much temptation for me to handle. My heart was thumping about wildly (and my cock hard as steel) as I gawked at this creature of total satisfaction. "Hi lover," Trish cooed, her smile gentle and warm. She cupped her breasts with both hands and squeezed them, then offered me a sexy pout to boot. "Are you going to give me what I want tonight? Or ... do I need to TAKE it from you?" "Oh God..." I growled in response, even stepping back from her. This woman was about to give me a heart attack without even touching me! I needed an outlet for this aggression... "Oh, I DO need to take it, then," Trish pouted again, her voice low and whiny. She was playing with me. "I can do that." Trish stepped forward and sought the humongous lump in my trousers with her right hand. The goddess began to knead and pump my erection with her hand as she cooed, "Don't you know, Jeremy? I'm the type of girl who, if I really want something, WILL NOT STOP until it is mine." Trish smiled and grazed my cheek with a kiss. "Now ... I want your cock." My heart-rate multiplied in several quantities as Trish dropped down to her knees and began to tug at the belt upon my trousers. When it was undone, she whisked it away and then went for my trousers themselves. In instant later, the gray fabric was in a circle around my ankles, and my briefs soon joined them. Her brown eyes twinkling with hot desire, Trish took my shaft into her right hand and began stroking. "Now I'm going to give you a few lessons tonight, Jeremy." I cleared my throat as tremors of passion and lust rocked every single muscle and nerve within my body. "Lessons?" "Yes sir, some lessons," she confirmed, nodding her head for emphasis. "I'm going to show you some of the wonderful things that this cock of yours can do to my body." I growled in response as she swooned, "Lesson number one ... a blowjob!" Even before I could say anything, the pulsing head of my shaft had been gobbled far and deep into Trish's luscious mouth. Her eyes flashing and locked squarely upon mine, the voluptuous vixen started to bob her head back-and-forth upon my erection as she offered me a hands-free blowjob. Trish giggled at me. "Is the lesson going well so far?" "Oh yes..." I moaned while returning her stare with one of my own. "I want to learn a lot from you tonight..." Trish's expression did not change as she very slowly and tenderly worshiped my throbbing cock. Her luminous, pretty eyes stayed focus upon mine, nearly blazing a hole right through my very soul because of the unadulterated look of both arousal and total devotion they conveyed to me. I gulped my throat at the mere sight while reaching down and running my hands throughout her long-flowing blonde hair. Trish never took her eyes away from my face as she soon gripped the base of my cock with her hand. Then, the bobbing motion she so expertly displayed became a bit more intense. Quickening both the pace and speed of her head-strokes, Trish took more and more of my erection into her mouth. When she released its base from the clutches of her hand, the bombshell then swallowed my entire shaft whole. I could do nothing but squint my eyes and growl in pure passion as the head of my cock was now lodged somewhere deep within the reaches of Trish's hungry throat. Her hot, piercing gaze still focused upon my face, I looked down at her and shook my head in erotic amazement. Trish's expression broke - but just for a moment - as she offered me a faint smile. Then, she took my cock out of her mouth and gripped its base. Next, the blonde took half of it back inside and began with an eager and hungry sucking. Rolling my head in arousal, I looked up at the ceiling and thanked the Heavens for helping me meet up with Trish. At the same time, an absolute wave of pure pleasure coursed throughout my entire body - solely thanks to Trish and her exquisite oral skills. I could so lose myself in this woman! "What are you doing?" I asked as Trish suddenly withdrew my cock from her mouth. "Please put it back in!" I did not want the exquisite blowjob she had been giving to me to end! I wanted to spurt off in her mouth, and flood it completely. Trish offered a sweet smile and even batted her eyelashes at me in an exaggerated fashion. "I'm sorry, baby, but it's time for your second lesson of the evening." She nodded her head and cooed, "Lesson number one was a blowjob. Now ... it is time for lesson number two." Trish cupped the outer sides of each of her large breasts through the little nightie she had on, then extended a finger and trailed it through the exposed portion of her cleavage. "Right here, Jeremy. Put your cock between my breasts, and fuck them." My whole body trembled with unspeakable desire as Trish easily whisked the white nightie up, and over, her head. Now totally nude, the personal fitness instructor flashed me a winning smile as she retreated to the bed and sat down upon its edge. Trish again cupped her breasts with both hands and looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. "Come on, Jeremy," she encouraged me. "My wonderful man! Come on, and put your cock between my breasts. Fuck them!" Trish reclined all the way back on the bed until she was lying down. She grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it behind her head, thus raising it. Then, those eyes locked onto my face as I slowly made my way over to the bed. "Yes!" Trish squealed in total delight as I climbed onto the bed and swung one knee over her torso. Now on my knees directly above her as she lie on the bed, I grasped my cock and smacked it across one of her massive breasts. "Yes!" she again exclaimed, giggling and laughing up at me. "See, lover? Sex with me is not a bad thing. It's a good thing!" "I never said it was bad," I countered, my voice ragged and breathless. "I just didn't want for you to..." "Shhhhh," she hushed me, placing a finger to her nose. Trish used her opposite hand to place my erection between her breasts. An instant later, she squished her breasts together with both hands, trapping my hard shaft inside of her deepened cleavage. "Oh yeah, Jeremy. That feels good!" I growled in a mixture of pure lust and erotic agony as I started to slide my cock, all slick and moist from Trish's oral workings, between and through the sunken valley of her cleavage. Due to the amount of friction created from my shaft trapped between her heaving breasts, I nearly blew my spermy load right there. Somehow, I managed to hold it in. "Fuck my breasts," Trish said in a firm, strict tone. Now, I had to listen to her talk nasty to me - which only added fuel to an already out-of-control fire within myself. "Fuck them, Jeremy. Fuck them real nice and fast!" "Oh yeah..." she continued as I now used my hips to pump and grind my erection between her cleavage. With Trish squishing her breasts together, the erotic feeling within me was multiplied ten-fold. It felt as if my shaft was having the absolute life squeezed out of it. "Oh yeah, Jeremy! Fuck my breasts! Fuck them! FUCK THEM!" I growled, trying my best to hold back what promised to be not only an incredible orgasm, but also a very messy one. It was all I could to contain myself. "Oh yeah," Trish purred, her eyes fixated upon my face as I continued thrusting away. Of course, her words were fanning my inner fire. She was proving to be quite the talker during sex. I definitely liked this side of her! "You enjoy fucking my breasts - don't you, Jeremy? Don't you?" She let out a content sigh and added, "Oh, your cock feels so big and strong between my breasts! Come on, fuck me harder. Fuck my breasts harder!" I roared out in a mad rage of lust as I did my best to comply with her request. My hips began to churn faster than before, the speed of my thrusting cock increasing. I was about set to explode. Despite that, my efforts still did not meet Trish's expectations. "HARDER!" I growled once again and nearly lost control of myself. My eyes locked with hers, Trish gave me a sneering look as her voluptuous body rocked about on the bed with each of my forward strokes. I was giving her everything I had... "Do you want to cum on me?" she asked, using a taunting, teasing voice, as I hammered away. "All over my face? Come on, Jeremy." She extended her tongue and said, "Come on ... cum all over my face. I want it. I want it, really bad!" She extended her tongue all the way, and made the deep, guttural sound, "Ahhhhh..." "OHHHHH!" I screamed as she had simply pushed me toward the boiling point - and then past it. On my next forward up-stroke, I gripped my cock and then it erupted like a volcano. The end result, after three huge explosions, was that Trish's lovely, picture-perfect face was totally saturated with my sticky, gooey sperm. The first laser shot landed directly upon her forehead, catching a good portion of her silky hair in the process. The next caught her eyes and nose, followed by the finale landing squarely on her cheek and extended tongue. Simply put, Trish was a complete and sticky mess. What a magnificent sight... When the powerful sensations within my body crested and eventually faded away, I felt like collapsing onto the bed. However, Trish took my half-hard cock into her mouth and gave it a gentle sucking ... offering me a renewed sense of vigor. All the while, she flashed me a friendly grin as her pretty eyes never lost contact with mine. "Oh yeah," she purred seconds later, now rubbing the tip of my cock across her sperm-covered face. "I liked that." I sighed and shook my head in erotic amazement at her. "You're something else, Trish." What an incredible woman! "You see?" she purred. "Just what I said. Sex with me is not a bad thing. It's a good thing!" Trish giggled and added before I could respond, "It's okay, Jeremy. You do not need to explain yourself. I understand why you were a bit apprehensive about becoming intimate with me. You are unlike any other guy - any PERSON - I've ever met before." "I just want to be with you, Trish," was my confession. "I do not want for you to ever leave us. I just want you to know that I think the absolute world of you as a person. I know not many people have said that to you before, but I..." "No one has ever said it," she interjected, frowning. "Have you ever been in love before?" I wondered, curious. Trish hesitated for a moment, then offered me a radiant smile. "Not until I came to this island and met you." My heart fluttering because of her kind words, I settled down upon my side next to Trish on the bed and gazed into those beautiful eyes. "I cannot believe that no one ever scooped you up and married you, Trish. You're ... perfect." "Oh, I'm far from perfect!" she squealed. "Stop that!" The 30-year-old tilted her head to the side and took a deep breath. "I thought I was in love with Lindsay, but it was really just lust. I realize that now." Trish pecked my forehead with a kiss and proclaimed, "I care about you, Jeremy, much more than I ever did Lindsay." Island Fever Ch. 32 "I care about you a great deal as well," I informed her. "I ... I've talked to Kristanna and Devon at length about this," Trish continued. "They are fine with it. They know I would never interfere in your relationship with them. I ... I just want to ... to fit in." Trish gulped her throat, then appeared as if she was about set to cry. I reached out and grasped her face, wondering what the issue could possibly be. "This is what you wanted from Pamela," she quaked, her emotions suddenly teetering. "Isn't it, Jeremy? You and me - right now - talking like this. You wanted Pamela to accept the terms of your relationship with Kristanna the same way I just did. You wanted Pamela to agree to fit in, and not cause problems. Would you prefer this be Pamela instead of me right now?" I held Trish's face with an open hand for several seconds and gazed deep into her eyes. She was actually being serious with her question. I had to put a quick end to her anxiety. "In all honesty, I am glad that you are the one who accepted the idea and the so-called terms. You may not believe this, sunshine, but I much rather have you in my life than Pamela." Trish shook her head and started to sob like a newborn baby at my words. Never would I have guessed that such a simple statement could have such a profound impact on her. "It's true," was my assurance, as I now embraced Trish with both arms and held her lovingly. "I was fascinated and taken with you from the very beginning. But you only had eyes for Lindsay. There were times that I sat in this very bedroom and wondered what I could possibly do to get you to notice me. I ... I pretty much gave up on you. All things being equal, I would easily choose you over Pamela." "I don't believe you..." "If you showed the same amount of interest in me from the very outset as Pamela did, you would have left Pamela in the dust," I explained to Trish. "I'm not lying to you. I have no reason to lie. I would have latched onto you, Trish, and never let you go. I doubt I would have ever even noticed any of the other girls." I kissed her on the cheek and ended, "You want to talk about being clingy and possessive? You have no idea how clingy and possessive I can be." "You're not lying about me and Pamela?" "Not at all," I assured her. "Ask Kristanna. Her first week here, I went on about you constantly to her. I even asked her ways to get you to notice me instead of Lindsay. I've been fascinated with you - attracted to you - from the very start. Even before that, dear, when we would talk on the telephone and over video chat." Trish sniffed her nose and pined, "I told you earlier, Jeremy, that I heard you and Lindsay through the walls last night. I heard some of the things that were said, too. Lindsay claimed that she wanted to submit to you from now on, and never leave the island." Trish almost started to cry again. "You know th-that I could n-never co-exist wi-with her! These past couple of weeks have been ... really r-rough since we br-broke up, and I have barely man-managed, but there is no way I could live with Lindsay as a constant, daily f-fixture in my life. Are ... are you going to give her ... what she wants? Are you going to let her stay here?" "What Lindsay said to me last night was in the heat of the moment," I countered. "She and I had a long talk about that this morning. A lot of things got out of hand last night - especially the way I treated her. But Lindsay is going home in 11 days. She wants to go back to her family." Trish breathed a definite sigh of relief as I went on, "And even if she actually did want to stay here, I would not let her. I know how you feel about Lindsay and what you went through with her. I would never jeopardize your well-being and your state of mind for my own personal greed." I tapped Trish on the nose with a fingertip and mused, "And no matter what you say, you were in love with Lindsay. I know you were." "It was lust." "No, it was love." "Lust." "Love." "Maybe," she relented. "It's okay, Trish." "I'm in love with you more, though." I smiled and even found myself laughing at her statement. "I love you too, Trish. And I look forward to hopefully spending the rest of my life with you." "It's time for lesson number three." "Hmmmmm?" was my confused response. "I was showing you earlier of some of the many wonderful things that your cock can do to my body," Trish reminded me. "First I gave you a blowjob, then you fucked my breasts." Trish's brown eyes flashed with hot, wanton desire as she announced, "Now I want you to fuck my pussy." Sprawled out upon the bed beneath me, Trish shrieked with lust as I moved between her widespread thighs. I did not need any further coaxing or encouragement. My cock was erect once again; ready to give this Maple Leaf beauty the type of workout which she treasured the most. Trish squealed with sheer delight as I mounted her in the missionary position. Fisting my cock, I pressed it hard against her tight slit and rubbed it in erotic circles. Trish moaned as her face rocked from side to side, in utter pleasure. She obviously loved being teased like this. Nevertheless, I was not in much of a teasing mood. Very quickly, I forged my enlarged shaft between the tight confines of her womanly folds, and slid it all the way inside. Both of us moaned with extreme passion as I nudged my way inward until there was nothing left to give her. Trish's insides were gripping and clutching my erection like a powerful, unforgiving vise. I had to wince at the extreme amount of pressure upon my cock; it almost hurt. No complaints, though - it was a good hurt. I welcomed it! Trish growled in passion as I pulled out slightly, only to thrust back into her very forcefully. My arms hooked under her knees, at my shoulders, I started a series of heated strokes which made Trish nearly burst with desire. My thrusting hips quickly reached a thunderous speed and as a result, my testicles slapped hard against Trish's tight, upturned ass with each forward plunge. Together the both of us rocked and screamed in unequaled desire, our bodies quickly becoming drenched with perspiration. I kept pounding her, harder and harder, and soon she dug her sharp, red fingernails into my back. That, however, only made me slam her with even more ferocity. Gone was my trepidation from earlier about Trish possibly viewing me in a manner that I did not want her to. The only thing that mattered to me at this particular moment in time was that sweet, little pussy of hers, and the ways in which I could ravage it with my even more. While continuing to thrust away at her, my mind became lost in a sea of fervor and passion. I could not think. My body was simply relying on instinct now. I kept drilling Trish, jamming my hard shaft in and out of her at a fierce pace. An earth-shattering pace. An unbelievable pace! Trish's body was flopping around beneath me as I continued to hammer her, while her large breasts bounced about wildly in the process. It was truly an intense, heated coupling - exactly the type that I hoped I could enjoy with Trish for the next 40 or 50 years. Suddenly, I felt something inside of me snap. Knowing that an eruption was set to occur, I buried my shaft to the hilt inside of Trish and then just let myself go. Trish roared out in orgasmic bliss as I pumped wave after wave of sperm from my cock directly into her lush, welcoming pussy. I could sense that every muscle within her body was tight and clenched as she held onto me for dear life, her own personal world getting rocked just as much as mine. I temporarily pulled out, but then gave one final, massive thrust and collapsed into a well-satisfied heap atop her. I suddenly felt as if I had died and gone to Heaven... Honestly, the next 30 seconds were kind of a blur to me. I do not remember anything. Once I began to regain my faculties, however, I found myself hugging Trish and I was talking to her. Yes, talking. These words were purely from my very core, and had no thought behind them. I did not even realize that I was saying them until after the fact. "I'm going to take care of you, Trish. Going to take care of you from now on ... make you happy. Very, very happy." "I hope you can give me a nice wedding," she said, placing a whisper of a kiss upon my cheek. My senses seemed to lock up as my mind processed her statement. I began to climb out of the mental doldrums. Trish wanted to have a nice wedding? The goddess then kissed me on the forehead. "I so look forward to you being my husband." Trish kissed me on the very tip of my nose. "Kristanna will be my wife." A kiss on my eyebrow. "Devon will be my wife." Another on my chin. "We will have children, Jeremy. Lots and lots of children, all of us." Finally, she kissed me on my mouth. "Before long, we will have a huge family." Tears of joy formed within Trish's eyes as she swooned, "The four of us are going to be so happy together!" ***End of Chapter 32*** Island Fever Ch. 33 Chapter 33: "Commitment" ***** The time was 3:33am on this Friday morning when I suddenly found myself awake, having just drifted out of what had been a very peaceful and relaxing sleep. I was disoriented for a moment or two, but then felt another body move and shift against mine here upon the bed in my personal suite. A wide, far-reaching smile then came to my face as I quickly realized that the spectacular Trish was cuddled up all nice and close against my side, and still sleeping. Lucky her, huh? Finding no reason to wake her, I took a deep breath and settled down upon the plush and comfortable mattress. I then recalled the prior evening which, simply put, was memorable. Trish and I wound up having mad, passionate sex for what seemed like hours, and it ended with a dual shower where not only I washed her hair and gave her a full-body scrub-down, but she basically did the same for me. Hopefully, last night would be the launching pad for Trish to spend the rest of her life with not only me, but Kristanna and Devon as well. I felt like going back to sleep myself since I was so tired, but enjoyed listening to the soft, gentle sounds of Trish as she slumbered next to me. The enchantress seemed so very calm and cerebral, so vulnerable, at this point in time. Call me crazy, but I considered it a turn-on to hold women in bed and listen to them as they sleep. I cannot even begin to speculate how many times I had lain awake at night and listened to the sweet sounds of Kristanna. As I peppered Trish's forehead with a gentle kiss, she let out a moan and then shifted her body against mine. Night moves, I figured, because she continued sleeping. But the feel of her lean, voluptuous body pressing and rubbing against mine was more than enough to fully rouse me. I heard my beloved Trish let out a gentle sigh as she continued to purr and coo in her sleep. Thus, I turned my face toward hers, and admired her lovely silhouette in the darkened bedroom. A definite smile soon came to my face as I continued to listen to the peaceful sounds she made. Soon, I eased my right hand and arm under and across her body, and offered her back a light, feathery rub. I did not want to wake her up; so there was not a lot of force used with my touch. I simply caressed her back and shoulders. Another smile came to my face as I crooked my neck and applied a soft kiss to the crown of Trish's blonde head. She rustled for a short moment, but continued sleeping. I soon followed with another kiss to her head, while gently palming the back of her shoulder with my right hand. It was not too long before I felt the insatiable urge to press my lips to the side of Trish's face and shower it with light kisses. My right hand still palming the back of her shoulder, Trish rustled around for a moment as my lips caressed her immaculate face with a series of kisses. "What are you doing?" came a soft, squealy question. Those words made me freeze immediately. I had awakened Trish? I had no real intention of doing so; I wanted to let her sleep - we had a long and eventful evening, obviously, and I was certain that she was exhausted. Perhaps I had been a bit too forceful with my kisses and caresses? "What ARE you doing, Jeremy?" she soon repeated. "Cherishing you," was my truthful response, which was followed by another kiss to the crown of her head. Trish giggled for an instant, then proceeded to press her palm against my chest and say, "What time is it?" I glanced over at the alarm clock. "A little bit after three-thirty in the morning." I paused and added, "I'm very sorry for waking you up, sunshine." "Don't worry about it," she replied, a definite smile in her voice. "It's no big deal." Trish snuggled closer to me, then placed the side of her face upon my chest and seemed to use it as a pillow. "How long have you been awake?" "Few minutes," I replied, now rubbing her back with some pressure being applied. I could tell that she enjoyed it. After last night, I got the sense that Trish enjoyed nearly everything about me. The feeling, of course, was mutual. Next, there was at least ten seconds of total silence between us. I was waiting for Trish to say something. Soon, I came to the conclusion that she was waiting for me to say something. It was one of those awkward situations. In the darkness, I watched the silhouette of Trish's head rise up from my chest and turn slightly. The Canadian then lowered her face - particularly, her lips - to my left pectoral and barraged it with her own style of adoration. "It's raining kisses!" I gently laughed. It quickly became obvious that she was not showing a mere token of love for me. Her kisses upon my chest persisted; I eventually got the idea that there was a sense of sexual desire somewhere within her. As a result, I reached down and grabbed the back of Trish's oversized night-shirt, then pulled it up to her shoulder blades. With her back exposed, I soon glided my fingers across its warm, supple skin. Trish responded by sliding her mouth up to my neck, then burying her face there. I squirmed about in bed as she extended her tongue and swiped it across various regions of my neck and shoulders. It sent chills down my spine. "You told me that there was once a time when you would sleep in only a bra and panties," I mused, still caressing her tender, exposed back. "But now, it seems, you have added night-shirts to the mix. Why is that, dear?" "My old age is changing me," the 30-year-old snickered. "Why? Do you like me better in a bra and panties?" "I like you better in nothing at all," I answered, running my fingers throughout her long, silky blonde hair. "And what is this about your old age? I turn 40 next year. The big, bad four-O. Want to trade? You're a baby compared to me." "Waaaaa," Trish cried, teasing me. "You're my baby, Jeremy. My little baby!" She kissed my neck and chirped, "I love you so, so much! SO MUCH!" I latched onto Trish's shoulders and gently rolled her beneath me. I then grasped both of her hands with my own, and offered my new-found lover a pleasurable kiss upon the lips. I was really, truly enjoying this with her... Once it was over seconds later, I could stop not myself as I brought Trish's right hand to my lips and nuzzled it. The young woman giggled as I worshiped all of its long, slender fingers with loving kisses. Her hand felt soft and smooth. As I continued to nuzzle that hand with my lips, Trish darted her head upward and eventually found my mouth with her own. She snaked her tongue into my mouth, which caused me to shift all of my attention to our shared kiss. I embraced her heavenly body with both arms as I lay atop her in bed, and then drove my tongue into her own mouth for a taste. She encircled my shoulders with her arms and squeezed tightly. "Patricia, Patricia, Patricia," I moaned once our lips finally parted, finding myself somewhat short of breath. "Jeremiah, Jeremiah, Jeremiah," she giggled in response. "My proper name is not Jeremiah," I corrected her. "It is Jeremy. But I know for a fact that yours is Patricia." "Just don't call me Patty-cakes!" she playfully warned me. I reached over and flipped the desk lamp on. I wanted there to be light so I could fully admire and appreciate Trish's immaculate, flawless face with my eyes. Of course, she was smiling up at me as I did so. Trish was always smiling. She was a very vibrant and charismatic type of person. I cannot stress how her attitude and outlook on things in general had improved my life in recent times. "I love you." "I love you too." Trish's smile was persistent. "I am so glad, Jeremy, that you no longer seem apprehensive about becoming physical and intimate with me. I honestly thought that you were not physically attracted to me. I could not figure out why." I chuckled gently and assured her, "After last night, honey, I don't think you need to worry about that any more." - Several hours later and after breakfast had concluded, I singled Amy out and pulled her to the side for a private discussion. I informed Amy that I wanted her to meet me in my suite at noon. I had focused almost all of my energy and attention upon Trish yesterday (and got a loving commitment from her as a result). Today, on the other hand, was going to be Amy's day. I planned on treating her nice and special, and hoped to get the same type of commitment from her as I did from Trish. At the very least, I wanted to work toward it. She agreed to meet up with me by no later than 12:00pm. After going through my normal routine of doing the dishes, I retired to my private quarters and killed some time by browsing the Internet. It was also at this point in time that I decided to chronicle everything that had taken place on the island since the ladies made their arrival more than a month ago - in writing. Thus, I began to work on an early, rough draft of chapter one of this very story. I was interrupted, however, at 11:45am when the door opened behind me. I did not expect it to be Amy, since I could not imagine her and her submissive mindset entering my personal suite without at least knocking first. Sure enough, it was not Amy. It was... "Kristanna!" I greeted, smiling brightly. I saved my work in the word processor program and stood up from the computer so I could meet her as she stepped forward and offered me a loving embrace with both arms. "How are you doing, sweet peaches?" Yes, I had nicknames for everyone! "Excellent!" she responded, a definite bounce in her step. "I just got off the telephone with my parents from back home in Norway. They both said they are willing to retire to an island retreat with us. But they want the island to be small, and quiet. They do not want to live in a place like the Bahamas, where there are thousands of tourists passing through in a constant, never-ending cycle." "I don't want to live in a place like that either," I offered. "You girls know I prefer things being quiet." "Momma and Papa also understand that we want to live on an island where our children can go to school and interact with others their own age, and grow up right," Kristanna added. "So we won't live in some desolate place, either." "Anguilla comes to mind right away," I nodded, referring to the Caribbean resort island. "I keep telling you that it is my second favorite place in the world - next to this island, of course. But Anguilla ... it is beautiful there. It is nice and quiet too, and has a good school system. I think it is an ideal place if everyone can agree on it." "My parents said they are going to do some research on different islands and get back to us," Kristanna mused. "I think they're going to give us a list of places they like. That way, we should be able to agree on an island." She smirked and added, "I did tell them of your ongoing love affair with Anguilla. They will look closely at it." "Sounds fair enough," I nodded. "I know how much you want to live close-by to your parents, Krissy. I know how much they mean to you. And I do not like the idea that they are halfway around the world from us right now." "What about THIS island?" she asked. "This is YOUR home. All of our memories are here. What will become of it?" "We can still use this island as a vacation home," I suggested. "We can come here for a month or two each year. I am sure the older, married couple that I told you about in the past - my friends from Peru - would love to look after the mansion while we are away. They've done it before. I have let them stay here in the past when I went on trips." "Please don't sell this island, Jeremy," Kristanna begged. "I know there are people out there who would pay you millions and millions of dollars for this island. But please don't sell it. All of our memories are here! I know how important this island is to you." "I'm not going to sell it," I promised, kissing the crown of my fiancee's head. "I have no reason to sell it. This will make a good vacation home for us, as I said. But we have to get away from here. It's about time I re-enter society. I have lived here since 1996. That is way too long. I have lost touch with the rest of civilization." "It will do you good to get back out into the world, even if it is on another island," Kristanna told me. "As long as there are other people around, it will do you good." "I cannot argue with you there." "I say we have a small resort hotel built wherever we go," Kristanna chirped. "It would keep us busy. You could manage and run it, Jeremy. Devvy, Trish and me could work there, too. Maybe behind the front counter, or book-keeping behind the scenes. Devvy would probably be really good at that. She is used to crunching numbers like that." Kristanna grinned and nodded her head for emphasis. "Yeah..." I suddenly found myself startled, however, when there was a noise from behind us. More specifically, it was the sound of a sharp knock upon the door. I turned and was graced with the presence of Amy. The door was already open from earlier; Kristanna did not close it when she arrived moments ago. "Am I ... interrupting anything here?" Amy asked, an even mixture of curiosity and trepidation upon her lovely face. The stunning red-head, who was dressed in a half t-shirt and a saucy mini-skirt (of course), took a tentative step into the bedroom and smiled warmly at us. "You could never interrupt us," Kristanna answered, her gaze now fixated upon Amy. "Don't be foolish!" "Jeremy?" Amy asked, seeking confirmation from me in a submissive tone. I enjoyed this Master business... "Kristanna is right," I replied, eyeing Amy from head to toe. "You could never interrupt us - no matter what." "Oh," Amy smiled, stepping closer. "In that case..." As usual, Amy looked scrumptious in her little mini-skirt. Today the mini-skirt she wore was made out of faded denim. My insides ached at the mere sight of her in it. "What brings you here?" Kristanna inquired. "Jeremy told me to be here by noon because we are going to spend the day together." "Oh..." Kristanna countered, unaware of that fact. She did not have any problems with it, however. "I can go." "Why don't you stay for awhile?" I said to Kristanna, who offered me an incredulous look in return. "I want you to stay." I turned toward Amy, whose denim mini-skirt hung precariously low on her trim waistline, and asked her, "Do you have any problems with Kristanna staying here with us?" Amy immediately shook her head and cast her eyes downward in a truly submissive manner. My original plan was to first take her out on the island - perhaps to the beach, just as I did with Trish yesterday - so she could play and relax in the incoming waves. I intended to have sex with Amy today, but it was going to be much later on. But with Kristanna here, all of my previous plans suddenly changed. "I'm not late this time, either," Amy murmured, wanting to make a point of it. She glanced at Kristanna and mused, "Last time Jeremy asked me to be in his room, I was two or three minutes late and he ... he spanked me for being late." "That's because you deserved it," Kristanna deadpanned, which caused Amy to quickly lower her gaze yet again. I smiled at the 31-year-old. "Why don't you come over here like a good submissive, and put your mouth to use?" Amy immediately nodded her head and trudged her way over to us. She dropped to her knees before me as Kristanna reached out and kneaded that plump, juicy ass with a single hand. Amy began tugging away at both my belt and shorts. I held up a finger, however, and waved it about in a negative manner. In response, Amy looked at me quizzically. "I don't want you to use your mouth on me just yet," I told her, before pointing over at Kristanna. "Her. I want you to use your mouth on her." "Oh..." Amy grinned, licking her lips in anticipation. "OH!" Kristanna exclaimed, surprised herself. "Why don't you two girls start off by giving each other a kiss?" was my request. Actually, it was more like a demand. "Think you can do that for me?" "I believe that can be arranged," Kristanna winked. Amy stood up and took the initiative by placing her right hand upon the back of Kristanna's neck, then tilting her head to the side and moving her mouth in for a taste so sweet. When their lips met, so did their tongues. I moved back and idly watched as Kristanna and Amy exchanged both their lips and tongues through a languid, slow-moving kiss. I have long been of the opinion that there was no more erotic sight in the whole world than that of two beautiful women kissing each other. I could be content to stand here all day and simply watch these two bombshells explore one another's mouth with their probing tongues. Their plush lips locked as one, their bodies pressed tightly together, their hands roaming freely. It was definitely a sight to see. "Hmmmmm ... I could kiss you for all eternity," Kristanna swooned, now serenading various portions of Amy's face. She then lifted the hem of Amy's denim skirt skirt and copped a cheap feel of bare, naked flesh underneath. "God, Amy ... you drive me totally insane. Hmmmmm ... what a nice, tight ass you have. Tight and juicy, nice, little ass." Amy giggled. "I think I sense a spanking coming on. Either that, or a whipping." "You know this ass of yours needs to be worshiped," Kristanna told her. "The best way for me to worship your ass is to give it some discipline. Both you and I know, Amy, that you deserve a LOT of discipline. Correct?" Amy nodded her head in a sheepish manner. "Yes." All of a sudden, she was in full submissive mode for Kristanna. The primary reason for that was because Amy would simply melt like butter whenever someone became strict and authoritative with her. I had watched Kristanna dole out some playful discipline in the past to Devon, but this was going to be a first to see her do it to Amy. "Should I lay down across your lap now?" "It's your rightful position in life," Kristanna answered, who was already leading Amy by the hand to the nearby bed. Once they arrived there, Amy got onto her hands and knees upon the mattress and then stretched herself out across Kristanna's trusting lap. The Norwegian proceeded to tuck the hem of Amy's sinful, little denim mini-skirt into its waistband, thus fully exposing her glorious ass. Next, Kristanna pelted it with a hard, unexpected slap. "Owwwww!" Amy whined in response, glancing over her shoulder at Kristanna. "That hurt!" "You have been a very bad girl," Kristanna scolded her. "How many times do you think you deserve to be spanked?" When Amy did not answer, Kristanna smacked her sweet ass once again. "Very well. I guess I will have to decide for you. How about ten?" Kristanna waited. "Still no answer for me, huh? I think a sound 15 are in order." "Yes Mistress," Amy hushed, grinning and winking an eye in my direction. Amy really seemed to enjoy pleasing others. It was an admirable trait for her to have. Kristanna snaked a pair of fingers between Amy's thighs and did a little exploration of her nether regions. Soon, she brought both fingers to her nose and whiffed them. "You're already excited about this ... aren't you? Your pussy is all damp and wet." "Yes Mistress," Amy nodded. Amy was stretched out upon Kristanna's lap, her head and neck curled downward, her arms extended back and hands resting near her hips. Kristanna grasped Amy's left wrist and pulled it to the small of her back, pinning it there. Then, instead of having the hem of Amy's skirt tucked into its waistband, Kristanna decided a better place for it would be behind that held-down wrist. "You gonna spank my ass?" Amy asked in a teasing voice, encouraging their roleplaying game. "You'll never tame me, Krissy. You'll never get me to be good. I'll ALWAYS be a bad girl. And thus, you'll ALWAYS have to spank me!" Island Fever Ch. 33 "Jeremy has warned you about talking out of turn before," Kristanna sniped, changing her tone. "Open your mouth." I watched in utter passion as Kristanna took a single sock that was perched upon the bed - one of my socks, actually - and stuffed it inside of Amy's mouth. Of course, I had done the same, exact thing to Amy last week during one of our Master/submissive sessions. If anything, it was a sure-fire away to get her to stop talking. Kristanna jammed the sock deep inside Amy's mouth until it was completely muffled. "You will keep that sock in there until I say it is time to take it out," Kristanna instructed her. "Mmmppphhhfff," was Amy's reply, nodding her head. "Much better," Kristanna said with a grin. "Now what was that number we decided on? 15 swats for you today. Is that a good number, Amy? 15 sounds real good, doesn't it?" "Mmmppphhhfff," she nodded. "I'm glad you agree." The instant Kristanna brought her hand down upon Amy's upturned ass and offered it a harsh, cruel smack, I whisked my cock out of my shorts and began stroking it feverishly. Whether it was over-handed or back-handed, Kristanna showed absolutely no mercy as she assaulted Amy's plump, rounded ass with fierce, ruthless aggression. I also noticed that with her free hand, Amy had slipped it between her thighs and was busy masturbating as the discipline continued. By the time Kristanna was nearing the end, Amy's ass was beet-red and pulsating about in her lap. The last three blows landed all in succession, causing Amy to squeal and cry out upon her impromptu gag. My cock needed some serious attention now - much more than my own hand could offer it. Which of these remarkable ladies did I want to ravage first? Feeling as though Amy had experienced enough (for now), Kristanna recoiled her hand and then leaned down beside the quivering red-head. Amy quickly snapped her head up and looked back at Kristanna with hot, brazen lust in her eyes. "How does that ass feel now, baby?" Kristanna sneered. For a moment, it appeared as if Amy was about to go back to her old ways. The look upon her face told me that she wanted to pounce on Kristanna and rip her apart. She even spit the tube sock out and growled like a wild, caged animal. I had sudden flashbacks to the bondage sessions that Amy used to have with Lindsay, where she would erotically brutalize her. She wanted to do that to Kristanna right now... When Amy made eye contact with me, however, those feelings within her seemed to fade away rather quickly. I had made it perfectly clear to Amy that she was to dominate no one from now on. The last thing she wanted, of course, was to disobey her Master. I wanted her to focus on being a submissive. Kristanna smiled and brought Amy into her loving arms, then offered her yet another very intensive, deep-rooted kiss. She rubbed her hand over and across the hot, burning flesh of Amy's ass. The tender and soothing motions she displayed were a definite contrast to what I had just witnessed seconds ago when Kristanna blasted that ass in repeated succession. The two ladies probed each other's mouth with their lips and tongues for a good minute or two, until Amy finally broke it off and turned her attention toward me. She eyed me and licked her lips in anticipation as I still frigged my cock with my right hand. "Don't you think there are better things you could do with that?" she asked, motioning toward my erection with her head. "What do you have in mind?" Kristanna smiled at me. "How about a double blowjob?" "A double blowjob?" I asked, grinning. "Yeah," Kristanna nodded. "Both of us could suck your cock at the same time." "Why not lie down on the bed for us?" Amy suggested. "Don't you worry one bit, Jeremy. Me and Krissy will make you feel all nice and good." I took a deep breath and did what was requested of me. Now lying on my back upon the comfortable mattress, with my cock literally standing up like a flagpole, I watched as Amy hunched down onto her elbows and knees, her face just inches from my cock. She gave my right hand a gentle smack, forcing me to pull it away. Now with no obstacles in her path, Amy grasped the base of my shaft and pumped it. On her knees beside me, Kristanna grinned and leaned over, offering my mouth a blazing, tongue-laced kiss that lasted for nearly a minute. All the while, Amy continued to give me the handjob to end all handjobs. My entire body was alive and pulsing with arousal and desire. I was, in many ways, the meat part of an otherwise all-female sandwich. Once our kiss concluded, I glanced up at Kristanna and smiled at her. She sure did look classy and distinguished with her blonde hair done up in a restrictive bun. But I had the inkling to see her silky hair loose, and free-flowing. Thus, I reached upward and used both hands to undo the bun upon the back of her head. Smiling, Kristanna shook her head in a vigorous manner, letting the tresses fall where they may. Then, she kissed me again. "You gonna help me suck his cock or not?" Amy asked her girlfriend, almost whining about it. Kristanna broke our kiss and glanced over her shoulder at Amy. "No need to wait for me, sweetheart. Go ahead and suck his cock ... I'll help you in a second. Or two." With that, Kristanna pressed her lips to mine and kissed me again! An instant later, I growled as the familiar sensation of Amy's wondrous mouth opening and then closing over the length of my erection gripped my senses. I could feel her hand as its fingers now prodded and twiddled away upon my testicles. Amy swallowed every last inch of my shaft, its tip already lodged somewhere within the depths of her throat. Leaned over upon her elbows and knees, Kristanna embraced me with both arms from the side and trailed her lips from my mouth, over my chin and cheek, and finally to my ear. She blew into it - which caused my whole body to jerk and vibrate uncontrollably - before whispering, "I love you, Jeremy." Kristanna began nibbling on my earlobe and added in a loyal, heartfelt tone, "Oh ... you don't know how much I love you." "Hey!" Amy suddenly squealed, her mouth no longer upon my cock. In fact, Amy was standing on her knees beside us. "Let me in there too, okay?" When I released Kristanna from my arms, she rose up and immediately pressed her lips to Amy's for a kiss of their own. The two ladies hugged and clutched each other with reckless abandon, their tongues again diving far and deep. I took a moment to admire the amazing sight of Amy in her little denim mini-skirt and the half t-shirt that went with it, but then came to a rather sudden decision about her outfit. I got onto my knees behind Amy and yanked her ruffled, swishy skirt downward, letting it fall into a circle around her own knees. Then, I grabbed the lower half of her top and pulled it upward. Kristanna and Amy were forced to break their kiss, giving me the opportunity to whisk the garment up, up and away. All that kept Amy from being totally nude right now was a pair of spiked high-heeled shoes. As usual, of course, she did not have a bra or panties on. Amy turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "Hey?" She seemed surprised. "What gives? I thought you wanted me to have a mini-skirt on basically 24 hours a day." I tilted my head to the side and smiled at her. "You do not need to wear a mini-skirt right now, honey. Or any outfit. I want to enjoy you the way God intended me to." "He wants us both naked," Kristanna summarized. "Uhhhhh ... excuse me," Amy squealed, pointing toward the yellow blouse and white cargo shorts that Kristanna had on. "You're not naked." She tugged at the bottom of Kristanna's blouse, which was tied into a stylish knot near her midriff, and insisted, "Take this thing off." "You're a bossy little submissive," Kristanna murmured, unbuttoning her blouse and then tossing it elsewhere. She disposed of her bra, then began to work on her shorts. In no time flat, it - as well as her panties - was a distant memory. "I think we need to remind you of your place. We tell you what to do - NOT the other way around." "Let Amy be carefree and have her fun," I advised my beloved bride-to-be. "I don't want her to be submissive 100 percent of the time and feel totally subservient to us." In a taunting manner, Amy stuck her tongue out at Kristanna as I added, "I want the control to be PART of what we do with her, but not EVERYTHING. Does that make sense?" "You give me the keys to a brand new Lamborghini but won't let me drive it the way I want to!" Kristanna whined, albeit jokingly. "I suppose I'll have to adjust." Amy was suddenly beaming. "I'm a Lamborghini to you?" Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and offered, "I could have called you a Plymouth Cricket instead." Amy laughed. "I have never even heard of that car, but it does not sound very appealing." "Trust me, it's not," Kristanna assured her. "Jeremy LOVES me in a mini-skirt," Amy purred. "He has me wear one every single day now! Krissy honey ... what do you think would be a good outfit for Jeremy?" "Sailor boy," Kristanna answered. "You know ... he could have one of those white uniforms on ... maybe even a little hat." She nodded her head and laughed, "He'd be so cute!" "How about a Chippendale dancer?" Amy suggested, which caused both her and Kristanna to break out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "Couldn't you just imagine Jeremy in a G-string?" My heart was pumping wildly at this verbal exchange as both ladies continued to laugh. "Maybe women everywhere could stuff dollar bills down it!" Snorting out in a hysterical rage, Kristanna countered, "A whole dollar? I might give him a nickel!" "A penny!" Amy teased me. "We could weigh his G-string down with pennies! Or maybe some half-pennies." "Hey..." I finally spoke, my voice full of mock anger. "That's not very nice, girls." I smiled and added, "If I was a male stripper, I'd want both of..." "If you were a stripper, Jeremy, Judgment Day would be upon us," Kristanna interjected. "The end of the world!" "What about that double blowjob I was promised?" "Oh yes," Kristanna purred, her tender, manicured right hand sliding downward and gripping itself around my cock. She glanced over at Amy and smirked, "How about it, baby? Let's both suck Jeremy's cock at the same time." "We first need to get you out of those shorts," Amy said to me, sliding the garment the rest of the way down my legs, and eventually off. Kristanna stole another kiss from me, then whisked the shirt I had been wearing up and off as well. I was then overcome with the amazing sensation of Amy's moist, pouty lips wrapped and sealed around my shaft. Her red head bobbed back-and-forth in a repeated motion, as Kristanna slid her hand right southward and began to knead and massage my testicles with those long, delicate fingers. Soon, Kristanna settled down upon her front-side and moved her face directly beside Amy's. Smiling, she watched her lover continue to pay oral homage to my throbbing erection. Once Amy withdrew my cock from her mouth, she returned Kristanna's smile with one of her own, then traded a series of searing kisses with her. A moment later, Amy grasped the base of my cock with her right hand and offered it to Kristanna's hungry mouth. I tossed my head back and growled as Kristanna licked the tip of my shaft and inhaled it. Soon, Amy burrowed her face in and trailed her soft, velvety tongue along my ever-sensitive testicles. Grinning from ear to ear (what sane man wouldn't?), I placed my hand upon the side of Kristanna's head and let out a growl of passion. This sure seemed like Heaven to me. "Jeremy better never be a stripper!" Amy proclaimed, her voice lively and full of charisma. I really enjoyed this side of her; Amy was having fun. She swiped away at my testicles some more and added, "This body belongs to US! It is for no one's pleasure but our very own!" Kristanna released my shaft from her mouth and giggled. "Sailor boy ... a stripper?" The Norwegian was teasing me, per her style. "If you were a stripper, Jeremy, everyone in the club would run out screaming into the night!" "Oh yeah?" I countered, suddenly feeling bold. "You don't think I would make a good stripper? A good Chippendale?" "You'd be good for laughs..." Kristanna grinned. "I got moves on top of moves," I told her in a serious, yet playful tone, suddenly getting out of bed and rising to my feet. With both hands upon my hips, I stared at both of them and said, "I have a mind to give you girls a show." "Oh yes!" Amy squealed in delight, sitting up in bed and clapping her hands together. "Give us a show, Jeremy! Give us a SHOW!" Clearly, Amy did not want to see me dance because it would excite her. Rather, she was looking for a good laugh or two. "Showtime! Whooooo! Showtime!" "This should be good," Kristanna smirked, also sitting up and settling down directly beside Amy upon the mattress. Honestly, I had no dance moves and knew that I would make a fool out of myself if I tried to give Kristanna and Amy a so-called show. On the other hand, it was okay. Though I may make myself look bad for a moment or two, Kristanna and Amy would definitely find a lot of humor in the sight of me dancing for them. I wanted to make them laugh. "Rock on, baby!" Amy squealed, as I made two fists and began gyrating my hips from side-to-side. Both she and Kristanna looked on, unable to control their laughter, as I then squatted down somewhat and really started bumping about. "Whooooo hooooo!" Amy encouraged me, clapping her hands. By now, I was truly in the moment. I wanted to put on a show for Kristanna and Amy that neither of them would ever forget. Thus, I began to kick my feet out - one at a time - as my body continued weaving to a silent rhythm. "Shake dat ding!" Kristanna exclaimed, herself swiveling about upon the bed as she eyed me intently. Amy was giggling so much that she actually had to hold a hand to her throat. "He dances like Beavis!" "Macho, macho man!" Kristanna broke out into a chorus. "Macho, macho man!" Kristanna then put two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. "Macho, macho man!" After a good 30 seconds of dancing, and expending a lot of energy in the process, I actually felt myself becoming winded. Still, I kept at it. The hysterical reactions that I was getting out of Kristanna and Amy was my fuel for it. I absolutely loved hearing them literally raise the roof with their laughing fits. It all came to an abrupt end, though, when Amy reached behind her and snagged a couple of pennies from the drawer. She tried to present them to me, but I broke into my own round of laughter and then playfully tackled her into the bed. Amy giggled as I pinned her to the mattress beneath me, while Kristanna hugged me from the side and kissed my neck. "Jeremy!" Amy exclaimed. "Oh God! I haven't laughed so hard in ages! Maybe even ever!" In fact, Amy was still laughing. It did not seem as if she could stop... "That officially goes down as the worst, most God-awful dance EVER," Kristanna told me with conviction in her voice. "If you were a stripper, Jeremy, not only would they kick you off the stage, but they'd kick you straight out of town!" She huffed some more, then ended, "That was HIDEOUS!" I turned toward Kristanna and then tackled her to the bed as well. "You just don't know a good thing when you see it, peaches." I pinned her down too, and stole a quick kiss. "A good thing?" she chortled. "I know a good thing when I see it. What you did was definitely NOT a good thing!" Still laughing - indeed, I had not seen her act quite this hysterical ever before - Amy shook her head and gushed, "You are priceless, Jeremy! Totally priceless! Oh my God ... that was good! I won't ever forget that!" Smiling, Kristanna offered me a scintillating series of kisses and then giggled once again. "Honestly, Jeremy, I think it was pretty hot." Kristanna was lying. That point was proven when she started laughing again. "I think if you were a stripper, Jeremy, your name could be Hunk Valentine!" "Hunk Valentine?" I exclaimed. "Or maybe Jeremy Shortcummings," Kristanna suggested. I tilted my head and glared at her. "That's not nice." Before I knew what was happening next, Kristanna snaked her mouth up to mine and kissed me once again, driving her curious tongue into the furthest reaches of my mouth. I gulped hard for a moment, but then steadied myself and returned her hot, scorching kiss with an equal amount of intensity. I also hugged her tightly, luxuriating in the feel of her breasts all nice and squished upon my chest. Our eyes were locked as I ended our mutual kiss, only to then splay gentle licks and nibbles over and across her sensitive neck and shoulder area. Never one to be left out of an erotic situation, Amy wrapped her arms around me from behind and placed the side of her face between my shoulder blades. "Wow," she moaned. "I could so get used to this." I smiled at those words. That was what I wanted to hear. I wanted a commitment from Amy just like the one I got from Trish. All in due time, though... "I want to watch you have sex with Amy," Kristanna said, smiling gleefully at me. "I want to sit back and watch." "You're not going to join in?" Amy wondered. "Oh, I will eventually," Kristanna promised. "But for now, I want to watch the two of you have sex together." On cue, I collected one more kiss from Kristanna, then turned all of my attention to Amy. I grasped both of her hands with my own, then pinned her to the opposite side of the bed and shared a heated, passionate lip-lock with her. After while, I decided to focus upon Amy's large, heaving breasts. The young woman cooed and sighed with obvious arousal as I slid my tongue through the vast, deepened valley of her cleavage. I could feel and hear her heartbeat. It was absolute music to my ears. A moment later, I slid my hungry mouth over and across one of her full, ripe breasts. I settled upon its nipple, then took the little bud between my teeth and bit it gently. That simple move caused Amy to moan out in total desire. I focused upon the nipple for several seconds, but then went back to swiping away at her lush cleavage with my anxious tongue. Soon, I moved upwards and offered Amy a feverish, rapture-laden kiss upon her moistened lips. "Oh yes," the seductress moaned afterward. "YES!" I settled my head between Amy's widespread, accommodating thighs. Needless to say, I was transfixed with the sight of Amy's little pussy as it was staring me right in the face. Holding a finger to those damp, tender nether lips, I flicked it across the sheath of delicate skin. Amy groaned and writhed about beneath me in total arousal. "Such a pretty pussy," I whispered, driving my finger into her damp slit and gently thrusting it in-and-out. "It is all pink, and precious ... looks so very yummy." Amy moaned in response as I inserted a second finger into her. Now pumping a pair of fingers into her silken depths, I extended my tongue and gave the area a full, sweeping lick. In return, Amy cried out and arched her back high into the air. I found her right hand with my left - up beside her waist - and gripped it. She squeezed firmly in response. Soon, both of my fingers were joined by my tongue within her lush folds. Still thrusting the fingers into her, I burrowed my tongue deep inside - tasting and sampling her. Of course, it was most intoxicating. The deeper my tongue burrowed, the greater Amy's cries of passion were. The luscious red-head squeezed my hand even tighter as I then began to focus my attention upon her clitoris. The little nub of skin was fully exposed, so I dabbed at it repeatedly with my tongue. It was at this time when Amy began to let loose with a series of needful moans and grunts. This told me that I had to be doing something right here... Island Fever Ch. 33 A third finger joined the mix upon her pussy, thrusting into and pounding her inner depths. Meanwhile, my tongue kept flicking itself over and across her gooey clitoris with quick, rapid-fire strokes. She was very close... Soon, Amy was screaming at the top of her lungs as her beautiful body went through the sweet progression of orgasm. She arched her neck and back into the air, then wailed out in pure and utter lust as the sensations within her hit a fever pitch. All the while, I continued lapping away at her scrumptious pussy with my probing tongue. In the aftermath of her explosive climax, Amy's body shook and shimmered beneath me in a passionate glow. I eventually withdrew my head from the silken joining of her thighs, only then to move upward and cup her face with both hands. Her expression was golden; full of bliss. Amy looked up at me as if I was her husband, and she was my wife. "I love you, sweetheart," I breathed, kissing her deeply. "I need you in my life. I ... I want to take care of you." Still feeling the lingering sensations of orgasm, Amy smiled warmly and hooked both arms around my shoulders. "I love you too, Jeremy. And I also love Kri ... OH MY GOD!" When I realized that Amy was staring at something over my shoulder, I turned my head and then groaned at the sight. Kristanna was on all fours looking back at us, her little ass wiggling and twitching about in an oh-so-scrumptious manner. She had the coyest, most innocent expression, and even pouted. "Please fuck me, Jeremy. Don't make me beg for it!" With that invitation, I gripped my shaft and guided it into the intoxicating confines of Kristanna's pussy in the doggie-style position. Kristanna sighed in approval as I began to forcefully thrust myself in-and-out of her. When Amy positioned herself just in front of Kristanna upon the mattress and even spread her thighs far apart, my fiancee lunged forward and buried her lips deep inside that pussy for a wicked, sultry taste of her own. "Oh yes ... lick my pussy, baby!" Amy encouraged, full of lust. She cupped her own breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples, as Kristanna serviced her orally. Meanwhile, I continually hammered myself into Kristanna from behind. When my erection slipped out of her pussy, Kristanna used the opportunity to move up on Amy's body. Now, both ladies were laying face-to-face and breast-to-breast as I shoved my cock into Kristanna from behind once again. As I resumed my thrusting motion, Kristanna extended her tongue and kissed Amy hard. "God, yes! Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me!" The pair of goddesses kissed one another with mad passion as I knelt on the mattress behind them. I spread Kristanna's knees on either side of Amy's waist and filled her pussy once again. I drilled Kristanna with all of my might as she and Amy continued forth with their series of heated kisses. "I want Amy now," I growled, completely out of the blue, while pulling myself from Kristanna. She quickly moved away from Amy, who sat up and was immediately greeted by my hard, throbbing cock as I jammed it deep into her throat. Aroused beyond any and all reason, I even made Amy gag as I pushed the full length of my erection into her sweet mouth. I enjoyed it so much the first time, I thought to myself, that I wanted to do it again. Amy quickly adjusted, though, and soon was greedily slurping away upon my cock. It was not all that often that one could make Amy gag... It did not last for long, however. I quickly withdrew my cock from Amy's mouth and then grabbed Kristanna's ankles as she was now laying back-first upon the bed. I spread her thighs far apart and had her link her feet together behind my head. Her pussy exposed and open for me, I leaned over and tasted its lush folds. Kristanna was obviously in a state of unspeakable desire as my lips and tongue eventually went to work upon her clitoris. Soon, Amy faced me and squatted over Kristanna's face. She sighed and moaned once Kristanna launched an oral assault of her own. An instant later, I roared out and then forced my erection into Kristanna's hot, moist pussy. I held her ankles above my head and pounded the beautiful blonde with a ferocity that I did not know even existed in me. I simply pulverized her pussy with my cock, not being one bit gentle or loving. I was too aroused for that. On her knees, Amy was getting her pussy taken care of by Kristanna as she was perched over her. Amy leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I hesitated for a moment, but found her tongue with my own and continued to furiously pound myself in-and-out of Kristanna with ruthless aggression. Amy broke the kiss with me and slid off of Kristanna's probing tongue and settled down upon the bed on her side. After a brief moment, she snaked her head forward and began to eagerly suck and slurp away upon one of Kristanna's taut breasts as I kept throttling away at her. It did not take long for Kristanna to scream out in her release as an orgasm consumed her body all at once. Despite the fact that, even as she went through the progression of orgasm - cresting high, then low - I continued to drop the proverbial hammer upon Kristanna, Amy immediately dove her face between the 23-year-old's thighs and gobbled up the juice which was literally gushing from her pussy. I pulled out and moved back, stroking my full erection. I was not finished with them. Not yet. "Both of you ... kneel next to each other - on your hands and knees," I told them. Although drained from the force of her orgasm, Kristanna obeyed and got onto her hands and knees directly beside Amy upon the mattress. I moved in behind Amy and quickly jammed my cock into her in the doggie-style position. I offered her ass a couple of heavy-handed slaps, then pulled out and thrusted my erection into Kristanna. I offered her a few powerful strokes while reaching around her slender body, cupping and squeezing her breasts. At the same time, Kristanna turned her head toward Amy and the two ladies exchanged wet, sloppy kisses. I pulled myself out of Kristanna and then inserted my shaft into Amy once again. I began to thump away at her, while also spanking that sore, smoldering ass of hers. "Fuck me, Jeremy!" Amy urged me. "Fuck me harder ... give it to me! Come on, give it to me! Harder!" Amy started to thrust her hips against my pelvis as I drilled her. At the same time, she continued to trade kisses with Kristanna. With a groan, I pulled out of Amy and then stepped back. "Both of you, turn around and take my cum," I demanded, my voice full of dominance. The two women eagerly turned and raised to their knees in front of me. They opened their mouths - ready and willing to swallow my thick, gooey sperm. I frigged my own shaft and then a moan emanated from deep within my throat. A split-second later, I growled as a blast of semen gushed out from within my erection and landed on both of their faces, and in their hair. A second eruption went into their eyes and even splattered onto their breasts. Kristanna and Amy grasped my cock and sucked the remainder of its juice out. Next, they turned toward one another and shared another kiss. Kristanna licked the sperm off of Amy's face and offered it to her, who sucked it from her tongue. I collapsed onto the mattress, but managed to roll onto my back. I was completely spent. However, Kristanna and Amy knelt on either side of me and continued to cleanse my cock with their mouths. Once finished, they laid down on either side of me and let out a series of content, satisfied sighs. I wrapped an arm around each of them, and soon the three of us were relaxing after our wondrous, passionate encounter. How much longer could I keep this pace up? Was I really going to be able to sexually satisfy four different women for the rest of my life? These past couple of days, my body had been running on fumes. Was it going to give out on me? ***End of Chapter 33*** Island Fever Ch. 34 Chapter 34: Benevolence ***** Just looking back at the previous six days alone, I had been engaged in some sort of sexual activity with one (if not two) of these ravenous ladies during five of them. This past Sunday, Lindsay put on a schoolgirl uniform and used her young charms as a way to seduce me out back by the pool. Tuesday, of course, Kristanna donned a schoolgirl outfit of her own and got Devon to dress up as a naughty cheerleader, and the pair of ladies shared me in a blistering three-some. The following day was when I caught Lindsay masturbating with the help of her teddy bear. What ensued was a very harsh spanking for Lindsay (because she really was a bad girl, you know) and, of course, my absolute taking of her in the shower afterward. On Thursday, Trish and I finally elevated our friendship into something much greater and far more intimate over three glorious hours of sex. I participated in a three-some with Kristanna and Amy on Friday and, near the end of it, I pulled a muscle in my back. I did not realize it at the time, but definitely felt it an hour or so later when the pain was absolutely debilitating. Unfortunately, it ruined what was supposed to be a memorable day with Amy where I envisioned asking for and then receiving a commitment from her. If that was going to become a reality, it would now have to wait for a couple of days. With my back in so much pain, Kristanna made me go to bed and would not allow me to leave it for the remainder of the day on Friday. She saw to it that any meals or drinks that I wanted were hand delivered by her or one of the other girls, and every possible whim I had was taken care of. The point here being was that having sex five out of six days - not to mention all the many trysts I had the four weeks prior to that - was having a definite toll on my body. I considered myself to be in pretty good shape. I was not a muscle man, but I had kept fairly active over the years with daily walks and countless hours of swimming. But the fact remained that I was a 39 year old man. I was not 21 any more. I did not have abundant and limitless energy like I once did. Nor was my body as limber and spry as it once was. Ever since the ladies made their arrival on the island five weeks ago, I had been pushing and overexerting myself far too much in order to not only please and satisfy them, but simply keep up with them. Indeed, my body had been running on fumes lately. After the latest three-some with Kristanna and Amy, I hit the proverbial brick wall. When I woke up on Saturday morning, I was feeling a little better. The discomfort was still there, mind you; whenever I shifted my body even slightly, pain flared in my back and shot to my sides as if a firecracker had gone off. Kristanna insisted that I have a doctor flown here from the mainland so he could examine me, but I was pretty confident that it was nothing more than a pulled muscle. I was using a heat pad and taking medication, and hoped to be back to normal soon enough. Thus, I told Kristanna that I did not need a doctor. I felt fine if I kept still, but I was such a restless person, thus it was difficult for me to do. Just the tiniest move sent hurtful tremors coursing throughout my back. I had never experienced an injury quite like this before. Kristanna protested, but I got out of bed Saturday night and made my way to the dinner table so I could eat and converse with everyone. Never mind the fact that it took me nearly a full minute just to work my way to my feet. My back felt as if it was on total lockdown. Still, I was improving. I was slow, but at least I could move. That was progress. It was also good to be out of my personal suite for the first time in about 30 hours. At one point, I was so bored and anxious while resting there that I actually began counting the zig-zags in the ceiling. When that happened, I knew that I needed a change of scenery. I needed to get out for at least a couple of hours. I was also very fortunate that Trish, who had been employed as a certified fitness instructor in her Ontario hometown before coming to the island, knew how to give one hell of a massage. After dinner concluded, Trish took me outside by the pool and expertly lathered various portions of my body with a cooling aloe gel solution. Under a tranquil, star-lit sky, Trish then used her skilled hands to work over not only my aching back, but my head, neck, shoulders, hips, legs, knees, feet and even my ears. An hour later, I felt totally fresh and revitalized. That was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the absolute best massage I had ever received. I was not out of the woods yet in terms of the discomfort in my back, but I was able to return to my bedroom without any assistance. Once there, Kristanna and Devon were waiting for me. I climbed into bed with them (as did Trish), and soon the four of us drifted off to sleep. The three ladies were on one side of the enormous, over-sized bed, their bodies tangled in a truly lovely mishmash. I was relegated to the other side and had to keep to myself. The ladies wanted to maintain a safe distance and not run the risk of aggravating my injury. Still, I would have liked to be somewhere in the middle of Kristanna, Devon and Trish for the entire night. With the ongoing medication and another massage from Trish on Sunday morning, I felt as if I was pretty close to being back to my usual self. There was just the occasional twinge as I made my way to the breakfast table and then enjoyed the delicious meal that Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, had prepared for us. I even did the dishes for her afterward. Kristanna, Devon and Trish had prior plans of going to the waterfall for an entire afternoon of fun and relaxation, but they all seemed to agree that it would be a better idea to stay in the mansion and help look after me. Actually, the idea was spearheaded by Kristanna. She had the tendency to go all mother hen on me whenever I felt even the slightest hint of discomfort (let alone a painful back injury). I told the trio that I appreciated their concern, but I would be fine here in the mansion and did not require their supervision or care. They had been planning on visiting the waterfall this afternoon for a few days now, and I did not want them to postpone their fun because of me. There was a bit of protest, but I won out in the end. I insisted that they go to the waterfall and not worry about me one bit. Of course, it goes without saying that Kristanna deemed it necessary to give me a wide list of restrictions while she and her two friends were away. There were actually too many to list, but some of the highlights included no jogging or cardio work, no weight training and no swimming. I could not leave the mansion, either. If my back acted up at all, I had to stop whatever it was that I was doing immediately, and call Kristanna on her cellular telephone. She would come running to my rescue. Or something like that. "And you are to do absolutely nothing sexual," was her final demand. "That is what got you hurt to begin with. I know Lindsay and Amy will be in and out of the house today. If you come across them, do not let them tempt you." "Our trip to Lima is tomorrow," I reminded Kristanna, "and I am not going to do anything to jeopardize it. I told you and the others that I would take you to the mainland one more time before Lindsay and possibly Amy goes home in eight days. We have been aiming for tomorrow as that day for some time. I am not going to risk it." "Do not worry about me," I assured not only her, but Devon and Trish as well. "I will have an uneventful, boring day." - Unfortunately, the clock was ticking. Tomorrow would be the five week anniversary of when my esteemed, lovely guests first made their appearance on the island. With all of them only originally scheduled to stay for six weeks, that meant Lindsay would be returning home a mere eight days from now. There was a possibility that Amy could decide to go back home as well, but I was fairly confident that she would make the wise decision and opt to stay here on the island and build a life with us. It was the only logical choice for her. I already had a commitment from Trish, so she was not going anywhere. Devon made it clear from the very outset that she never wanted to leave either Kristanna or myself. I did not know if I would one day find myself married to Devon or Trish, or perhaps both of them, along with Kristanna. Of course, Amy could and should be tossed into that mix as well. Marriage with any of them, minus Kristanna, was not a guarantee. Perhaps we would never get past the status of live-in girlfriend with one, two or maybe all three of them. A group marriage, however, seemed to be the primary goal. It was the pot at the end of the rainbow. This was what Kristanna wanted all along. She wanted a big, happy, loving family. Of course, it was not my vision at the outset of these six weeks to eventually walk away from them with two, three or even four wives. I would have been happy with one. That one, however - Kristanna - wanted there to be more. Many more. I was not going to stand in her way. Why would I? What sane man would turn down the opportunity to be with (up to) four women who could easily pass as Playboy centerfolds for the remainder of his life? You could even throw their looks out the window. Kristanna was the princess. She could do no wrong in my eyes. She loved me unconditionally and had proven, time and time again, that my feelings and desires were of far greater importance to her than her very own. Trish was the eternal ball of sweetness and sunshine who radiated good vibrations no matter where she went. How could I not want Trish in my life? How could I possibly turn her away? There was no doubt that Amy had her troubles. But those troubles - because I could relate to them due to my very own path and experiences in life - made Amy all the more appealing to me. The fact that Amy was not perfect - at least in my mind - made her even more perfect. Amy and I had a unique, special chemistry that was difficult to put into words. We just seemed right for each other. Unfortunately, I had not paid a lot of attention to Devon as of late. With the saga of Pamela - would she stay, would she go - followed by her sudden and abrupt departure (along with the dreaded Camille), and then my ongoing desire to fit Trish and Amy into our future plans, and the fact that Kristanna herself monopolized a lot of my time, Devon had mostly been an innocent bystander for the past couple of weeks. Oh, Devon kept busy and active with Kristanna (when the Norwegian was not with me), but my interactions with her here lately had been quite limited. At least, Devon and I did have sex this past week - in a three-some with Kristanna. I needed to incorporate Devon more into my life and put a heavy emphasis on her. With everything else going on as of late, I had taken Devon and her feelings for me for granted. I just automatically assumed that no matter what, Devon would always be there for me. I could work on these side projects of mine - Pamela, Trish, Amy and (to a much lesser extent) Lindsay, but I knew that no matter what, Devon would wait for me. There was literally no risk of her leaving. Being couped up in bed the past few days had given me some time to take a mental step back and really look at everything. I had been neglecting Devon and her emotions, despite the fact that she was the first woman of the entire group to proclaim her love for me and had never once wavered since. That, of course, was downright despicable of me. How could I have all but ignored Devon for the better part of three weeks? But I wanted Devon in my life. In our lives. She was clearly Kristanna's favorite of the trio. There was a time not too long ago - before Kristanna and I became such a hot item - that Devon was at the center of my thoughts. Back then, I had an inkling that Devon would be the one to emerge from these six weeks as my bride and soul-mate in life. Very simply, I had to get back to that point. I needed to put more of a focus on Devon from this day forward. I had to recall what made Devon so appealing and desirable to me in the first place, and then build from there. I could not allow myself to take her - or any of the other ladies - for granted ever again. If Devon was going to be my wife one day, then I needed to start treating her like it. It was not going to be today. Nor would it be tomorrow because, my back permitting, all of us were boarding the big boat at precisely 8:00am and then setting sail for a day on the mainland. So, I was aiming for Tuesday. Tuesday was going to be my day with Devon. I wanted to take her out on the island - much the same way I did for Trish on Thursday, and wanted to do on Friday for Amy before my injury - and spend the entire day with her. I was going to focus all of my energy and attention upon Devon, and do my best to make her feel special. I was already looking forward to it. - I freely admit that playing pool - or billiards, as some would call it - is one of my favorite activities. I consider it to be a fun and relaxing sport, although many people would claim that it is not really a sport at all. It is a great game if you are good at it, and made even better if those you play with are horrible at it. The ultimate as a guy, though, is when you get to play pool with a beautiful woman. It is not very often when you meet a woman who is actually good at shooting pool. Oftentimes, however, it simply does not matter. There is just something so utterly spectacular about a sexy girl holding a pool cue in one hand and smacking balls with the other. Just the thought boggles my mind. I was not an active participant on this Sunday afternoon in the recreation room, as I was sprawled out across one of the massive leather floor comforters while resting my back. But the show that I had a front row seat for was entertaining. I could, in fact, spend the rest of my day here. For the past 20 minutes, I had kicked back and idly watched the young and adorable Lindsay as she struggled mightily trying to pick up and grasp the game of pool. With each misplaced shot, it became obvious to me rather quickly that Lindsay had never played pool in her life until now. I was not complaining, mind you, nor did I have the desire to critique Lindsay and have her take a different approach. I was more than content to watch her stretch and exert her wondrous body in a different way with each shot, oftentimes bending over at the waist and making me wish I had that nice, taut ass of hers for lunch instead of that garden salad. Lindsay was so young and naive that I honestly believed she did not even realize the effect that she was having on me. It was not like Lindsay was dressed to kill, either. She looked nice - as usual - in a beige halter top that exposed a tiny bit of cleavage, with a black sweater over top of it and the buttons all the way open in the front. She had on a pair of black spandex pants and an oversized white belt, and black high-heels with modest two-inch pumps. Her blonde hair was loose; long and free-flowing, and she had a pearl necklace that dangled down past her midriff. The teen-ager looked as if she was getting ready to go to the mall with a close group of friends. "Are you looking forward to the boat ride to Lima in the morning?" I asked her, wanting to make friendly conversation. "I sure am," Lindsay responded, leaning over the pool table and then completely butchering another shot. Was it wrong of me to want to jam my face in that sweet, little ass of hers? Did it make me a bad person to gawk at her continuously like this? She then stood and turned toward me, giggling slightly. "I guess I'm not that good when it comes to shooting pool." "Keep practicing," I encouraged her, wanting her to continue. "Practice makes perfect." I motioned toward the pool table and mused, "Come on ... keep trying." Was my brain the driving force behind those words, or was it my cock? Lindsay gathered all of the balls and racked them, then broke them for another round. Wow, I never imagined how fun it could be to watch that 95 pound frame of hers attempt to shoot pool. Watching her bend and contort her body was mesmerizing. Indeed, I could stay here all day. "I'm thinking of doing something totally new and drastic with my hair at the salon in Lima tomorrow," Lindsay offered. "Oh? What is that?" "I'm thinking of getting red streaks in my hair," she answered, which caused my eyes to widen. I tried to envision this angel of innocence with multi-colored hair. "Do you think I would look good that way?" "If done correctly, yes," I told her. "Nothing too extreme ... perhaps some red highlights down the side?" I paused and added, "What brought this on?" "I've always wanted to have red streaks in my hair," the seductress responded. "It's just my mom was always against the idea. She has never approved of it at all." "You'll be going home in just eight days," I reminded her. "You don't want to face the wrath of your mother, do you?" "Oh ... I'll probably get the streaks taken out once I get back to Ohio." I winced in an erotic fashion as Lindsay leaned over again, her sweet ass jutting outward and staring me in the face, only for her to miss another shot and then stomp her high-heeled foot upon the floor in frustration. "Help me up, honey," I said, extending her my hand. Lindsay came over and took my hand, then slowly pulled me to my feet. I cringed in the process, feeling a momentary, sharp pain in my lower back and grasping it. "You really are old, Jeremy," Lindsay teased me. I guided the young woman over to the pool table, then wrapped my arms around her from behind and placed both my hands upon her wrists. I felt compelled to help her now. "This is a good position," I said, my front pressed against her back, as we both leaned over in unison. I helped Lindsay with the next shot, and we promptly sank three balls in two corner pockets. It was a minor victory, but she was happy. "OH!" Lindsay then exclaimed, her ass innocently brushing upon my pelvis and finding a hard, pulsing cock for her efforts. She even jumped somewhat, then turned toward me and lowered her gaze. Now, she definitely knew that I was aroused. The thin spandex she wore offering little barrier between us, Lindsay then moved her ass back and slid it up and down my pelvis. "Kristanna would kill me if I did anything with you, with the way my back is hurting." Oh, it was difficult to say that. I wanted to take this little sweetheart and toss her up onto the pool table, then literally split her in half like a wishbone as we had mad, passionate sex together. Lindsay frowned, but nodded her head in acceptance. "I know your back is hurting. I don't want to make it worse." Still, she offered my crotch one more quick glance and even licked her lips for emphasis. Begrudgingly, I went back to the leather floor comforter and gently collapsed onto it. I quickly figured that showing Lindsay some pointers and techniques when it came to shooting pool was probably not the greatest idea right now. She was hyper-sexual in her own right, and I could easily tell that it was frustrating to her that she could not take care of that massive lump in my shorts right now. Of course, it was frustrating to me as well. "You would look good with red streaks in your hair," I reiterated. "Nothing too wild or drastic, though. Just a couple of streaks, some highlights ... you'd look good. I don't know if that look would go over well with you wanting to get involved in the church and the ministry, though. I don't know of any ministers with double-colored hair." Lindsay giggled. "As I said, I'd get them taken out and my hair back to normal once I return home. I just want to have it done, and I know I had this style once. You know?" Lindsay placed the pool cue down upon the table and turned my way, now focusing all of her attention upon me. "Can I ask you a question, Jeremy?" She suddenly seemed hesitant. Island Fever Ch. 34 "Anything," I shrugged. "Feel free." "I don't want to sound too greedy, or for you to have a bad feeling about me," she stressed, before stepping forward and then dropping down to her knees in front of me. Lindsay then sat down upon her knees and pouted, "I'd like to talk about the money ... if you do not mind." "The money?" I asked, confused. Still pouting, Lindsay nodded her head. "Yes. When we all came here - myself and the other girls - you said each of us was guaranteed $100,000 for staying on the island and being a part of your life for six weeks. One of us, you said, was going to be paid $500,000. But you did gave no hints or clues as to how that person would be chosen." I nodded my head at her. "You are correct." "You already paid me, I guess, when you wired $100,000 to my mom's bank account during my first week here," she said. "My family really needed the money, you know, and it has been a great relief to them. My mom was able to pay off all of her credit card debt and make back payments on our house before the bank was able to foreclose on it." Lindsay pouted again and whined, "My father had no life insurance and we had little to no savings when he died last November. I ... I still ... I still cannot believe my father is dead." I reached out and squeezed Lindsay's left hand with my right. "I know you miss him, honey. He died way too young." "46," the young woman trembled. "He was just 46..." "Only seven years older than I am right now." Lindsay gulped her throat, again appearing somewhat nervous and hesitant. "Have you made a decision on who is going to be paid the $500,000 yet?" I was ready to answer her question, but she cut me off. "I mean ... I know it won't be Kristanna. I don't know if she was ever in the running to begin with, since she was not technically one of the six girls you brought here. Kristanna is your friend and all, and you already knew her. Seems to me that Devon and Trish would not need the money. Am I right? You have invited them to stay here on the island and be a part of your life. I cannot imagine you giving $500,000 to Camille after how rude and disrespectful she was toward you. She is not even here anymore. Neither is Pamela, but I think she would be out of the running too since she refused to accept the guaranteed $100,000 payout." Again, Lindsay gulped her throat and then fretted, "The way I see it, the $500,000 is going to be between me and Amy." Oh? What happens if Amy decides to stay on the island as well? Obviously, Lindsay was not aware of my plans. "Very astute and perspective," I complimented her. "You are right. Devon and Trish will not need the money, even though they will get it anyway. Camille is not getting any favors from me, obviously, and Pamela still refuses to take even a red cent from me. It would be foolish to try and offer her an additional $400,000." "So is it between me and Amy?" "I don't know," was my response for her. "Is it?" Lindsay was confused now. "You know ... I could really use that money. It would do so much good for my family." "I am sure that Amy could use it as well," I prodded her. "Only one of you was promised to receive it." Lindsay frowned and sagged her shoulders at my words. Thus, I brought her left hand to my lips and gently kissed it. "What would your family do, honey, with an additional $400,000?" "Well ... for starters, my mom could finally pay off the mortgage on our house. We would never have to worry about that again. My mom could buy a new car, then we could get new cars for myself and two of my three sisters, Gina and Alison. My other sister, Jennifer, is a single mom, and the money would go a long way in helping her too. We could put away a college fund for her daughter, Katherine, who is still a baby, and we could put some college money away for my younger sister Alison, who is 16." "Your mom was in a really big financial hole once your dad passed away, wasn't she?" Lindsay sulked and nodded her head at me as I continued, "It was the only reason you came to the island in the first place. You wanted the money." "Yes," she admitted. I thought things over for a moment or two. Yes, Lindsay was being a bit greedy and selfish here. But I understood why. Was she going to be angry if the money went to anyone other than her? Did Lindsay have any rightful justification, other than the fact that she was looking out for her family? Was it wrong of her to be having this discussion with me at all? None of that really mattered to me, honestly. "I know you want the big money, sweetheart, but I don't want you to dwell on it as we get closer to the end of the week, and then next Monday when you return home. I want you to enjoy your final few days on the island and not worry about who is getting what in terms of money." I kissed her hand again. "Your family has been through a lot of trying times over the past eight or nine months. Haven't they? It is also very obvious to me that you love your mom and your three sisters, and you want would do anything to help them." "Yes," Lindsay nodded, wiping away tears. "I'll tell you what, sweetheart. I don't want you to worry about the $500,000. Here is what I am going to do. All of those things you just mentioned to me, I will take care of myself." Lindsay's eyes went wide as I elaborated, "I will pay off the mortgage on your house so your mother or anyone else in your family will never have to worry about it again. The house will be bought and paid for; it will belong to your mom, and no one will ever take it from her. I will also set aside $25,000 each for you - your mother, your sisters Gina and Alison, and even Jennifer too if you want - so all of you can buy a nice, reliable new car." The tears were streaming down the 18-year-old's face now. Although quiet, Lindsay was barely able to control herself or her emotions. But I was not done. "I will also put up some college tuition money for baby Katherine, as well as your little sister, Alison. Neither of them will have to worry about paying for an education." Lindsay held her right hand out in front of her. It was actually trembling. And those tears were still pouring down her face. "Wh-Why w-would you d-d-do th-that for u-u-us?" I could tell that she was fighting the urge to completely break down and wallow around in a pool of tears. "You ... you n-never e-even m-m-met any of my f-f-f-family..." "Why wouldn't I?" was my simple response. "I think it is for a good cause." Lindsay hid her face and really start to sob now, although the proverbial dam had not quite broke just yet. But I was still not done with the generosity. "I want you to get on the telephone and call your family, call your mom ... sometime this afternoon," I instructed her. "As I said, it's obvious that all of you have been through a lot. Probably none more than your mother, who unexpectedly lost her husband and suddenly found herself as a single parent with no real way to make ends meet. I want you to call her, honey, and ask her to pick a place. Any place in the world ... doesn't matter where it is. Tell her to pick a place, because your entire family will be going on an all-expenses paid vacation there for three weeks in August. Everything - airline tickets, hotel, food - I'll pay for it. I want your family - particularly your mother - to have some good times for a change." "OH MY G-GOD!" Now, she had completely lost it. I brought Lindsay into my arms and embraced her lovingly. "Does not matter where it is. Europe, Australia, Hawaii, the Bahamas, Canada, Asia ... you tell your mom to pick a location. Your mom, your sisters and you ... the vacation of a lifetime. I will see to it that all of the expenses are paid. It will be my gift to your family." All Lindsay could do now was continue to sob and cry as I rocked her in my arms like a small child. Lindsay was so overcome with emotion that she could not even speak at the current moment. Obviously, my generosity had blindsided her. Perhaps I was a bit too benevolent in what I was offering, but I honestly did not think so. It amounted to nothing more than pocket change - considering my net worth was at over two billion dollars in US currency - for me to do this act of kindness for a family that really needed (and deserved) it. The father died at such a young and tragic age, and his family was left in shambles because of it. I could not imagine what it must have been like for Lindsay, age 17 at the time, to one morning see her father so vibrant and full of life, then come home from school later that afternoon only to find him dead on the sofa. Lindsay once explained to me that the paramedics rushed out to the scene, only to pronounce her father dead, call the coroner and then just leave. That is right ... the paramedics left Lindsay, along with her sister Alison, alone with their dead father on the sofa. Apparently, they did not want to deal with a dead body or the fact that two teen-age girls had just lost their father and needed support and help. They left all the work to the coroner. How traumatic was it for Alison, who was even younger than Lindsay, to have her father cruelly ripped away from her at such an impressionable age? What about the two older sisters? And the mother, who was suddenly a widow? All of the money in the world would not bring back Lindsay's father - Donald was his name - nor would it erase the pain and suffering that she and her family had endured. But I felt the money that I was giving them, as well as the vacation, could help ease things a bit. The family deserved something good to happen to it. I wanted to help. And yes, Lindsay was going to get the $500,000 payout in addition to everything else. She was going to get it all along. Then again, all of the ladies were originally going to get it. How could I have justified giving $500,000 to one woman, but a mere $100,000 to the rest of them? That would be a horrible thing for me to do. "I l-love y-you, J-Jeremy," Lindsay proclaimed, barely able to get the words out. "I ... I'm g-going to miss you s-so much ... when I ... when I go b-b-back h-h-home." She began sobbing uncontrollably again. "Why d-d-do y-you h-h-have t-to be so perfect ... and so ... so n-n-nice?" "Easy," I murmured. "It's for a good cause. You." Lindsay's eyes were a bloodshot red and her face was a total mess as she looked up at me. "I ... I'm n-never going to find a b-better m-m-man - a better PERSON - than y-you in my en-entire l-life. Am I?" Lindsay glanced downward for a moment, then made eye contact with me yet again. "Oh God ... I ... I'll never f-find anyone who is better t-to me th-than you." She took a deep breath, trying desperately to compose herself, and then professed, "Kristanna is ... the luckiest girl ... on the face of the planet ... to have