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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: The Legacy"  Part 7
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: The Legacy"  (Part 7 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   Unfortunately, I had three problems brewing.  One of them
was quite major, while another had the potential to be.  The
remaining problem would be easily resolved once I got up
enough courage to step forward to speak my mind.
   But still, I hated problems.  All of them.  I wished they
would just fade away so I didn't have to deal with them...
   On the other hand, though, none of them were nearly as
cataclysmic as the things which happened here last winter.
No one was leaving and shattering hearts (such as Pamela and
Trish did), having excessive bouts of rage when things did
not go their way (Torrie) or spreading rumors and trying to
destroy peoples' lives (Cassidy).  My three current problems
were not quite up to par with those.  Well...

   How do I break the news to Devon that I have already
chosen Lindsay as my future bride over her?

   There will come a day - and it will be SOON - when I
decide to make my engagement to Lindsay official.  That
particular day will be both glorious and awful for me.
Glorious because I will have taken a step to officially
uniting with my soul-mate in life.  Awful because it will
definitely break Devon's heart in the process.
   This is really a tough situation for me to discuss, and
put into words.  Perhaps whatever happens will solely be
my fault.  No... it WILL be my fault.
   Since that day Pamela left me six months ago, Lindsay and
I were destined to be together.  Pamela had taken a chainsaw
to my heart, while Trish did the same to Lindsay.  Lindsay
and I helped each other heal over the coming weeks and
months.  I was her support; she was mine.  We held each
other up, and did our absolute best to make it through
that rocky, horrible time.  Together, we finally did.
   And as Lindsay told me last week, it was her belief all
along that she was better for me than Pamela ever was.  I
agreed with her.  Of course, Devon said the same thing to
me just hours ago.  I agreed with her too.  But I wouldn't
have agreed if she said she was better for me than Lindsay.
   Not to be overlooked, while Lindsay and I were in the
process of healing, Devon was right there for us, too.  She
had been the sounding board for both of us, always willing
to lend a helping hand when necessary.  In the process, I
fell in love with Devon.  Lindsay fell in love with Devon,
and vice versa.  Devon had always loved me.
   Devon obviously had her hopes up that she and I would
eventually get married.  For the past few months, she had
been dropping hints about it at various times.  Perhaps none
of them were quite more serious and bold than the one she
had slipped in at the beach just hours ago...

   "Maybe one day, you and I CAN be married.  And Lindsay
can be our little playmate, as she was for you and Pamela."

   Whatever fall-out that happens when I finally break the
news to Devon will be my fault.  I should have told her a
long time ago that if I were to ever get married again, the
best choice for me would be Lindsay.  I have known that all
along.  Why couldn't I have spoken up, and told Devon my
true feelings before allowing her to get her hopes up?
   Was Devon wrong in believing that her and I would one day
become husband-and-wife?  Was it wrong of her to seemingly
overlook Lindsay and my feelings for her?
   I honestly don't think so.
   In her heart of hearts, Devon thought that her and I were
perfect for each other.  In many ways, we were.  Thus, it
only seemed right to her that we would eventually be married.
Plus, she had dropped so many hints over the past couple of
months.  Never once did I shoot one of them down.
   But Lindsay had that slight edge on Devon, which swayed
me to her favor.  Lindsay came to the island a good six
months before Devon ever stepped foot on it.  My history
with Lindsay was longer, and deeper, than it was with Devon.
   More importantly, however, Lindsay was special to me.  So
was Devon, but Lindsay was that unique, once-in-a-lifetime
type of special.  I really can't put into words what exactly
it is that I mean.  But this was Lindsay's real advantage.
She was that unique kind of special.

   Lindsay and Devon were so alike that it was almost scary.
Both stood 5-foot-3 and weighed about 95 pounds.  Each had
immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair and blue eyes.  Their
faces, angelic and wholesome, even looked alike.  Lindsay
and Devon could paralyze an entire crowd with just one flash
of their respective smiles.  They were goddesses to me.
   The only real physical difference between Lindsay and
Devon, as I have stated many times before, was their bra
size.  Lindsay had smallish-sized breasts, while Devon was
much more shapely and developed.  Devon's breasts appeared
much larger than they actually were, too, because of her
frail waist and small height.
   But the similarities between them were not just skin-deep.
Both Lindsay and Devon easily ranked as the two sweetest,
most genuinely nice women I had ever met in my entire life.
Neither had a mean bone in their bodies, nor were they even
capable of inflicting the type of hurt Victoria and Pamela
had given to me in the past.
   Lindsay and Devon were the type of pure, down-to-earth
sweethearts that you have always dreamed about introducing
to your parents.  Both of them were so very charming and
delightful.  They could coo and cavort their way through
any situation or discussion, and always come out on top.

