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"Hey Jeremy!"
As I entered the front room of the estate on this bright
and sunny Sunday afternoon, 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.
"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 28-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."
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 my 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. Trish was blushing! "I also wanted 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."
"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." I took a deep breath before asking,
"Why was losing your virginity such a terrible experience?"
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 awhile 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 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."
"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."
The Canadian offered me an inquisitive look. "What was
your first time having sex like, Jeremy?"
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... five years, and
you are age 30 now... then you did not have sex until you
were 25?" Trish was flabbergasted. "You were a VIRGIN until
you were _25_?" 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 that 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 25. 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'm 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."
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!" She hesitated, perhaps lost in thought
for a moment or two. "How did Kristanna get you to change
your mind? I mean... I know you're not married to her."
"Kristanna is very different than me in the way that she
looks at life," I told her. "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 say the island
is bringing out a new side of you."
"Kristanna made it _extremely special_ for you, huh?"
I smiled at Trish. "Kristanna treated me the same way
that I treated Lindsay. I'll never forget that night."
"That's 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 make a neat couple."
"Kristanna is a farm girl from Norway and I am an island
dweller from the South Pacific," I told Trish. "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."
"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 a
familiar rustling within my shorts, too.
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,
denim-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. In
turn, Lindsay seemed to sag and melt upon her older lover.
She really seemed to enjoy other people touching her ass.
"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, Jeremy!"
I returned her smile with one of my own. "Hi doll..."
"Doll?" Lindsay giggled.
"Do you mind if me and Lindsay excuse ourselves?" 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 on over to me. Lindsay
wrapped both arms around my neck and shoulders, and squeezed
generously, and even offered me a little kiss on the cheek
to boot. She then 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 that money to her bank account. She said that all of
the our household bills have been taken care of."
"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.
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 my favorite of all the ladies for awhile, 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. The 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 30 to 60 minutes. 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 simply 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 11 years
ago (and sent my 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 was all 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 be 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. But when I
was able to pinpoint on one of the two voices, there was no
mistaking who it belonged to. It was not Trish or Lindsay.
"So yew vant to go down to beach and have picnic vid me?"
"I would love that!" Devon said in response to Kristanna,
as both ladies entered the front room and then noticed my
presence. "Hey there, Jeremy!" Devon greeted, running over
and offering me a 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
Stephanie, which I eavesdropped on with the help of my
voyeur room, Devon was totally in love with me.
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 upon 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. Could I possibly go wrong from the pool of Devon,
Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Stephanie? Of course, I could never
forget Pamela, either. She was an incredible woman in her
own right. 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 at the wet bar.
"Vy do not yew go down to da beach vid us for da picnic?"
Kristanna asked me in that unique, sultry voice of hers.
"Devvy and me are going to grab a picnic basket, fill it vid
some tasty goodies, and have fun all day long at da beach!"
Kristanna's blue eyes flashed in a mischievous manner as she
added, "Maybe ve could go skinny-dipping, too!"
"Krissy!" Devon laughed, gently smacking her shoulder.
I smiled at the pair of luscious, bombshell blondes. "I
see that the two of you have spent some time together since
Kristanna's arrival on Friday. Especially yesterday and so
far today." I smiled again. "I like that."
"Why do you like that?" Devon inquired.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I just want everyone to get
along and be happy."
"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
ver 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?
Are yew going to beach vid us for picnic or not?"
"Sure Kristanna, I'll go." How could I resist?
"Let me go and get the picnic basket from the kitchen,"
Devon told us, before scurrying off. "I'll be back..."
Now all alone in the spacious front room with Kristanna,
the 24-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
learn the maddening, Norwegian language. What in the WORLD
was Kristanna saying to me? Every now and then, she would
toss in a cryptic message like that when talking to me. It
nearly drove me insane when 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."
"You 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."
"I'm back!" Devon squealed as she merrily paraded into the
front room, a picnic basket made of wicker under 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 one o'clock. Dat was five
minutes ago. I vill be down to da beach soon." With that,
Kristanna quickly scurried off and 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 offered 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.
"You 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.
"What can you tell me about your family, Jeremy? I think
that is a good starting point to get to know anyone."
"My father is age 65 and lives in Los Angeles with his
girlfriend," I began. "He is in really good shape and
wants to keep working until he is 68, at least. He and my
mother, who lives in Ohio, have been separated for six
years. They got married in 1959. My mom was with him for
so long that she does not want anyone new in her life. She
is 63 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 63 years. And the fact that she never
had a job, never got any exercise. Her body is slipping."