you." "Thank you, honey." Those words really hit home with me. I even felt like crying now myself, but I was able to hold back and suppress the urge. Within the context of our discussion, that was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to me. It really struck a chord inside of me. "No, THANK YOU," she insisted, placing a simple kiss upon my cheek. Lindsay tried to wipe away her influx of tears, and sniffed her nose several times in succession. "Did you say that Kristanna, Devon and Trish will be away for the rest of the afternoon? They are at the waterfall?" I reached out with my right hand and grazed the young woman's forehead, then tenderly caressed and stroked her long, free-flowing hair with it. "Yes, they are at the waterfall. They won't be back for several hours." "This might be my last chance to really be alone with you," she pouted, gulping her throat. Lindsay turned, then reclined back against my front and placed her head upon my shoulder. She snuggled up all nice and tight, then took my right hand and clenched it with both of hers at her stomach. Lindsay wiped away yet more tears with her left hand, then glanced up at me and begged, "Will you ... just hold me, Jeremy? Pl-Please? I ... I never want this moment to end." "I'll hold you for as long as you want me to," was my heartfelt response, as tears now streaked down my own face. ***End of Chapter 34*** Island Fever Ch. 35 Chapter 35: Quadruple ***** "Look," Kristanna murmured, making a face and shaking her blonde head as she shivered theatrically. "And also, yuck." "Yuck?" Devon asked her, glancing around, as I stood next to the two ladies and silently admired them. "What yuck?" "This yuck." Kristanna cringed and pointed to a sign on the cosmetics table. The female model on it was very tall and stick-thin just like Kristanna, but also had deeply sunken cheeks and bruise-colored mascara ringing her eyes. "How could anyone possibly put that on their face? Yuck." "I don't get it," Devon said, shaking her head. "What's the point of looking like that? It's not attractive at all." She picked up one of the sample lipsticks, pulled off its cap and then twirled it open. It was a ghastly brown color. Kristanna again made a sour face as she shook her head, eyeing the lipstick. "I don't think I'll be buying that." Kristanna picked up another tester and revealed a truly disgusting bluish-black color to Devon. "Again ... YUCK!" "I bet that as a man you must LOVE being in the middle of a beauty shoppe watching these two pick and dabble at everything in sight," Trish said to me with a leisurely grin. Casually leaning against a metal bannister, Trish then placed her hand atop my shoulder and patted it twice in sympathy. "Ahh ... the sacrifices you must make for us, Jeremy." "I don't mind," I told Trish, my eyes still focused upon Kristanna and Devon. "I actually enjoy it. It's therapeutic to me, really. I love seeing you girls happy." Trish giggled merrily and eased her leg back, resting a spiked boot-heel upon the railing behind her. "Well, Krissy and Devon are definitely happy. These two are in their true element here it seems. They obviously love to shop." The four of us were at a cosmetics boutique in Larcomar, which was Lima's most upscale and prestigious shopping center. This mall was one of the most unique and interesting places I had ever visited in the world. Larcomar appeared to be a nice cliff-side park at initial glance, with fountains, a few palm trees and people gathered at the railing overlooking the ocean. Upon closer inspection, however, Larcomar was a triple-tier shopping center that was actually built into the cliff. To access it, one had to descend through a tunnel via an escalator. The views this mall provided of the Pacific Ocean were simply breathtaking. On the first level, which was open-air and where we were now, stores varied from mainstream clothing shoppes to bookstores and boutiques that specialized in Peruvian artwork and handcrafts. American staples such as Burger King, Kentucky Fried Chicken and T.G.I. Friday's also made an appearance here. This was, at least in my opinion, the nicest place in all of Lima to visit. I simply tagged along as Kristanna, Devon and Trish began at one end of the plaza and were now working their way toward the other. Nothing was out of bounds for them to try on or sample. Whether it was Peruvian cuisine at a concession stand, information booklets, sunglass frames, hats or mascara here in the cosmetics shoppe, the three ladies - especially Kristanna and Devon - poked their way through everything. As Devon was in the process of sniffing a tiny bottle of perfume, Kristanna called out, "Oh ... look here, baby!" "Another yuck?" she asked, turning around. "No, not at all," the Norwegian answered, holding up an ugly, orange-streaked blouse with a small hint of fur-like material on it. "Look. Does this scream me, or what?" "I don't know if it screams you," Devon responded after a short pause. "It could scream you, I guess, if you were someone else. But you're not. You're you. You know?" Offering a fake pout, Kristanna lightly stomped her foot upon the floor and turned her attention toward me. "What do you think, Jeremy? Does this blouse scream me, or what?" I tried to imagine Kristanna in the tacky thing. It sure would be a sight. Honestly, it looked hideous. Thankfully, I could tell that she was not serious about wanting to buy it. Kristanna was simply being her usual, goofy self. "I think you ought to stick to tank-tops and shorts," was my advice for her. "You know ... your usual attire back on the island. Although, I must admit, if you were to wear that thing, I could spot you from a mile away. Anyone could." Kristanna offered another playful frown as she placed the blouse back onto its rack. "You guys have no fashion sense whatsoever. You have to be fashion forward, like me." "That thing would set civilization back a hundred years," Devon mused, withholding a smile. "I could see you in that, Krissy. You wouldn't be caught dead in that top!" "I think that blouse would really look good on Trish," Kristanna deadpanned. "I don't," the Canadian immediately shot back. Suddenly, Lindsay and Amy appeared out of nowhere. Two full shopping bags on one arm and using the other to hold Amy's hand, Lindsay was beaming with delight as she looked my way. "We're back, Jeremy." She motioned toward the department store bags and swooned, "Got some goodies too." I also noticed that Amy had an overflowing bag of her own. Indeed, women absolutely love to go shopping... "You girls are gonna bankrupt me today," I chuckled. All six of us were in the midst of our day-long excursion through the Miraflores district of Lima. After arriving via the big boat around noon-time, the ladies spent three hours at the hair salon and massage spa, and were thus treated to world-class pampering and style. Next, after coming here to Larcomar and grabbing a bite to eat at the food court, I literally unleashed the ladies by telling them to freely browse the mall and buy whatever their little hearts desired. All of it, of course, was on me. Lindsay reached into one of her bags and pulled out a sexy two-piece bikini with bright neon colors and psychedelic designs all over it. "What do you think?" she asked me. I suddenly found myself envisioning what this little princess would look like in the saucy bikini. The mere thought was enough to make my cock rustle about within my trousers. "You have to model that for me back on the island before going home in seven days," was my simple request. "Oh trust me, I will," she promised. "Lindsay may model her new bikini for Jeremy," Kristanna told the others in a teasing, playful voice, "but you know it won't stay on for very long. He won't let it." "It would be like the wrapping on a Christmas gift," Devon cooed. "Jeremy would have to rip it off!" "Yeah..." Trish agreed, eyeing Lindsay wistfully. "You look so different!" Devon exclaimed at Lindsay, reaching out and gently grasping her face. "But I love it!" Lindsay followed through on what she told me were her intentions during our private, heartfelt discussion in the recreation room yesterday; she got a new hairstyle at the salon earlier today. Her long-flowing blonde hair, which I had always found to be so exquisite and perfect, now had a collection of red streaks running throughout it. The red was actually classified as mahogany, which was the darkest shade the salon offered. Those bright red streaks coursing throughout her blonde hair looked bold and utterly gorgeous. I had my doubts beforehand that Lindsay would appear totally out of place, or simply not natural, with this new hairstyle. But I had been wrong; she looked absolutely remarkable. I could not believe just how good. "I love it," Lindsay grinned, glancing at a nearby mirror for perhaps the millionth time today, and admiring herself. She even blew a tiny kiss at her own reflection! "Your momma is really gonna flip out when she sees you next week," Kristanna chided the 18-year-old. Devon crinkled her nose and reiterated a point that I made yesterday by saying, "I have never known of a church minister with red streaks all up and down their hair." "I'm not a minister yet!" Lindsay defended herself, smiling. "Let me live a little and have some fun. I plan on getting these removed next week once I'm back in Ohio. Most of it will probably be washed away by then, anyway." "I think it looks great," Devon assured her. "One thing is for certain," Kristanna mused. "Lindsay the preacher girl will get down on her knees and pray to Jeremy after she models that bikini for him sometime this week." "Kristanna!" Lindsay scoffed, taken aback that she would mix religion and sexual promiscuity in such a way. "Did your mom say where she wants to go with you and your sisters on that vacation Jeremy promised them?" Lindsay nodded her head at Devon. "Yes ... Italy. My mom has always dreamed of going to Italy. She cannot believe that Jeremy is going to make it become a reality for her, as well as our family, especially considering the fact she has never met him and most likely never will. My mom was blown away by Jeremy's generosity. Jeremy is going to pay off our house, buy all of us new cars, and put aside college tuition for my younger sister and my niece." Lindsay again nodded her head and looked at me, her voice cracking as she ended, "Yeah ... my mom, my family ... blown away. Just blown away." "That is what Jeremy does," Kristanna told Lindsay. "He is good at that. Helping others makes him happy." "I know," Lindsay smiled, her gaze still locked upon me. "Jeremy is the most amazing man in the whole, wide world. It took me awhile, but I now realize that. Finally. I will never meet a better man than him." I actually blushed at her words, then shook my head and told the ladies as a group, "We are running late. Let us go back to the limousine, and get to our next destination." I did not want this discussion to become a love-fest in such an open and public place. Lindsay, who was dressed in ripped blue jeans, along with a black spaghetti-strap tank-top and black sneakers, reached into her other bag and retrieved a pair of oversized shades. "Thank you for everything," she told me, kissing my cheek in the process and then shielding her eyes with the sunglasses. -- Wanting to confine our tour to Miraflores - which was the most glitzy and (more importantly) safest district of Lima - our next stop was the Huaca Pucllana Archaeological Complex. This towering adobe pyramid and its surrounding buildings were constructed 1600 years ago by the Wari Culture, a smart and intellectual pre-Inca mix of Moche, Nazca and Paracha people who formed this scenic city by the sea. Nowadays, there was a gift mart, gourmet restaurants and even a fully-stocked museum within the hallowed palace walls. I then decided that it was time for the ladies to get some walking exercise in. First we went to Parque del Amor - or Park of Love, translated to English - and enjoyed the romantic sea views during a leisurely stroll. The scenery became even more stunning as we toured a six mile stretch of Miraflores' Pacific-crashed cliffs by foot. We enjoyed the many sights and sounds; for example there were surfers and swimmers below, the occasional para-glider overhead, with families and tourists alike constantly passing us by on the trail, usually with friendly smiles to boot. With the limousine waiting for us at the end of our long hike, we all climbed into it and were promptly escorted across Miraflores to Astrid y Gastón, which was one of my favorite restaurants in all of Lima. Featuring full Peruvian cuisine, several of the ladies had no clue what to order and asked for input from the patient and thoughtful server. There was no hesitation from me as I ordered perhaps the most authentic Peruvian dish of them all, lomo saltado. Made of sliced beef stir-fry and mixed with tomatoes, soy sauce, red onions, yellow chiles, cilantro and vinegar, with french fries and rice tossed in for good measure, I had always found lomo saltado to be strangely delicious. Some of the ladies were leery of trying their food because it was new to them and nothing like anything they ever tasted before, but ultimately everyone seemed to enjoy their meal. Devon got the most unique dish - tacu tacu. Made of beans, rice, onions, bacon and spices, everything was mixed together into a thick and hearty pancake and then pan-fried with an egg on top. Devon found the tacu tacu dish, although it looked quite peculiar, to be absolutely delicious. The time was approaching 9:00pm when I took the ladies to Parque Kennedy, which was the central hub and plaza of Miraflores. We could have toured the flea market here or the many roadside stands, but everyone agreed to settle down and enjoy the live music in the main square. Feeling bold and adventurous, Lindsay eventually joined one of the bands on stage and danced to the beat as if she was in a night club. Many of the locals hooted and hollered at the sight, obviously appreciating a beautiful American woman with a flawless, slender body (not to mention red streaks in her hair), prancing and strutting her stuff for all to enjoy. I could tell that Lindsay enjoyed the attention. It was exhilarating for her to do that in front of everyone. By now, my back was really sore. The pulled muscle I endured on Friday seemed cured this morning, but after nine hours of activity in the city, I was not sure how much more I could take. After all, we still had a four hour boat ride back to the island with me as the only capable person to helm the ship. It was getting difficult for me to even move. I did not let the ladies know that I was hurting, however. If she had any clue, Kristanna would probably throw a fit and insist that I go to the local medical center for a check-up. Instead, I said that I was tired and reminded them of the long cruise back to the island that awaited us. I suggested that we go to the port of Callao in downtown Lima and board the boat, then return home. Everyone was in agreement. We set sail at 11:00pm, which meant our estimated time of arrival on the island would be 3:00am. Indeed, it was going to be a very long and taxing cruise for me. -- Just like our initial trip to Lima some two-and-a-half weeks ago, I had the soothing, therapeutic sounds of Kristanna and Devon sleeping together next to me upon the floor here in the main bridge during the voyage back home. This time, however, the scene was even more satisfying as Trish was nestled between them and snoozing her cares away as well. What a stunning mishmash of female perfection to witness... And just like two-and-a-half weeks ago, I had a visitor past midnight as I steered and guided the boat back home. Last time, it was Pamela. This time, I was graced by the presence of Amy. Could my life be any more divine? "Hi Jeremy," Amy greeted me in a quiet, reserved tone. She glanced over at Kristanna, Devon and Trish, obviously not wanting to rouse them. "Can we talk for a moment?" "We sure can," I responded. "What's up?" Amy was decked out in a simple white t-shirt that was easily a few sizes too small - thus accentuating her proud, massive breasts even more than usual - as well as a pair of denim cut-off shorts and flip-flop shoes. Her long red hair was tied into a stylish pony-tail, and of course the dazzling smile upon her enchanting face as she looked back at me was totally pure and genuine. Having played the role of her dominant Master for well over a week now, I preferred Amy in mini-skirts and even told her that she was to wear them from now on. In fact, I even instructed her that she was to go to sleep in them. But I made an exception for today. I figured that Amy, who absolutely dreaded the idea of wearing panties, would cause too much of an uproar in the public streets if she were to have one of her little mini-skirts on. I did not want any undue attention brought onto us; there had been enough for us already - with me being the lone man with an entourage of five drop-dead gorgeous women. "Yes," Amy simply said, that smile of hers now huge. "Yes?" I countered, confused. "Yes ... what?" "Yes, dear Jeremy ... of course I will stay with you and the girls," Amy answered, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around me in a loving embrace. She twirled her head and tucked her neck upon mine, and squeezed tightly with both arms. "You do such a bad job of hiding your intentions..." The discomfort I felt in my back while still on the mainland? It was mysteriously and suddenly gone as I ended the embrace, only to pull back so I could look into Amy's green eyes. They were glistening with emotion, and that smile never once left her face. "I know you've been meaning to ask me for a couple of days now," Amy admitted, pecking my lips with a kiss. "It has been so obvious. If Kristanna, Devon and Trish will accept me, then yes ... I would love to spend the rest of my life with you." Amy giggled, then wiped away a single tear and mused, "Who else is gonna make me take my medicine each day and keep me in line quite like you do?" "Come here," I simply responded, engulfing the 31-year-old with both arms and hugging her fiercely. Not a word was said. For three minutes, Amy and I simply stood there, embracing each other. The love and adoration that silently flowed from our bodies and souls spoke louder than any words possibly could. This did not require a long discussion or build-up where Amy, after several minutes of explanation, would offer me the commitment I so desperately wanted from her. It was perfect, really. Yes. That was all Amy originally said to me. It was all she needed to say. I could have easily continued to hold and protect Amy in my arms from from now until the end of time, but had to remind myself that there was an important task here at hand. I twirled Amy around so her back was facing my front. With my hands upon her sides, I guided her over to the captain's chair and took a seat there. Amy then settled down across my lap. In response, I reached upward and groped one of her plump breasts through the t-shirt that she wore. "I will drive the boat!" Amy squealed in an energetic, lively voice, her hands now clutching the steering wheel. "We may wind up in Alaska with you at the controls," I teased her, still cupping and kneading that luscious breast. I sniffed and reveled in the fragrance of Amy's silky-smooth, long red hair. With a combination of grapefruit, gardenia, amber and vanilla, the scented shampoo the salon used on her earlier was musky and very sensual. It was enough to make my senses swoon with delight. "You drive me crazy, Amy..." "I could say the same about you, Jeremy." Amy nudged her hot, wondrous ass upon my crotch and rubbed it over and across my growing shaft in a highly exaggerated fashion. "I love all of the time that I get to spend with you!" Soon, Amy glanced over at the three sleeping beauties in the cabin with us - Kristanna, Devon and Trish. None of them had moved or shown any inclination of waking up any time soon. "Maybe you would like it if I stayed with you here for a little while? You know ... keep you company?" "I would like that very much." Amy giggled. "Only if I get to steer the boat! Only if I get to steer the boat..." She kept her hands upon the wheel and turned it from side-to-side in a repeated motion, causing the vessel to temporarily drift to either direction. "Don't play around, honey," I said, placing my hands upon hers and steadying the wheel. "This boat is not a toy." Amy turned her head and offered me a teasing frown. "Oh ... you are no fun, Jeremy! No fun at all!" "Don't make me spank you for being a bad girl." Amy giggled hysterically this time, then began turning and spinning the wheel either way with reckless abandon. Obviously, she welcomed the idea of being spanked... -- My future was now clear, and set. Not only was I going to marry Kristanna, but Devon, Trish and Amy were going to be along with us for every step of the way. Perhaps all three of them would marry me, as well as each other, too? Island Fever Ch. 35 Years from now, I could start my day off hamming it up with Kristanna. No one could make me laugh quite like she did. Then, I would take a romantic walk on the beach with Trish, only for us to go scuba diving afterward. I would focus upon Devon next, helping her in the garden. Then it would be time to unwind with Amy, who would perform fellatio on me - or anything else I told her - like a true submissive. Eventually, I would go to bed with all four ladies nestled against me somehow, only to then wake up and do something entirely different with each of them the next day. Satisfying and keeping four women happy every single day for the rest of my life seemed like a monumental task, but I was going to give it my best shot. But just the thought alone made that pain in my back somehow return and flare up again... ***End of Chapter 35*** Island Fever Ch. 36 Chapter 36: Process ------------------------------------------------- "Devon, Trish and Amy are all going to skip breakfast?" I asked Kristanna, my arms draped over her shoulders and gently encircling her from behind, my hands also linked at her midriff, as I followed her into the formal dining room. Kristanna nodded her head and answered, "Yeppers. Devvy said she was going to steal your Jeep and take the girls to the lava beds on the north side of the island for a long morning picnic. They left about a half-hour ago." "My Jeep?" I confirmed, feigning anger. "Devon took my Jeep? You know that no one TOUCHES my Jeep." I was merely joking, though, but Kristanna was well aware of that. "I told you Devvy stole it," she laughed. "But you didn't tell me about it until now. You know, Krissy ... failure to report a crime is a felony itself." "What are you going to do, Jeremy?" the lovely 23-year-old swooned, her expression playful. "Lock me up and throw away the key? Who would marry you then?" "I've got a couple of possibilities." Kristanna made a face, then snickered, "Duly noted ... I suppose that you have a point there." "You do realize that I had plans of spending the day with Devon today, right? Yet she went off with the others." "Devvy will be back shortly after noon," Kristanna assured me. "You can have the whole rest of the day with her." I serenaded the back of my fiancee's neck with kisses as we made our way over toward the dining room table. "Why didn't you go with the other girls on the picnic?" Now trapped between my front and the table, Kristanna turned to face me and offered a glittering, seductive smile. "Why ... when I can spend time here with you instead?" I tilted my head and smiled at her. "You're so precious." I placed my hands on either side of Kristanna's trim waist, then hoisted her up and set her down upon the very edge of the table. When she hooked one leg around my hip, I moved in for a deep, pleasurable kiss. "A lot has been going on here the past couple of days," she observed once our kiss was complete. "First it was Trish and you getting her to agree to stay with us and try to build a life here, and then of course the same thing last night with Amy on the boat. And, your decision to basically set Lindsay's family up for the rest of their lives in terms of finances." Kristanna paused, then wondered, "Are Trish and Amy even friendly with each other? I don't see them doing things together quite often." "I agree," was my response. "But I think it can grow. I know a few weeks ago, Trish was really upset at Amy." Kristanna nodded. "Yeah ... the whole you stole Lindsay from me and are planting bad ideas in her head thing. I believe that is one reason why Devvy took Trish and Amy on the picnic up to the lava beds. She wants them to become closer and more friendly - more intimate - with each other. I think Trish is a lot more accepting of Amy as of late, with the sudden change to her personality and demeanor." "Have you spoken to her?" "I've spoken to both of them," she informed me. "Trish did not care for the gruff and ultra-aggressive Amy. She is much more tolerable of the passive and submissive Amy. In essence, Jeremy, by becoming Amy's Master - her keeper, her protector - in life, you have put a muzzle on her." "A muzzle?" "It's a good thing," Kristanna assured me. "A very good thing. Amy is much more approachable and social now. She is no longer concerned for herself, and her own gains." "You do realize she has mental health issues..." "Oh, I know," Kristanna nodded. "I also know that the medicine Amy is taking is helping her out too ... just as much, if not more, than your influence on her." Kristanna thought that over for a moment or two. "Actually, your influence on Amy is the biggest and most decisive thing." She giggled and then proclaimed, "Congratulations, Jeremy ... you tamed Amy. You tamed the wild beast!" "I tamed her?" "No one else could possibly do it, but you did," Kristanna told me. "You've domesticated her! Remember how wild and aggressive Amy was when she first came to the island? Look at her now ... timid and submissive." The young woman smiled, then nodded her head once again. "It's what I thought all along about her. Amy was a little girl trying to play big girl games. It took 31 years for someone to find that little girl inside of her, but you did. You did, Jeremy. Amy just wants to give up all control, and feel safe and shielded. She just wants to crawl into your arms and never look back." "And of all the people in the world," I said, "the one that Amy looks up to and wants to be a dominant figure in her life is ME. That doesn't make much sense." Kristanna giggled. "It is kind of funny. You are so passive and easy-going, Jeremy, so friendly ... I would have never thought of you as being strict and authoritative with others ... especially women. But you have developed quite a dominant side to your personality. You've been convincing with Amy, and even Lindsay." "There's really only one thing left for me to do." "What's that?" "Now I need to tame and domesticate YOU." Kristanna burst out into laughter at my unexpected words. "Good luck with that, mister!" She even pushed me away from her, albeit in a playful manner. "Lindsay ... you are going to miss her when she goes home in six days. Aren't you, Jeremy? You and her have gotten a lot closer as of late." "I will," was my admission. "I love having her around. I wish she would stay as well, but I know that will never happen. Not only does Lindsay want to go back to her family, but there would be the whole other issue with Trish. Trish was very adamant during my talk with her that if she was going to stay, Lindsay would NOT be staying." "That's only because Trish cannot be with Lindsay in a romantic or sexual sense," Kristanna theorized. "If Trish could, she would jump at the chance for Lindsay to stay." I shrugged my shoulders. "Regardless, it does not matter. Lindsay loves her family and is dying to get back to them. Perhaps we can visit her in the future from time to time?" Kristanna nodded. "Her family lives about 20 minutes from where your momma, your sister and one brother lives, right? In the Cincinnati area? When we visit your family in the future, Jeremy, maybe we can visit Lindsay, too. Take her out to dinner or something." "But only if Trish is okay with it," I clarified. "Trish would not go to the dinner," Kristanna told me. "She would stay behind in the hotel ... or wherever. Trish does not want to ever see Lindsay again once she goes home next Monday. You cannot blame her." "No, you can't..." "At least, Jeremy, it seems that you are past the stage of worrying about whether or not Lindsay actually cares about you, or if she just looks at you as a dollar sign to help her family out. I think it is fairly obvious that over the past week or so, Lindsay has actually fallen in love with you. Lindsay now realizes that she will never meet a better man than you, Jeremy. She even says so herself." "Lindsay is young," Kristanna continued. "It took her awhile to understand that. But the rest of us ... we are older. We have been around the block a couple of times. That is why Devvy and Pamela latched onto you so quick, Jeremy, and did not want to let go. Trish, Amy, myself ... we all know and realize that a man like you does not come around all that often. We all latched onto you. Look at the sacrifices others are making to be with you." I still did not quite understand what Kristanna, as well as the others, found so appealing about me. Perhaps I never would. Honestly, I looked at myself as just an average, ordinary 39-year-old man. There were both good and bad things about me, but I do not believe anything stood out either way. Surely, no one would ever mistake me for a male model or famous movie star who posed for the cover of GQ. But I was not going to dispute Kristanna's assessment of me. I was glad she felt the way she did. On the other hand, Kristanna truly was the poster girl for perfection. I loved her more than anything, and there was no length that I would not go to in order to make her happy in life. "How is your back feeling today? Is it better?" I nodded my head at her. "Yes, it is. I took some pain medicine late last night once we got back to the island from Lima, then I took more this morning. Feels fine now ... but I do not want to risk anything with it until at least tomorrow." "There is no reason, Jeremy, for you to worry whether or not you'll be able to keep up and satisfy four women over the long haul," Kristanna advised me. "It won't be just your job, you know. Us girls won't be JUST coming to you for sex and companionship - we will have each other, too." Kristanna breathed deeply, then pressed on, "I think our future life together will be a lot like the past five weeks have been for you, Jeremy. We can dial your workload back a bit, per se, but I think it will be very similar. One day you may focus on me, or Devvy, or Trish, Amy ... then the next day it may be someone else. Or it may be the same person. Or a group of two ... it will vary. Whomever you are not with, there will be someone else for them to spend time with. If you decide to spend the day with Devvy and Amy, for example, then Trish and I would have each other to ourselves. I like the idea of something new and fresh every single day." "You have always been fascinated with the idea of a group relationship," were my words for her. "I have," she admitted. "I love the idea. I love the mere thought of being with a different person every single day. But that does not mean I would love you any more or less, Jeremy, if our relationship was one-on-one. Be it one-on-one, or with three other girls, I still love you the same. I would still focus on you ... and YOU would be MY center. You are my center ... just as you say I am yours. I just ... you know I am girl-crazy, Jeremy. You know that." I chuckled and shook my head at her. "My intention in bringing all of these girls to the island was NOT to emerge from these six weeks with the possibility of one day having FOUR wives. I just wanted one. I'd be happy with one." "You may never take that extra step with Devvy, Trish and Amy. You may never actually marry them, Jeremy. They may just stick around and be girlfriends for you. Me, though ... I WILL marry Devvy. She and I are tying the knot shortly after you and I do, Jeremy." Kristanna smiled brightly and cooed, "That reminds me ... you and I should get married next month when we visit my family in Norway." "I already figured you would say that, Krissy. I would be honored to marry you in front of your friends and family; in your native country - your back yard, so to speak..." Kristanna crinkled her nose and giggled, then kissed me flush on the lips and chirped, "Did you ever think, Jeremy, in your wildest dreams that you would one get married in the greatest country in the whole, wide world? Norway?" I shook my head and answered, "Can't say that I did." "Mid-August," Kristanna proclaimed. "I say you and I get married in the middle of August. That gives us five weeks to prepare and get everything ready." "Whatever you want, sweetheart, it's fine with me." "Oh ... look at that," Kristanna said, suddenly glancing over my shoulder. "Hi, baby." I turned and found myself delighted by the wondrous sight of Lindsay. Dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt (with the logo of a punk rock band that I had never heard of on it), the 18-year-old had on a stylish pair of sunglasses, but they were propped high on her forehead and thus, not shielding her eyes. As usual, Lindsay never ceased to amaze. She looked absolutely divine. "Hi Krissy. Hi Jeremy," she greeted back. "Is it time for breakfast yet? I'm hungry." Kristanna dropped down from the edge of the dining room table, then made her way over to Lindsay and promptly planted a long, tongue-laced kiss directly upon her lips. Obviously not expecting that, Lindsay took a step back once it was over and her face blushed brightly in response. "I love your hair," Kristanna murmured, motioning toward the sassy red streaks that seamlessly blended with her blonde tresses. "Did you wash it yet this morning?" Lindsay smiled faintly, then shook her head. "Not yet. Not until later. I think it looks perfect now. I don't want to mess up what they did at the salon yesterday." "Devvy, Trish and Amy went out for a morning picnic," Kristanna said to Lindsay. "Jeremy and I told Louisa not to worry about making breakfast this morning." Lindsay pouted as Kristanna continued, "But you're hungry? I think we can find something nice and juicy for you to munch on." "Oh? What's that?" Kristanna looked over at me for a brief second, then re-focused all of her attention upon Lindsay. "I know that Jeremy over there has had a bad and achy back the past couple of days, honey, but have you had the chance to properly thank him for what he volunteered to do for you and your family?" "I've thanked him a million times since Sunday." "No," Kristanna countered, defiant. "I mean, REALLY thank him. You know..." The Norwegian made a fist, then brought it close to her mouth and began making oral sex motions with it. My eyes wide at the idea, Lindsay's face reddened yet again. "I bet you haven't had the chance to thank him properly yet." Lindsay glanced my way, then licked her lips at the prospects. "No, I haven't." "Would you like to?" Kristanna wondered, suddenly taking Lindsay by the hand and guiding her over toward me. "I don't want to hurt his back, or anything," she fretted. My God, what a sweetheart Lindsay was... "Oh, you won't hurt his back," Kristanna insisted. "Not just sucking his cock. He feels better today, anyway." She patted Lindsay's little ass and encouraged her, "C'mon, baby. I know how much you want to thank Jeremy for everything he has done for you. And I know how much you LOVE sucking cock. Why don't you get down on your knees and thank him properly?" "Would you like that, Jeremy?" Lindsay inquired, shedding her sunglasses and putting them off to the side. "Very much so," I eagerly replied, my shaft already thick and bulging within my trousers. "Can we go into the den?" was Lindsay's only request. "I don't know why, but the dining room floor hurts my knees." "Oh, you poor thing," Kristanna swooned, already guiding Lindsay out of the dining room by hand. Of course, I was quick to follow. I would have been a fool not to. With her free hand, Lindsay reached back and snatched one of my own. We now had a three-person train chugging along. "Best of all, honey," Kristanna proclaimed, "I'm going to be there and watch you thank Jeremy for his generosity..." ------- Gripping the length of my cock with her little, manicured hand, Lindsay smiled at me and offered it a good, hard squeeze. Moments after I allowed her and Kristanna to lead me out of the dining room, I was now in the den with Lindsay on her knees in front of me. The sweet-as-silk teen-ager was so eager to perform oral sex on me that she immediately dropped down to her knees once we first entered the den. Thus, I found myself floating somewhere high on cloud nine. "Hmmmmm ... that feels so good," I moaned out loud, as the little angel palmed my testicles with her left hand and gently caressed them. I kept my gaze locked on Lindsay as she licked and swiped at the tip of my cock with her tongue. Eventually, Lindsay slipped my pulsating shaft between those moist, red lips, and took half of it into her mouth. I momentarily closed my eyes and sighed contently, reveling in the feel of her warm, luscious mouth. Seated on the edge of the sofa, I growled out in ecstasy once Lindsay, who was nestled atop her knees in front of me, locked eyes with me and offered a hot, vampish expression. Her blonde head was already bobbing back-and-forth as she fit more of my erection into her hungry mouth. Those glossy lips of hers were providing just the right amount of heat and friction as she feasted away upon my hard shaft. "I wanna suck your cock from now until the end of time!" she exclaimed, momentarily withdrawing it from her mouth and swiping away at my testicles. "Hmmmmm ... it tastes so good! And it feels so good in my mouth!" With those words, back in it went. In the span of just five short weeks, Lindsay's little mouth had already become a bona-fide suck machine. Best of all, I was the lone beneficiary! I could feel an orgasm brewing somewhere inside of me. With the feel of that warm, wet mouth upon my cock, as it sucked away for dear life, I was being driven insane. Apparently, Lindsay sensed that I was extremely close to the edge of release. Thus, she decided to increase the speed and ferocity of her oral work. Lindsay added fuel to the already burning inferno as she flicked her tongue in rapid-fire succession across the underside of my cock. I grunted as thick globs of sperm jettisoned outward from my shaft and directly into Lindsay's hungry, awaiting mouth. She guzzled my juice down her throat, relishing in its taste. Seconds later, however, the steady flow of sperm got to be too much for Lindsay to handle. She grabbed her throat with her right hand and choked momentarily, allowing my cock to slip free from within the glorious clutches of her mouth. "No!" Lindsay squealed in disgust, upset with herself. She wiped away some of the excess sperm from her chin and whined, "I can't believe I wasn't able to swallow your whole load down." Lindsay licked her hand dry and added, "I want to get to the point where I never choke on it again." "Good girls truly do swallow it all," came Kristanna's voice from off to the side of us. My precious fiancee was standing in the doorway to the den, her dazzling, penetrating eyes surveying not only me, but Lindsay as well. She had a look, or an aura, about her. She was done watching, and wanted in on some of the action. What was there not to appreciate about Kristanna and the way she looked? The 23-year-old may not possess the shapely curves that Devon, Trish and Amy were so famous for, but she more than made up for it with a raw, athletic sexuality that was second to none. Kristanna was so lean and physically fit that she could easily pass for an Olympic athlete. She was a workout warrior to the highest degree - doing aerobics and exercises every single day, and constantly pushing herself to greater lengths in her practice of the martial arts. Despite her intense daily physical regime, Kristanna still maintained every last fiber of her femininity - and had plenty left over. She was the type of woman that you could see on the cover of a fitness magazine wearing a bikini one week, then have a smiling head shot upon a cosmetics magazine the next. She was that beautiful, and dare I say, versatile. Kristanna was also living proof that a woman did not need considerable, top-heavy curves to be considered a goddess. She measured out to a humble and very demure 34b-22-30, but would not look right any other way. Kristanna's indelible face, her taut figure, that perfect complexion and oh ... those legs. Those long, long legs. Whenever she had them on display - which, thankfully, was quite often - I found it rather difficult to tear my gaze away from them. "Sometimes it's hard to swallow a big load like that," Lindsay said in defense of herself to Kristanna. Kristanna's eyes were mostly trained upon Lindsay as she stood at the entrance to the den, but the enchantress glanced up long enough to offer me a very sultry, steamy look. An instant later, though, she focused upon Lindsay once again. Kristanna began moving toward us in a leisurely fashion. "I want to lick your pussy, honey, and make you scream in orgasm." She closed the short distance between them and then sunk down to her knees beside Lindsay. "Did you enjoy sucking Jeremy's cock? My husband-to-be's cock?" Island Fever Ch. 36 "Yeah..." "Can you still taste his cum in your mouth?" When Lindsay nodded her head in affirmative, Kristanna quickly moved in for yet another deep-rooted kiss. She let loose with a wild moan and then wrapped her arms around the 18-year-old's lithe body and embraced her tightly. Seated on the sofa, I watched with very interested eyes as Kristanna trailed her hands southward, cupping and squeezing Lindsay's taut, denim-clad ass rather fiercely. It was also clearly obvious that Kristanna was looking to extract as much sperm as she possibly could from Lindsay's mouth. "Touch me," Kristanna breathed once their kiss concluded. "I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on me." Lindsay squealed with delight as she placed both hands upon Kristanna's lush, firm breasts. She began to knead and caress them through the fabric of Kristanna's halter top. This was something new for Lindsay. Aside from the seven girl orgy, and then the seven-on-one gang-bang of me which immediately ensued one evening nearly a month ago, Lindsay had not been with Kristanna in a sexual setting. I could tell that being with someone relatively fresh excited her. "You like that?" Kristanna moaned, her blue eyes glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust, as she stared at Lindsay. She kissed her passionately on the lips and demanded, "Do you like touching my breasts? Do you like my body, honey?" "Y-Yes," Lindsay responded, the excitement level within her multiplying by the millisecond. Kristanna turned and offered me a passionate glare, but soon focused upon Lindsay once again. "Do you like having cum in your mouth?" she asked, eliciting another red-faced expression from Lindsay. "How does it taste, baby?" "Good," Lindsay replied in a hushed tone. "I love the taste. I ... I love sucking Jeremy's cock." "I could taste him when I kissed you," Kristanna told her. She turned toward me once more and noticed that my cock was hard and bulging. The sole reason for that was the intense series of kisses that Kristanna and Lindsay had just shared. "Would you like to suck him off again, honey?" "You know I would," Lindsay countered. Kristanna smiled. "Why don't you suck his cock while I play with your body? All three of us will be happy." After nodding her head, Lindsay grasped my swollen shaft with her right hand. With a soft, but firm grip, she began pumping my cock as Kristanna, still perched upon her knees, moved in directly behind Lindsay and grinned brightly at me. Once I let out a loud, audible sigh, Lindsay smiled as she stared into my eyes. I could tell that Lindsay really enjoyed the look of unbridled passion that was etched across my face. It was there because of what she was doing to me. "You can suck me off ANYTIME you want..." I gasped at her. Lindsay giggled as she slid her velvety lips around the hot, throbbing head of my erection. She stroked its base with her right hand while twirling her curious tongue over and across its tip. Already, I was set to explode again. "That's it, Jeremy," Lindsay encouraged me. "Cum in my mouth, big boy. Shoot your stuff for me." Now gasping for breath, I looked down and admired the sight of Lindsay, who was waiting for my load with her mouth wide open and tongue extended. She offered the base of my cock a couple of squeezes with her right hand, baiting me. "Come on, Jeremy. Shoot your stuff in my mouth." Lindsay was still staring into my eyes, her ruby-red lips and white teeth glistening. "Come on! I want to taste you again!" Suddenly, I lost control of myself, firing a heavy glob of sperm across Lindsay's tongue which splattered against the roof of her hungry mouth. She quickly clamped her lips around my shaft and tried to swallow the ensuing blasts, but found herself choking again in just a matter of seconds. Soon, streamers of sperm were dangling from Lindsay's chin and dripping down onto her t-shirt in a lewd, obscene manner. When she withdrew my cock from her mouth to catch her breath, I rewarded Lindsay with one more heavy blast which left her otherwise pretty, immaculate face a total, gooey mess. "Oh ... look at that," Kristanna remarked, reaching around Lindsay's supple body and cupping her breasts from behind. "You got cum all over your t-shirt." Lindsay turned and glanced over her shoulder at Kristanna, a suggestive, naughty smile upon her saturated face. "Then maybe you should take my t-shirt off. How about it?" "I should take ALL of your clothes off," Kristanna mused, already beginning the process. She literally ripped the t-shirt from Lindsay's body. "I want you nude." Next came her bra, and then the pair of denim jeans which had hugged her nubile, young ass in an enticing manner. Kristanna finished the deal by helping Lindsay out of her panties. Next, Kristanna offered Lindsay a deep, maddening kiss. The two ladies hugged and embraced with wild, reckless abandon as they dropped to the floor and rolled on top of each other several times in succession. Soon, Lindsay was flat on her back with Kristanna's face now nestled between those tender, creamy thighs. Still seated upon the sofa, I took a deep breath as Lindsay's blue eyes went wide at the initial contact of Kristanna's tongue upon her little, swollen pussy. An instant later, Lindsay was moaning and growling out like never before. I watched Kristanna as she used her tongue to work her new-found lover into a hot, all-out frenzy. It was readily apparent as I watched her animated actions to Kristanna's oral workings that Lindsay truly appreciated that skillful tongue upon her juicy pussy. Once Lindsay started to grunt and squeal, a blaze of hot lust overtook her body all at once. She clenched her thighs tightly around Kristanna's probing head and even lifted her hips high off of the floor while experiencing the intense joy of orgasm. Awestruck, I just sat idly by and watched. Not only was my cock fully tapped out, but I could not run the risk of re-injuring my back by tossing myself between these two bombshell blondes and literally going to town with him. I wanted to - trust me - but knew that ultimately I could not. "Oh my God!" Lindsay cried in the aftermath, her naked body squirming and writhing about in ecstasy upon the carpeted floor. "That was incredible! Just incredible!" "I want to worship every inch of your body!" Kristanna said, finally withdrawing her face from the silken joining of Lindsay's thighs. She lunged upward and smashed her lips upon the teen-ager's mouth for another hot, searing kiss. There was really only one thing that was certain from this little three-way tryst of ours. I needed my back to be 100 percent healthy and able to endure any physical activity that I presented it with. Once I got to that safe point, Kristanna better watch out. I was going to sink my cock so far into her that it just may never come out... ***End of Chapter 37*** Island Fever Ch. 37 Chapter 37: "Share" ***** One of my true passions in life (aside from beautiful women) has always been the game of baseball. Even now, at the age of 39, the romance is still going quite strong for me. Playing, watching, listening and reading about baseball has been an integral part of my daily routine since I was a small child. I still remember relishing every opportunity I had to play catch