   With Devon such an integral part of my life, it was like
having a second Lindsay around for me.  A slightly older,
more shapely clone of my little angel.

   Thus, it should be quite easy to understand that I am not
looking forward to that day when I finally am forced to tell
Devon that I have chosen my bride - and it's not her.
   I wanted nothing but for both Lindsay and Devon to be
totally happy in life.  If Devon gets hurt because of what
I eventually say to her (and she will), Lindsay will feel
guilty.  It could put a strain on their relationship, and
possibly end it.  I don't even want to consider that...
   The underlying thing here is aside from the fact I wanted
to be a married man again, I NEEDED both Lindsay and Devon
in my life.  I NEEDED both of them to not only love me, but
each other as well.  Seeing them together made me happy.
But my impending marriage to Lindsay could destroy that.
   I HAD to let Devon know of my feelings sooner rather than
later.  She was owed that much.  But at the same time, I was
afraid to tell her.  It could ruin everything.

                           * * *

   Come to think of it - this problem and the ramifications
of it once things are finally resolved could turn out to be
worse than anything I went through last winter.

                           * * *

   The second problem I was facing was not near as daunting
as the first.  Devon was right in what she had told me hours
ago - I had to step forward, and tell Lindsay that I did not
want Victoria on the island anymore.  It was awkward, having
my ex-fiancee cavort around the island with my bride-to-be.
Not only had Lindsay and Victoria become close friends, but
they were also attracted to each other.  That was apparent.
   Of course, I had done my absolute best since Victoria's
arrival last week to avoid her.  For obvious reasons, I did
not want my ex-fiancee on the island.  Furthermore, I did
not want to even talk to her, either.
   But the thing which had held me back thus far in letting
my feelings be known was the fact that Lindsay got along so
good with Victoria.  I did not want to take away her new
friend.  At the same time, though, I was only hurting myself
more and more.  I had to step forward and speak...
   Over the past week, Victoria had tried to pin me down at
various instances.  I wanted absolutely nothing to do with
her, and managed to escape her all but once.  That one time,
my ex-fiancee went into a long dialogue about the island.
   "What you've got here is incredible, Jeremy.  You have a
harem.  All of these girls absolutely love you.  Lindsay,
Devon, Amy, Stephanie, Christina, Lisa... all of them.  I
was talking to Jessica about it earlier.  She said it's a
big sex colony.  You always hear or read about places like
this, or see them in the movies.  But I never thought
something like this would actually exist.  It's incredible!"

   It may be a harem, Victoria.  But it's a harem that you
have no business in being a part of.  Please go home...

   My third (and hopefully final) problem, of course, was
the situation with Mistress Amy and submissive Stephanie.
Was Stephanie truly happy in her role as a "sex slave"?  I
had some serious doubts about that.
   How could anyone find pleasure in being led around by a
leash all day?  What satisfaction would one achieve from
eating breakfast and dinner while sitting on the floor,
while everyone else was at the table?
   I have a casual interest in bondage and domination, as
most people do.  But not to this extreme.
   The real root of my concern stemmed from the evening I
spent with Stephanie last week.  Instead of using her that
night as a submissive, I treated Stephanie like an actual
person.  She was so shocked and surprised because of it,
too.  For the first time in six months, Stephanie said,
someone had actually spoken to her as an "equal".
   If Stephanie wanted to be treated like an object all day
and all night long, wouldn't it make sense that she prefer I
not speak to her in such a normal fashion?  Even more, she
was so genuinely grateful for the evening that we spent with
each other.  More than anything, that raised my concerns
about whether or not Stephanie was truly happy in life.
   Of course, interjecting myself into Amy and Stephanie's
relationship to find my answer did have its drawbacks.  I
did not want either of them to be angry at me.  Nor did I
want to damage their relationship in any way.
   Even without all the bondage play, Amy and Stephanie were
a perfect match for each other.  But if Stephanie tells me
that being a submissive was a novel idea at first, but then
she got in too deep and now can't get out, I would feel
obligated to help her.  In the process, of course, I could
destroy her relationship with Amy.  I didn't want that.