with my big brother, Dan, when I was a youngster, or riding my bicycle to the local park to play a couple of disjointed innings with a group of friends. I also still remember the first professional baseball game that I went to. May 11, 1985 was the date, and my hometown team, the Cincinnati Reds, played host to the Houston Astros. I remember looking up at the old, dilapidated structure once known as Riverfront Stadium as I went through the turnstile for the very first time, and thinking that it was a palace. A magical palace which, up to that point in my young and impressionable life, I had only seen on television. I came oh-so-close to catching a foul ball during batting practice that, to this day, I can still see the ball coming right at me. A little side note of that game, even though Cincinnati lost, was that Reds' star shortstop Dave Concepcion notched hit number 2,000 of his career. That is what I remember most. The wonder of the game - baseball - still gets to me today. Even in the days of November, December, January and February - commonly referred to as professional baseball's hot stove league - I check the Internet quite frequently to stay up to date on what new development has occurred in the sport, who has been signed, who has been traded. One of my favorite all-time movies, Field of Dreams, had a definite baseball flavor to it. Although the movie is a bit corny, I have probably watched it 200 times. In recent years, I have often wondered if Field of Dreams was a metaphor for living out our own field of dreams. Was creating a clearing done to allow the dream to materialize? In the movie, the main character - played by Kevin Costner - cleared away his entire crop of corn to build a baseball field on his family farm. Do we need to clear away our own inner corn field to see the dreams that capture our hearts and then create a path to reach those dreams? But I digress. Here on the island, I had my very own field of dreams - sort of. A main feature of the athletic complex, located just outside of the mansion, was a batting cage with five different pitching machines. There was a net, which encircled the entire hitting area, along with underground pipes and a central hopper. The cement surface inside of the hitting area was sloped, which resulted in all loose baseballs eventually finding their way into a pipe and then the hopper itself. Once there, they were loaded into the pitching machine that was currently in use. Ever since I had it first installed several years ago, the batting cage had been a great stress reliever for me. I would come out here once a week and take about 100 swings before finally tiring and deciding to call it quits. What is the sound that all batters want to hear? That bang, that square hit, that crack of the bat. You know, as a batter, that you have just launched one. You know that the ball is taking off; exploding from your bat. It is a great feeling. I figured that a good way to put my back to the ultimate test, and see if it is truly healed or not, was to venture out to the aforementioned batting cage and take some swings. If I made it through with no discomfort, I could throw all caution to the wind and not worry about my back anymore. No more than ten minutes after I began taking my cuts with the bat, I found myself with some unexpected (but welcomed) company. The lovely and opulent Devon had decided to grace me with her presence. She made her way up to the cage behind me, but stayed outside of the netted barrier to ensure her safety. I glanced back at Devon and offered her a brief nod and smile, but otherwise remained focused on blistering those 40 mile-per-hour pitches from the automated machine. "I never quite understood the appeal of this game," Devon eventually said to me, breaking my concentration. I took a step back and then turned toward Devon, all the while twirling the bat about as if it were a baton. "Let me guess, sweetheart ... you have never played baseball. Right?" Devon shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I have found more necessary things to do with my time over the years than slap a piece of horsehide with a stick." I laughed at her choice of words, but then shook my head and motioned for her to step closer. "Come in here, Devon." The 27-year-old again shrugged her shoulders, but then complied with my request by opening the nearby cage door and joining me inside. I stepped further away from the batter's box and gently pulled Devon into my arms. I spun her around, so her back was to my front, and then placed both of her hands upon the handle of the bat. Devon turned her head and shot me a curious glance as I guided her toward home plate. "Give it a try," I suggested, as a pitch went by. "Are you serious?" "Of course I'm serious." Standing directly behind Devon with my hands covering her own upon the bat, I got her into a proper hitter's stance and helped her with a couple of practice swings. "Don't strangle the bat, Devon," I added, offering her some friendly advice. "All you want to do is shake hands with it." My voice changed as I mused, "Hello Mr. Bat ... pleased to make your acquaintance. Oh no, Miss Devon ... the pleasure is all mine." Devon giggled at me. "What?" "We wanna go hips before hands," I coached her. "Okay? We want to stride forward and turn. Block everything else out of your mind. Hips before hands, stride forward, turn." I placed my hands upon Devon's waistline to put her into the proper motion. "Hips before hands. Got it?" She nodded her head. "I guess." I tightened the grip of my hands upon her own. "One more time, dear. Hips before hands. Right?" "Yeah." "Yeah, what?" "Hips before hands," she told me. "We are gonna wait on the next pitch, sweetheart, and keep our eyes on the ball." "All right." "Then we're gonna make contact ... not gonna even think." "Okay." "We're just going to let it fly, Devon. Okay?" "Yep." I smiled. "Say goodbye, baseball." I helped Devon take what may have very well been her first-ever swing at a live pitch, but we missed terribly. After two more horrible misses, we finally made contact. Devon was credited with a weak dribbler toward the side. "That's a mighty fine piece of ash you got there." Devon momentarily glanced back at me and offered a wicked, yet playful, look. "What did you just say?" "The bat, Devon. The bat..." I released my grip upon her hands and allowed Devon, who was chuckling at me, to take some swings on her own. On the fifth pitch, she hit a line drive (sort of) back toward the pitching machine. It was her best contact yet. "Excellent!" I praised her. "Now, what you may find happening as you concentrate on that little, round ball, the rest of the world and everything in it will just fade away." Devon barely tipped the following pitch as I kept talking, "All of your everyday concerns ... how you didn't get that nice leather jacket you wanted on your birthday this year. How you threw away your career as a project manager to come to this island and eventually fall in a love with a very strange, albeit witty and charming man such as myself. How your collection of pornographic videos has somehow outgrown your collection of music downloads." Devon whacked the next pitch as I ended, "Oh wait ... that last one is my problem, sweetheart. Not yours." Devon wiggled her hips in an exaggerated manner and spoke with conviction, "Shut up, Jeremy. I'm playing baseball." -- "Did you have a good time during your picnic up at the lava beds with Trish and Amy earlier?" I asked Devon a few moments later, after she had become quite winded and decided that swinging a baseball bat no longer interested her. "I sure did," Devon responded, taking a seat beside me on the bench just outside of the cage. "How did Trish and Amy get along?" She shrugged her shoulders at me. "They seemed fine. I think whatever bitterness or jealousy there was between them concerning Lindsay in the past is just that - in the past. I think they ironed out their differences a couple of days ago, actually. Trish and Amy seem focused on the future." Devon flashed a dazzling, brilliant smile, then reached out and grasped my hand. "Krissy said you were looking for me? That is why I came out here to the batting cage." "I've just been looking for the opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with you," were my words, which brought another smile to Devon's pristine face. "I have been so focused on the others as of late; trying to get them to stay and commit - Trish and Amy, obviously, and Pamela before them, and of course I put so much focus and energy onto Krissy." I frowned momentarily, then continued, "I have been neglecting you as of late, Devon, and I am sorry." "I don't feel neglected," she cooed back at me. "It's not like you've been ignoring me. I see you every single day; we talk, we laugh, we have our intimate moments. I understand why you have putting a lot of time and effort into Trish and Amy, Jeremy, and Pamela before them. The clock is ticking. If they were to stay with us, you only had so much time to convince them. With me, you already knew that I was staying. I am not going anywhere." Devon paused, but then added, "Let me say, though ... I for one am glad that Pamela is NOT here anymore. I did not like her." "Why is that?" "Pamela hated Krissy," Devon sniped. "She was so jealous and angry because of what you and Krissy have together. Pamela had no interest in sharing, or even the thought of it. Pamela did not care for me all that particularly much either, to tell you the truth. Her whole thing was that she got to you, Jeremy, and was with you before me. Pamela had sex with you and laid her claim to you, so to speak, before you and I even touched each other. That was her big claim against me. Yet the one thing that Pamela just refused to realize was that you and Krissy have been together for a good four years. It was off-and-on, albeit, but your impending marriage with Krissy has been four years in the making." "Krissy and I weren't supposed to be together, you know," I countered. "She and I have known each other and been great friends for four years. But that was just it - we were friends. Friends with benefits, mind you, but we weren't supposed to be a couple. I think that was part of Pamela's thinking, too, and why she was so upset at everything." "It doesn't matter now," Devon shrugged. "The best thing that could have happened during these six weeks in paradise actually DID happen. That being, of course, you and Krissy winding up together. I'm not going to stand in your way or become jealous, Jeremy. I see what you and Krissy have with each other. It's magical. I am just happy to be a part of it. I care for you, obviously, and I care for Krissy. I feel honored that you two have allowed me into your lives. I hope to be on the same level as Krissy in your eyes one day, Jeremy. I trust that I will be. I know that I will be." "What you and Krissy have together, Devon, is magical," I informed her. "The two of you are all over each other at every opportunity. I think you and Kristanna fell in love from the very outset, and never looked back." "Krissy certainly is a very special and unique girl," Devon commented. "She is my ultimate fantasy come to life. I would do anything for her." I smiled at those words. "What are your thoughts on Trish and Amy, and them perhaps staying with us long-term?" "I have no problem with it," the 27-year-old answered. "I sort of agree with Krissy that I like the idea of one big, happy family. Krissy is my favorite of the three - by leaps and bounds - but that does not mean I cannot love and care for Trish and Amy. I already do love and care for them, and those feelings are growing. Trish is such a nice, nice person; the sweetest and most giving person I have ever met. Trish is sort of like the female version of you, Jeremy." My eyes went wide as she added, "And Amy? I like Amy a lot more now than I did a few weeks ago. I know that Amy has some mental health problems and issues, and you want to help guide her through them. Amy would go back to her old ways and bad habits if you were no longer a part of her life, Jeremy. She basically has to stay with us out of necessity." "Are you okay with that, though? Is Devon [Last Name] okay with sharing me with multiple women?" "Krissy and I are one," she began. "I may have trouble explaining this to you correctly, Jeremy, but I have such a good synergy and rapport with Krissy. When you are with Krissy, you are with me. When you are with me, you are also with Krissy. She and I have no secrets; we share everything. That is another thing. You have been worried about maybe neglecting me as of late. Strange as it may sound, I do not feel that way because each time you've been with Krissy, you have also been with me. Krissy and I are one; we share everything. We love each other, and get along together, that much." Devon shook her head and fretted, "You probably don't understand. It is impossible for me to explain it properly." "I think I understand," I told her. "It is very unique, but I think it goes to how well you and Krissy are perfectly suited for each other. There is no jealousy or resentment, nor will there ever be. You and Krissy are truly happy to share everything for the rest of your lives." Devon smiled and nodded her head. "Exactly." "What about Trish and Amy? How do you feel about them?" "I already told you that I love and care for them." "But what about them and the whole sharing thing?" "I'm not at the point with either of them that I am with Krissy," Devon explained. "But I'm not the jealous type. As I said, I like the idea of a big, happy family. Neither of them are anywhere near like Pamela. Trish is so passive and friendly. I actually believe that she fits in perfectly with the lifestyle that we want. Amy? As long as you keep Amy under control, Jeremy, I have zero issues with her and the idea of her being a long-term fixture in our lives." "I think the medicine Amy is now taking is doing much more for her mood and outlook on things than I ever could," I offered. "The good doctor in Lima nailed it on the head with Amy. She has responded well to her medication, and has no lingering side-effects from taking it." "I would like to one day look at and think of Trish and Amy the same way I do Krissy," Devon mused. "I want them to be on that level I spoke of earlier. But who knows? We do not want to rush into anything. Maybe one or both of them stay with us for six months, or a year, and then decide to go back to their old lives. I do not want that, but it is a possibility. Krissy is quick to point that out, too. The only two things that are truly guaranteed, Jeremy, is that one, you and Krissy are getting married and two, I will be with you and her during every step of the way." "Krissy says that she is going to marry you, sweetheart, shortly after she marries me." Devon giggled. "Krissy also says that YOU are going to marry ME, Jeremy, in a super extravagant wedding in the Bahamas later this fall." I chuckled at those words. "Krissy making plans for both of us behind our backs, huh? What a sneaky girl." "Sneaky, but lovable," Devon giggled. She patted my leg with an open hand and swooned, "Rumor is that you had some fun with Krissy and Lindsay while the rest of us were having our picnic at the lava beds a couple of hours ago." Devon giggled again, then clarified, "Lindsay finally got the opportunity to properly thank you for helping her family out the way you have? That is what Krissy told me, at least." "Yeah," I nodded. "Properly thank me ... with her mouth. Kristanna was really insistent on using that term." "Krissy really enjoys seeing you with other girls," Devon smiled, reaching up and now touching my shoulder. "Do you realize just how much it turns Krissy on to watch other girls giving you pleasure? That is another reason why she is so gung-ho about this group marriage thing. What has Krissy always said to you? All she really, truly cares about, Jeremy, is seeing you happy. She has told you that forever." I dipped my head for a brief moment, but then laughed and made eye contact with Devon once again. "I am definitely happy now. I have never been more happy in my entire life." "Good," Devon nodded, her smile golden and radiant. "You deserve it. You really do." "These past five weeks have been incredible," was my next remark. "My life has changed so much, so quickly..." "How is your back? Is it feeling better?" "Feeling fine," I answered. "That is what the batting practice in the cage was for. It was the litmus test for my back. I wanted to see if swinging the bat was going to aggravate the pulled muscle in my back or not. It didn't." "So now you can get back to your normal activities?" "Yes." "I still wouldn't overdo it, though," Devon advised me. "Do you think Krissy is watching us right now?" "In the voyeur room?" I specified. "Krissy said she was going to watch us all day long. I am sure she is." "Where is the hidden camera around here?" I pointed toward a huge tree across the way. "There." Devon turned and waved her hand at the tree. "Hi Krissy! Just letting you know that I love you!" Devon blew a kiss toward the tree and snickered out, "Mooooo-wah! There you go, Krissy baby ... a kiss for you!" Then, Devon turned her focus back toward me. "I love you too, Jeremy." I nodded my head. "The feeling is mutual." Devon suddenly pouted. "I wish my first time with another woman was with Krissy! Camille was nice and all at the beginning, but ... I mean, Krissy is my girl. I am her girl. Our relationship would be even more special if she was my first-ever woman. I know she would have treated me so good." "Kristanna is my girl too," I grinned. "So are you. I just don't want you to forget that." Devon nodded. "I guess that means we will just have to share, then. Remember you are my guy. Krissy's, too." The 27-year-old pressed her lips to mine for a deep-rooted, pleasurable kiss. "Hmmmmm ... I cannot wait until you and Krissy get married! I just LOVE weddings! Can you just imagine what Krissy will look like with a wedding dress on?" Devon sighed at her own words. "Oh God ... she will be so gorgeous. A million times more than she already is!" "Is that even possible?" Devon nodded her head again. "Oh yes ... it is. A woman never looks any more beautiful than she does on her wedding day. Krissy already is a goddess. She will blow the whole church away when she makes that long walk down the aisle. Krissy will be a goddess multiplied by a million times." I groaned at the mere thought. "I cannot wait, either. You get to be the maid of honor. It will be a great day." "Krissy wants it to happen five weeks from now," Devon reminded me. "That is kind of ambitious if you ask me. Just five weeks to plan a wedding? Especially one in Norway? All of your family from Ohio and wherever else will need to fly overseas so they can be part of the big day." "I have no doubt Krissy will have everything planned and ready to go. That is what you will learn about her, Devon. When Krissy sets her mind to something, she gets it done. Five weeks will be plenty of time for her to plan whatever she envisions. Krissy already has her own family, as well as her friends, working on it back in Norway as we speak." "You're letting Krissy handle the wedding and its set-up?" Island Fever Ch. 37 I smiled at her. "For now. I plan on adding my own touch to it eventually. I have a few surprises in store for her." "Oh? What are they?" "I cannot tell you," I grinned, pointing toward the tree where the surveillance camera was hidden. "We have company, you know. Big Bird is watching." "Big Bird?" Devon laughed. "Krissy is 5-foot-11 ... she is very tall." "What do you think of Lindsay?" was Devon's next question. "I believe you like Lindsay, Jeremy, more than you like Trish and Amy. Which, you know, is saying a whole lot..." "I could, but I don't," I countered. "Trish and Amy have made a commitment and want to build a relationship with us. Lindsay will be going home in six days. I am not going to let myself fall too much further with Lindsay, simply because it will make the goodbye next Monday all the more painful. Trust me, my feelings for Trish and Amy are much further along at this point than they are for Lindsay." "Fair enough," Devon grinned. "But I can tell how much Lindsay means to you. She is your little, baby girl, Jeremy. Your little princess. And you ... you are like this older, ultra kind and loving, generous ... father figure to her." I chuckled at Devon's unique analogy. "I never quite thought of it that way, but okay." "Krissy says that you have been in love with Amy since day one," Devon pressed on. "Even when Amy was acting all crude and crass, Krissy says you were still in love with her. She says you saw straight through Amy, and believed there was an entirely different person underneath all of that aggression. Lo and behold, you were right. 100 percent, all the way." "Krissy saw through Amy as well," I informed Devon. "As I told you earlier, the medicine is doing its job. I do not think we will ever see that side of Amy again." Devon giggled. "You are doing your job too, Jeremy. Just keep Amy on that leash, so to speak, and she will be fine." "Maybe I should keep YOU on a leash, dear Devon." The exotic blonde giggled hysterically at my lewd, but playful proposition. "Now that sounds intriguing! But only if you keep me chained up with Krissy..." -- "You KNOW that I enjoy it when you rub my feet," Devon said later that very same evening, as she sat alongside me upon the bed in the guest suite that she once shared with Camille. Her legs extended, Devon smiled brightly at me. "Whenever I feel bummed-out or tired, one of your famous foot massages always seem to do the trick, Jeremy." Indeed, it had been a long and eventful day for the two of us. After our discussion at the batting cages ended, I escorted Devon on a strenuous hike alongside the southern tip of the island. We then spent a good amount of time at the beach, sunning ourselves and frolicking in the water, before having a private dinner picnic of our own. Afterward, Devon and I returned to the mansion and had since retired to this particular guest bedroom. I was content to allow Kristanna, Trish and Amy to spend the evening together in my luxury suite - provided I could have Devon for myself. She and I had been together for the better part of eight hours, and I saw no reason to include anyone else. We got a late start, but this was, quite simply, my day to be alone with Devon. I did not want it to end. I leaned over and gave Devon a simple kiss on the lips before lifting one of her smooth, immaculate legs up, and over, my lap. Soon, I did the same for her opposite leg. "If a foot rub is what the princess wants, then a foot rub is what the princess shall get. Or mi'lady." Devon giggled at my words as she reclined back until her elbows were firmly planted upon the comfortable mattress. With her lower legs draped across my lap, I slipped her pink socks off and tossed them onto the floor. Devon laughed yet again, this time wiggling her toes and twirling her feet. I grasped both of them with my hands and began to massage the soles of her feet with both of my thumbs and forefingers. Devon closed her eyes and sighed for a brief moment, then reclined all the way back until she was lying upon the bed. I looked at this woman and smiled, enjoying the content and happy expression upon her face. It was there because of what I was doing to her feet. I found great pleasure in bringing Devon pleasure. I always wanted her to feel good. Soon, I began to concentrate on her right foot. I grasped either side of it with both hands, then rubbed the full length of each thumb across its tender sole. Devon moaned in response and shifted about slightly upon the bed. "Feel any better?" Devon opened her eyes and smiled faintly at me. "No, not really. I think I need you to rub my feet some more." "Is there something wrong?" I asked, concerned. Devon shook her head. "Nah ... just a little tired is all. You and I had quite the day together." I switched my focus from her right foot to her left, and gave it the royal treatment by using both hands and offering a double thumb massage. Still wiggling her toes about, Devon cooed like a baby when I leaned over and planted a kiss upon her left big toe. I followed that up by extending my tongue and gliding it between her first, second and third toes. Now looking at her, I could not stop smiling. "What are you thinking about, Jeremy?" "That you're my girl, and I love you." Devon smiled as well. "I'll always be your girl. And so will Krissy. Never doubt that, Jeremy. I belong to you and Krissy. And you and Krissy belong to me." "And I belong to Krissy," I finished. "Yes." "What a nice thought," I grinned. Just then, there was a gentle knock upon the entrance to the guest bedroom. Devon turned her attention toward the adjacent door and once it opened, a happy, vibrant smile flashed across her charming face. "Hi honey," she greeted, waving her right hand at Trish. Dressed in a pair of white socks and a large, oversized Toronto Maple Leafs' replica hockey jersey, Trish appeared uneasy as she looked at us. "Am I intruding? I'll leave if I am. I know today is your day to be with Jeremy, Devon." "Not at all," she stressed, motioning for Trish to come over to the bed and join us. When she did, Devon reached out and locked hands with Trish, and pulled her down to the mattress. "Everything okay? I thought you were going to spend the night with Krissy and Amy in the big bedroom." Trish made a face and shook her head. "Kristanna and Amy asked me if it would be all right if they invited Lindsay, and thus spend the night with her. Apparently, this is going to be the final night that both of them spends with her." "Are you okay with that?" Devon asked, curious. "Yeah," Trish sighed. "I told them it was okay." "You didn't want to stay there with them?" Trish laughed at Devon's words. "Are you serious? I cannot stand to be around Lindsay for more than a couple of minutes at a time. I know if I were to even lay a finger on Lindsay, I would fall in love with her all over again. I ... I cannot let that happen." "Come here," Devon said, encircling Trish with both arms and offering her a warm, compassionate hug. "You poor baby. You cannot even look at Lindsay without all those feelings rushing back to you. That must be horrible." Trish shivered as if she had a sudden chill. "I deal with it every single day. I am just glad Lindsay is going home next Monday. It will give me the opportunity to focus on you and Jeremy, Devon, as well as Krissy and even Amy. I will be able to get Lindsay out of my system once and for all." After their embrace ended, I took Trish into my arms and offered her a hug of my own. I brought her pretty face to my shoulder and held it there, kissing the side of her head in the process. "Krissy told you to come and spend the night with us instead. I know her too well. Didn't she?" "Yes," Trish confirmed. "Kristanna didn't want me to be by myself tonight. But if you two rather be alone..." "Nonsense!" Devon exclaimed, flailing her arm outward for added emphasis. "You can stay with us here tonight." Even as I still held Trish in my arms, Devon hugged her from behind and frowned, "I'm sorry you cannot be with Lindsay the way you want to be, baby. I know it's awful for you." "I just want Kristanna and Amy to have one last night with Lindsay," Trish conceded. "They deserve it. I am fine with it, really. I just wish things were different for me. I ... I ... I wish I could have one last night with Lindsay, too..." "No you don't," I quickly corrected Trish, and she nodded her head in agreement. "No you don't. That girl is bad news for you, sweetheart. You need to stay away from her. Just a few more days, and you'll be clear. You know full well that Lindsay said a couple of weeks ago that she wants to keep her distance from you. Just let it go. Let it go." When Trish detracted her face from my shoulder, I noticed that there were tears in her eyes. I quickly embraced her yet again, this time even tighter and more protective than before. "We talked about this a couple of days ago, honey. Why are you letting Lindsay overtake your mind again?" "It's just because Krissy and Amy are with her now," Devon answered for Trish. "It's probably upsetting to her." The 30-year-old again nodded her head, her face buried upon my shoulder, as Devon commented, "I don't think it was right for Krissy and Amy to choose Lindsay over Trish tonight. They should be with Trish now instead of Lindsay." "I told them it was okay!" Trish reiterated. "They have no idea that I am upset. It ... it's fine. I'll get over it. I'm not going to deny Lindsay or anyone else their fun. I figure that this weekend, Lindsay will be wanting to spend a lot of time with Jeremy. It will be her last weekend here. I'm not going to deny either of them that." "I won't be with Lindsay if it hurts you," I informed her. "No!" Trish erupted. "I'll be fine. I WANT you to be with Lindsay, Jeremy! I know how well you and her get along together! I just..." Trish's words trailed off for a brief moment, but then she shook her head and proclaimed in a hurt tone, "I should have never come here tonight. I should have just went to an empty bedroom and gone right to sleep." "WHY?" Devon screeched, upset. Trish pulled away from me and looked at Devon. "I should not have intruded on you and Jeremy like this. I probably ruined what has been an otherwise perfect night for you. I ... I'm sorry, Devon. I really am." "You did not ruin anything!" Devon exclaimed. "My God, Trish ... we want you to stay here with us long-term. How could you ever possibly intrude on us, especially when you are upset and not feeling right? There is NO REASON for you to be alone tonight. You are staying with us." "But I don't want to be the cause..." Trish's words were cut off in mid-sentence as Devon moved in for an open-mouth, soul-touching type of kiss. For the next 45 seconds, I sat idly by, completely awestruck, as Devon tightly gripped the back of Trish's neck and literally worked over every nook and cranny of the Canadian's lush, velvety mouth with her probing tongue. I could even hear little clicking and sucking noises that each lady made with their respective mouths... "You're staying with us tonight," Devon repeated once the long and drawn-out kiss had finally reached its conclusion. Her face flushed, Trish bit her lower lip and nodded her head in response. She glanced downward for several seconds, but then made eye contact with Devon and smiled faintly. "Why don't you go and draw a bubble-bath for Trish?" was Devon's suggestion for me, those eyes never once leaving her girlfriend. "I bet Trish would LOVE a back rub and massage." The 30-year-old again nodded her head as Devon concluded, "All three of us can take a bubble-bath together." "Would you like that?" I asked Trish, already knowing the answer. That kiss Devon planted on Trish just seconds ago definitely had a very profound effect on her. In response to my question, of course, Trish simply nodded her head one more time. She actually seemed to be in somewhat of a daze right now. Devon could easily do that to a person when she wanted to. But best of all, Trish was no longer upset. Those feelings were suddenly ancient history. "Draw a bubble-bath for us," Devon again told me. She pecked Trish's cheek with a gentle kiss and cooed at her, "Jeremy gets to wash your hair, but I get to clean and scrub your little pussy. With my tongue, that is..." ***End of Chapter 37*** Island Fever Ch. 38 Chapter 38: Scopophiliac ***** "I just think you are so, so precious," Devon murmured, splaying a series of tender, loving kisses along Kristanna's face and neck. "I want to worship every square inch of your body!" Grinning, Devon moved her lips to Kristanna's ear and gently blew into it. Laying atop a beach towel somewhere deep in the forest, that teasing, subtle move caused the erstwhile 23-year-old to erotically squirm and fidget about. "Oh God..." Kristanna moaned in response, smashing her mouth upon Devon's for a kiss. Groaning, Devon brought Kristanna into her arms and embraced her warmly. The lovely pair of blonde divas swapped both their lips and tongues together between a hot, frenzied, open-mouthed kiss. Through the halter-top that Kristanna wore, Devon grabbed a handful of luscious breast and squeezed firmly. With her other hand, the young woman reached between Kristanna's thighs as she spread them apart, and openly massaged their joining through a pair of sexy, denim cut-offs. Devon seemed somewhat surprised with the ferocity and hunger which Kristanna put forth in their mutual kiss. She had planted her sweet mouth upon Devon's and was seemingly attempting to devour it. Extremely aroused, Kristanna kissed Devon with great need and wanting, her tongue slip-sliding and tasting all the inner recesses of her lover's mouth. Before too long, Kristanna reached around Devon's voluptuous body and then latched onto her ass with both hands. At the same time, Devon kept her right hand between Kristanna's slender thighs and continued to openly rub and massage her pussy through the denim shorts that she had on. The two ladies were kissing one another so hard that the breathing between them had become very rough and ragged. It must have felt wonderful, though, because it seemed like Kristanna wanted this to go on forever. However, Devon had to eventually break the kiss in order to catch her breath. Always the insatiable one, Kristanna used the opportunity to serenade Devon's delicate neck with her lips and tongue. She nuzzled her lips upon Devon's neck, then started to nibble and bite gently. Soon, Devon was cradling Kristanna's head in both hands as the Norwegian continued to lick, kiss and caress her neck. At the same time, she kept massaging Kristanna's pussy. The action was reaching its fever pitch. Suddenly, Devon decided to roll her girlfriend underneath her, and pin her shoulders to the ground. "This is like opening a Christmas present!" Devon giggled as she lifted Kristanna's halter-top up, and over her head. Much to Devon's delight (as well as mine), Kristanna was not wearing a bra. Seated within the prime comfort of my voyeur room, I had my cock out and was busy stroking away as I eavesdropped on this promising encounter between Kristanna and Devon with the help of the surveillance system. Both of them were curled up together upon a beach towel somewhere off in the forest, with sunlight streaming down between the canopy of towering trees and providing just the right amount of illumination for my lecherous eyes. Best of all, as Kristanna and Devon worked themselves toward what would hopefully be a monstrous climax, I had a front row seat for the action! "You are so incredibly hot," Devon swooned, taking Kristanna's breasts into her hands and groping away. "Your breasts are so tiny and delicate. But they look absolutely fabulous on you!" She kissed each of Kristanna's hard, rigid nipples and added, "I think you are perfect, baby. Perfect!" Devon moved back a bit, then leaned over and kissed the blonde's flat stomach and midriff. She trailed her tongue upward, between what there was of her lovely cleavage, then attached her lips to a nipple and began sucking away. Devon now had one hand resting on Kristanna's denim-clad ass while the other stroked her inner thigh. Kristanna returned the favor by extending a single finger and gently sliding it over and across the back of Devon's neck. Her body shivered in response as Kristanna's finger and its sharp, pink nail tickled and teased the back of her neck. Nevertheless, Devon continued to suck and slurp away upon that nipple, keeping it trapped within her lips and mouth. "Fuck me with my dildo," Kristanna suddenly requested. "Just like you promised me. And please do it hard." Devon withdrew her head from her lover's breasts and smiled down at her. "Wow. I try a little foreplay with you, but you want to get right to the good stuff." Devon leaned down and kissed her square on the lips. "Anything for you, baby. I'll do anything to make you happy." Devon reached for the button of Kristanna's denim shorts and undid it, then slid the tight-as-a-glove garment down her hips and thighs. After her G-string was disposed of as well, Kristanna's suddenly nude body writhed and squirmed in pure anticipation for what Devon had in mind for her. "My favorite dildo is in the blue bag," Kristanna said. As she sat upon the towel, Devon leaned over and reached for the aforementioned duffel bag. She placed her hand inside and without even looking, found the big, 12-inch monster of a dildo which Kristanna had claimed as her own (it used to belong to Amy). Black and made of silicone, I often wondered how the huge joy-toy could fit in such a small pussy like Kristanna's. Devon dangled the crude object before Kristanna's blue eyes and giggled at her reaction. "Sometimes I think you love this dildo more than life itself." "Please fuck me with it," Kristanna begged. "I will," Devon promised. "But first, will let you do what I love doing more than anything else? I'll fuck you with it, honey. But first I want to lick that sweet pussy." Kristanna nodded her head as Devon dove face-first between her outstretched thighs and went to work. Her knees high and feet flat on the ground, Kristanna writhed around beneath Devon as she tongued and licked her moist, damp slit. Eventually, Devon moved a finger between Kristanna's trim thighs and eased it between the damp folds of her pussy. Kristanna moaned and her body tensed in arousal, then Devon began to thrust the finger in-and-out of her a very quick, furious rate of speed. All the while, Devon continued to lick and swipe away at the enchantress' heated slit. Soon, Devon withdrew her finger and decided to focus all of her effort into pleasing Kristanna with just her lips and tongue. Obviously, Devon thought Kristanna had a delicious pussy. She worked it over, and paid special attention to her little clitoris. The 27-year-old brushed her lower lip across it, which caused Kristanna to groan out in response. Once Kristanna's body started to buck and vibrate beneath her, Devon knew that she had her close to an orgasm. She could have went into an all-out oral frenzy, but knew that a promise had been made - and it was now time to fulfill it. Devon took the large, thick dildo into her hand and then guided its massive tip between the damp, awaiting folds of Kristanna's pussy. The Norwegian began to churn and squirm about upon the beach towel in anticipation, then she wailed out in utter passion as Devon thrusted the pleasure tool in-and-out of her at a quick, blinding rate of speed. "OH FUCK YES!" Kristanna screamed as her hips contracted. "OH FUCK! FUCK ME WITH IT! HMMMMM YEAH! YESSSSS! FUCK ME WITH IT! OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" Devon was all smiles as her hand and arm were now an absolute blur. She was thrusting the dildo into Kristanna as hard and as fast as she possibly could. "DON'T YOU STOP FUCKING ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! OH GOD, DEVVY ... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!" Once Devon inserted her tongue into the mix, Kristanna lost control of herself. I could not have been happier, either. When Kristanna toppled over that proverbial ledge - or the point of no return - every muscle within her body contracted at once and she cried out at the very top of her lungs. Even as Kristanna began the intense, joyous progression of orgasm, Devon was beyond relentless, still assaulting and jamming that dildo into her overexerted, gushing pussy. Devon kept her tongue close, quick to lap up the gooey, sweet nectar as a reward for her effort and energy. When it was over and Kristanna began to crest downward from the height of orgasm, her body collapsed into a heap onto the towel beneath her and she sighed contently. Devon still had half of the dildo buried in her, but decided to keep it there as she leaned upward and found Kristanna's mouth with her own for yet another tantalizing kiss. "Thank you, Devvy," Kristanna muttered in the aftermath, reaching up and cradling her face with an open hand. "God, I love you so much. We will be so happy together." "Yes, we will," Devon agreed, before kissing her again. Perhaps I should also point out that Kristanna and Devon were not alone in the forest. Off to the side, Trish and Amy were relaxing upon a beach towel of their own. The two ladies had been hugging and caressing each other as they sat by and silently watched Kristanna and Devon do their thing. Trish and Amy had both recently stripped all of their clothing off and were now completely nude. "That looked like fun," Amy giggled at Trish, eyeing the quivering couple before her. "What do you think?" Trish reached out and placed a hand upon Kristanna's knee, which twitched in response, but kept her other arm sealed tight around Amy's body. "Maybe we can out-do them?" was her suggestion for Amy. "Out-sex them?" "I would love to give it a try," Amy said to her, a wide, far-reaching smile upon her immaculate face. She shared a kiss with Trish, then offered her a glittering smile to boot. "I am so happy that after everything that has happened between us in the past, Trish, you and I get to emerge from these six weeks as friends and hopefully lovers." "I'm glad too, Amy." This time, Trish and Amy shared a truly heated kiss. The pair of lovely ladies moaned and shivered as one, which of course resulted in me busily pumping and frigging my cock even faster than before here within the voyeur room. I moaned myself and watched with interested eyes as their kiss continued. Trish and Amy were exchanging tongues between their open-mouthed kiss. I zoomed in for a closer look with the hidden camera, which did nothing but force my throbbing shaft to finally reach its fully erect potential. "I could hug and kiss on you forever!" Amy exclaimed once their lips finally parted ways. She even bumped noses with Trish, then looked deep into her eyes and proclaimed, "I'm so sorry if I ever hurt you with the whole Lindsay fiasco." "It's okay, sweetie," Trish assured her. "I don't want to dwell on the past any more. I just want to focus on the future, and what it has in store for all of us." "Can I get some?" Devon asked in the sweetest tone, as she was now on her hands and knees before Trish and Amy, and eyeing them intently. At first I was unsure of what Devon exactly wanted, but it became rather obvious once she stole deep, tongue-laced kisses from first Trish, then Amy. "You two look awesome together, by the way," Devon said, as Trish and Amy continued to hold and caress each other. With these four ladies enjoying some quality time in the forest, one should not forget that I had a fifth guest here on the island as well. Lindsay had been left out of the proceedings in the forest for obvious reasons - mainly, her relationship with Trish (or lack thereof) - but that did not stop me from keeping a curious eye on her via the surveillance system over the past several moments. Lindsay began to peel layer after layer of clothing as she admired herself in the large mirror within the washroom that flanked her guest suite. Needless to say, this definitely caught my attention. When I activated the hidden microphone, Lindsay grinned at her own reflection and gently cooed, "Girl, you deserve a nice, long bath..." "YES!" I exclaimed out loud, unable to harness my arousal as I sat at the control panel inside the voyeur room. All of my focus, of course, was now directed upon the monitor which oversaw Lindsay's private washroom. I absolutely loved the idea of hot, beautiful women taking showers and baths! "Take it off, honey," I encouraged the 18-year-old, as she slipped out of her bra and G-string. "Take it ALL off!" Once Lindsay was totally nude, her luscious ass was staring me (and the hidden camera) directly in the face as she bent over to turn on the water within the adjacent bathtub. Lindsay settled on a warm/hot combination and then squealed as she poured a good helping of liquid soap into the tub. Sultry, seductive and seriously sexy, Lindsay was easily one of the most alluring young women I had ever laid my eyes upon. She was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde bombshell with long, luscious hair (with spectacular red streaks woven in), lean and lovely legs, and a strikingly beautiful face that truly belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. Lindsay's taut, unblemished body, however, was her true calling card. She was a 5-foot-3 picture of absolute perfection. After stepping into and then taking a seat within the large bathtub, Lindsay soaped up a washcloth and rubbed it all over her upper body - especially her breasts. She lingered upon one breast for several seconds, then switched to the other. There was a smile upon her face as she then went from breast to breast in a continuous cycle for a good minute or two. Obviously, Lindsay enjoyed touching herself. The big, toothy smile upon her enchanting face told me so. Soon, she stretched a leg out above the surface of the water and ran the soapy washcloth along it. Suddenly, the little vixen rose up to her knees and slipped the washcloth between her thighs. Lindsay moaned with obvious arousal as she then rubbed and massaged her tender pussy with the rag. After dunking the washcloth in a patch of soapy suds, Lindsay smothered it between her thighs and pressed deeply upon it with a pair of fingers. She rotated those fingers in tiny, erotic circles upon her pussy and sighed in delight. Next, Lindsay scrubbed her breasts and shoulders with the washcloth, then got up and took a seat upon the inside edge of the tub. It was three feet in width, so there was plenty of space for her to recline back and still be comfortable. Directly facing the hidden camera, Lindsay spread her thighs wide and reached down into the water with the sudsy cloth. She brought it back up and settled in deeper upon the ledge, and planted it upon her sweet pussy once again. After several seconds of self-induced pleasure, Lindsay reached back into the water and then crumpled the washcloth in one hand. She wrung it out at her abdomen, letting the excess water trickle over and across her pussy. Then she began offering herself long, slow swipes with the rag, concentrating on the sensitive cleft between her thighs. Spreading her folds open with her other hand, Lindsay dunked the cloth once again, then nudged it across the exposed area. She rubbed and massaged herself for a good half-minute, then tossed the rag into the sudsy water and decided to use her bare hands and fingers to masturbate. While stroking her clitoris with two fingers from her left hand, she used three extended fingers from her right and thrusted them in-and-out of her velvety opening. After retrieving the washcloth, Lindsay stood up in the center of the bathtub and wrung it out at her stomach once again, letting the water filter over the folds of her pussy. Lindsay proceeded to turn around and bend over at the waist. The blonde then put one hand on the ledge where she had just sat, and propped a foot up there as well. With her free hand, Lindsay reached behind herself and eagerly rubbed the washcloth between her luscious ass-cheeks. "Oooooh!" she squealed in arousal, prodding her anus. That hand still behind her back, Lindsay dug into her pussy and then dragged the washcloth up and over her anus. She repeated this same motion several times before dunking the rag into the water once again. Still bent over at the waist in this obscene position, Lindsay simply used her index finger and forged it between her ass-cheeks. She cried out in sheer ecstasy upon anal penetration, then cooed and relaxed for a quick moment. Lindsay started to gyrate her hips as she wiggled the finger about within her sweet ass. Clearly, she was burning up inside. Her entire body began to buck and convulse, and she nearly slipped before finally withdrawing the finger. Lindsay was about to retrieve the washcloth when she noticed the hand-held shower nozzle upon the tiled wall. "Hmmmmm," she moaned, curious, while turning it on. When water spurted out, Lindsay shoved it between her thighs. The young woman could not stop moaning as she allowed the pulsing stream of water to bombard her nether region. Lindsay slipped a finger into herself once again and really went to town with it. A moment later, she let out a savage moan and cried out in desire. Obviously, it was time for an orgasm. "Ohhhhh ... OHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" was her scream, as the juices began to flow. Lindsay dropped the nozzle, which was still shooting water out, and braced herself with both hands upon the ledge. "YES!" she screamed as the tidal wave of orgasmic bliss reached its apex. "Feels so GOOD!" Her whole body rumbled and vibrated about in the sensations as she then crested downward from the height of release. "Oooooh!" the enchantress moaned in the aftermath, rising from the bent over position. She grabbed the washcloth one more time and swiped it across her pussy, then methodically lowered herself back into the water. "Hot!" Lindsay growled, taking a seat in the bathtub. "Very hot!" Of course, I was in no position to disagree with her... My attention was diverted yet again, as back in the forest, Devon and Trish were lying side-by-side upon the two beach towels, their faces turned toward each other and their lips locked in unison, as Kristanna and Amy performed oral sex on them. Obviously, I did not know how much more of this intense, steamy action that I could possibly withstand before I went out of my own mind with wild lust! Just a few short weeks ago, I never thought I would be witness to the sight of Amy's face and head burrowed between Trish's thighs. These two ladies had been at odds when Amy was playing BDSM games with Lindsay and introducing the young and impressionable teen-ager to the lifestyle. Back when she was still with Lindsay, Trish believed that Amy was a bad influence on her little sweetheart, and really had nothing but evil intentions in mind for her. Once Lindsay abruptly ended her relationship with Trish and seemed to focus even more onto Amy, it drove an even bigger wedge between them. Alas, never would I have imagined that in such a short period of time, Trish would have Amy's head nestled between her thighs and openly welcome and encourage that tongue upon her pussy and clitoris. They had seemingly patched up their differences, and were willing to become friends and possibly soul-mates for the sake of our overall group relationship. "Oooooh yeah!" Trish cooed in response to those expert oral ministrations being provided for her. "Oh God, Amy ... YES! That's it! Right there! Oooooh, yeah!" I momentarily glanced at the other active monitor here within the voyeur room and noticed that Lindsay, still seated in the bathtub with soapy bubbles foaming up all around her, had a large dildo in hand and was busy sucking on it as if it were a real cock. She had made a fist and held the nasty object tight, and jammed it in-and-out of her mouth. I could also tell that with her other hand buried deep in the water, she was again twiddling away upon her pussy. Perhaps Lindsay was fantasizing that dildo was actually my very own erection? Devon was now seated upon her knees directly behind Trish while also cradling her head in her lap. Kristanna was also on her knees, but off to the side, hunched over and grasping Amy's luscious ass with both of her hands. Amy, of course, was still doing her best to bring Trish toward an orgasm with her tongue. I had no doubt that she would succeed. Island Fever Ch. 38 Still moaning and panting out in pure satisfaction, Trish made eye contact with Devon and then sucked her index finger into her mouth. Devon offered a dazzling smile in response as she allowed Trish to dutifully work over her finger with her lips and tongue. Meanwhile, Kristanna moved directly behind Amy and jammed her pelvis upon the 31-year-old's upturned ass. When Kristanna brought her hand back and offered Amy's backside a couple of hard, unrelenting swats, Trish's brown eyes nearly exploded from their sockets as she glared up at Devon. "OH MY GOD!" she roared out. "I'M CUMMING!" As Kristanna continued to administer discipline to Amy's rounded ass (much-needed discipline, I may add), Trish's eyes rolled clear into the back of her head. She pounded her open hands upon the ground beneath her several times in succession, her body and senses nearly exploding from the unbridled rapture of orgasm. Her eyes trained upon Trish, Amy just kept licking away. "Let me have a taste," Kristanna said, grabbing Amy by the hair and pulling her away from Trish's treasure trove. Kristanna dove right in and began guzzling up any excess leftovers as Trish seemed to settle back down and relax. "Oh God, Amy ... that was incredible! Still cradling her head in her lap, Devon curled her own head and leaned over, then pressed her lips to Trish's for another deep, passionate kiss. Amy got onto her hands and knees and crawled close to them, waiting for their kiss to end. Once it finally did - nearly a minute later - Amy lowered her mouth to Trish's for an exchange of their own. I smiled at the image on the monitor in front of me. Indeed, Devon was right. Trish and Amy looked awesome together. Elsewhere, Lindsay was now slumped over in the bathtub, with just her head and knees above the sudsy water. The expression upon her face was unmistakable, however, and the fact that I could tell her entire 95 pound frame was bucking and churning about underneath the surface was all that I really needed to know about what was happening. Lindsay was blasting her precious, little pussy with her dildo. Devon, Trish and Amy had all converged on Kristanna, and now had her pinned to the ground and were not allowing her to move. With Devon as their ringleader, the three ladies were ready to pounce onto Kristanna and make mad, passionate love to her. Kristanna, of course, welcomed the idea. "WHERE IS JEREMY WHEN I NEED HIM?" came Lindsay's loud, desperate cry, as she experienced a self-induced climax of her own. Amazingly, her head slid right down into the water and completely vanished from sight. Those words, followed by that little display, was entirely too much for me. I nearly fell out of my chair in the voyeur room, then realized that sperm was gushing out uncontrollably all over my hand and wrist. Then, I actually did fall out of the chair! Oh, what I would have given right now for one of these incredible ladies to be here to clean this sticky, gooey mess up for me with her mouth... ***End of Chapter 38*** ***** PLEASE NOTE: This story ends after chapter 42! Island Fever Ch. 39 Chapter 39: Servitude ***** Finding myself in full role-playing mode, I had to stay calm and at least try to look the part of a dominant Master. I could not allow myself to get too emotionally high, or too low. I had to be strict and demanding, yet fair at the same time. But how was I supposed to have a level head and keep my senses in check when I had this standing in front of me? My heart was fluttering within my chest as the lovely and insatiable Amy had just emerged from the nearby washroom. A remarkable, stunning vision of red-headed submissive beauty, Amy presented herself to me wearing a French's maid's outfit. Exquisitely small and very low-cut, the sinful, sexy uniform seemed straight out of an adult mail order catalog. In reality, I had purchased it for Amy at a lingerie shop during our recent trip to Lima. The French maid's uniform was black, with a halter-style design for its top that did a terrible (but mouth-watering) job of trying to conceal Amy's massive breasts. It teased a lot of cleavage as well, thus the full, outer sides of Amy's breasts were totally visible. Lacey white ruffles adorned the 31-year-old's throat and wrists, and a pair of black thigh-high stockings with garter straps encased both of her magnificent legs. The skirt, made of fine satin, ended several inches above those stockings and offered subtle glimpses of the black, silky G-string which Amy wore underneath it. Amy also had on black pumps with five-inch heels and a frilly, lacey hat atop her pretty head. I gulped my throat and felt my aching cock rustle within my trousers as Amy spun around in a circle for me, proudly modeling the lovely, exquisite outfit. In the process, her flimsy, little skirt flew upwards, offering me a quick peak of the black G-string panties that she wore underneath it. Now facing me and making eye contact, the satin fabric made a gentle crinkling sound as Amy reached down with both hands to smooth her skirt out. Her feeble little attempt at being coy was humorous, but even Amy realized I knew much better than that. The bloom was off this rose long ago. Of course, I would not have it any other way. The young woman then twirled one of her spiked heels upon the lush, carpeted floor, even giggling in the process. I could tell that Amy was having a great time. Not only did she enjoy dolling herself up like this, but Amy also knew what I had in store for her today. I was going to dominate Amy and take complete, total control of her, which was what she had wanted from me all along. This was, quite simply, going to be her day. "Do you like it, Jeremy?" Amy asked me with a grin. She was absolutely glowing. Still, Amy reached under her skirt and tugged at her black G-string. "I can't believe you told me to wear panties. You know I HATE wearing panties!" "Get down on your knees," I simply told her, my voice uncharacteristically strict. "And address me properly." "I'm sorry, Master," Amy immediately complied, lowering her gaze in a submissive manner and dutifully dropping to her knees. She momentarily placed both hands upon the floor to balance herself, then stood erect and proud, yet looked at me with worrisome eyes. "I'm sorry..." Amy suddenly seemed so concerned at my tone of voice that I got the sense she just wanted to curl up into a ball and start crying. It was okay, though. This was part of the process for us. It was part of the game. I was learning what it took to be her dominant Master in life. Amy was learning what I expected out of her. She was in training. "Hands behind your back." Amy breathed deep and sighed intently as she followed instructions, quickly reaching behind herself with both arms and then clasping her hands together at the small of her back. Of course, this caused Amy's wondrous, D-cup breasts to jut out even more across the top of her uniform. Amy realized it too, because she arched her back, thus exaggerating her bust-line even more. Oh, how I just wanted to end the role-play and ravage this tempting woman fully and completely right now. I needed patience, though... "I'm sorry, Master is a phrase that should, under no circumstances, be part of your regular vocabulary." Amy cringed and nodded her head in acceptance as I stood up from the chair and made my way over to her. "I never want to hear that you are SORRY for anything." I put my hand on her shoulder, then moved it downward and swatted her naughty ass three times in succession with sharp, biting blows. "Submissives are not supposed to be SORRY!" "Yes, Master," Amy nodded, a single tear streaking down her face. Her body was already trembling. I did not act quite this strong-willed and dominant around her all that often, but Amy sure did seem to appreciate it when I did. If it was up to her, I would be this way all the time. I could see the outline of Amy's lush nipples as they were all nice and snug upon the front of her halter-like top. If I undid just that one button, her breasts would pour out. Amy's green eyes went wide and she groaned in response as I retrieved a pair of velcro handcuffs from the nearby hutch. Amy gasped as I latched onto her right forearm and forcefully pinned it to her back. I slipped the velcro restraint around her right wrist, then did the same for her left arm and wrist. With just a three inch chain between them, the straps ensured that Amy's hands and arms were literally immobilized, and would stay that way until I saw fit to release them. "Try and break free," I instructed her. Amy huffed and panted, and the muscles within her beautiful body contracted, but there was no possible way that she could sever these bonds. Still, it was highly erotic for me to watch her put up a fight and struggle. I especially enjoyed the way her breasts flopped and bounced about as she wiggled her torso from side-to-side, still trying to free herself. She even squealed out in (mock) protest. "That's enough," I advised her, before returning to my chair and taking a seat in it. Now motionless, Amy looked at me attentively from her knees. But I just sat there. For a good 60 seconds, I simply stared at Amy and silently admired her. With both hands bound behind her back, Amy's shoulders looked a bit contorted and uncomfortable. But Amy quickly became restless, though, as I continued to appraise her with my eyes. She shifted her weight to one knee, then the other. "Impatient, are we?" I teased her. "No, Master," Amy answered, before realizing that she had actually just lied to me. A minor, white lie, but a lie nonetheless. "I MEAN, yes, Master! Yes! Yes, I am becoming impatient." Still, the damage was done. And she knew it. "You're awfully bratty today," were my words, which caused Amy to swallow hard and frown. "Looks like you leave me no choice - I am going to have to punish you." Amy cringed yet again, then reluctantly nodded her head. "Turn around and bend over." Amy spun herself in a half-circle upon her knees, then leaned forward until her shoulders and forehead reached the floor. With both hands still restrained behind her back, Amy placed the side of her face upon the carpet and looked toward me out of the corner of one eye. She looked so incredibly tantalizing in that position with her uniform on. "Ass up," I demanded, to which Amy raised her hips high into the air and thrust her backside out proudly. But, I thought she could do better. I stepped forward and smacked her thigh, insisting, "Higher! Get that ass higher!" Once Amy had stretched herself to the max, her perfect ass pointed skyward, I nodded my head and smiled inwardly. I took the hem of her little skirt and neatly tucked it into its waistband, thus exposing her vulnerable ass even more. "I want you to think about using proper etiquette around me from now on while I discipline you," I said, dropping to my own knees and moving directly behind Amy's upturned ass. "Yes, Master..." "You need to watch your mouth," I also warned her, before coming up with an idea. I moved over toward a massive trunk that was in the corner (it had the name AMY stitched out across its front), then fished out a black ball gag that had two straps attached to it, only to quickly return to her. "This will keep you out of trouble for awhile," I offered, pressing the large ball to her mouth and forcing it between her lips, as well as her teeth. Amy made a muffling sound, and once the gag was secure in her mouth, I wrapped the two straps around her head and fastened them tightly. "Hmmmph..." was the only word Amy could now mutter. "Do you remember how teachers used to punish naughty schoolgirls back in the day?" I asked. Amy's green eyes were now bulging from their sockets as I retrieved a thick, bamboo cane and waved it about in front of her face. Clearly, Amy never once thought that I would use something that could potentially leave a long and ever-lasting mark on her such as a bamboo cane. These things, from all accounts, were supposed to hurt. "It's time for some old-fashioned discipline." Her backside positioned perfectly, I brought the cane down hard - perhaps too hard - so she would know that I meant business. Amy screamed and cried out like never before upon her gag, her whole body vibrating, as she rocked her face from side-to-side. I allowed the pain to linger and simmer for a bit, and hopefully spread to all parts of her body, but soon Amy looked back at me with a wild glint. I could tell that she wanted more. She actually wanted me to cane her some more. And probably much harder, too. I offered her another forceful stroke with the switch, and then found myself shocked that the first had already left an indelible red mark upon her vulnerable ass. Amy screamed again as I gave her a third. Then, I set the cane down upon the floor and promptly clipped away the back half of her G-string with a small pair of surgical scissors. I moved my hand between her thighs and rubbed her pussy. She was already sopping wet. More tears were streaming down her face as she glared back at me. Without warning, I brought my hand back and, with the full force of my arm, smacked it hard across her backside. There was an aura of fear and discomfort across her face, but also the lust that I was looking for. It provided me the fuel that I needed to push forward. "I'm going to give you ten more lashes with the cane, pet. Then we can talk about being a good girl." Amy shook her head frantically and tried to speak through her gag, but it was no use. I thwacked her nine times with the cane in rapid, quick-fire progression, as she gasped and cried in response. Her backside writhed about in sweet pain, the sensations making it rock back-and-forth in a truly lewd, wanton fashion. Her wrists strained against the unforgiving velcro handcuffs; by the eighth stroke I had to hold her body down because her desperate movements may have pulled her away from the desired (disciplinary) position. When I delivered the tenth (and final) horrible blow, Amy reared her head back completely and her red hair thrashed from side-to-side as she shook it as if to refuse the punishment she had been given. Satisfied for now, I moved back and surveyed my work. Amy was quite feisty, indeed, but I knew with enough time and effort I could break her. I leaned in closer and undid the two straps that held the ball gag in place. Once I removed it, Amy opened and closed her mouth several times, stretching her jaws and its accompanying muscles to relieve any tension and stress. "Your panties are completely soaked," I casually informed her, pulling the garment from her hips with my thumb and forefinger. I took a quick whiff and found myself overjoyed with the fresh aroma of pussy juice. Next, however, I placed the panties upon the side of her face and head. Amy shook her head quite violently, and the panties fell off. I picked them up and put them back onto her head as she glared back at me with hard, unrelenting eyes. "If you try and shake those panties off again," I warned her, "I will give you 20 more lashes with the cane." Amy's expression quickly changed, naturally, to one of fear and anxiety. She let out a miserable whimper and now looked back at me with wide, puppy-dog eyes. "Now try and act like a good girl, and be proud you have soiled panties on your head." I was not a sadist. I could, in fact, never truly cause any harm to another human being - especially a woman. But this was what Amy wanted. She wanted to submit to me. Amy wanted to be feel protected and cherished, but she also had the desire to be punished when it was truly necessary. Receiving discipline was, in fact, quite paramount to her. It was an integral aspect for her of being submissive. Still, I was not a sadist. I believe the amount of force that I was using to get the physical side of her punishments across was actually quite timid. On a scale of one to ten with five being normal for standard BDSM play, I was giving her a three, or a four, at the very most. It was difficult enough for me to do this as it was, but the overall driving force that kept me going was the simple fact that this was what Amy wanted. She needed it. Even when she cried and complained, down deep, Amy still wanted me to discipline her. I even got the sense that she wanted me to ramp things up to a seven or an eight, although in good conscience I could not. My ultimate goal, though, was to seize control of her mind. I did not need to physically demolish and brutalize Amy in order to get what I wanted. Amy had been in love with me since day one, and had an overwhelming amount of respect for me as well. That little, timid, submissive girl inside of her wanted me to not only love her, but also shield her from all of the perils in her life. Amy wanted to feel safe and protected, and ultimately give up all control. Along with that, of course, came discipline when merited. I placed my right hand upon her quivering backside and caressed it. Amy sighed and moaned at the raw sensation, then I began to work my fingers down between her pussy lips. "Was there a flash-flood down here that I was unaware of?" were my prodding words, a pair of fingers diving deep. "Did you have an orgasm while I gave you that spanking?" I jammed a third finger into her and insisted, "Did you, pet?" "I ... I ... I was masturbating, Master, while I was getting ready and ... and putting the French maid uniform on for you." "Did I give you permission to masturbate?" Amy mashed her eyelids together and cringed, "No Master, you ... you did not." "What am I going to do with you?" I sighed, shaking my head, as I pelted her backside twice with heavy-handed blows. The force from the second one caused Amy to involuntary jerk her head, which made the panties slip from her face and drop harmlessly to the floor. She then hemmed and hawed in utter desperation, obviously now fearful that I was going to give her 20 additional whacks with the cane. "Do I really need to up your training, so to speak, and bring it to a whole other level?" was my question for her. "You have been very disobedient today, Amy. What's worse, you have been very reckless. Since when were you given the right of having free will? Since when do you have the right to even remotely touch yourself, let alone masturbate, without asking me first?" I slapped her ass three times in quick, stinging succession, then quietly proclaimed, "I believe I need to do something to correct your behavior." "Please, Master!" Amy begged, tears literally in her voice. "Please! I'll be better for you! I ... I want to obey you, and make you happy. I ... just please ... don't p-punish me again. Please, Master ... oh God, please!" I picked up her soiled panties from the floor and mused, "I am sorry, Amy, but you deserve to be punished ... and you WILL be punished." Before she could respond, I stuffed the panties into her mouth, thus making an impromptu gag out of them. Amy coughed and momentarily choked on the soft lace. Despite her sobs otherwise, Amy wanted the discipline. She needed it. She craved it. As a veteran submissive, the 31-year-old knew that not only would the forthcoming discipline be warranted, but that she actually deserved it. I moved back to the chair and took a seat there, only to then pat my thigh. "Over my lap, Amy. Now." Those panties still stuffed in her mouth, Amy managed to make it to her feet without use of her hands. One of her fishnet stockings, which went so well with the French maid outfit, now had a massive hole near her right knee. It had somehow gotten ripped during her prior ordeal. Frazzled, Amy came over to me and slowly, but surely, spread herself out across my trusting, protective lap. I watched with admiration as her long-flowing red hair cascaded down around her face as she hung her head low while at the same time, her backside, still raw and simmering from the cane, was offered up to me. That ass of hers looked so prim and proper as it jiggled for my lecherous eyes. "Do you understand why I am going to punish you?" Unable to speak, Amy made a pathetic sound and nodded her head in response. Even as I placed a tender, reassuring hand upon her backside, Amy flinched anyway. She flinched as if a gunshot had gone off. The keys to her mind, it seemed, were right there for the taking. "You're lucky I don't give you the 20 lashes with the cane," I told her, reaching into the aforementioned trunk and fishing out a hardwood paddle. Amy winced and moaned, her eyes looking back and fixated upon the paddle, as I grabbed a clump of her hair and rearranged it so it fell down the side of her neck. Over the span of the next ten seconds, I rocked her ass with the paddle five times. Each blow landed in a different spot; none were too harsh, but Amy was gently sobbing at the end of it regardless. Not surprisingly, I sensed a bit of moisture on one of my trouser legs. It was pussy juice. "You may spit the panties out of your mouth." "Oh my God!" Amy whined after the panties, slick with her saliva, fell to the floor. "Oh God..." Without warning, I began to paddle Amy again. I gave her a total of seven swats as she began to squirm and writhe upon my lap, her body convulsing and those cries becoming louder and even more desperate. Of course, they were a bit harder and more severe than the initial set. "Thank me, Amy." "Oh God, Master ... oh my God..." I gave her five more whacks with the paddle. "Thank me, Amy." "Oh my God!" Five more. "OH, MASTER ... OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" This time, I brought the paddle down with the most amount of force yet (it would probably register as a seven). It caused Amy to jump in my lap and let out her loudest scream yet. It must have rocked her to her very core, because even her high-heeled feet were twitching and convulsing. "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" "Good girl," I nodded, putting the paddle away. I placed my right hand on her exposed, smoldering skin, and caressed it gently. "Does that little ass of yours hurt, pet?" "Yes, Master," she sobbed, looking back at me with eyes now redder than her hair. "Did you learn your lesson today?" "Yes, Master." "You're such a good girl when you obey," I complimented her, now undoing the velcro straps which had restrained her hands for so long. Amy immediately brought them in front of her as she was still over my lap, then squeezed each of her wrists and wrung them out to get some feeling back. "Th-Thank you, Master." "You may get down on your knees and face me now, pet." Amy nearly stumbled as she removed herself from my lap. She immediately dropped to her knees, then placed both hands behind her back yet again (like a good submissive should) and proudly jutted her breasts outward. The French maid outfit she had on was starting to look a bit tattered. Island Fever Ch. 39 I reached into my pocket and pulled something out, but kept it hidden from Amy's curious eyes in a balled-up fist. I then undid my trousers and pulled them, as well as my briefs, downward. My cock, needless to say, was ready to burst. It plunged out, standing firm and straight, and wobbled obscenely before Amy's suddenly adoring gaze. "Do you know what this is?" I asked her, opening my fist and revealing a plastic bag with two white pills inside. Amy seemed confused. "That's ... my medicine ... Master?" "Yes," I informed her. "Two pills - your daily dose of Lexapro - your anti-depressant. Didn't you ask me two weeks ago, after your visit to Dr. Humala on the mainland, if I would help you in taking your medicine every single day from now on? Without my help, you thought you may forget?" "Yes, Master," she nodded. "You have not taken your medicine yet today..." "No, Master. It's not time for a few hours yet." Amy's mouth went slightly ajar and she watched with pure fascination as I first removed the two pills from the sleeve, then placed each of them on the thick, bulging head of my cock. I held steady, not wanting either pill to topple off. That would have just ruined the spectacle. "Take your medicine," I told her. "Take it now." Again confused, Amy glanced up at my face, then my cock, face, cock and face again. "Don't make me get the flogger." With that, in one full swoop, Amy leaned forward, opening and closing her mouth over the end of my shaft. She quickly pulled back, her eyes fixated on mine, and I noticed the dose of Lexapro was suddenly gone. "Good girl," I smiled, reaching for a glass of water and offering it to her. "Drink." "Thank you, Master," Amy cooed, using both hands to hold the small glass as she sipped the water. "Thank you so much." "Mouth," I said to her. "Open your mouth. Tongue out." Again, Amy did as she was instructed, opening her mouth and extending her tongue, its tip even curling underneath her lower lip for extra emphasis. I stepped forward and smacked my cock across her tongue, then grabbed either side of her head and thrusted myself hard and fast into her. Not expecting such force, Amy gagged and choked, but that was not going to stop me from continuing. My hips were an absolute blur as I blasted her mouth, driving the tip of my cock down her throat. I trusted that she could make the necessary adjustments in order not to gag or choke, and of course I was right. In no time flat Amy took me like a pro, her eyes wide and staring up at me with absolute devotion pouring from them as I erotically impaled her face and mouth. With one final thrust, I jammed my cock so deep into her that her nose was squished up and contorted against my pubic bone. "Swallow every last drop," was my simple demand, as sperm began to jettison from my shaft. "EVERY last drop!" I tipped my head back and roared like a wild animal, the juices flowing from my shaft as if a river dam had burst. I did not even know where all of it was coming from - this was perhaps my biggest and most monstrous load ever. It just kept pumping out more. Even as I crested downward from the incredible height of orgasm, it had slowed down, but was still oozing with sperm. And much to her credit, Amy swallowed every last ounce. "Thank you, Master," the 31-year-old garbled when I finally withdrew my cock from her mouth. I reached down and touched the side of her head with my hand, then tossed aside the frilly maid's hat she had been wearing. Feeling winded and tired, I took a step back and returned to a seated position upon the chair. I breathed deeply and sighed in utter pleasure, the after-effects of my climax still reverberating throughout my body. I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them and smiled graciously at Amy. "Do you know why I had you put on a French maid's uniform today?" "Because it pleases you, Master." That was not the specific answer I was looking for, but it was good enough. It was how a true submissive would respond. "Come here," I said, my voice now soft, as I beckoned Amy with my hand and fingers. When she got close, I pulled her onto my lap and had her to take a seat there. Amy hissed and mewed as a result; her ass must have really been sore and tender, and aching. There was actually some discomfort for her in just sitting down. I felt sorry for her, but I could never allow that to show. "You may call me Jeremy for now. We are going to suspend Master and slave play." Suddenly, Amy was pouting. "Okay." "Is this what you want?" I asked her for literally the millionth time. "This is how you want to be treated?" Amy nodded her head and coyly replied, "Yes." "Why?" "Because I enjoy it." "What makes you enjoy it, though?" Amy laughed and shrugged her shoulders, perhaps unsure of what to say. "I don't know, Jeremy. Relinquishing control to someone that I know I can trust ... the idea has always been a massive turn-on for me. I trust you more than anyone I've ever known in my life. I know that you will take the control that I offer you, and use it for my own good. I know that you will not abuse it." "I've never been good at making decisions," Amy continued. "Most of the decisions I have made in life ultimately turn out to backfire on me. It has been that way for years. I want ... I want you to make my decisions ... for me." "The truth is, Jeremy, I have never been happier than I have during these six weeks that I have been here. In fact, this is the first time in my whole, entire life that I can truthfully say that I actually AM happy. I enjoy being with you, Jeremy, and I especially enjoy submitting to you." "I have always been naturally submissive and obedient," Amy told me. "Even when I was young, everyone always said what a polite, little girl I was. I never once talked back to my parents or any other adult, for that matter. My parents will tell you that I barely even cried when I was a baby. I always said please and thank you when I was little, and I got gratification out of making others happy." "As I grew up and I learned about sex, and how much I enjoy it, I naturally became a submissive female. But when you are young - fresh out of high school and college age - and you are submissive, the wrong people can take advantage of you and your good nature. That is what happened to me." "I have told you about one of my ex-boyfriends, Jeremy ... he used to rent me out to others for a day or two at a time. He would charge people money - complete strangers, even - and then send me over to their house or hotel room, and I was expected to have sex with them. That ... he did not care about me or my well-being. It made me angry, actually, and then I went through an endless string of bad relationships where things just kept getting worse." "I lived with a dominant couple for awhile - a husband and wife, and I was their house slave. They were much older than me. That ended horribly. I married a black man, Eddie, mostly because being with a black man made me feel even more submissive. That ended horribly, too. Everything always ended horribly, mostly because nothing was ever RIGHT to begin with. I was angry at life; I was mad, upset ... and instead of being submissive, which is what I truly am and always should be, I put up a shield and became aggressive." "And when you first came to the island six weeks ago," I said to her, "you saw an 18-year-old girl in Lindsay who was scared and intimidated by all of the older women around her, and the whole theme of this place and what she knew it represented ... and you wanted to take advantage of her just as others had taken advantage of you at the very same age." A lone tear seeped down Amy's face, but she glanced away to hide it from me. I reached out and cupped her chin, though, and brought her gaze back in line with mine. Amy sniffed her nose, then nodded her head in response. "This is why I do not want to see the dominant side of your personality ever again, Amy. It is not who you are, or who you want to be. It is disruptive and hurtful to others. You wanted to take an innocent girl - a virgin, noless - and scar her just as others have scarred you. You did not care about the long-term ramifications that your words, and especially your actions, were having on her." Amy was sobbing now. "Yes, it's true." She hung her head in shame and repeated, "It's true..." "Obviously you could sense that Lindsay had a submissive side to her personality, but you should have introduced her to the lifestyle in a much safer and more controlled way," I scolded Amy. "You told the girl you were taking her back to Cincinnati with you, and giving her to a group of five black men for them to use. That wasn't right, Amy." "I'm sorry..." "You should be sorry." Amy sniffed her nose and pined, "At least Lindsay has the proper guidance and is on the right track now. You have let Lindsay be submissive, Jeremy, and allowed her to explore that side of herself with you. You ... you do a much better job of dominating her than I ever could." "I don't want you to tell anyone else about this, Amy," were my strict words for her. "I do not want you to repeat this conversation to anyone else. Trish would probably be very upset if she heard this. I know you have been getting along with her lately, but if Trish knew you treated Lindsay the way you did as a means to seek some sort of revenge for your own pain in life ... that would make Trish horribly mad. I've never seen Trish mad, but she would fly off the handle. It would probably make Devon mad, too, for that matter." "I'm not really that way!" Amy cried, defending herself. "I just ... I'm happy now. I'm happy. I have been taking my medicine, and I believe it is helping a lot. I have not had a drastic mood swing or disturbance since you took me to see the doctor. Most of all, though ... I'm with you. I'm with you, Jeremy! That ... that is the best medicine of all." The young woman wiped away a heavy influx of tears and added, "I know I can trust you with anything. I know you would never hurt me, although," Amy reached back and palmed her burning ass, saying, "that paddling was kind of painful." She forged a smile and cooed, "That was a good kind of pain, though ... the right type of pain. I deserved it. But I know you would never hurt me, or take advantage of me, Jeremy. You ... you have my best interests at heart." She paused, then mused, "You have everyone's best interests at heart." "Can't you see the big picture, though?" Amy declared. "I love you, Jeremy! I love you! You ... you're the first and only man who has actually taken an interest in me as a human being. You are the first and only man who ever wanted to sit down and get to know me as a person ... talk to me like I am someone meaningful and important. You ... you listened to my thoughts and problems, and all you ever wanted to do was help. There was never anything in it for you, other than the desire to give me the help and guidance that you felt I needed." "There actually was something in it for me all along," I corrected her. "I had an ulterior motive. I did all these nice things, sweetheart, because I wanted something very badly from you. I wanted it more than you would ever know." Amy appeared puzzled. "What's that?" "Your love." With that, Amy began sobbing uncontrollably. She lost it. "YOU KEEP ASKING ME WHY!" Amy exclaimed, her emotions now reaching a fever pitch. "WHY do I want to submit to you? That is WHY right there! You brought my submissive side out from hiding with your warm nature and kindness, and now I just want to throw myself at you! I want to curl up in your arms, Jeremy, and I never want to leave them! I want to give up all power and control, and let you make the decisions for me, because I only feel safe and happy when I am with you..." "I'm your protector." "You're my knight in shining armor. You came to the castle on your white horse, and rescued me." I glanced downward for a moment and found myself lost in thought. Amy and I must have been the sight right now. She was in my lap, wearing what had become a disheveled French maid's uniform with her backside exposed, its skin a fiery shade of red. I had on a dress shirt but no pants to go with them, and of course Amy's mascara and general appearance was now in shambles thanks first to her punishment ordeal, then the heartfelt discussion we were having right now that brought even more tears and raw emotions for her to digest. Amy was the eager submissive who would do anything to please, yet I was the reluctant dominant. Yes, I was reluctant. This was all so new to me, and I was still learning. Even though there were things I found myself doing to Amy that made me uncomfortable and squeamish, her love and devotion for me - and the fact that she encouraged and welcomed it all - made me forge on. In the process, perhaps I was being introduced to a side of my own personality and demeanor that I never even knew existed until meeting this beautiful and remarkable woman? "I will probably only dominate you one or two times a week to start," I informed her. Amy smiled and nodded her head at me as I continued, "Kristanna is going to want to dominate and play with you as we move forward in our relationship and possible marriage with you down the road." "Don't marry me just to marry me, and say it's so," Amy requested. "I don't necessarily need to be married to you or Kristanna. I am simply happy being your submissive. I can go the rest of my life and be nothing more than your submissive - and I would be the happiest girl alive." "You're going to be my wife one day. One day very soon." Amy brought her hand to her midriff, rubbing it over and across the crinkly fabric of her French maid uniform. "I would love to cook and clean for you, Jeremy, and do chores around the house. That ... it would make me happy. It would give me a daily purpose, and structure. I NEED structure in my life. You ... you can't expect Louisa to be around forever, right? Can you? I would cook and clean for Kristanna, and even Devon and Trish as well. I would ... I would love to be the maid. YOUR maid. The type of maid who gets down and scrubs the floor, then finds herself over your knee later that same day for missing a spot." Those words, not surprisingly, caused my cock to get hard again... "You're going to be content and satisfied if I dominate you - treat you rough and talk down to you - only once or twice a week?" I confirmed. "You're fine with that, Amy? I do not know I could do more than that, at least to start. Maybe in the future it will be more, but right now all I have in me are one or two times a week." Amy smiled. "I will be submissive to you, Jeremy... 24 hours a day, seven days a week... 365 days a year, for the absolute rest of my life. I will ALWAYS be submissive to you. What way you decide to treat me in return will be up to you. Whether you treat me like your loving wife - a la Kristanna, or a naughty, bratty slut," Amy smiled again, then pointed toward her soiled G-string upon the floor and finished the sentence, "with a pair of used panties stuffed in her mouth, I will love you, and I will be happy." "I love you as well, Amy Kathleen [Last Name]," was my proclamation, using all three of her names for an added flare. I found her lips with my own, and kissed her. "I love you more than you could ever possibly realize." When I brought both hands to her ass and squeezed it, Amy's entire body tensed and she hissed in response. She must have felt so incredibly vulnerable and exposed down there. But that, quite frankly, was not my concern. I kneaded and prodded her backside with my hands, cupping and squeezing the smoldering flesh with reckless abandon. "And I am going to take care of you, and protect you, from this point forward," I promised her. Amy was suddenly beaming with delight as I cradled her in my arms, then stood up from the chair. She hooked her own arms around my neck, then placed the side of her face upon my shoulder and sighed contently. I took a couple of steps, but then eased downward and gently set Amy upon the floor. When I motioned for her to recline onto her back, she did. "And I will follow you, Jeremy, and obey you from this point forward," was her vow to me. Those eyes of hers were gleaming and full of love, but soon they became wide as saucers as I took the panties and jammed them back into her mouth. I placed my finger across her lips and when Amy opened wide - perhaps on instinct - I drove it deep until she was gagging on the panties. I did not say a word as I grabbed both of her legs and spread them far apart. I then hooked them around my torso but Amy did the rest, linking her feet together and holding tight. An instant later, I entered her in the missionary position and immediately began a hard, rigorous thumping. The red-head never once took her gaze off of me as I dutifully thrusted my cock in-and-out of her sweet pussy. Still, I did not say a word. I did not even utter a sound. With Amy's own mouth completely muzzled, the only sounds throughout the suite were that of our bodies bumping violently together in a hard, blissful harmony. But Amy began to scream through her gag when I used my right hand to slap her left breast. I did it again, then used a back-handed motion for the other breast. I reached for the halter-like top of her French maid uniform and pulled it down, fully exposing those breasts (and ripping the fabric in the process). I slapped them both repeatedly, and now Amy madly rocked her face from side-to-side. Even with the panties still firmly entrenched in her mouth, I lowered my lips and kissed her there anyway. When Amy started to moan and pant, I moved my hand and brought it crashing down hard across her upturned ass. That was the final straw. Amy went rigid, and had an orgasm. I too, had reached the end of the line. I buried my cock in Amy and let my senses go, my body literally exploding as if a fireworks show was happening. I felt dizzy and my mind was in a haze, and I nearly passed out, but I snapped back to reality quick and now fiercely hugged Amy to me as my own orgasm subsided. I did not want to ever let her go, either. "Thank you, Jeremy," Amy sobbed, her body again trembling, as I withdrew the panties from her mouth. "Oh God ... thank you so much. Thank you, Jeremy! Thank you! Thank you!" She returned the embrace, her arms tight and secure around me. "I love you, Jeremy! I love you!" Exhausted, I raised my head up long enough so I could make eye contact with Amy. My demeanor had flipped yet again, and now I spoke with authority in demanding, "Address me properly." "I love you, Master! Oh God, I love you so much!..." ***End of Chapter 39*** Please note: This story will end after chapter 42! Island Fever Ch. 40 Chapter 40: "Reconsideration" -------------------------------------------------- "There is no reason to deny it," I said to Trish, as she sat beside me upon the bed in our big luxury suite. "I know for a fact that you are still madly in love with Lindsay." Kristanna and Devon, both of whom were sitting upon the bed with us as well, nodded their heads in unison. "You'll always be in love with Lindsay," Devon murmured, reaching out and placing a reassuring hand across Trish's knee. "Even though she is going home in three days, and you will most likely never see her again, you will always be in love with Lindsay. That will never change." Exasperated, Trish shrugged her shoulders. "No, I cannot deny it. I ... I still wish I could be with her." "But you can't," I reminded her. "I know these past few weeks have been really tough on you, Trish, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. As Devon said, Lindsay is going home on Monday. You may never forget Lindsay, but at least you will not have to put up with looking at her and being around her every single day like you do now. I know that has been a major challenge for you." Trish offered a pensive laugh. "Tell me about it..." "Devvy and I, and Amy, are going to show you so much love and affection over the upcoming days, weeks and months," Kristanna vowed to Trish. "I believe we can make you forget about Lindsay altogether." "I think about Lindsay every minute of every day!" Trish admitted, even whining a bit. "I can't help it! I ... I can't stop loving her. I lay awake in bed at night, and I ... I ... I fantasize about her. Constantly." "She will never stop loving Lindsay," Devon reiterated, looking at Kristanna. "It's impossible." I sighed, then frowned. "You girls want me to spend time and focus all of my energy upon Lindsay during her last few days here." Lost in thought for a moment, I shook my head and continued, "I don't think I can. I don't think I really should. It would not be fair to Trish for me to be out doing things and having fun with Lindsay on the island." "I WANT you to spend this time with her," Trish repeated for perhaps the millionth time, before frowning herself. "I know that you and Lindsay care about each other very, very much, Jeremy. It would be wrong of me to deny you these last three days with her. It would be wrong to do it to her, too. I know for a fact that Lindsay is looking to be with you a lot over the next couple of days." Kristanna patted my arm. "Devvy, Amy and I will keep Trish occupied, and happy, until Monday morning comes." "You have to be with Lindsay," Devon insisted, glancing my way. "She is your baby girl, Jeremy, and you are like a father figure to her. You have such a special relationship with her. Don't you see how she looks up to you, and admires you? It would totally crush Lindsay if you decided to stay away from her this weekend. Just crush her completely." "It may crush Trish if I am with Lindsay," was my obvious rebuttal. "Lindsay is leaving. Trish is staying. My priority lies with Trish." "I WANT you to be with her," the Canadian told me one more time. "I will be fine, Jeremy. Trust me." She reached out on either side of her, and clasped hands with both Kristanna and Devon. "I have a good support group. I have great friends. You go and have your fun with Lindsay. You and her deserve it. I'm not going to be jealous or go all mental about it. Have I yet in all the time you've spent with her?" "We have talked about this, Jeremy," Kristanna offered. "You have three days left with Lindsay. You have the whole, rest of your life with us. Before we enter lockdown mode in terms of our relationship, enjoy those final three days with Lindsay. Enjoy the freedom we are giving you." "Not many guys would hesitate at the chance to be with a girl like Lindsay, ESPECIALLY when their fiancee is actually encouraging them to do so," Devon commented. "Krissy is right, Jeremy. Go and have some fun with Lindsay." "You're his fiancee too," Kristanna told Devon. "Not yet I'm not." "Oh yes you are, Devvy. You just don't know it yet!" "Lindsay is expecting you to be with her," Trish said to me. "I know you had some big plans for her this weekend. Just go, Jeremy. I'll be fine. I promise you. Go now." "Very well," I finally relented. "But if you have any problems with anything, Trish, I want you to let me know." "I will," she nodded. "Do you have any idea where Lindsay is now?" I inquired. "Where she always is - her usual spot," Devon answered. "Lindsay is in the recreation room. The girl loves getting on X-Box and PlayStation. I never got into gaming myself." "I love playing video games myself..." Trish pouted. ------- During their first two weeks on the island, I was under the impression that Trish and Lindsay would eventually leave here as a loving couple and most