   I just didn't understand why they couldn't be a "normal"
couple.  If all the bondage play is necessary, keep it
confined to the bedroom.  Don't bring it out...

                           * * *

   The time was 6:27pm on this Wednesday evening when I
found myself heading throughout the mansion, toward the
kitchen area.  My stomach had a hunger pain or two, and I
was curious as to what Jessica was preparing for dinner.
Fortunately, that would only be a half-hour from now.  I
was absolutely starving!
   Along the way, however, Devon's voice caught my attention
and immediately made me stop dead in my tracks.

   "How can you be so insensitive?"

   For a moment, I wondered if Devon was talking to me.  Her
voice was that close.  I turned around, but did not see her
anywhere.  Then, I realized that she was in the next room -
the foyer.  But who was Devon talking to?
   I crept up to the door and peeked inside, then gulped my
throat in uneasiness as I saw Lindsay standing in front of
her.  That look on her face was not good...
   "How am I supposed to know he felt that way?" Lindsay
whined in return, obviously a bit upset.
   "Jeremy never tells us how he feels if it is negative!"
Devon exclaimed.  "You should know that by now!  He keeps
most everything bad all bottled up inside of him."
   "But Jeremy said he didn't mind me being friends with
Victoria," Lindsay protested, which made me gulp my throat
once again.  "I asked him several times about it!"
   Devon shook her head and laughed, "Again, this is Jeremy
we're talking about.  Of course he is going to tell you that
it is okay if you and Victoria are friends.  He can see that
you like her, and wants you to be happy."
   "I had no idea..." the 19-year-old squealed.
   "Think about it," Devon told her.  "Think how strange it
must be for Jeremy to have Victoria here.  Whenever you or
I asked about Victoria in the past, Jeremy either said that
he hated her, or didn't want to talk about her.  Now she is
here, and Jeremy is subjected to the sight of you and her
being buddy-buddy around the mansion.  It's not right."
   "I thought way, too," Lindsay countered.  "But still... I
was told he had no problem with us being friends.  I... I
like Victoria so much.  We have so much in common.  We've
shared so many stories about Jeremy."
   Devon folded her arms and said, "Lisa told me what she
saw earlier, Lindsay.  In the library - an hour ago."
   The little blonde's eyes went wide as she quaked, "Oh?"
   "You had sex with Victoria," Devon told her, which sent
shivers down my spine.  "Lisa said she heard some noises, and
then went to investigate.  You... were sprawled all over the
table, with Victoria's face between your thighs."
   Devon shook her head and added, "Even AMY says that you
are being insensitive!  What if Jeremy finds out about this?"
   I took a deep breath and then slowly backed away from the
door, not wanting to be heard.  Then, I turned around and
started walking.  "You have to tell Victoria that it is best
that she go home!" I heard Devon say to Lindsay, as I made
my way for the nearby staircase.  "I can't BELIEVE you!"

   I had suddenly lost my appetite.

                           * * *

   After I returned to my personal suite that evening, I
decided to skip dinner and use the time alone to go over
things in my mind.  Yes - I knew since last week that there
was a possibility that Lindsay and Victoria would wind up
becoming intimate with one another.
   But at the same time, I never expected anything like this
to happen between them.  Doesn't Lindsay have any control
over herself, and her desires?  I could not believe that my
future bride-to-be actually had sex with my ex-fiancee.
   Devon was right.  Victoria had to leave the island.  Now.