assuredly live happily ever after. It seemed written in stone but, unfortunately, I would soon learn that was not to be the case. From the very first day - even on the long boat ride from the mainland to the island - Trish took a serious liking to Lindsay. Feeling very nauseated and tired from her 3,500 mile airline flight from Cincinnati to Lima (to put that into perspective - from Cincinnati to Los Angeles it is less than 2,000 miles), Lindsay was able to fall asleep on the boat (which was another four hour trip by itself), but only when she had Trish's shoulder as her own private pillow. That image - the sweet, indelible 18-year-old being held and comforted by her older and caring counterpart as she slept on the boat - will be etched in my mind forever. Once we finally reached the island, Lindsay confessed to Trish later during our dinner celebration that she was still a virgin. Even later, while in their guest room, Lindsay conveyed many of her fears and anxieties to Trish about the island and what may in store for her here. Being so young and shy, and unsure about everything, Lindsay felt horribly out of place on the island. Lindsay felt intimidated by all of the older, more experienced women who were suddenly her new house-mates, but quite frankly she probably had the greatest fear and trepidation toward me. But Trish was there to comfort her that night, and lend a sympathetic ear. By this point, Amy and Camille were already hot on the trail of the tender and untouched virgin. They wanted to get their hands on Lindsay in the worst way possible, but Trish was there to ward them off at every opportunity. Trish quickly became Lindsay's protector, so to speak, basically shadowing her every step and adopting sort of a big sister mentality. Needless to say, Trish was already head over heels in love with Lindsay. Their relationship reached perhaps its zenith when, during their fourth day visiting the island, Lindsay decided to surrender her virginity to Trish (as well as yours truly) in a memorable three-some. The way those two hugged and kissed each other that night had me totally convinced. They were truly meant to be together. There was such great chemistry. But a funny thing happened on the way to eternal bliss. Amy altered her approach somewhat, and suddenly became friends with Lindsay. I did not realize it then, but as I look back now, I wonder how I could have missed it. Trish was in love with Lindsay, but the feeling was not mutual. Lindsay wanted to keep her distance; any mention or even a hint at commitment (even from me) seemed to turn her off. This became obvious the first time Trish professed her undying love for Lindsay, and suggested she move with her to Canada. Lindsay declined, saying she loved her family and did not want to live apart from them, so Trish promptly offered to relocate to Cincinnati as long as they could be together. Lindsay did not answer but this was, quite frankly, the beginning of the end of their relationship. Lindsay had no plans whatsoever of settling down at such a young age. The concept was completely foreign to her. Lindsay began to spend more and more time with Amy. Once Amy introduced her to BDSM - which was what she wanted to do all along - Lindsay literally had no time for Trish any more. She wanted to be with Amy now. Lindsay came to me one evening and literally begged to stay in my personal suite not because she wanted to have sex, but rather it would provide a safe haven for her from Trish. Trish, she insinuated, was stalking her and would not leave her alone. I told Lindsay that she needed to put her foot down and inform Trish that she was not interested in a relationship with her beyond the island. I got the idea that Lindsay thought of Trish as a friend and cared a great deal about her, but she was afraid to shoot her down and essentially break her heart. When Trish came to my room looking for Lindsay, they went off together and, after a brief but emotional discussion, their relationship was over. Since that time - nearly a month ago - Trish had been dealing with the specter of Lindsay and their failed union looming over her at every turn. Did I even realize just how incredibly difficult the past four weeks had been for Trish? Not only did she have to eat breakfast and dinner each and every day with the absolute love of her life - and see her at various points throughout the day in little or barely any attire (which was the adopted dress code here) - but Trish got to witness everyone else on the island take their turns using Lindsay as a teen-age squeeze toy (myself included). Yet Trish, the one who loved and cared for Lindsay more than anyone else, was not allowed to even lay a finger on her. For a three week period, Trish basically kept to herself. It was obvious that she was depressed, but the 30-year-old did an admirable job of hiding her emotions. Trish did not get involved in many of the daily activities which had become routine for most of the other ladies. Trish steered clear of any and all things sexual, or even romantic activity. This time period allowed Trish to evaluate her situation both in life and on the island. Although she was miserable because of what happened with Lindsay, Trish actually enjoyed being on the island. Soon, Trish began to develop feelings for me and when she let that be known, it set off a chain series of events that culminated with not only Trish having sex with me, but an offer for her to enter into a long-term relationship with Kristanna, Devon and myself. And Amy. Trish's only caveat about staying here, however, was that Lindsay basically had to go. Trish was not going to devote herself to us if Lindsay was going to be a long-term fixture here as well. There was never the possibility of that, though, because Lindsay was adamant in not wanting to be part of a relationship. Lindsay wanted to go home and return to her family at the end of these six weeks. She only had three days left. ------- After my discussion with Kristanna, Devon and Trish - where they convinced me to spend the majority of the next few days with Lindsay - I made the long trek down to the recreation room to find her. I wanted to ask if she felt like going out and doing something together with me on the island. The door was wide open, but I froze and stopped dead in my tracks before stepping inside. As Devon predicted, Lindsay was indeed in the recreation room. But she was not playing video games. I watched with fascinated eyes as Lindsay and Amy were lying side-by-side upon the floor, simply embracing and kissing each other at a very slow, leisurely pace. Both ladies were clothed; Lindsay wore a t-shirt and a pair of pink cotton shorts, while Amy had on a halter top and a mini-skirt. Neither seemed to be in any rush to rid the other of their attire. In fact, I got the sense that Lindsay and Amy were content to just lounge here on the floor and tenderly hug and kiss each other for hours on end. An erection began to form within my shorts as when the two ladies broke their current kiss, they made eye contact and giggled in unison, then bumped noses, only to bring their lips together for another savory exchange. They were kissing and caressing each other like two naive schoolgirls on the floor in a bedroom with unknowing (and uptight) parents just a couple of doors down the hall. "I'm going to miss you so much," Amy murmured to Lindsay, before kissing her yet again. When I leaned against the doorway, Lindsay's eyes drifted upward and she caught sight of me. She quickly sat up, and Amy did the same. Grinning, Lindsay wiped her lips with a single finger and greeted, "Hi Jeremy!" "Hello, girls." Amy's smile was especially wide for me. "Hi lover." I chuckled at her choice of words, but then decided to ask, "What's going on here?" "Amy and I have just been enjoying each other for the past 20 minutes," Lindsay informed me. "Yet your clothes are still on?" I said, my eyebrows raised. "That does not add up." "We just wanted to kiss," Amy explained. "It's nice and peaceful, and relaxing." I laughed at her again. "You just wanted to kiss? This from the girl who begged me to dominate her last night?" Amy licked her lips, then shrugged her shoulders and offered a coy expression. "I ... I don't know. It has just been very nice. Very ... relaxing." She giggled, then confessed, "Plus, my ass is still on fire from what you did to it last night!" Lindsay was beaming now. "Would you like to join us?" "I think I'll pass," were my words, which surprised them both. "You two can continue with what you were doing." "Why did you come down here, then?" Amy inquired. "You must have had a reason?" "I wanted to ask Lindsay if she felt like going out with me on a date," I answered, which caused the blonde's eyes to go wide. "But it can wait. You two have your fun." "No," Amy insisted, shaking her head. "Lindsay was just saying a little while ago that she hoped you would do something nice with her. A date sounds perfect!" Amy grabbed Lindsay's arm, then pointed at me. "Go with him, honey. You don't have much time left. Please ... go. You and I can pick up where we left off sometime this weekend." "Are you sure?" "Yes," Amy nodded. "Go. You need to be with Jeremy." "The others won't mind?" "Not at all," Amy told her. "We've already spoken about this. We want you and Jeremy to spend a lot of time with each other before you get on that helicopter Monday morning." Lindsay turned her attention toward me and mused, "A date, huh? Where will we go?" "I don't know," were my words for her. "I'm an old man, sweetheart, and I'm totally out of the loop. I don't know where the 18-year-old girls go on their dates nowadays." "You're not old!" Amy chortled. "39 is NOT old!" "Yes it is," Lindsay snapped back, but with a playful grin. ------- With a sparkling sea of aquamarine as our backdrop, and the endless surf washing up around our feet, I was holding Lindsay's hand as the two of us went for a stroll along the sun-splashed crescent sands of the northwestern beach. We were simply enjoying ourselves and the atmosphere, with simple, small talk, and a lot of long pauses inbetween. I had grown so accustomed (and attached) to Lindsay that it was depressing for me to think that a little more than 72 hours from now, she would be back home in Cincinnati with her family. It was good for Lindsay, of course, but it was bad for me. I would miss that smile and her youthful exuberance, but realized that she did not have a future here with us and returning to Ohio was, in fact, her only real option. "What are your plans for when you get home? Are you going back to your job as a cosmetics clerk at the supermarket?" "Yeah," Lindsay cooed, smiling. "I've actually already been on the phone with my boss. I go back next Thursday. I have a three to nine shift in the afternoon and evening." I nodded my head. "That will give you two whole days to rest and recoup from the airline flight." "Ughhhhh!" the young woman growled, making a face. "I am NOT looking forward to that long plane ride. It will be even more difficult with the fact that I won't know anyone on it. At least when I came here six weeks ago, I had all the other girls to talk to and get acquainted with. You had all of us sit together on the flight from Miami." "I'll fly with you if it makes you feel more comfortable," I offered, to which Lindsay vehemently shook her head. "When the plane reaches Cincinnati, I could simply get on another one and go back to Lima through Miami or Dallas." "Don't be crazy!" she exclaimed. "I don't want you to fly all that distance with me just so I can have someone to talk to and be with. I'm a big girl, Jeremy. I can handle it." "You're my baby girl," I corrected her, leaning over and stealing a quick kiss. Lindsay's face blushed red with sudden embarrassment - I loved it whenever that happened - as I then brought her hand to my lips and kissed it as well. "I need to take care of you, honey, and know you're safe." "You're NOT flying back to Cincinnati with me," were her words. "And you've taken care of me enough already as it is. My mom and my sisters have no idea what to think of you. They cannot believe all the nice things you have done for our family. The bank got your payment yesterday, Jeremy, and now our family house is paid off. My mom is going out of her mind because of you. She cannot believe you are doing so many good things for people you have never even met. Mom was convinced for awhile that I was going to marry you, but that I just wasn't telling her about it for some reason." I smiled at those words. "That's a really nice thought. But why would your mom think you would marry me?" Lindsay laughed and shook her head. "Why else would some man go to all the lengths to help a group of strangers out like you have? Regardless of whether it is my family, that is just not normal, Jeremy. You've taken all the worry and hassle my family has had for the past eight months since my father died, and just wiped it away. Wiped it clean. It was hard for me to convince my mom that this is just the type of person you are. You do things like this for others. And best of all, you ask for nothing in return." "Your mom, your three sisters, even your little baby niece Katherine ... they are not strangers to me, honey. I feel as if I know them in a way." I smiled at her and continued, "You've told me all about them." "Yeah. Yeah, I have." "Remember that I have family in Cincinnati too," I advised her. "I was born just a couple of miles from where you live now. I'd love to meet your mom and sisters one day." "Oh ... they want to meet you too," Lindsay assured me. "I sent them your picture. Alison thinks you are hot." I found myself temporarily taken aback. "Alison thinks I am hot? Your 16-year-old sister?" "Yes," Lindsay nodded. "Soon to be 17, though." "That's not going to help me now. She has to be 18 first." Lindsay giggled. "Alison has a boyfriend already." "How did you approach the subject of the island with your family? Surely, no matter how desperate she was for money, your mother could not have approved of you coming here." "She didn't," Lindsay clarified. "But I also had to bend the truth. I told her I was going to an island in the South Pacific where I would be living for six weeks, and it had a dating theme to it. Among five other girls, I told my mom, I was in a dating competition for a man. I told her that I was not interested in winning the competition, but I was guaranteed $100,000 just for taking part in it. I told her it was sort of like The Bachelor, but without the cameras." How much more wrong could she have been about the cameras? Little did Lindsay know, but I had cameras hidden everywhere. "And your mom was fine with this?" "No, not really," Lindsay giggled. "But I told her I was 18 now, and I could make my own decisions. I was doing this for our family to get us some money. I did not care how much she argued or wanted to put a fight about it." Island Fever Ch. 40 "What you told your mom, sweetheart, was not far from the truth. The whole dating and vying for my affection thing." "Well ... I didn't tell my mom that all of the other girls on the island were going to be bisexual," she chirped. "I don't want my family to know that about me. You know, with three sisters ... might be a bit awkward. I rather keep my attraction for girls a secret from them." "Fair enough," I nodded, before deciding to change the subject somewhat. "Are you going to actually get married one day, dear? You would make someone a fine wife." "Maybe eight or ten years from now. Then again ... maybe not. I need to find a man who is as nice and as wonderful as you are, Jeremy." My heart fluttering at those words, Lindsay forged a smile and ended, "That will be a tall task." "Oh, I'm sure you'll find someone who treats you good." "I was talking with Amy before you found us in the recreation room," the young woman offered. "We were actually talking about you." "I trust none of it involved plotting my demise?" Lindsay giggled. "No, not quite. Amy told me that she would give up anything in the world to be with you. Amy loves you that much, Jeremy. I told her that I needed to find someone as nice and as sweet, and as loving, as you. But she told me I won't. I never will. Amy said I will never meet another man like you, Jeremy." Lindsay pouted and concluded, "I have to agree with her." "You're a good, clean girl," I advised her. "It will not be difficult for you. Trust me." "Then how come Kristanna, Devon, Trish and Amy all say they have never found a man quite like you?" she retorted. "All of them are good, and clean, too. All of them are much older than me and way more experienced. They have been around a bunch of men. They are all even willing to share you with each other as long as they can have you." I shrugged my shoulders. "Point taken." Soon, a random thought just magically appeared in my mind. Totally off-topic from our discussion, but it caused me to temporarily glance out at sea and admire the incoming swells. The water was actually fairly tame today. "You've been here for six weeks, honey," I said to her, "and I have yet to see you frolic and play in the ocean." I motioned toward Lindsay's feet as we lingered along the shoreline, the tranquil waves serenading us, and added, "This is the closest I've ever seen you to the water." "I don't want to go into the water," Lindsay responded. "I'm scared of getting eaten by a Jaws." I made a face. "A shark? No shark is going to eat you, sweetheart. I would not let one close to you anyway." "Pamela saw a shark when she went diving with you a couple of weeks ago, remember?" I nodded my head at her as she added, "It scared the living daylights out of her." "That shark was harmless," I informed her. "But ... you'll be home in just three days, honey, and how are you going to tell your mom and sisters in good conscience that you visited a beautiful tropical island for six weeks, yet never once went into the ocean? They will think you are crazy." I paused, then smiled at her. "You live in Ohio. There's no ocean anywhere close to you. I don't want you to look back years from now and regret not at least giving the water a try." Still holding her hand, I took big steps out into the ocean. "Come on, honey. Just come out with me a little bit. I'll be with you every step of the way." Lindsay appeared squeamish. "Can't sharks swim like ten feet from the coastline if they want to?" I chuckled at her. "There are no sharks here, honey. And if there is one and it wants to have you for dinner," I made a fist and held it up, then completed the sentence, "I will beat it up for you." Lindsay looked at me strangely. "I'd like to see you try." I took another step out to sea, and gently tugged at her arm. "C'mon, honey. It will be fun. We don't have to go out far ... maybe where the water is just chest-high." Lindsay glanced downward, motioning toward the t-shirt and shorts she was wearing. She had to find a new excuse for me. "My clothes will get soaked." "Then take your clothes off," I chided her, which forced her to glare back at me with a long, curious expression. "Okay," Lindsay finally relented, breaking free of my grip and moving toward dry land. "I'm only doing this for you, Jeremy." The 18-year-old thumbed the waistband on either side of her pink shorts, which were not only a snug fit, but made of cotton and had the logo Think Pink etched across the back of them, and nudged them downward. I stood there and silently admired the sight as Lindsay wiggled out of her little shorts, then lifted her white t-shirt up and over her head. She placed both garments upon the dry, sandy beach, then unsnapped her bra in back and piled it on top. Suddenly wearing nothing but a pair of flip-flops and a white G-string, Lindsay stepped closer and again latched onto my hand with her own. "Come on, big boy," she deadpanned, twirling her head about and pulling me further into the water with her. "Come on ... this is what you wanted. Come lead to my demise at the jaws of a shark." "You're a silly girl." Lindsay waded further outward, where the water came up to her waist. With the scorching sun beaming down on us from high above, the water was a perfect temperature today. It felt just right. At this point, I was not going to push or prod Lindsay any further. I was going to allow her to decide just how far she wanted to go out in the water. She took a few more steps, still holding my hand, and the water-line now concealed her bare breasts. Apparently, this was the end of the line. I was actually proud of her for venturing out this far. Lindsay squealed with a mixture of surprise and delight as I then brought her into my arms and hugged her fiercely, only to spin her around several times in the tide. "Don't you wish you did this before?" I exclaimed. "Isn't this fun?" "It's ... different." I smashed my mouth to hers, kissing her hard and deep, as a heavier wave pelted us, causing us to float a good five or six feet in the water. Still, my lips did not leave hers. But once the kiss was over, she was smiling brightly. "Now THAT was fun!" ------- Struggling to open my eyes but eventually doing so, I instinctively turned my head toward the left and noticed via the nearby alarm clock that the time was 4:14am. I groaned out loud, wondering to myself why I had woken up in the dead of the night once again. This seemed to be a reoccurring problem for me as of late, unfortunately, and I needed to find out what was causing it and get it fixed. My personal suite was pitch black, of course, save for some scattered rays of moonlight peeking through the six floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side of the bed. I then felt a single body all nice and snug upon my right side, and quickly realized it was Lindsay. After our fun at the beach yesterday, and then a fabulous dinner prepared by Louisa, Lindsay retired with me to my bedroom. The other ladies were allowing her to have the grand treatment during her final few days on the island. Kristanna and Amy went off to one guest suite and had plans of sharing a bed, while Devon and Trish went to another. Instead of having sex, however - which was what I thought the insatiable little hellcat would most assuredly want - we started talking again. One thing led to another, and the topic of Hollywood movies somehow came up. Lindsay claimed that once she returned home, one of the first things to do on her checklist (aside from getting back with her family) was to go to the movie theater and see the box office smash Man of Steel. The movie came out nearly a month ago (on June 13, 2013), and was still going strong in terms of ticket sales and overall appeal. I then explained to Lindsay that despite the fact that Man of Steel was still in the theaters and would probably stay there until the proverbial well had run dry, I had a Blu-ray copy of it anyway. I told her that from the years I spent living near Los Angeles - which was where I made my original fortune - I had some high-level friends and business associates in the movie industry, and I could get advance copies of any new release with just a simple telephone call. Lindsay seemed awestruck at the connections I had, then immediately asked if we could watch the movie before going to sleep. I gave her a choice of where, and she opted for ice cream in bed. I cannot describe how incredible it was for me to lounge in bed with this precious angel and do something so simple as watch a movie and occasionally feed her ice cream. I wanted to have sex, of course, and routinely found myself concentrating more on Lindsay than this updated version of Superman. I was actually aroused for most of the evening, but Lindsay was too enthralled with the movie to even notice. Apparently, she had been looking forward to it for quite some time. I did not feel like interrupting her viewing pleasure. But it had been a very long and taxing day, and at about the two hour mark of the film, I noticed that Lindsay had actually fallen asleep. I did not want to wake her, though the movie had another 30 minutes left before its conclusion. I figured we could pick up wherever she left off on Saturday. I watched the end of it in silence, then turned off the television and the lights, and snuggled up even closer to her. In just a few moments, I was out. Fast-forward several hours and I found myself awake at the unholy time of 4:14am. "Maybe you need to go and see the doctor, and get some sleeping pills," I audibly told myself, before groaning yet again and flipping over to my right side. My bleary eyes did a shocked double-take at what they saw. Lindsay was indeed laying next to me, but she was wide awake and her head was up, and she was looking at me rather intently. Even as she realized that I knew her gaze was on me, Lindsay did not move. She did not waver. Her expression did not flinch one bit. She seemed almost robotic. "What ... what are you doing up?" was my groggy question. "Why ... why aren't you ... sl-sleeping, honey?" "I can't sleep," she simply answered. "And I enjoy watching you as you sleep. You look so ... vulnerable." I squinted my eyes and tried to focus on her in the dim moonlight. All I really saw was a silhouette, but you can rest assured that it was a damn beautiful silhouette. "How long ... how long have you ... been awake?" "An hour." I rolled my eyes and moaned. "You're going to be dead on your feet tomorrow, honey. Please, get some sleep..." "But I'm not tired." "You fell asleep in the middle of the movie last night." "I didn't sleep for long." Lindsay was a feisty little thing. I liked that about her. "How can you ... how can you stare at me ... for an hour ... in the middle of the night?" The young woman shrugged her shoulders. "Easy ... I was thinking of how lucky Kristanna is to have you. I know she is your favorite, Jeremy. She is the luckiest girl alive." I could forever listen to a gorgeous woman compliment me and extoll my virtues, but now was not the time. I had a splitting headache, and just wanted to go back to sleep. "Tomorrow, baby," I requested, my voice weak. "Talk to me tomorrow. We will talk more then..." Lindsay reached out and ran her hand oh-so-gently across my chest, then did the same for my face. "Close your eyes, Jeremy." She leaned forward and gave me a whispery kiss upon the lips and swooned, "Close your eyes, and go beddy-bye. I am going to stay awake, and watch you for awhile..." The next thing I knew, it was 8:45am Saturday morning. And Lindsay was out like a light beside me. ------- "Why aren't you with Lindsay now?" Kristanna said to me two hours later, as I stood at the sink within the gourmet kitchenette and did my usual routine with the breakfast dishes. Everything needed to be clean, and sparkly. "You seem awfully intent on making sure Lindsay and I are together at every turn until she goes home in two days." Kristanna shrugged. "I just think you and Lindsay should spend as much time together as possible. That is all. There is a good possibility that you may never see her again after Monday. If you do, like during a visit to Cincinnati - it surely will not be within the context or under the pretenses of this island. You'd go out to dinner with her, and maybe her family, but that would be it." "I don't want to hog all of her time," were my words. "The girl has other friends here, too. She needs time to properly say good-bye to them before Monday as well." "Lindsay has pretty much said good-bye to everyone already," Kristanna countered, reaching out and taking the breakfast plate which I had been scrubbing from my hand. "Go, Jeremy. I'll finish the dishes. Go find Lindsay, and be with her. You and her need to be together." I offered Kristanna a long, hard look. She was acting very strange. Why was my fiancee so Hell-bent on making certain that I basically become another woman's shadow? All I had heard from Kristanna in the past 24 hours was how vitally important it was for me to make time for Lindsay. "You need to be with her." I chucked the two spoons from my opposite hand into the soapy dish-water and glared at Kristanna. I had enough of this. She was up to something. "What's the deal?" Kristanna's blue eyes went wide, but they were full of innocence. "What do you mean?" "Why is it so important to you that I'm with Lindsay?" "Because you and her love each other," Kristanna answered, reaching out and tugging at my forearm. "I know how much you are going to miss her, Jeremy, once she goes home. I just ... I want you to get as much time in with her as you can." "But my feelings for Lindsay - no matter how strong they may be - do not come as close to even being a tiny fraction of the way I feel about you," I told Kristanna. "That's only because Lindsay is not staying with us, much like Devvy, Trish and Amy are," was her rebuttal. "I like to be with my fiancee, honey, and the one woman I know for sure that I am going to marry in five weeks. Am I allowed to be with my fiancee today or tomorrow?" The 23-year-old smiled in response, then pressed her lips to mine for a languid, slow-moving kiss. "I like to be with you too, Jeremy. I just don't want you to have any regrets about Lindsay. Anything at all you possibly want to do with her, it HAS to be done before tomorrow night. She is leaving bright and early Monday morning. Once she is gone, it will be forever. Think about that. Enjoy your time with her. Treat her special ... show her how much she means to you." I again looked at Kristanna for a long time. What she said made sense on the surface, but I still did not believe her. It was not that I thought Kristanna was not being upfront and honest, but rather, she was hiding something from me. There was something else going on at play here. She may have been a good actress, but I could see right through her. "How is Trish?" I wondered. "Fine," Kristanna nodded. "She spent the night in her old guest bedroom with Devvy. From all accounts, the two of them had a wonderful evening together." "How was your night with Amy?" Kristanna bit her lower lip and grinned. "All I can say is that Amy responds to being tied up and placed into bondage more than any woman I have ever known. We had a ... little session last night, you could say..." "Oh really?" Still smiling, Kristanna nodded her head once again. "Oh yes. I'll work on putting together a video package in the voyeur room for you, Jeremy, with different camera angles and whatnot. I'll do that today. I KNOW you are going to be very interested in seeing what I did to Amy last night." "What did you do to her?" Kristanna twirled her head from side-to-side in a dreamy manner, then swooned, "You're gonna have to watch the video to find out. I'll have a little movie for you later." The Norwegian placed both hands upon my side, and gently began to nudge me away from the kitchen sink. "Go, Jeremy. Go find Lindsay, and be with her. I will finish the dishes." She shooed me away, saying, "Go. Go now!" Indeed, Kristanna was up to something. And it was big. ------- "I could SO get used to this," Lindsay murmured sometime later that afternoon, as she and I were in the process of making our return to the mansion from the majestic waterfall. Her hand tightly entwined with mine, Lindsay put her face on my shoulder and sighed contently. "This island is going to be so hard to walk away from, but I need to get back to my family. I miss them so much. I can't wait to see them." "I know you can't wait, honey," I consoled her. "And I know how much you miss them. It won't be long now." I had found myself doing this quite often since meeting up with her earlier for a new round of fun together, but I took another moment to appraise the wondrous sight of Lindsay and just how appealing she looked today. Wearing an aqua-colored garment made of all-over lace that resembled a sheet more than it did a dress, Lindsay had the aura of a true beach bunny about her. The flirty dress, with criss-cross straps across her back, as well as a pair for her shoulders, ended mere inches from her hips. If Lindsay were to strain or stretch her body, the hemline would invariably ride high and one would be presented with fleeting, yet splendid, glimpses of her sweet, little ass. At 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds, Lindsay was, quite simply, the epitome of 18-year-old perfection. Everything about her was tight and compact, and it was impossible to find a single blemish anywhere on her skin or entire body. Thanks to the island, Lindsay sported an all-over tan. She had a darling face, and the most innocent, wholesome eyes, and the kind of tender, affectionate smile that could stop a freight train. I should also point out that the dazzling red streaks that she got temporarily dyed into her long-flowing blonde hair during her recent trip to the styling salon in Lima were not only intact, but they still looked brand new. Lindsay figured that the bold streaks would last another couple of days at the very most, before they started to fade away and vanish for good. Of course, Lindsay planned on getting them flat-out removed once she returned home to Cincinnati. Her mother, she claimed, would not tolerate that look on her. Carrying a picnic basket, I held it out in front of me and casually asked, "Did you enjoy lunch at the waterfall?" The enchantress glared at me through narrow eyes. "You know I did, Jeremy. How could I have NOT enjoyed it? I got to sit on your lap, and you finger-fed me the whole time." The past 24 hours had been quite a whirlwind for me in terms of Lindsay and my feelings for her. I somehow found myself becoming more and more attached to her because of all the fun and good times we were having together. Yet at the same time, all of this with her was going to be over soon. I had to remind myself of that on several occasions. My thoughts were interrupted when Lindsay purred like a kitten and snuggled her face even tighter upon my shoulder. An instant later, however, her entire body jerked as she stood erect and stared off into the distance. Ahead of us, it seemed as if Devon and Amy had started a bon-fire on the beach. Both Lindsay and I could clearly see the two ladies huddled together underneath a thin blanket, as they laughed and giggled in unison. However, neither of them were aware of our presence. "Can we go back to the mansion?" Lindsay asked, almost pleading with me. "I ... this is my day to be with you - no one else." Lindsay wanted me to herself, too? Hmmmmm... The idea of being the centerpiece of a frenzied four-some suddenly crossed my mind. It sure would be something to be in the middle of not only Devon and Amy, but Lindsay as well. My body shivered with emotion at the mere idea of all three of them ravaging my body until there was simply nothing left of me offer. It was a very tempting thought, indeed, but I felt the need to honor Lindsay's wishes. After all, we were on day two of our extended date. Island Fever Ch. 40 Plus, I did not want to incur the wrath of Kristanna. Not only did my precious fiancee want me to spend all this time with Lindsay, but I got the idea that she wanted it to be strictly one-on-one as well. "Back up to the mansion we go," I smiled, turning and guiding Lindsay toward a narrow pathway. "C'mon ... this way. This is a shorter route than doubling back the way we came." As could be expected, Lindsay was not about to let me leave her clutches. She held onto my arm with a vise-tight grip as we made our way up the little path. "What would you like, dear?" I asked, as we approached the northern side of the mansion. "Where should our date go now? Remember, we could always finish the movie you fell asleep during last night. Or if you're still hungry, I could get you an ice cream cone from the kitchen?" "How about right here?" Lindsay asked, as she broke away and hurried over toward the grotto. Made of rock and granite, the grotto was a chest-deep pool which surrounded the entire mansion much like a moat does a castle. It was loaded with spacious caves and alcoves that were ideal for romance. "The grotto?" I asked, somewhat surprised. "I'm afraid neither of us are dressed for the water." That was dumb of me to say. Lindsay would probably go nude again, I told myself, just as she did yesterday in the ocean. "Wanna bet?" Lindsay squealed, as she unzipped her dress in back and then lifted it up, and over, her head. My eyes went wide with great admiration as I took in the amazing beauty of the tight-as-a-drum Lindsay in a yellow, two-piece bikini swimsuit. Along with that inviting, playful smile etched across her lovely face, it should not come as any real surprise that I developed an immediate erection as well. "I'm a little more prepared for the water today," Lindsay chirped, motioning toward her bikini while also getting rid of her shoes. She plopped herself down into the grotto, then held both arms out for me in an inviting manner. "Come on!" "You know that bikini of yours is going to get ripped right from your body in a matter of moments," I warned her, stepping out of my own shoes and getting rid of my shirt. "I wouldn't have it any other way," Lindsay swooned, as she began to splash me with an onslaught of water. I was completely soaked from the waist down in mere seconds as she giggled and sneered at her handiwork. "See, Jeremy? The water feels great! Come in and join me." Smiling, I shook my head at the little temptress as indeed, I jumped down into the water to provide her the company that she wanted. Lindsay then screeched, however, as I dunked her head underwater for a good five seconds. When I allowed her to re-surface, Lindsay breathed in heavy gasps as her hair - once styled to total perfection - was now a slick, wet mess. I laughed at her predicament. "You're mean!" she snapped, albeit in a playful way. "That's what you get for splashing me," I told her. "Of course, that was probably your intent all along. Otherwise, you would not have worn that swimsuit underneath your dress." "Actually, I was hoping for another dip in the ocean," she informed me. "But when I saw Devon and Amy down there, I knew it was time to leave." Lindsay slithered up close to me in the water and placed both arms around my neck in a loving way. "Can you blame me for wanting you to myself today?" "I guess not," was my response, as I cleared my throat. The feel of Lindsay's taut breasts upon my chest sent pulses of hot pleasure shooting throughout my body. "You obviously like me, honey. I think those feelings have really only began to manifest for you during the last week ot so. May I ask why? Why have you taken such a sudden liking to me?" "I see all of the other girls, one-by-one, falling in love with you," she began. "Kristanna, obviously, but you have known her for years. But from our very first night on the island, Devon and Amy were already madly in love with you. Devon was going around telling all of us behind your back that she was going to marry you one day. The second day, I guess, Pamela fell in love with you too. Didn't you have a long talk with her in the library, or something?" "Pamela and I did many more things in the library than just talk," I mused, vividly remembering that afternoon. "But yes ... that was where I sat down and was really able to get to know her. It ... it is a special memory." "Pamela was in love with you from that moment on," Lindsay explained. "She wanted to devote the rest of her life to you. And then, with how Devon and Pamela felt for you, I see you starting to do all these nice things for them. Little things mostly, but little things can add up to big things. You tried to do it for Amy. But Amy was awkward and not the best at being social, and your attempts at being nice and helpful to her were not very successful at first." "What do you mean?" "You tried to talk her into getting help for her mental illness and personality disorder during just our second week here. Amy flat-out refused." "How did you know that, honey? We wanted to keep Amy's health issues under wraps; a secret, from you." "Amy told me," Lindsay simply stated. "Remember, Jeremy, Amy and I are friends. She tells me everything. She ... she also told me why you suddenly became her dominant Master. I was always curious about that. You seized control of her - which is what she wanted you to do all along - but your sole purpose with it was not the sex, but now, being in charge of her, you were not asking her to go and see a doctor anymore. You were TELLING her. And Amy went with you to Lima that day ... and got the help she needed. All thanks to you..." Lindsay hesitated for a moment, perhaps lost in thought. "But I guess the real turning point for me as it pertains to you, Jeremy, and my feelings for you, was when Trish actually began to fall in love with you as well. I NEVER saw that coming. I do not know if anyone did. Every single woman on the island was crawling all over you, and wanted you so bad. I ... I guess I began to take notice, and realize why." "Camille wasn't crawling all over me," I reminded her. "She was trying to run away, it seemed." "Screw Camille!" Lindsay bitterly snapped. "You really are my type of girl, honey..." "All of the girls had the same thought about you, Jeremy. You are this amazing, wonderful man ... many of them say you are the type of man who only comes around once in a lifetime. You are so incredibly kind and generous; you're so very understanding and lenient with all of us. You adapt to us. You will laugh and joke with Kristanna as you make love to her. You will hold Trish's hand and reassure her when you are with her. You'll tell Devon how special she is to you, and how much you want to give her a better life than what she had in Pennsylvania. And then you will go dominant, and punish Amy for being a naughty girl." "What is most amazing to me, though," Lindsay continued, "is the simple fact that you are so totally unassuming. You seem completely oblivious to the endless amount of reasons why every single woman on this island - minus Camille - has fallen in love with you." Lindsay giggled, then confided, "Even Louisa told me that if she was 40 or 50 years younger, she would be all over you like white on rice." Those words, not surprisingly, forced me to cough and choke. The 76-year-old housekeeper had eyes for me? "The sad thing is, Louisa is in better shape than you." "Funny," was my sarcastic response for her playful words. "So I see what has happened between you and all of the other girls. Your little circle of four, let's keep it at that - Kristanna, Devon, Trish and Amy. I may not be big on commitment, Jeremy, but I saw how you treated all of them. And I watched them fall in love with you. And I saw why." Lindsay paused, then sniffed her nose. "Then you and I had our little discussion in the recreation room this past Sunday." A tear streaked down her face as she pined, "I was suddenly in love with you, too." "Oh?" "All I do is ask you about the money pay-out at the end," Lindsay mused. "I already know about the $100,000. I ask who is going to get the $500,000 that you said one of us was promised. I told you that my family could really use it, but I was not going to be greedy or selfish about it. But you said you did not want me to worry about the money or who was going to get it. You ... you ask me why my family needed the money, and what they would do with it." Lindsay took a deep breath and sighed. "And then, you began to rattle off everything you did. The bank was about to foreclose on our family home because my mom was still behind on payments. You offer, out of the blue, to pay off the balance on the house so my mom would never have to worry about it again. You are going to buy brand new cars for not only me, but my mom and my three sisters as well. You are putting aside college tuition for Alison and Katherine so they can get a good education one day. And finally, you are giving me, my mom and my sisters an all-expenses paid trip to Italy next month. THAT is the one place in the world where Mom has ALWAYS wanted to visit. You ... you're going to make it a reality for her, Jeremy. And you don't even know her." "Your family has been through a lot since your father died last November," I reminded her. "They deserve a break. None more so than your mom, I am sure." Lindsay was trying not to cry. It was extremely tough for her, but she was somehow able to succeed. "B-But you d-don't even know my m-m-mom, or an-anyone ... else..." "I know you. Don't I? I know how highly you speak of your mom and your sisters. You're my little baby, Lindsay. You always will be. Nothing will ever change that. No distance will change that. I am willing to do things for the people in your life that you care about and hold close to your heart, because I love and care for you so deeply myself." With that, Lindsay's expression broke and she began to sob. I tried to reach out and touch her face, but she flinched at the last possible second and even took a step back from me. I do not believe it was a negative step. Rather, it just seemed that Lindsay was stunned. She needed time to process the words that I had just said to her. The young woman brought her own hand to her face, and wiped away a heavy excess of tears. She turned around and started to wade away from me in the grotto, but my voice stopped her and caused to glance back my way. "Honey?" "Yes, Jeremy?" "Aside from the money for your own personal car, all of the things I promised you this past Sunday for your family was just that - for your family. That includes the original $100,000." She offered a quizzical expression before I elaborated, "You, my dear, are still getting the $500,000. This money will be for YOU." "OH MY GOD, JEREMY!" Lindsay erupted in emotion, her cries now loud and uncontrollable. "OH MY GOD!" She turned again, then quickly scampered off toward one of the hidden alcoves here in the grotto, and thus, away from my sight. ------- I figured that Kristanna would most assuredly object, but I decided to offer Lindsay a little space and told her that she had the rest of the day and night off from being with me. I suggested that she spend the night with Amy since they were good friends and had gotten close in recent weeks. Also, it would allow them to finish their kissing duel from yesterday. Tomorrow, I promised Lindsay, we would get back together for one more day of fun and good times before she returned home. It was an hour before dinner when I found myself outdoors beside the infinity-edge swimming pool near the back of the mansion. I was sprawled out in my favorite lounge chair with a magazine in one hand and a glass of iced tea in the other. It had been a long and tiresome day, indeed, and the stress I felt from knowing that Lindsay would be leaving a mere 37 hours from now did not help, either. But relaxation such as this was the best cure for the troubles that ailed me. I was minding my own business and, at least for the time being, did not have a care in the world. But I was brought out of my peaceful reverie by the familiar sound of a pair of high-heeled shoes in the distance, and approaching fast. Clankety-clank, clankety-clank, clankety-clank... But before I could turn to learn of the source, a head snuck around mine and sweet lips found my own for a moderate kiss. Stunned, I sat up in the chair and was rewarded with the astonishing beauty that was Devon. Dressed in a white tank-top and a pair of denim shorts, Devon had a wide, inviting smile upon her face and she gazed back at me. Those blue eyes twinkling, she leaned over and placed her hands upon my legs, and kissed me again. "What was that for?" I managed to get out, still feeling a bit blindsided (but in the best possible way). "Lindsay just told me all about her day with you," Devon answered, her face awash with emotion and happiness. "Thank you, Jeremy." Devon kissed me again, her smile even bigger now. "Thank you. Thank you SO MUCH for helping Lindsay out the way you have. She deserves everything you have done for her! It couldn't have happened to a better girl." "It needed to be done," I countered. Devon grinned. "Lindsay is quite the emotional wreck right now back inside the mansion. She is with Krissy and Amy, and keeps going on and on about how she will never find anyone as nice as you ... anyone who would care about her quite like you do. I was there too, for awhile. We all took turns hugging her, trying to get her to calm down." "I know someone who would love Lindsay, and treat her better than even I could," were my words. "Who's that?" Devon inquired, not believing me. "Trish." "Oh." Devon gulped her throat twice and swallowed hard. "Ummmmm ... yeah. Yeah, I could actually see that." "Is Krissy angry at me now?" Devon made a face. "Huh? Angry? What possible reason would Krissy have to be angry at you?" "Because I told Lindsay that I wanted her to spend the rest of the day and night with Amy," I responded. "I do not know why, but Krissy seems adamant that I don't let Lindsay so much as even leave my sight before Monday morning." Devon patted my wrist and