                           * * *

   It was a little after 9:00pm that same evening when I
heard the fabled "Lindsay knock" upon the entrance to my
personal suite.  Four knocks, followed by two quicker ones.
Surprisingly, I did not make a move to get up and open the
door for her.  I was a little bit mad at Lindsay.
   "Jeremy, are you in there?" Lindsay said, trying to turn
the doorknob.  "Why is the door locked?"  She knocked once
more and said, "Is everything okay?  Jeremy?  Jeremy?"
   Frowning, I took a deep breath and got up from the bed,
and made my way over to the door.  I unlocked and opened
it for her, but turned away and offered Lindsay no eye
contact as I then went back to the bed.
   "Why did you skip dinner?" Lindsay asked.  "You must be
starving.  Here... I brought you a plate.  It's chicken,
Jeremy.  Jessica did another great job.  Try some..."

   I turned and looked directly at Lindsay, giving her an
empty, disappointed glare.  As a result, the expression upon
her face changed accordingly.

   "Oh God..." Lindsay moaned, almost dropping the dinner
plate to the floor.  Instead, she placed it upon the nearby
end-table and then brought both hands to her mouth.  "You
know... Jeremy.  Oh God, Jeremy... you know!  You watched
what happened earlier with the voyeur room.  Didn't you?"
   "No," I quietly told her.  "I was on my way to the kitchen
and I overheard your conversation with Devon in the foyer."
I paused before adding, "If I were to have watched you and
Victoria have sex together, I'd feel a lot worse now."
   "I didn't know, Jeremy!" Lindsay exclaimed, dropping to
her knees upon the floor as tears began to literally pour
from her eyes.  "I didn't know!  Oh God... I talked with
Devon, Christina and Lisa about it after dinner.  I didn't
realize what effect me and Victoria being friends was having
on you!"  Lindsay hid her face with both hands and began to
cry, saying, "I'D NEVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT YOU, JEREMY!"

   I couldn't stand to see Lindsay upset and crying like
this.  But still, I needed to get my point across.  Yes!
For once in my life, I had to speak to my mind.

   "Being friends with Victoria and having sex with her are
two completely different things," I said to Lindsay, my
voice tented with anger and hurt.  "I don't really care,
Lindsay, that I told you it was alright if you and her were
friends.  I never said anything about having sex with her."
   "I couldn't help it!" she exclaimed, exposing her face
and the sheet of tears which now covered it.  "She put her
hands on me, then kissed me, and I couldn't..."
   "NO!" I cut Lindsay off, shaking my head.  "I don't want
to hear about it."  The anger within me swelled as I told
her, "I just cannot BELIEVE that you had sex with Victoria.
Think about it, Lindsay.  THINK ABOUT IT!  That would be the
same as Trish coming back here, and me having sex with her.
Right underneath your nose!  Would you like that?"
   "No..." Lindsay sobbed, her posture now slumped as she
was still upon her knees.  "I... I'd hate that, Jeremy.  I-I
couldn't stand it..."
   "I know you loved Trish very, very much," I told her, my
voice settling down somewhat.  "And I know when she left
you, Lindsay, it broke your heart.  But I can GUARANTEE you
that your feelings for Trish were not NEAR as strong as mine
once were, for Victoria."
   Lindsay continued crying as I said, "You couldn't stand
it if Trish came back, and I had sex with her?  How do you
think _I_ feel, knowing what you did with Victoria?"
   "I'm sorry, Jeremy..." Lindsay wailed, stepping forward
upon her knees and clutching at my waist as I sat upon the
bed.  She placed her head in my lap and cried, "I love you,
Jeremy!  I'd never do anything to hurt you!  Not on purpose!"
   "YOU SHOULD BE _ASHAMED_ OF YOURSELF!" I spit out, which
caught me off-guard.  I didn't mean to say that to her.  At
least, not with so much emotion behind it.
   "I know, Jeremy.  I knooooow..." Lindsay continued crying.
I could feel her tears on my legs.  Now I felt bad.