explained, "Krissy knows how much you and Lindsay mean to each other. She just wants you and Lindsay to enjoy the rest of your time together ... that is all. You have to admit, Jeremy, that you have developed quite a unique relationship with her." "Oh? How so?" "She is only 18, and you are 39. She is your little girl, and you are like a father figure to her. A Daddy, even ... not her actual father, or a new father, but a Daddy figure to her. A kind and benevolent Daddy figure who, no matter what, just keeps showering her with affection and gifts." "That analogy ... is kind of creepy, Devon." She laughed at me. "It's not supposed to be!" "But it is. No matter how many times you say that to me, it never once loses its creep factor." Devon giggled again. "Monday morning is going to be VERY interesting. Lindsay is going to bawling her little eyes out so much, having to leave not only the island, but you, Jeremy. It's going to tear her to shreds. Why, Krissy is convinced that Lindsay will..." Devon suddenly went quiet in the middle of her sentence, as if she was about to tell me something, but realized it was better left un-said. "Krissy is convinced that Lindsay will what?" Devon shook her head. "Forget I said it. It's nothing." "What?" "Nothing." "WHAT?" I demanded. "Nothing," she reiterated, trying her best to come across as an innocent. "Nothing important." Indeed, Kristanna was up to something sneaky. And Devon, I had just learned, was in on whatever scheme it was, too. ------- "Hi baby," I said to Lindsay after breakfast the following morning, pulling her aside and detaining her as the rest of the ladies promptly filed out of the dining room. "Hey," she simply returned. I quickly got the sense that after I informed her yesterday that I was giving her an additional $500,000 on top of everything else - but perhaps much more importantly, my reasoning as to why - Lindsay's mind was in a state of utter chaos and confusion right now. "Would you like to spend the afternoon with me in my private bedroom?" was my question for her. "I have something special planned for you - IF you are interested." "I ... I'd like that very much." I tilted my head and looked at her intently. Lindsay seemed sullen; the twinkle in her eyes, the zest I had become so fond of, was not there right now. "You okay?" "Yeah," she nodded. "I just ... I have a lot on my mind right now. It's ... it's going to be difficult to leave. But my family has a big celebration lined up for me tomorrow night. We are going out to the nicest restaurant in town. Until now, we ... we could never afford it." "Do you have something nice to wear for me?" was my next question, as I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. "Something you could wear to my suite this afternoon?" "What? Like lingerie?" "No," I told her. "Something nice. Like a dress, maybe?" "I bought a couple of dresses when you let us go on that shopping spree at the mall in Lima on Monday," she countered. "I guess I could wear one of them if you want me to?" "Please do," I said, kissing her hand yet again. "Meet me in my room at two o'clock. Today is your day." ------- By the time 1:00pm rolled around, my personal suite was prepared for what I had in mind for Lindsay later this afternoon. I hoped my effort would put a smile on her face. This was going to be our last day together, and I wanted it to be a memorable one for her. With any luck, it would be a day that she would never forget. At 1:50pm, I stationed myself just outside the closed door of my bedroom and leaned against the wall. Glancing down the long corridor but seeing not a soul in sight, I was simply going to stand here until my lovely guest decided to grace me with her presence. And two minutes later, boy, did she ever. Over the previous six weeks, I had grown accustomed to seeing all of the ladies in casual summer attire. Quite often underneath their t-shirts and shorts, the ladies would have a bikini on just in case the water beckoned them at any particular moment. I had been witness to them in just about every type of outfit that a trim-figured young woman would be wearing at your local beach. Swimwear and bikini tops, denim, cotton, lace, flip-flops, light summer dresses and sun hats ... it was the adopted style around here. So, imagine my shock - and even my wanderlust - once Lindsay appeared from around the corner at the end of the long corridor, and began making her way toward me, wearing a dress that seemed better suited for the red carpet at a Hollywood premiere. Indeed, Lindsay looked like a movie star herself. Or better yet, an angel sent from Heaven. The young woman looked purely elegant in a long, all-white backless evening gown. The gorgeous, body-hugging dress featured a crewneck with long skin-tight sleeves, perfect for the vixen's slim curves, along with structured shoulders and a semi-flared skirt that went all the way down to her ankles, and even a mini train lagging behind for good measure. Lindsay wore her blonde hair down, center-parted with smooth waves to the edges, a retro cat-eye with thick mascara. It was a rather virginal look that for many women would be difficult to pull off, but on 18-year-old Lindsay the youthful flare worked to perfection. But for as stunning as Lindsay appeared - and as much as I could openly gawk at her for hours on end - her own eyes were ablaze with desire as she glared back at me, as she slowly but surely closed the distance between us. "Oh my God..." Lindsay gushed, awestruck, once she reached me and placed both hands upon my chest. "You have a suit on!" Island Fever Ch. 41 Chapter 41: "Hospitality" ***** After a sudden (and unexpected) change of plans concerning our pending vacation and its itinerary, the date was Monday, July 22, 2013, and I found myself seated in the first-class cabin of an Air France luxury jetliner as it flew somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. To my immediate left was my beloved fiancee, Kristanna, who I would be marrying a little more than four weeks from now. Her head was comfortably resting upon my shoulder, her mouth slightly ajar, as she caught a much-needed snooze. In the two seats behind us, Devon and Amy were occupying themselves with idle chatter concerning places to go and see once we reached our ultimate destination. Leafing through a wide variety of travel guides, Devon and Amy took turns rattling off ideas on just which places interested them most. But the pair of individuals in the two seats directly across from Kristanna and yours truly - in the center aisle - had been commandeering the majority of my attention. Trish and Lindsay had been cuddling and whispering like kittens into each others' ears ever since the aircraft departed the Greater Cincinnati International Airport (in Covington, Kentucky) some four hours ago. They did not care what any of the other passengers throughout the first-class cabin, or the crew itself, thought of their continued display, either. Only halfway through our flight, I recently had to toss a heavy jacket over my lap to hide the bulging erection that was stationed within my trousers. Watching two beautiful blondes such as Trish and Lindsay endlessly coo and cavort with each other, with their innocent giggles and squealy banter mixed in, was somehow highly arousing to me. It even got to the point where I had a slip an arm underneath the jacket, and gently stroke myself. Every so often, Trish and Lindsay would turn and make eye contact with me, or Devon or Amy, or Kristanna before she fell asleep, and give friendly smiles. The two ladies snickered in unison just a few moments ago, once they realized that I was rubbing the bulge within my trousers, with the jacket over top of my lap, while continuing to gawk at them. Lindsay licked her lips at me and made a motion toward the nearby lavatory with her head, silently asking me if I wanted to step inside and join the mile-high club with her. It was tempting, indeed, but I was too modest of a man to go in there with her with so many others around. When I shook my head at her in response, Lindsay made a face and stuck her tongue out at me in defiance. But then she giggled again. It sure had been a whirlwind past seven days for me and my lovely entourage of women. Last Monday, Lindsay was set to return to her hometown of Cincinnati after six weeks on the private island that I owned in the South Pacific, and actually took off in the helicopter that would fly to her to the mainland. The pilot, Kevin, would then see to it that she make it safe and sound to the airport and board her airplane. But Lindsay had a change of heart shortly after departing the island, however, and demanded that Kevin immediately return her. She suddenly realized that her true home was with us (but even more importantly, with me). In a series of events that still seem like a blur to me, Lindsay came crashing through the front door of my estate once I thought she was forever gone and professed her undying love and devotion for me, claiming that she would sacrifice everything in her life to be with me. She wanted to expound on her relationship with Kristanna, Devon and Amy, and, best of all, Lindsay wanted to rekindle her romance with Trish. Everything happened so quickly! Originally, Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Amy and yours truly were going to depart the Jorge Chávez International Airport in Lima, Peru this past Thursday for a flight to Amsterdam in The Netherlands, where we would then board a connecter for our ultimate destination of Oslo, Norway. Once there, we would get a rental vehicle and drive out to Kristanna's family farm in Sandvika, which was 15 kilometers (9 miles) west of Oslo. Our plan was stay there until August 23, 2013, which was the date that Kristanna and I were to wed. But with Lindsay now back in the fold, it only seemed natural that we make a stop in Cincinnati and spend a couple of days there before embarking for Norway. Not only was it Lindsay's home and where her family was located, but Amy lived in the area too and I was actually born there. Thus, I had family in Cincinnati as well. The six of us would spend the overwhelming bulk of our vacation in Norway because it was for Kristanna and she had been looking to it for weeks. But we all agreed to spend four nights in Cincinnati beforehand. After touching down there on Thursday evening, we were whisked across town via limousine to The Westin, which was Cincinnati's most luxurious downtown hotel. Cincinnati is a sleepy city and unless there is a sporting event happening there at night, it is usually often deserted. Because of this, it was my kind of town. I arranged for a rental car, then Lindsay and I ventured some 20 miles north to the house where she lived with her mother and three sisters. None of them had any clue that we were here now; Lindsay spoke to each member of her family on Monday over the telephone, and told them through gobs of tears that she had decided to stay on the island and start a life with me. Tonight was going to be a surprise for them. (And let it be noted - Lindsay removed the red streaks from her otherwise blonde hair on Wednesday evening. Her mother, she claimed, would never approve of them). "But I'm getting new ones put in when we go to Norway!" I stood idly by and took in the joyous screams and happy hugs that encompassed Lindsay's initial reunion with her family. The three sisters - Jennifer (age 23), Gina (20) and Alison (16) looked very similar to Lindsay in style and appearance (although I felt Lindsay was more attractive than all of them combined). When I first saw the mother, Leslie, I knew she was where Lindsay got her beauty from. "Meet Jeremy; HE'S MY FIANCE!" was how Lindsay formally introduced me to Leslie and her sisters. "Jeremy and I are getting married!" Of course, with the financial aid and generosity I had provided this family over the past several weeks, albeit from thousands of miles away, they were quick to invite me into their home and make me feel most welcome. "Someone wants to meet you!" Lindsay said to me, her voice full of excitement, when she brought Jennifer's precious 12-month old daughter, Katherine, over to me on the sofa. "Would you like to hold her, Jeremy?" When I cradled the infant in my arms, I felt a certain sense of peace wash over me all at once. One day, I wanted this. One day, I was going to be a father. "Are you and Jeremy going to be busy making babies of your own sometime soon in the future?" Jennifer asked. "You know we will!" Lindsay squealed in response, my eyes now looming and about to burst due to her bold proclamation. The following day, I went with Lindsay and her family to the Cincinnati Museum of Natural History located downtown. Neither of us had breathed a word yet about Kristanna, Devon, Trish or Amy; not only did Lindsay want to keep her bisexual tendencies a secret from her family, but she certainly did not want them to know that we were actually part of a relationship with a grand total of six people in it. After returning to the family home for a scrumptious dinner and party afterward, I got to sleep on the living room sofa for the second night in a row. I made a mental night to buy them a new sofa as well. This one they had was old, and it was an absolute killer on my back. In the morning - on Saturday - I told the family that I had some business to tend to, and I was going to leave Lindsay here until picking her up on Sunday evening. On Monday, we told them, she and I were going on a flight to Norway. "Why would you POSSIBLY want to go to Norway?" was Gina's question. She seemed dumbfounded at the mere idea. "Because Jeremy has a wedding to attend there!" "It's not his own ... is it?" Alison asked, her eyes wide. "Don't be silly!" Lindsay shot back at her little sister. In reality, the only business I had to tend to was the other four ladies I had left behind at the hotel two nights ago. My plan was to leave Lindsay here and let her spend the weekend with her family, while I returned to the hotel and snatched Kristanna, and took her to see my own family. But my oldest brother, Dan, and my sister, Di, had already met Kristanna in the past when they came to visit the island. The gathering place today was Di's house; both respective families were there to greet us. My mom was there for the proceedings as well; it had been a long time since I had seen her, and it was a happy reunion. After four years of courtship, I told everyone, Kristanna and I were officially engaged and would wed next month in Norway. I already had travel packages ready for anyone who wanted to attend, although I am certain the overseas flight seemed quite daunting to my own young nephews and nieces. Dan was not in the best of health, and I feared he may decline the long trip. But I told everyone that all of their expenses would be paid for and taken care of. Although I was not on the greatest of terms with my brother and sister, I asked them both to make the trip and stressed how important it was for them to be there on my momentous day. I already knew my mother would not miss it for anything. I also wanted my oldest niece, Chelsea (who had always been very special to me) to go, as well as two aunts of mine from North Carolina, Cecilia and Joyce (both of whom were not present). Of course, my father, who lived in California, was a given. "All of yew vill enyoy Norvay so very much, ya," Kristanna suddenly chimed in, breaking out that wacky accent of hers which I thought had been forever put to rest. I glared at her as she continued in (mock) broken English, "It be a beautiful country vid good people, and da vedding vill be even more beautiful!" She then finished in her own native language, cooing, "Jeg elsker Jeremy så mye!" Kristanna looked back at me and offered a shrug of the shoulders. I quickly remembered that she had used that accent in the past while Dan and Di had been visiting me on the island. Perhaps that was why she decided to use it now - so the drastic change in her voice would not confuse them? What about at the wedding, though? Surely, Kristanna could not use that accent in front of all of her friends and family... Over the course of the next ten hours, Kristanna's quirky attitude (not to mention that accent) took center stage and became the focal point of my family reunion. I got to sit back and listen to Kristanna tell my family many of her wild stories and shenanigans which had made me laugh so many times over the years. Oftentimes, she exaggerated the accent so much that it was difficult for some in my family to even understand what she was saying. Still, Kristanna was the life of the party and continually had everyone in stitches. In the end, the ones who I wanted to attend our wedding - my closest and most dear family members - all agreed to take the 4,100 mile flight across the Atlantic. The only two exceptions were my two aunts from North Carolina, but I knew that all it would take to get them to go would be a simple telephone call. Cecilia and Joyce treated me like a son. "I have a good mind to take you back to the hotel, put you over my knee, and give your ass a beating," I informed Kristanna (in a playful way, of course), as she and I got into the rental car that evening outside my sister's house. "I would like to see you try!" she giggled back at me, obviously knowing that I was referring to her all-day use of that wild and zany accent. Two things I should point out, a) I was not yet at the point where I wanted to tell my family the true extent of my relationship (although my father actually knew about all of the girls and was fine with it) and b) I was unable to contact my estranged brother, Steve, who lived deep in the back-woods of Kentucky and was used to brushes with the law. Some how, some way, I wanted him to make it to Norway, too. It did not matter that he was the black sheep of the family. Steve was my brother, and I had to find a way to get in touch with him, and convince him to come to Norway. Once arriving back at the hotel on Saturday night, I made love to Kristanna with reckless abandon as Devon, Trish and Amy sat by and watched, and encouraged us on. Soon, they got into the action as well, and it became a frenzied five-some. I fell asleep that evening with a big smile... Sunday was my turn to take Amy out and gallivant in front of her mother and father, who lived a mere 20 minutes from Lindsay's house, that I was her fiance. The tone with Amy's parents, however, was quite different than what I had experienced the previous three days. Amy's parents - Robert and Kathleen - were very reserved and not that talkative, and did not seem too interested in hearing Amy's portrayal of her six weeks on the island. "I met Jeremy, who was vacationing there at the resort as well, and we instantly fell in love and have been inseparable since." Originally, I wanted to spend the entire day with Amy's parents and get to know them, but we mutually agreed to part ways in mid-afternoon. I was just not getting a good vibe from them. Amy was quite upset, naturally, claiming her parents were generally insensitive toward everyone. "That's just how they are," she fretted. "They even treat me that way most of the time, and I am their only child. This was the first time they saw in me six weeks, and they did not even seem to care! Nor did they seem to care when I said that I finally found a man - you - who actually makes me feel warm and special inside!" Meeting Robert and Kathleen, however, gave me an additional insight into Amy's mental disorder and her overall lack of social skills. Her mother and father, it seemed, sure did not provide her with a lot of love and support over the years. It obviously hurt Amy very much, and stunted her in many ways. After dropping Amy off at the hotel, I drove back in the very same direction and picked Lindsay up at her family's house. Lindsay could not tell them when she would return for another visit ("Jeremy is a busy man who travels the world over for meetings quite often!"), but hoped it would be soon. Then it was back to the hotel for us and, for the first time since our initial arrival on Thursday evening, I was reunited with all five of my lovely ladies. What this meant, of course, was that this was Trish's first time seeing Lindsay in approximately 72 hours. As a result, Trish had a lot of pent-up sexual desire for Lindsay inside of her, and promptly took her to one of the little side rooms in our hotel suite and closed the door behind them. Within moments, there were cries of lust and passion from both ladies reverberating throughout the walls. "I'm so glad those two are back together!" Devon swooned. On Monday, our airline flight from Cincinnati to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France, was not scheduled to depart until 4:05pm. This allowed me to take all of the girls out in the morning and early afternoon. The highlight was a trip to the Newport Aquarium. I had fun teasing Lindsay at the shark exhibit, telling her that one of them was going to bust through the glass and have her for dinner. She did not seem to appreciate my playful banter, though. I recently learned that Lindsay had a certain phobia when it came to sharks. She was afraid to go out into the ocean - even a tiny bit - unless I was there to protect her. Back in the present time - aboard the Air France jetliner as it flew across the Atlantic - more giggles from Trish and Lindsay brought me out of a momentary sleep. I glanced over at Kristanna, who was still snoozing to my left, then focused on Trish and Lindsay in the adjacent center section to the right. They now had a blanket over them, and were giggling and carrying on as if they were headed to their honeymoon. The thought then occurred to me that with everything Trish had been through with Lindsay, this probably did feel like a honeymoon to her. I had never seen Trish any happier than she was during these past seven days. Lindsay seemed happy and relieved, too. She really enjoyed being with Trish. Of course, my cock was still hard, and I gently stroked it underneath the jacket I had earlier placed across my lap. My mind began to drift, and I envisioned what it would be like if Trish and Lindsay decided to throw caution to the wind, and make love together right here on the airplane. In my mind's eye, I saw Lindsay climb on top of Trish's lap and straddle her, as the Canadian dutifully helped her out of her silky blouse and bra. As the other passengers looked on in sheer awe and lust, the two ladies would kiss passionately, before Lindsay stepped out to the aisle and slinked her little skirt downward, only to then bend over the seat and allow Trish to sample her goodness from behind. Perhaps I could stand up as well, then plug her little mouth full with this aching erection within my trousers. My eyes closed, the fantasy started to become even more vivid and exciting, but I was quickly jarred back to reality when I sensed a delicate female's hand upon my crotch. It took the place of my own hand, and began to frig away. Startled, I turned toward Kristanna and realized that she was staring right back at me with a bright, vibrant smile. I glanced downward, then gulped my throat. Her forearm was hidden underneath the jacket as well, but one could easily tell that it was moving up-and-down at a torrid, brisk pace. "Why whack yourself off when you can have someone else do it for you? Namely ... me?" She even unzipped my pants and fished my cock out, and then stroked it faster. Across the way, Trish and Lindsay were now looking at us, but their eyes were cast downward and focused upon my lap. Each of them clearly knew that Kristanna was taking care of me right now. They giggled yet again, then Trish whispered sweet nothings into Lindsay's ear. The young vixen responded by fixating her eyes upon mine, only to bring a finger to her open, sweet mouth, and point at it. "When you make him cum and it gets over your hand," I heard Devon tell Kristanna from behind us, "save some for me, baby." "You know I will," Kristanna promised her. "Cocktails, anyone?" the airline stewardess announced to the first-class passengers, with a beverage cart in tow. "Oh, I'd love a cocktail right about now," Amy told her. "Give me the hardest and wettest one you got..." (!!) - "Look at her!" Trish exclaimed, motioning toward Kristanna, as my bride-to-be was driving the rental car with the rest of our little group packed into the vehicle as well. "She is like a kid in a candy store!" Trish added. "She can't wait!" Kristanna bit her lower lip and announced to us, "My family farm is just up over this next hill..." For the rest of my life, I will never forget the look of absolute joy which flashed across Kristanna's face once the farm that she grew up on - in Sandvika, Norway - finally came into view. Not only did she have to deal with the emotion of returning home after six-plus weeks of being gone, but Kristanna had an entire entourage with her - us. But most of all, I truly believe, what got Kristanna more than anything else was the simple fact that I was here. For the past four years, Kristanna had tried in vain to get me to move to Norway with her. At the very least, she wanted me to come for a visit. But I was quite stubborn and, looking at and viewing her as a friend instead of a soul-mate and lover in those earlier days, I saw no real reason to go to Norway. If I could go back in time and do it all over again, though, I would have agreed to come here for a visit - even while we were still just friends. Considering how many 7,000 mile trips she had made in her life to spend time with me on the island, it was the least I could have done for her. Island Fever Ch. 41 My intuition was confirmed when Kristanna first surveyed her family farm, then glanced over at me for the briefest of instants. A single tear streaked down her face, but she quickly turned away and hid it from me, and concentrated on maneuvering the vehicle into the long driveway and finding a suitable place to park. "How many times have you asked me to visit here?" was my soft, gentle whisper. "I should have come here long ago." I reached out and grasped her hand, saying, "I'm sorry..." "WOW! Look at this place!" Devon squealed once she got out of the car. She spread her arms outward and spun about in a circle, gushing, "Smell that air!" Amy took her cellular telephone out and began snapping photographs of the lush surroundings. When Trish and Lindsay stepped out of the vehicle, they glanced around in every direction and took in the wondrous scenery. This was a huge, sprawling farm - much bigger than I ever imagined it to be. There was a white, three-story house tucked in the corner, with a small barn beside it and an even bigger one further down the road. I saw several other smaller buildings, one of which, I assumed, was the ice cream parlor/bakery where Kristanna worked at whenever she was home. Kristanna once explained that the farm attracted many visitors on a daily basis - customers looking for fresh produce, mostly - and the ice cream parlor (with a bakery included) was a little side venture that made a fair amount of profit for the family. There was a massive expanse of green field beyond the initial structures, with a large, sprawling lake situated in the very middle of it. I also saw a fenced-in area with separate areas for sheep, goats and cows. I noticed a green-house in the distance, and a lone tractor mowing the grass on the opposite side of the lake. "Is that your father?" Lindsay asked, curious. "No ... can't be," Kristanna answered, shielding her eyes and glancing way out yonder. "It's one of the hired help." As I looked at my fiancee, I began to feel a bit emotional myself. Kristanna had made so many sacrifices for me over the years. She was incredibly close with her family - the same way Lindsay was with hers - and even went so far as to say that her mother and father were her best friends in life. Yet, how many times had Kristanna left them behind - not to mention this beautiful farm - so she could spend a couple of weeks with me here-and-there on the island to brighten my life? Kristanna did not enjoy those 7,000 mile flights (that is one-way, by the way, and not round trip), but she was willing to put up with them in order to spend time with me. A few weeks ago, Kristanna and I estimated that over the previous four years, she had come to visit me 43 times. How could I have refused to take her up on her offer, and not spend a vacation (or 20) in Norway? I felt awful... Oblivious to my thoughts and emotions for the time being, Kristanna knelt downward and whiffed a flower that was sprawling up near the driveway. She took an extra deep breath, letting the flower's aroma fill and flood her senses. "Gud, Jeg elsker dette stedet..." "What did you say?" Lindsay asked her. "Doesn't matter what I said," Kristanna countered, rising to her feet and eyeing the white, three-story home before us. "I'm just happy to be back here." With that, Kristanna began running toward her house. "Momma! Papa!" she called out at the top of her lungs. "Momma, Papa, I'm home!" "Krissy said... God, I love this place," Devon mused. "How do you know?" Lindsay inquired, curious. "She's been teaching me Norwegian for a month now." "KRISTANNA!" "That must be her mom!" Lindsay squealed, as an older woman came rushing out of the house and wildly threw her arms around Kristanna. Indeed, I recognized the woman from the time we met four years ago in Peru. It was Rande, Kristanna's 61-year-old mother who, as I remembered, had just as much zest and energy as her daughter did. "Papa!" Kristanna cried, throwing her arms around her father as he too, emerged from the family home. Kristof, at the age of 71, was still going strong. Listening to Kristanna, Kristof was a driven, hard-working man who had never taken the easy route in his life. "Let's go meet them!" Devon insisted, motioning for the rest of us to follow her in tow. "WHAT is that goat eating?" Lindsay asked, motioning toward one of the animals grazing in the pasture, as we allowed Devon to lead us to the house. "He's eating hay and alfalfa," I informed her. "It doesn't look very appetizing," Lindsay grunted. "I'd hope it wouldn't for you!" Amy laughed at her. "Momma, Papa ... these are all of my friends that I told you about!" Kristanna said to her parents as we made our way up to them. She turned toward us and explained, "Now I have no secrets with Momma or Papa, so they know all about us and the true extent of our relationship." "If being with all of you makes my baby daughter happy, then it makes ME happy," Rande announced to us. "This is Jeremy, but you already know him from before..." "It's about time you came here for a visit!" Kristof blurted out angrily, before flashing a smile and patting me on the shoulder. "Four years ago, when I met you, I somehow knew that one day, you would marry my daughter." "This beautiful little angel here is Devon - Devvy - but she is known to most across the world as Miss America." "I am NOT Miss America, Krissy!" Devon squealed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... I meant Miss Universe!" "Krissy!" "I have heard so much about you," Rande said to Devon, even giving her a hug. "Kristanna really cares about you. She hopes to marry you one day, too." Devon blushed at those words, and even trailed the end of her foot along the ground in response. "Here, we have Amy. Amy and Jeremy have a very special relationship. He has been helping her through a couple of health issues, and she is a million times better off with him to guide and protect her on the path to wellness. They love each other very much ... and I love Amy, too!" "And over here ... Trish and Lindsay. Trish is a wonderful girl, and probably the sweetest and most kind-hearted person you could ever possibly meet. And Lindsay is the love of her life. They go together like bread and butter." "Hi," Lindsay shyly murmured, her face flushed red with absolute embarrassment. "You're the modest one!" Rande chuckled at Lindsay. "You have no reason to be modest or apprehensive around us, sweetie. We love our daughter, and trust the decisions that she makes. If Kristanna has accepted you into her life, we will do the same. You're all family to us now." "Wow!" Devon gushed, offering Rande another friendly hug. "I wish I had parents like the two of you!" "No wonder Kristanna can't stop talking about you," Amy offered. "All we hear is awesome her parents are." "Lindsay is actually NOT modest once you get to know her," Kristanna offered. "She is really quite naughty." "KRISSY!" Lindsay huffed, even more embarrassed now. "Where is Tanya?" Kristanna asked, referring to her big (38-year-old) sister. "Tanya is in Denmark on business," Rande answered, which caused Kristanna to sag her shoulders. "The trip could not be re-scheduled. Tanya would have been here to see you this past Friday, if you made it here when you were originally supposed to. But Tanya will be back in a few days." "We had three different sets of families to visit in Ohio," Kristanna chirped. "Jeremy's, Lindsay's and Amy's. So we stayed there from Thursday night 'til Monday afternoon. It wouldn't have been right if we didn't go there first." "It's okay," Rande assured her. "You are all here now, and that is all that truly matters. My daughter is home!" "I WANT to sit down with you and Papa, and catch up on everything," Kristanna told her mother, before reaching out and grabbing me by the wrist. "But there is something I must do with Jeremy first. If Jeremy ever came to our farm, I vowed to myself long ago, I had to take him somewhere and do something with him as soon as humanly possible." "I think I know exactly where you mean," Rande laughed. "Where are you taking me?" I asked Kristanna, as she guided me away from the rest of the gathered group. It seemed as if we were going straight for the big barn. "The loft in the barn," the young woman answered, and my eyes immediately went wide. I knew what she wanted there. I had heard so many stories about the loft - the upper level - of her family barn. Kristanna had taken both boyfriends and girlfriends there several times in the past. Having sex there, it seemed, validated many of her prior relationships. "You and I, dear Jeremy, are going to have a roll in the hay." - Several hours later, Rande served up a marvelous dinner which consisted of marinated trout, hasselbackpoteter (potatoes) and jarlsbergfylt paprika (peppers with ground beef). For dessert, we ate lingonberry cake. Tomorrow, Rande said, we would have smoked salmon quiche for dinner. Apparently, this family was big on eating seafood. With a six hour difference in time from the island (it was 7:05pm in Norway, yet 1:05pm back home), not to mention all those airline miles spread across two exhaustive days, myself and several of the other ladies were out of sync. We were suffering from extreme jet-lag and just wanted to lay down and rest, and hopefully get some much-needed sleep. Like the gracious hosts that they were, Kristanna's parents said that the six of us could have the first floor (the basement converted into a luxurious living room) of their home all to ourselves for however long we wished to stay. Rande also promised us complete and total privacy down there, explaining that there were four separate beds and even going so far as to tell us, "One of them will comfortably fit all six of you at once ... if you like." "Krissy's parents are like, the two coolest people I have ever met!" Amy beamed. Kristanna and Devon decided to stay upstairs and continue talking with Rande and Kristof, but Trish, Lindsay and Amy opted to retire to the lower level for some rest. I was so incredibly tired that once I climbed into bed, I simply lay on my stomach and did not move. One by one, the three ladies eventually joined me. Amy snuggled up close and purred in delight, while Lindsay actually opted to use my backside as a pillow. When Trish got on top of her, they began another of their famous kissing contests. But I was too tired to really pay them any proper attention (even though I desperately wanted to). Suddenly, I was out like a light. ***End of Chapter 41*** PLEASE NOTE: Only one more chapter to go before the story is over! Island Fever Ch. 42 Chapter 42: "Nuptials" ***** A romantic affair... Something special is in the air! Kindly save the date for a seaside wedding extravaganza uniting Kristanna Sommer [Last Name] and Jeremy Michael [Last Name] on Friday, the twenty-third of August Two thousand thirteen At eight o'clock in the evening Seljesanden Beach Selje, Norway - As I stood near the main podium erected for Kristanna and yours truly just moments before our wedding ceremony was to commence here on Seljesanden Beach in Selje, Norway, I had to take in a deep breath and gaze at the surroundings around me one final time. A tremendous amount of time, effort and money had been invested into making certain that our seaside wedding would go off without a hitch. So far, so good... With the beach drenched in twilight as the sun made its slow descent into the distant horizon, offering an orange and pink landscape, a collection of miniature lounge chairs, three huge sand castles and the main podium itself were all decorated with floating candles encased in glass globes. Soft hued lighting, its color yellow, was provided from a series of special lamps above and created quite the warm, romantic feel. White twinkle lights were strung through a couple of nearby trees, as well as along the aisles. The main aisle, which Kristanna would soon walk down (I could not wait!), was also bordered with large seashells and flower vases. There were even pails filled with sand scattered throughout the makeshift cathedral, with everything from flowers, pebbles, starfish designs and novelty items in them. In fact, there were flowers everywhere. Their colors made a nice contrast against the tawny sand. There were also a series of tiki huts erected in several locations, just in case the weather was to turn frightful. But the forecast called for a cloudless evening with little wind - and fortunately, that was what we had tonight. Still, since our wedding was to take place outdoors, Kristanna and I had to have a bad weather backup plan just in case. That was where the tiki huts would have come into play. With wooden flooring underneath them, there were plenty of adirondack and beach chairs for our guests to relax in while the ceremony was taking place. Each row was tied together with fish netting on the back of the chairs. With the sound of the incoming tide as a constant backdrop, as well as the possibility of passing airplanes and boats, seagulls and the whining of upset children, the minister had a microphone set up so everyone in attendance could easily hear his service and our exchange of wedding vows. Adding to our seaside theme were the trio of bridesmaids - Trish, Lindsay and Amy - as well as the lovely Maid of Honor, Devon. All four of them were lavishly dressed in expensive bridesmaids' gowns, their color a mandarin orange (which created a nice pop against the sandy backdrop), with crystal decorations to resemble sunlight flashing upon the water. The flower girl, Tekla (one of Kristanna's cousins), was even wearing a little mermaid costume. The groomsmen were all relatives of mine - my two brothers (Dan and Steve) and my oldest nephew, Tommy (who was a proud U.S. Navy SEAL). Choosing the best man was really simple - it was my father, who was here all the way from California. These four gentlemen wore white tuxedos and striking orange ties, which matched the color of the bridesmaids' gowns. I had some serious doubt as to whether or not I could convince Steve, who was the black sheep of the family with a long history of drug abuse, arrests and other legal issues, to make the long trek from Kentucky to Norway. It even took me a full week just to get into contact with him. In the end, I was able to convince Steve to attend the ceremony. I did not care about the mistakes Steve had made in his past, or even those he would most likely make in the future. Steve was my brother, I loved him, and I was so happy he could be here today for my wedding. Patiently waiting for Kristanna to make her grand entrance (or better yet, I was at least trying to), I glanced at the other four ladies who now played such a vital role in my everyday life, and found my soul filling with love and pure admiration. Devon was such a sweetheart. Trish was so kind and loving. Lindsay, of course, was my little baby. It was Amy, though, that I found myself focusing on the most right now. She looked so incredibly beautiful in her lush, silky gown. Words could never do her justice. Unlike the others, Amy wore a tiger lily bridal pin in her hair. The coral white flower, made of the finest silk, sparkled underneath the natural and soft hue lighting. Her red hair, which was done up in classy, stylish braids, was accentuated even more with an expensive tiara headdress. With Amy's orange gown being of the off-the-shoulder variety, I continued to relish in her astonishing beauty. When she finally realized that I was openly staring at her, Amy gave me a sweet and friendly smile. "You look breathtaking," I silently mouthed at her. "So do you," Amy whispered back, her green eyes roaming my body from head to toe as I wore a sharp, black tuxedo. If I was going to be a groom, I had to look the part! Fortunately, Lindsay was the only person who caught wind of our little discussion. Only four guests in attendance (Kristanna's mother and father, her sister, and my very own father), were aware that Amy - as well as Devon, Trish and Lindsay - all strived to be equal partners with Kristanna in her upcoming marriage with me. Obviously, we wanted things to stay that way - at least for the time being. Thus, Lindsay giggled and gave Amy a little bump on the side, hoping that she would stop glaring at me. Lindsay then offered a most incessant look, silently pleading with me to stop gawking at Amy. Still laughing, Lindsay then split glances between both of us and shook her head in playful disgust. It appeared as if she had given up. Amy was so pleasing for me to look at that there were not too many things which could tear my gaze away from her at moment in time. In fact, there was only one thing in the whole, wide world which could cause me to look elsewhere. Fortunately for Lindsay, that one thing occurred. Here Comes The Bride The very first note of that song, played by a professional organist, made my head snap around and my eyes focus strictly on the tent which Kristanna was to emerge from. As per the age-old superstition, Kristanna and I had yet to see each other at all today. That was extremely difficult - having to stay away from Kristanna for nearly 24 hours as the biggest moment of our lives loomed. Thus, I had no idea what she looked like in her bridal dress. In fact, I had yet to see the dress itself. Obviously, I was quite anxious! The thought quickly crossed my mind that even the most plain and ordinary woman will look absolutely luscious and radiant when it is her wedding day. But what about a woman who is already downright captivating, such as Kristanna? My pulse quickened as I (im)patiently waited for my wondrous bride-to-be to appear from the tent and make her way down the main aisle bordered with white twinkle lights, seashells and flowers. I could not wait to see her! When I got my first glimpse of Kristanna, I nearly fainted. I was expecting her to look magnificent, but even I was blown away when she appeared from the tent and made that slow but steady walk down the aisle. For lack of a better term, Kristanna looked perfect. Absolutely, positively perfect. Kristanna seemed to be beaming with an unmistakable glow in her bridal gown, its color white, which was made of pure silk and lace. Yet another off-the-shoulder design, the wedding dress highlighted her athletic curves and included a mermaid-style skirt which flared outward at her knees and formed a long train in back. In keeping with the overall theme of our ceremony, I noticed some seashell designs in various locations upon the gown. Kristanna's long-flowing blonde hair had been pinned-up by a world-renowned stylist, and featured a string of expensive pearls woven into it and even a few starfish designs mixed in. She also wore a headdress made out of pure gold. What a sight! Kristanna's proud, genuine smile lit-up the entire beach once she caught her initial glance of me in my black tuxedo. Our eyes stayed locked together as her father escorted her to the podium. Dear God ... Kristanna looked marvelous! "What have you done with my fiancee?" I asked her in a quiet tone once she stepped up and joined me on the podium. Having caught onto my joke, Kristanna offered me another dazzling smile. "You look FANTASTIC!" I added, whispering. "Krissy!" came a hushed, yet familiar voice from behind us. Kristanna flashed Devon a friendly wave and quick smile, acknowledging her presence, but soon re-focused all of her attention upon me. I did not know if it was considered proper wedding etiquette or not, but I could not help myself as I brought Kristanna's hand to my lips and gently kissed it. Could I have just frozen time right then and there, so this moment could last forever? Trish stepped forward and whispered a few words into Kristanna's left ear. Although I could not hear what was said, I figured it was a compliment on her appearance. Had there ever been a more beautiful and ravishing bride than Kristanna? At least in my opinion, there was no way. I got the impression that Devon and Trish felt the same, exact way. Kristanna looked like a mythical goddess now more than ever before. I could not believe how sensational she was... Once everyone seemed to get settled in, it was time for the minister to start the proceedings. I would absolutely love to recount every word that was said, but instead will go with just the highlights of our ceremony: - "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight in the grace of God to celebrate one of the happiest moments in the lives of Kristanna Sommer [Last Name] and Jeremy Michael [Last Name], for on this day they will affirm before witnesses of Heaven and Earth that they believe God Himself has purposed that they should share life in the holy bonds of matrimony." "Kristanna and Jeremy, please remember anything beautiful that you have, came from God. In the beginning, God gave us our free will and our identity to walk this Earth. Don't ever try to change each other, because if you do, you will lose exactly what you fell in love with. So, each day try to find one more thing that is beautiful in your mate and each day know that the next day will be more beautiful than the one before it. As long as you are doing this, you are seeking beauty, joy and love in each other." "The heart of marriage is the taking of another person in that person's entirety, with the good times and the bad times, the sad moments, the happy ones and the taking of that person as a friend and companion for all of eternity. It is not something that just happens; a good marriage is created over time and, even more importantly, maintained. In a good marriage, the little things are the big things. Do not take one another for granted. Do things for one another, not with the attitude that it is a duty or sacrifice, but in the true spirit of joy and giving. Develop the ability to forgive and forget. Create an atmosphere where each of you can grow." "The essence of marriage is love, and love is one of the greatest experiences that we as human beings can experience and share. Love adds meaning and purpose to our lives. One of the greatest things that we can do during our existence is to love another person as a husband and wife love each other." "Marriage symbolizes the sharing of two lives. Yet this closeness will not diminish the character or being of either individual partner. As your marriage continues to grow, your understanding of each other will continue to expand." "Time and togetherness will gain for both of you a deep and vast knowledge of each other. This marriage ceremony signifies the beginning of a lifetime of wonderful human experiences to be shared as a husband and wife." "Kristanna and Jeremy, have you both come here freely tonight, without reservation, to join yourselves in wedlock?" "We have." "Should there be anyone who has any reason why this couple should not be forever united together in marriage, they must speak now or forever hold their peace." Total silence... "Who is it that brings this woman to this man?" Kristanna's beloved father, Kristof (her absolute hero in life), answered, "I do, on behalf of her family and friends." He offered me his daughter's hand, and I graciously accepted. Then, Kristof took his seat in the front row of the audience. "Before we commence with the exchange of vows and rings, I understand that Jeremy would like to share a few words detailing his love and admiration for Kristanna