   Having said my peace to her, I reached down and grasped
Lindsay's face with my hands, and made her look up at me.
She was a total mess.  But at the same time, God... Lindsay
looked so pretty with those tears in her eyes.
   "I'm sorry, Jeremy..." the little blonde reiterated,
sniffing her nose as she looked up at me.  "I... I'd... I
would never hurt you.  N-Not knowingly!  Never!"
   I pulled Lindsay up and brought her into my arms, giving
her a warm, loving embrace.  "The environment I've created
on this island, sweetheart..." I shook my head and went on,
"I... it's my fault, too.  I want all of us to be open - to
share with everyone.  That's what the island is about.  I
should have never allowed Victoria to stay here."
   "It does-doesn't excuse what I did," Lindsay shrieked,
pulling her face away from my shoulder and looking at me.
"I should have sh-showed better judgment, Jeremy."
   I cupped her face with both hands and began wiping her
tears, while smiling.  "No it doesn't excuse you, honey.
You should have more control, better judgment... yes.  But
still, Victoria should have never stayed here in the first
place.  She shouldn't have even BEEN HERE to BEGIN with."
   "Do you-you for-forgive m-me?" Lindsay asked, the look
in her eyes literally begging me to.
   "Of course, sweetheart," I replied, placing my lips to
her forehead and kissing her there.  I then smiled, and
started kissing away the remaining tears upon her face.  "I
could never stay mad at you for too long, Lindsay."
   It took several seconds, but I managed to eventually
cleanse her face of all those tears with my lips.
   "Th-thank you, Jeremy."
   I smiled at her again.  "It's my fault too, sweetheart.
Just as I said earlier.  I want you girls to be open and
free with each other - let your inhibitions go.  That is
what I have strived for this place to be like over the past
year.  Victoria had no place here.  She wasn't one of us.
But I guess for the past week, she has been.  Sort of."
   I took Lindsay into my arms once more and asked her, "So
what did all of you decide to do with Victoria?"
   "She... she's going to leave in the morning," was her
answer.  "She's taking her speed-boat and going back to the
mainland.  Are-are you going to keep good on your promise,
Jeremy, and buy her an airline ticket?"
   "Of course I will," I replied, embracing Lindsay just a
bit tighter.  "I always keep my promises.  I think I'll give
her some money, too.  Victoria did spend a lot to find me."
   "You're giving her money?" Lindsay asked.  "Oh..."
   "I could probably get her a helicopter, too," I mused.
"It would be better than a speed-boat."

   After a long pause, I pushed the little enchantress away
from my arms and told her, "I don't blame you for having sex
with her, sweetheart.  Just look at all the people over the
past year you've had sex with.  I guess it's been ingrained
into you that if you like someone, you have sex with them.
That is what happened with Victoria."  I paused and added,
"I know you would never hurt me intentionally."
   "I've had sex with everyone who has stepped foot on this
island since I arrived here last June," Lindsay sniffed.
"All the women; those guys you brought here for the birthday
gang-bangs.  When I went on trips with you and Pamela, or
you and Devon... I had sex with other people, too.  But just
think of that - EVERYONE who has been on this island."
   "It sure is a lot of people," I said, kissing her on the
forehead.  "A whole lot.  Well..." I paused, then offered a
smile and added, "You haven't had sex with EVERYONE on the
island, dear.  Remember Louisa, now."

   Lindsay shivered, then gulped her throat and looked at
me with wide eyes.

   "NO..." I gasped, completely shocked.  "No way..."
   "Oh God..." Lindsay shrieked, before looking down and
hiding her face.  "I... I didn't have sex with Louisa.  I...
she sort of... had sex with me."
   "WHAT?" I exclaimed.  "Louisa is a 76-year-old woman!
WHAT IN THE _HELL_ DID YOU DO WITH HER?"
   Lindsay still hid her face from me as she replied, "When
you and Devon were busy somewhere on the island, there...
were times... when Louisa liked watching me use a dildo on
myself."  Lindsay shook her head and went on, "And there
were other t-times when she used a dildo on me."
   "My God, sweetheart..." I gasped, my eyes wide.
   "And sometimes," Lindsay went on, "Louisa ate my pussy."

   That was it.

   Ever since she first stepped into my life last year, I
thought that Lindsay had the potential to eventually become
a true, bona-fide slut.  A super-slut, even.  She had the
lust... the HUNGER, to someday reach that lofty pinnacle.
   However, her journey was now over.  Forget what she had
done with Victoria.  Lindsay let a 76-year-old woman (!) use
her as a plaything!  Yes... she was now a nymphomaniac.  My
little angel was a raging, out-of-control SLUT.
   "Louisa could make me cum so hard with her tongue," she
added, her voice full of shame.

   NOT EVEN AMY WOULD HAVE WENT QUITE THIS FAR!


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