with everyone in attendance. Jeremy, I am going to give you the microphone now and allow you to say what is in your heart." Surprised and maybe even shocked, Kristanna turned and looked up at me with wide eyes. This was not part of the script. It had not been part of the rehearsal, either. Yet, I had went to the officiant earlier today and informed him that I wanted to speak and share a few feelings with our guests before Kristanna and I were officially married. I wanted to do it right in the middle of the ceremony. I asked him not to tell anyone about it, either. "Thank you, reverend," I said, taking the microphone from him so everyone would be sure to hear me. Dumbfounded, Kristanna continued to glare at me. Of all people, she knew that I was not the public speaker type. But, I wanted to do this. I had been working on a little poem for Kristanna - in private - for the past six weeks. Even though it was a bit long, I had memorized every word. I did not think it would be right of me to read the poem from a piece of paper. With my entire body breaking out in goosebumps, I brought the microphone closer to my lips and smiled. I may not be the public speaker type, indeed, but this was for Kristanna. As long as it was for Kristanna, I would easily get over whatever phobia I had as hundreds of people looked directly at me and waited for me to address them. I would do anything to make Kristanna smile. What I was about to say, though, would most assuredly make her cry. "Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please? Every now and then in life, there's an opportunity you must seize." "Because days, weeks, months happen, and the years, they go by so fast, and words that should get said, don't - and if they do, they never last." "So I would like to change all of that, and stop the proceedings right there, because I have a few words to say, and a few feelings I'd like to share." "You see, the woman standing next to me, she fills my heart with bursting pride, and I feel like the luckiest man on earth, because she has agreed to be my bride." "And the things that I love about her, are too many to individually name, but I'll try to list just a couple, if it's okay with you, all the same." "You see, I was attracted to Kristanna from the very start, and I must admit that our initial friendship was great fun, eventually she shared her true feelings; she wanted more, and I jumped at the chance - to be with my chosen one." "My heart races in Kristanna's presence, God, never before have I felt so alive, and once our romantic evenings became a regular thing, I just couldn't wait for the next one to arrive." "Kristanna brings me closer to God, and now I know the meaning of Divine, and I know that I've been blessed by Him, because I'm just so lucky that she's mine." "And even when Kristanna knows that I'm wrong, she magically makes me feel as if I'm right, she is my inspiration, my sunshine, she always makes mornings out of the darkest night." "Kristanna has a wonderful love for animals, and she brightens up my life with just a smile, and I think she lit up this whole beach, when she gracefully walked down the aisle." "I have surely been blessed from up above, there is at least a billion men who'd like to be in my shoes, and yet, I still find it hard to believe, that it was me that Kristanna chose to choose." "Kristanna, you were there for me when I needed you most, and four years later, you're still filling my life with joy, you've made me look into the ocean within, when I've been drowning, you've been my buoy." "You've unfalteringly supported me, you've allowed me to shed the scales of my past, and now, I'm no longer a fish out of water, I'm learning to swim again - and fast." "Kristanna, you are truly my angel from God, you must have been born in the Heavens above, and I'd like to thank The Lord for lending you, but most of all, I'd like to thank you for your love." "In closing, I want you to know how special you are to me. That is what these words are really for, Kristanna, I love you so much, and I pledge to you that love today, now and forever more." - It should not come as any great surprise that my heartfelt poem had brought Kristanna to tears. She covered her face with both hands about halfway through the ardent speech and tried in vain to get herself under control as quickly as possible. But as I voiced each of the later stanzas, there were sudden, raw sounds from Kristanna in response - a sharp squeal, a shrill cry, an audible gasp. This was the type of reaction I had been hoping for. It was music to my ears. Even Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy found themselves in temporary shambles. Not only did my speech blindside them as well - again, I was not the type to get in front of a group and address them - but none of the ladies knew that I had a gift of poetry. And even though my emotions went so much deeper than what the poem indicated, I could not sum up my feelings for Kristanna any better than with those words. That was the absolute best I could do in the written form. "It's alright," I mouthed in a silent tone, not wanting the microphone to pick up my words, as I cupped Kristanna's chin with my hand and gently held it. Although her brief fit of crying was over, there was a single tear still upon her lovely face. I wiped it away, not wanting her mascara to be ruined. "Th-thank you," Kristanna stammered in response, her own voice cracking. By now, the minister had taken the microphone back. "Oh G-God ... th-that was b-beautiful." "I meant every word," I whispered to her. "Every word." The esteemed minister soon requested of us, "Please face each other and again hold hands as we celebrate the love that both of you have for each other. Before family and friends, you shall give social recognition of your intention to permanently accept the other by reciting the marriage vows." "Jeremy, do you take Kristanna to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you be faithful to her in tender love and honor, offering encouragement and companionship, and will you live with her and cherish her, as love and respect will lead you in the bond of marriage?" "I do." "Kristanna, do you take Jeremy to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you be faithful to him in tender love and honor, offering encouragement and companionship, and will you live with him and cherish him, as love and respect will lead you in the bond of marriage?" "I do." "I Jeremy, take you Kristanna - to be my wedded wife - to have and to hold - from this day forward - for better, for worse - for richer, for poorer - in sickness and in health - to love and to cherish - now and forever." "I Kristanna, take thee, Jeremy, to be my wedded husband - to have and to hold - from this day forward - for better, for worse - for richer, for poorer - in sickness and in health - to love and to cherish - 'til death do us part - and thereto I pledge thee my faith." "The wedding ring is the outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual bond which unites two loyal hearts in endless love. May God bless these rings so that they may serve as both a sign of your love and faithfulness, and as a reminder of the covenants you have made today." Island Fever Ch. 42 "Kristanna, I give you this ring in token and pledge - as a symbol of all that we share - with my constant faith and abiding love." "Jeremy, I give you this ring in token and pledge - of my constant faith and abiding love - with all that I am - and all that I will become." "These two lives are now joined in one unbroken circle. Wherever they go, may they always return to one another in their togetherness. May these two find in each other, the love for which all men and women long. May they grow in understanding and in compassion. May the home that they establish be such a place of sanctuary that man will find there a friend. And may these two rings symbolize the spirit of undying love in the hearts of both of them. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Before I was about to give Kristanna that fabled kiss, I was momentarily stunned. Her entire body was glowing with an obvious mixture of happiness and devotion. Her smile, in fact, was brighter than I had ever seen it before. Kristanna was so happy that she was about to break down and cry! "I love you, Jeremy!" Kristanna silently mouthed, before I grinned in response and offered her a gentle, romantic kiss. It was the one kiss I had been waiting my entire life for. "I love you too, my darling wife," I whispered, smiling, while clutching her hand just a bit tighter. KRISTANNA AND I ARE NOW OFFICIALLY MARRIED! YES! - Once the memorable ceremony ended, guests were escorted to the parking lot of the beach for the grand exit. Greeted by our wedding party, friends and family in a tunnel-like formation, my wife and I walked through an arc of blazing sparklers ending with an explosion of confetti cannons! Then there was the blitz of photographs that needed to be taken. Kristanna and I primped and posed for every shot that we were in, with various family members and selected friends. Yes, it was getting later in the evening and the sun had just set, but Kristanna preferred a night-time by the sea theme for our wedding album and trusted that the professional photographer, a life-long family friend, could pull it off. We instructed the photographer to snap plenty of pictures of Kristanna along with her favorite girl, Devon, as well as the others. Amy seemed to be in the vast majority of pictures with me (which was my choice). But my favorite part of the whole photographing process was at the end, when all six of our little entourage grouped up and had various shots taken. Kristanna was still glowing as she and I made our way to the limousine that would whisk us off to our rousing, lavish reception. Kristanna got in first, but I stayed just outside the vehicle to share a few more words with Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy. They were going to follow us to the banquet hall in another limousine. Kristanna quickly grew impatient, though, and began to tug at my left arm with both hands. I bid a hasty farewell to the girls, then joined my wife in the stretch limousine. Kristanna glared at me rather intently for several seconds, then said this had been the absolute best and most magical day of her entire life. She cried tears of joy and we shared a memorable kiss. Once the chaueffeur closed the door, offering us maximum privacy, Kristanna told me that she wanted to have sex right here, and right now. She would not take no for answer, either, quickly straddling my hips with her bridal gown still on and then riding me like a wild, bucking bronco for a few heated moments. When the intense session was complete, I cradled Kristanna in my lap and did nothing but continually embrace and kiss her until we reached the reception hall. We had to quickly compose ourselves inside the limousine before making our grand entrance as husband and wife. Even though Kristanna and I did not breathe a word about what had transpired during our short trip from the beach, we heard the giggling whispers of four very specific ladies from behind us as we approached the reception hall by foot. "Look! Krissy's sash is tied differently than how it was at the wedding ceremony!" "Her hair looks a bit frazzled, too." "Did you see that devilish grin across Jeremy's face?" "Do you think they did it in the limo?" "You know we did," Kristanna said in response to Devon, momentarily turning to face her and the other gossipers. "I just hope that after the party ends, Jeremy is in the mood to bang a couple of bridesmaids!" Lindsay squealed. "Not tonight, honey," I offered, which brought a frown to her face. "Tonight is for Kristanna, and Kristanna only." "Don't worry, baby," Trish soothed her. "I'll be happy to bang a bridesmaid - YOU - all night long." "Me too," Devon nodded. "Same here!" Amy chimed in. "Oooooh, then I get a gang-bang!" Lindsay gushed. The reception hall had a definite seaside theme to it as well. For starters, each guest table in the beautiful, private facility was named after various sea creatures (Lobster Lagoon, Sharkbite Beach, Penguin's Playground and so on). Biscuits had been baked in seaside shapes, with the guest's name written on icing, and were being used as placement cards and party favors. Swags of blue/green/silver iridescent materials were hung around the walls and pillars, and were aptly decorated with colorful sea creature designs and shells. Shimmering silver fringe and blue/green cellophane cut to look like seaweed surrounded the front doorway. Mobiles of friendly dolphins and smiling sharks hung from the ceiling, as well as a large golden sun. Straw hats with ribbons were also on display at various locations. Last but certainly not least, a lighting company had been hired to create a constant, undulating wave effect throughout the hall. Everything was perfect! Holding my hand as we made our long-awaited entrance, Kristanna was dancing and bumping her body to the music as she and I went to the middle table amidst a standing ovation from all of those in attendance. I had never seen Kristanna quite this worked up before. I felt somewhat intimidated by the blazing lights, the raucous atmosphere and all those many eyes fixated upon me. I was certainly not used to anything like this. The anxiety quickly faded, though, because all I had to do was look over at Kristanna to realize what an awesome time she was having. That unmistakable glow still radiated from her. This was her night more than anyone else's. I got over my fears fast. After the glorious dinner and cake cutting ritual, Kristanna and I headed out to center stage upon the dance floor. Kristanna's easy choice for the first song was Richard Marx's "Right Here Waiting" because she said it symbolized her thoughts for me before we went from being once the closest of friends to now, the dearest of lovers. For the next several hours, I danced with a wide variety of people - Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, my mother and sister, Kristanna's mother and grandmother, her sister, my niece Chelsea, my two favorite aunts (Cecilia and Joyce, here from North Carolina) and even my very own father. Last but certainly not least, I shared a dance with Louisa - the 76-year-old housekeeper from my island home. Louisa claimed that she would not have missed the wedding for anything. Most of my time upon the dance floor, of course, was spent with Kristanna. I found it difficult each time someone else asked to dance with her. I simply did not feel like sharing! I should also point out that during the ceremonial bouquet toss, Amy was the one who caught it, signifying that of all the single ladies in attendance, she was now deemed the one next to be married. I found that to be quite prophetic. Lindsay was particularly rambunctious and over-charged for the entire reception. I got the sense that she truly enjoyed the atmosphere and all of the ideas and thoughts that went along with it. The young woman was poking into everything, and even made a couple of new friends. Lindsay was quite oversexed too, as I once noticed her approach Trish at their table and whisper into her ear. Trish's face absolutely lit-up in response, and they both went off toward the ladies' room together. They made their return to the reception at different times (nice try, girls - that trick hasn't worked in ages!) with tousled hair and the undeniable glow of having been freshly licked clean. After five hours of celebration, many of the guests had already decided to return to their homes or hotel rooms. There were a select few remaining, and two of them were subtracted when Kristof and Rande - Kristanna's parents - decided to check out for the evening. I shared a special moment with my very own parents, who went through a bitter separation some 15 years ago and had rarely spoken since. In fact, tonight was the first time that my mother and father had actually seen each other since the initial break-up itself. Until now, I never thought I would witness the two of them together before my very eyes at the same time ever again. But, I also realized that this would be the final time I ever saw them together. It turned out to be quite an emotional good-bye fir me... The final group of guests to be at the party were none other than Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy. With no one else left except a few attendants from the reception hall - all of whom were currently busy - Kristanna jumped into Devon's arms in a moment of sheer, unadulterated joy, and she spun my bride around several times as they laughed and kissed. "Congratulations, Krissy! I'm so happy for you!" Our little entourage soon gathered close, and we shared a group hug with Kristanna and yours truly as its centerpiece. It was the perfect punctuation mark to the perfect evening. But, the evening was not truly over. It had just begun... - "Jeremy, my pussy has been on fire since you recited that poem during the ceremony!" Kristanna told me, giggling like never before and clearly a bit buzzed, as she plopped herself down across my lap in the limousine. She hugged me to her and swooned, "You reading that poem - from memory, no less - was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!" "We'll have to take care of that pussy tonight, wifey." "I wonder how long it will take the others to get out of their bridesmaids' gowns once they arrive at the hotel," Kristanna snickered. "Lindsay seemed overly horny tonight ... don't you think? She took Trish off the ladies' room for a hot quickie, then did the same later on with Amy." "How long will it take, wifey, for me to get you out of that beautiful wedding dress?" Kristanna laughed. "Will you let me even take it off? Devvy thought you may want me to leave it on tonight. We all know how much you enjoy a woman in uniform - French maid, cheerleader, schoolgirl - and you always want us to leave them on. What better uniform than a bridal gown?" "You can take it off," I told her. "No need to ruin it. Always save your wedding dress. Keep it in good shape." "I am gonna rip that tuxedo from you!" she warned, a playful glint in her eyes. "Be glad you didn't rent it!" Kristanna then admitted, "Devvy tried to get me to go off with her for a quickie in the ladies' room as well, but I told her no. I couldn't do that. Not tonight." "I love you, wifey," I grinned, kissing her once more. "Wifey?" Kristanna squealed. "You like calling me that?" I embraced her and mused, "You'll never know how much." "Husbandy!" she chirped in response, still giggling. "You're drunk," I admonished her. "No, I'm not!" Actually, Kristanna was telling the truth. She was a little tipsy, yes, but certainly not drunk. Though I had no use for alcohol myself, I certainly could not fault Kristanna for having a few cold beverages on this particular evening. I enjoyed teasing her about it regardless, though. I smiled at her and prodded, "I got you drunk tonight, and soon I am going to take advantage of you." Kristanna giggled again and countered, "You may have got me drunk - though, not really - but I am going to be the one who takes advantage ... of YOU!" - We could have taken the traditional route and went to a chic, expensive hotel to spend the remainder of our wedding night and enjoy ourselves in the most lavish, deluxe style, but ours was a unique relationship, and we did unique things. There was only one place where Kristanna truly wanted us to consummate our marriage (and no, that wild romp in the back of the limousine earlier on the way to the reception hall did not count). This place was not a hotel or some fancy rental property; it was not the beach under a moon-lit sky, nor was it my private island some 7,000 miles away where our relationship grew and fostered into what it is today. Rather, Kristanna wanted to spend our wedding night in the one location which had been near and dear to her heart since she was a young child. We were headed back to her family farm - or more specifically, the upper floor of the old, dilapidated barn which held so many memories for her. When Kristanna was real young, she once told me, this old barn was home to her favorite riding horse, Hocus Pocus, and several other animals. Kristanna would go to the barn every single day and, with her father's supervision, she would pet the horse (and often go for a ride on it), and tell the majestic animal how much she loved it. Eventually, as Kristanna got older, her father turned the barn into more of a storage area, but that did not stop her from climbing the rickety old ladder that led to the upper loft and transforming the entire area into her own personal tree-house of sorts. With designs of little hearts and stars upon the walls, Kristanna would share tea parties with her dolls here. She had coloring books and various other toys up to keep her occupied, too. As Kristanna entered upper secondary school (the equivalent of high school in the United States), she began to use the loft as her personal and private space. It was suddenly off-limits to her parents, as well as even her older sister. Kristanna would stay here for hours on end, often listening to music or reading a book, or simply doing her schoolwork. She even had a telephone installed, and often burned up the line with her friends, sharing girlish gossip and mindless chatter. And then, once Kristanna began dating, she would often sneak a lucky boyfriend or girlfriend (or both) into the barn with her, and they would share a roll in the hay in that exclusive space. Of course, during my initial day here just over a month ago, Kristanna took me directly to the loft (literally as I got out of the car for the first time, no less) and demanded that I lay the wood to her. I already knew about the significance of this beaten old structure, and was more than happy to create a new memory here for her. In fact, just a short while ago while we were still on the island, Kristanna recounted a story about the barn to Devon and yours truly. At the age of 11 in 2001, Kristanna was showing off one day to a friend from the neighborhood, driving the family forklift and acting all cool about it. She took a wrong turn, though, and accidentally smashed one of the forks into her father's brand new cold storage unit (you can re-read chapter seven for a full run-down on this). Although Kristanna found herself in a lot of trouble that particular day, it was memories like these that made the old barn such a special place for her. She had many experiences here, ones that spanned from early childhood to even now, as a mature (and married!) 23-year-old woman. Even over these past couple of weeks, I had found Kristanna relaxing and meditating in the loft on two separate occasions. This was her special place. She absolutely loved it here. For Kristanna, she ultimately wanted what would become one of her favorite memories - the official consummation of our marriage - to happen in her favorite place. Opting to spend the night here was a no-brainer. - "I have to carry you across the threshold, Krissy! Jump on my back so I can piggy-back you up the ladder." "The ladder will break with all that weight!" she huffed. "No it won't," I assured her. "C'mon, baby ... hop on my back. I have to carry you up to the promised land." "If the ladder breaks," she said with a playful, teasing grunt, while hopping onto my back, "I'm going to take your balls and squish them like little grapes." I chuckled. "You'll probably squish them like little grapes before this night is through regardless. I just hope they still taste nice and juicy enough for you." "It's going to break!" Kristanna prodded me as I slowly and carefully ascended the ladder. She extended her arm and waved her hand in front of my face, then made repeated squeezing motions with it. "It's going to break! Oh no, squish go your balls! SQUISH go your balls!" Fortunately, Kristanna was wrong. Once we reached the loft, which was no more than a 16x20 foot condensed space, I set my beloved bride down upon the mattress we brought up here two days ago, and smiled at her. "We made it, Jeremy!" she gushed. "I love you! Your balls are safe for now! Yayyyyy!" I laughed again, then took in these unique surroundings. Was that a fox that just darted through the area beneath us? "I never thought, even in my wildest dreams, that I would spend my wedding night in a damp, dusty old barn." Kristanna glanced around as well. "This is perfect." "It is perfect," I agreed, clasping her hand with mine and bringing it to my lips for a kiss. "Do you remember what I told you about my pussy when we were in the limo?" I nodded and returned, "That it's burning?" "It's an inferno now," she told me, smiling. "I'm going to have to DOUSE it, then!" I roared, slipping the luscious blonde into my arms and kissing her deeply. "Douse me with your fire hose!" she exclaimed. "God, Krissy ... you drive me totally insane." I kissed her once again, my tongue driving far and deep within the reaches of her exquisite mouth. "Absolutely insane..." Kristanna slipped the black tuxedo jacket from my torso, then pressed her palms upon my chest and massaged it through the white, silky shirt. I groaned as her fingernails scraped against my pectorals, with little waves of pleasure shooting throughout my entire being as a result. An instant later, Kristanna broke the kiss and with a big smile, she started to unbutton my shirt. "I love you so much, Jeremy," she told me, for perhaps the millionth time tonight. "Thank you for making me the luckiest girl alive!" I smiled as well, then darted forward and pecked her lips with a kiss. "I'm the luckiest man alive, sweetheart. I can't express to you just how much I LOVE YOU." After literally ripping the expensive shirt from my body, Kristanna leaned forward to both lick and kiss my chest. I removed the gold tiara from atop her head and gently set it down upon a nearby bale of hay. I ran my fingers through Kristanna's silky blonde hair, paying special attention to the expensive pearls that were woven into it just for today. Kristanna was now hungrily mouthing one of my nipples as I reached around her body and undid the zipper which held her bridal gown in place. I zipped it down to her waist, then offered the crown of her head a gentle, soothing kiss. "This is the best wedding gift of all to unwrap," I mused, gently peeling the heavenly dress from Kristanna's tight, supple body. Starting at her shoulders, I slowly pulled the dress downward. Kristanna assisted me by wiggling her arms out of its sleeves. Finally, I got the gown to her waist. The charming seductress pulled away and offered one of her ultra-sweet smiles, then stood up and turned her back to me. Kristanna giggled as I dutifully dropped to my knees just behind her, before tugging the beautiful wedding dress past her hips and down her long and lean legs. I then assisted each high-heeled foot in stepping out of the gown. Island Fever Ch. 42 I took the dress and carefully draped it over the wooden railing of our little, confined area. Knowing the garment would be safe there, Kristanna kept her back turned to me as I stared up at her from my knees. She looked absolutely fabulous. Kristanna had on a white G-string and garter belt with matching thigh-high stockings, along with a strapless bra. Her body was just so incredibly exquisite... "Is that pussy still an inferno?" "It's burning out of control!" she squealed in response. I kissed one of her stockinged thighs and suggested, "Why not lay on the mattress for me? I'll give it a close look." Kristanna did as instructed, taking a seat on the small mattress we had up here with us, then reclined all the way back. Once I whisked her G-string off, Kristanna immediately spread her thighs. Indeed, her immaculate, little pussy was glistening with obvious, hot desire. I licked two fingers and then placed them upon the tiny nub otherwise known as her clitoris. Kristanna squealed at the initial contact, then smiled as I lunged upward and planted another deep, searing kiss upon her mouth. All the while, I gently massaged her clitoris with both fingers. I then settled back down upon my knees and moved my face inbetween her succulent thighs. The slender vixen began to breathe in quick gasps once I moved my mouth in for a taste, my tongue licking and swiping away at her delights. "Oh yeah, Jeremy!" she purred, which made me smile. I held onto her hip with my right hand and flicked my tongue across her sweet goodness at a faster rate of speed. At least in my mind, Kristanna had the nicest, most delicious pussy in the whole, wide world. No one even came close! I could literally feast upon on her for hours on end... The more my tongue licked and swiped away at her, the greater my need and hunger seemed to be. Soon, I had a bulging lump in my slacks and felt the urge to stroke it with my left hand. Still, I was able to focus my remaining efforts upon the folds of Kristanna's nether regions. "You like that, honey?" I asked, my tongue in a constant swirling motion, as I lightly slapped her hip in repeated fashion. Her stockings felt magnificent as she curled one leg around my head. "You like me licking your 'lil pussy?" "Oh yes, I do!" she squealed in response, her lithe body starting to rumble and vibrate beneath me upon the mattress. "Do you want me to make that sweet, 'lil pussy cum?" "YES!" she exclaimed. "Oh God, yes! Please!" "As you wish," I smiled, before inserting three fingers between those moist folds and immediately starting to pound away at them. At the same time, my tongue began to focus on her clitoris. I repeatedly jammed three fingers in-and-out of her as my tongue continually swiped at that precious nub. Soon, I had worked Kristanna into an absolute frenzy. Her stocking-clad thighs were clenched tightly around my head as she massaged her heaving breasts through the bra that she wore, her eyes closed and mouth open. My bride was moaning continually, then screamed out as she experienced her first (of what would turn out to be many) orgasm of the evening. "OH YES!" she exclaimed, her body bucking about wildly, as I did my best to lick and swallow down the delicious nectar which flowed from within her tender pussy. "Oh God, Jeremy! YES!" I luxuriated in her loud sounds of passion, as well as the animated movements of her body. I must had done something right with that curious tongue of mine... "Oh God, let me suck your cock now!" she begged, raising her head to look at me once I withdrew my face from between her thighs. I offered Kristanna a nod and a smile, but first unbuckled both of her high-heeled shoes and kissed her feet. I even licked and gently sucked on her right big toe (through the silky stocking), which made Kristanna giggle. Next, however, I undid my belt and then pulled my slacks downward. I stepped out of my shoes and socks, then did the same with my slacks as well as my briefs. Not surprisingly, I had a full, aching erection. I grasped it with one hand while Kristanna undid and got rid of her strapless bra. Smiling, I moved onto the mattress and slid over top of Kristanna. My knees on either side of her chest, Kristanna got the idea as I stroked my cock just inches from her lovely face. She grabbed a nearby pillow and put it underneath her head, raising it. Now, her mouth was in perfect alignment... An instant later, I jammed my erection directly into her awaiting mouth and began to churn my hips back-and-forth in a continual, heated motion. With each forward stroke, I picked up some speed. Soon, I had to toss my head back and growl like a madman in response to the sensations that were swirling throughout me. This was like being in Heaven! In order to pound that innocent mouth even harder with my cock, I placed both hands upon the mattress and leaned forward. Now, my hips did all the work as I started to blast and hammer away at that mouth with all the strength I had. Kristanna moaned and growled in response as I repeatedly thrusted my cock in-and-out of her. Perched over top of her, my hips bucked and churned about as I had both hands upon the mattress for leverage. Soon, I was roaring out like a raving lunatic. The feel of my erection as it slid deep down my bride's throat with each forward stroke was exhilarating. Kristanna decided to change things up, though, by placing her own hands on either side of my hips and eventually getting me to cease the pounding. She grabbed a handful of cock in the open air and, after a bit of maneuvering, she positioned my aching member between her luscious breasts. Palming their outer halves, Kristanna squished her breasts together - trapping my cock between them. A mere instant later, the enchantress began to bounce her body about, my cock sliding accordingly between her breasts. Talk about divine torture! I immediately began to moan out in response as the friction from Kristanna's breasts sent pulsating shocks from my erection to all others parts of my body. Kristanna really got into it as well; she was laughing up a storm because of my heated, animated reaction. "OHHHHH GOD!" I growled, rolling my head about wildly as the beautiful blonde continued bouncing and flopping, my cock thumping away in her humble, delicate cleavage. I reached down and cradled her face with both hands, letting her know (without speaking) how much I enjoyed this. When I took over most of the work myself, pistoning my hips back-and-forth in a continual motion, Kristanna looked up at me with the most adoring eyes. I nearly fainted. "Are you gonna cum, Jeremy?" she asked with a friendly squeal. "Oh yeah, I want you to cum! Kristanna wants you to cum!" She offered me her sweetest smile and pleaded, "Come on, Jeremy ... cum for me. Shoot it all over my breasts! Your newlywed wife wants you to cum all over her!" Kristanna's naughty language, not to mention her fabulous breasts, finally pushed me over the proverbial edge. I growled in a mixture of pain and pleasure as my whole body tensed up; my was cock trapped between Kristanna's breasts and just gushing sperm from its tip. A heavy glob landed directly upon her chin and then dangled downward in a very obscene manner. Yet, it still looked great on Kristanna. Several smaller spurts landed upon other areas of her tanned chest. What a highly erotic, incredible feeling! In the aftermath, I was breathing in ragged gasps, and my body was trembling with erotic sensations. Kristanna wiped the excess sperm from inbetween her cleavage and licked her fingers dry. I pointed at her chin and she quickly gathered the big glob up with her hand, and licked it dry as well. "My breasts aren't really big enough to do that as well as I'd like," Kristanna murmured. "I'm certainly no Trish or Amy when it comes to bra size. But I had fun anyway..." "Like the rest of you, those breasts are perfect." "Awwwww..." Kristanna cooed, her smile golden, as I took a deep breath and settled down on the wooden flooring beside her. I glanced at the young woman, who cupped her chin and opened and closed her mouth in repeated fashion, stretching her sore, overworked jaws. She then offered me a playful expression and announced, "Well, that was your first orgasm, Jeremy, of what will be at the very least 20 tonight." "20?" I exclaimed. (!!) "We're just getting started, baby," she reminded me, giggling. "Tonight is our wedding night. It will never end! I never want it to end!" Needing a moment to rest, I reached out and placed my hand across Kristanna's forehead. When she put her own hand over top of mine in a show of solidarity and affection, I gently stroked her there. "I've had such a wonderful time, sweetheart, over the past month here in Norway. Your entire family has been so good to not only me, but the other girls as well. The people here are so nice and friendly, and the countryside is breathtaking. I ... I love it here." "You should have come to my country years ago, Jeremy! I kept trying to convince you, but you would never listen." "I know ... and I'm sorry." "It may not be the island, but I think my hometown and country has so many wonderful but different things that overall, this place can match up with anywhere in the world." She grasped my hand a bit tighter, then brought it to her lips for a tender kiss. "What I am really looking forward to is starting our honeymoon off in Toronto. We fly there tomorrow; Trish gets to re-unite with her family for a few weeks! Then, we'll finish off the honeymoon in the Bahamas." "I'm reluctant to leave Norway," was my admission. "But you are right - I want Trish to see her family again, too." Kristanna smiled. "You know what I think?" "What?" "I think we should go to Pennsylvania for a little bit, too. I want to meet my sweet Devvy's family!" I made a face. "You know she has a horrible relationship with her parents. Devon does not get along with them at all. She had no interest in going back home when I last asked." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe they can try to patch things up while we are there? Besides, Devvy has other family in Pennsylvania too - two brothers, a sister, both of her grandparents. If anything, I would like Devvy to show me around her old stomping grounds. It would be awesome to see." "Of all of the girls, Devon is by far and away your favorite. You were in love with her from the very start. No one else even comes close to comparing with her for you." Kristanna nodded her head. "Yes, and Amy is your favorite. You and her have a very special relationship. But hopefully, in time, you and I will feel about all the girls the same way. I do not know if it is possible, but it is the goal." "Lindsay is Trish's favorite, I know I am Lindsay and Amy's favorite, and then of course you are Devon's." "Jeg elsker deg og Devvy mer enn noe annet, Jeremy," she spoke in her native tongue. Of course, I had no idea what Kristanna was saying. Whatever it was, though, I am certain it revolved around Devon and yours truly, and how much she loved both of us. "Du har gjort meg lykkeligere enn jeg noen gang kunne forestilt meg ... mye mer enn noen fortjener. Jeg ville gjort hva som helst for deg. Jeg ville dødd for deg." "You are SO evil," I chided her. "Translation, please?" "Enough talk, Jeremy," Kristanna suddenly announced. "This is our wedding night. Less talk, more sex!" With no rest for the weary, Kristanna quickly pressed her lips to mine for a deep, soul-touching type of kiss. All of my thoughts and energy quickly shifted right back into erotic overdrive as she tried to literally devour my mouth with her lips and tongue. I kissed her with equal fervor and raw intensity, wrapping my arms around her breathtaking body and squeezing her tight, luscious ass with both hands. Our tongues intermingled and dueled together within our pressed mouths as we luxuriated in the taste of each other. I particularly enjoyed the feel of Kristanna's breasts as they were roughly squished upon my bare chest. Eventually, her right hand started to drift down my body. It came to a stop, predictably, upon my cock. My shaft had been drained just moments ago, but Kristanna offered a hard squeeze to inject some new life into it. Our mutual kiss continued and only heightened in intensity as her hand busily frigged and pumped my cock toward another bulging erection. It did not take all that long, either. "Spread your legs, honey, and show me your pussy." The twinkle in Kristanna's eyes was still quite prevalent as she spread her succulent thighs far apart - giving me a classic, bird's eye view of what I wanted to see (not to mention loot and pillage) the most. In an effort to emphasize her own desire, Kristanna snaked a hand between her thighs and massaged her flawless pussy with two fingers. That little display of masturbation was all I needed to receive what best could be described as an electric surge of energy upon my shaft. Now, I was ready. I growled in sheer, total arousal as I quickly mounted Kristanna in the missionary position, while hooking her legs over my shoulders in the process. Still twiddling away upon her beautiful, shaven pussy with a pair of extended fingers, Kristanna moaned and glared up at me with a lustful expression of her own. She was burning up! "Your 'lil pussy still a raging inferno?" "It has been out of control all night!" Kristanna gushed, momentarily hugging me to her. "In fact, it's been that way since the very first time that I met you, Jeremy..." I hesitated for an instant, smiling to myself and allowing that nice, little compliment to sink in and fully register. I could have said something in response, but Kristanna's passion was quickly getting the best of her and thus, I knew that I needed to try and douse the flame quickly. "Give it to me!" the 23-year-old encouraged. "Fuck my pussy with your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me NOW!" I latched onto one of Kristanna's taut breasts with my left hand, then fisted my cock with my right and forged my way into her pussy. I growled at first, adjusting to the incredible feeling of spearing a pussy so small and tight. Kristanna, meanwhile, moaned in utter passion and stared up at me with wide eyes. She was enjoying this just as much as I was... Kristanna suddenly squawked and roared out in arousal as I began to thrust myself in-and-out of her. Already, I was pounding her like a jackhammer, my testicles slapping hard against her upturned ass with each and every forward stroke. There was no way that I could go slow with Kristanna. Not here - and certainly not tonight. Kristanna looked so gorgeous as she thrashed her face from side-to-side beneath me, a series of hot moans and screams emanating from deep within her throat. Her hairstyle from the earlier proceedings still mostly intact with the pearls and starfish designs mixed in, Kristanna's entire body squirmed and writhed in the powerful sensations. My left hand still clutching one of her breasts, I held onto her hip with my right and continued feverishly pumping myself in-and-out of her at a blinding rate of speed. The pleasure for Kristanna was evident right now. "Come on, Jeremy," she growled, her eyes flickering as she looked up at me. "Come on, big boy. Fuck me. Fuck my little pussy with your BIG COCK! Cum inside of me!" I kept thumping myself into as quickly as I possibly could. With such vocal encouragement, it was easy to understand why. "You know wh-what, Jeremy?" the lovely blonde moaned, as each of my thrusts was now harder and more intense than the prior one. Her body rocked and bounced about beneath me as she admitted, "I st-stopped taking the pill t-two weeks ago!" My own eyes wide, Kristanna then grunted, "That's right ... that's right..." She embraced my shoulders with a vise-tight grip and literally begged, "Get me pregnant, Jeremy..." My heart began racing within my chest in response to the things that Kristanna was telling me. Suddenly, I realized that I was pounding away at her as fast as humanly possible. "I want to be a MOMMY!" Kristanna suddenly cried out, her face rocking from side-to-side, as I relentlessly hammered away at her. "Come on, Jeremy ... cum inside of me! Cum inside of me and make me a Mommy!" "Krissy..." I growled, my insides then erupting in a hot, violent flame of ecstasy. My erection stuffed to the hilt within her wondrous pussy, I unloaded a thick, healthy batch of life-giving sperm into it. Soon, I realized that she was having a powerful orgasm of her own. Kristanna and I shook and vibrated as one until the sensations between us finally subsided, and then settled down into a slow burn. "Oh Jeremy..." Kristanna murmured, embracing me warmly. - In the blissful aftermath of what had been a monumental orgasm, I raised my head from my wife's shoulder and glanced around at our surroundings one more time. Again, who would have ever believed that I would spend my wedding night in a drabby, old barn such as this? There were no satin sheets to roll around in, nor any expensive hotel pastries to enjoy. There was no place for me to draw a bubble-bath, and give Kristanna the type of full body scrub-down and massage which she truly deserved right now. These points were reinforced when I overheard a group of cows mooing in the distance. Was that next sound a bleating sheep? Rest assured, though, I was not complaining. This place was sacred to Kristanna. It was her home. All of her memories - at least the great majority of them - were here, in Norway. Why change that? Indeed, this past month visiting Norway and learning about its people and culture had been wonderful. It really had, in many regards, been an eye-opening experience. The other ladies - Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - had all fallen in love with Norway and its charm as well. Kristanna's parents made us feel right at home from the very start, and the rest of her family was just as incredibly nice and equally giving. I had yet to come across anything negative about Norway. When I glanced around the barn one final time, I came to a sudden and very surprising conclusion. I should have said this to Kristanna a long time ago. I could not change the past, unfortunately, but I certainly had a say concerning the present and the long-term future. "Krissy?" "Yes, baby?" I noticed that she was rubbing her hand over and across her stomach in a slow, continuous motion. Kristanna was truly hopeful that I had impregnated her. "Krissy ... this has been your home for 23 years. This farm, Norway; it's been home to you for your entire life." "This old farm is my favorite place in the whole world," she offered, her arms wrapped around my body in a warm, loving embrace, her chin tucked over top of my shoulder. "I couldn't have grown up in a better place. I could not have had better or more supportive parents." Kristanna motioned toward an old vehicle parked below us with rusted red paint and a white convertible top. "Just a few days after I was born on October 8, 1989, Papa drove me home - to this farm - in that car, a 1971 Buick Riviera. Ask him about it. It's the only reason he still has the car. I ... I was a miracle child for Momma and Papa." I smiled at her. "Yet another wonderful memory..." "Yes..." I nibbled upon her earlobe and whispered, "I moved to the island 16 years ago, but I never really considered it a home. The island was more of a hideout for me. It was a sanctuary for me. I ... I've always wanted a true home. It's been a long time for me since I had one." "Well, you have it now with us," Kristanna chirped. "The other girls are I are going to give you so much love and affection that you won't know what to do with it! We are going to see to it that you have the home and family that not only you have always dreamed of, but you deserve." Island Fever Ch. 42 I kissed the side of her head. "All this talk about our little group and your parents relocating to an island such as Anguilla or St. Maartin so we can spend the rest of our lives on the beach and in paradise; it's ... it's nonsense. Your parents love Norway just as much as you do. They love this farm. They have been running it since 1979." Kristanna pulled back and made eye contact with me. She appeared confused. "What are you saying, Jeremy?" "Let's stay here," I answered, to which those blues eyes of hers nearly bulged from their sockets. "I can talk to your dad. He has over 300 acres of land on this property. I can talk to him, and we can have a new home built here. Maybe on the other end? It will be for us and the girls and yes, all the children we will have in the future. Norway would be a wonderful place for our children to grow up and go to school. Don't you agree, wifey?" Tears of absolute joy (and astonishment) began streaking down Kristanna's face as I continued, "Devon, Trish, Lindsay, Amy ... they all love it here, too. I am certain all four of them would settle down with us and stay in Norway for the long haul. I see no reason why they wouldn't." "J-Jer-Je-Jeremy..." Kristanna quaked, perhaps so overcome with emotion right now that she barely even got my name out. "And if your father ever decides to retire from running the farm," I mused, "I can buy it from him, then you and I can see to it that the family business continues to grow and prosper for many years to come. We can take it over." Full of so much joy and happiness, Kristanna was gently crying beneath me. My precious bride could not believe what I just proposed to her. There was no way she was turning it down, either. This was what Kristanna had truly wanted all along. Finally, I had agreed to move to Norway with her. "We gotta do something about the smell in this old barn, though," I offered with a smile, trying to inject some humor into the moment, while at the same time tenderly kissing her. "Oh God, Jeremy ... I love you so much!" *** THE END, of Island Fever *** ***** The story is now over! (But never fear, there is a short sequel/epilogue that will be posted on Literotica in the coming days and weeks. Please be on the lookout for it!)