"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 children.
So they turned to adoption and got Hope 18 months ago."
"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_!"
"I know it is," I frowned. "The state finally stepped in
and took Hope away, and put her with foster parents before
Dan and Susan, my brother and his wife, took her in. She was
a little younger than age two at the time. Hope was way
behind kids her same age. She could barely walk, did not
know any words at all, was very underdeveloped. But my
brother and his wife took wonderful care of her. I visited
Ohio two Decembers ago 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 wonderful with her. Hope still had a problem with
keeping her balance - she kind of waddled about - but Dan
tells me that she finally cured of that now."
"It's great that Hope has a good home now," Devon mused.
"What about your other brother, and your sister?"
As we made our approach toward the west beach on this
beautiful Sunday afternoon, I told Devon, "Dan is age 40.
My sister, Di, is 43, and my other brother, Steve, is 39.
Di still lives in Ohio, just like Dan. She is married and
has three children - Tommy, who turns 15 one week from now,
Chelsea, age 13, and Jeff, 9. Steve, on the other hand...
he lives in Kentucky with his wife, and their two young
daughters. 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 little
kid - age 5 - when he first got into trouble, and my parents
tried to shield me from that. So I don't know everything."
"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 the general Cincinnati area. Why aren't
you there with them? You're 5.000 miles away from them."
The thought of Victoria - my ex-fiancee - went dashing
throughout my mind as I frowned again. "I have my reasons."
"Like what?"
I sighed. "I rather not talk about them."
"Oh... okay," Devon relented, her tone of voice lifeless.
Apparently, she wanted me to really open up to her. But I
did not know Devon well enough - or any of my other guests
(except Kristanna, of course) - to tell her about Victoria.
I had only known Devon for one week. Victoria - and
what she did to me - was the root of all of my problems in
life. As I think about it, Kristanna was the only person I
had ever confided in about my failed engagement. But I had
been friends with Kristanna for five years. Even more, it
took six months before I mentioned Victoria to Kristanna.
In addition, the story was so horrible and depressing that
it may bring Devon down. It did for Kristanna years ago.
"How are we supposed to get to know each other if you
want to hide things from me?" Devon asked. "You told me
on Wednesday, Jeremy, that you want a relationship where
you can be totally open and honest. Set your heart free."
Devon shrugged her shoulders. "Is it something bad? You
did not get into trouble like your brother, right?"
I was about to say something about Victoria to Devon, but
Kristanna came sprinting from behind and caught up with us.
"Here I am!" she exclaimed, somewhat short of breath.
"Momma and Papa did not answer da telephone, so dey must be
doing someding on da farm. I left message and told dem dat
I vould call back a couple of hours from now." Kristanna's
ever-vibrant expression tightened as she gauged Devon's body
language. Devon seemed disappointed in me. "Vat is vrong?"
Devon shook her head. "It's nothing."
"Vat is vrong?" Kristanna demanded.
"Nothing," Devon insisted, pulling her arm away from mine.
"We have a picnic to get ready for." Devon rushed on ahead
of us and approached the beach on her own.
Kristanna turned to look at me. "Vat did yew do to her?"
"I didn't do anything," I answered. "She asked me why I
live on this island away from the rest of the world, and my
family. I don't want to tell her yet. It's too personal."
"Ohhhhh..." Kristanna nodded, seemingly understanding.
"Devvy is girl vid big, loving heart, Jeremy. If yew tell
anyone about Victoria, Devvy should be da one." Kristanna
paused and added, "Do yew dink she will look down on yew,
or laugh at yew? I dink not. Yew should tell her. Dat
girl is crazy over yew, and she vould listen. All she vants
Jeremy, is to get to know yew, and love yew."
I pouted. "I think it's too early to tell anyone that.
Do you know how humiliating that was for me, Kristanna? Do
you have any idea? On my wedding day - supposedly the best
day of my entire life - for my bride-to-be to announce to
the whole cathedral that she cannot marry me BECAUSE she..."
"I know all about it and vat happened dat day, Jeremy,"
Kristanna interjected. "Yew have told me many times. But
it vas 11 summers ago. Now turn dat frown upside-down, and
smile. Ve are going to have a good time vid Devvy. Dat
girl really likes yew, Jeremy. She has told me."
"Oh?"
Kristanna nodded. "Yes, she has." The 24-year-old then
looked ahead of us, and smiled as Devon plopped herself down
upon the sun-kissed sand of the beach. "Vat do yew dink yew
are doing?" Kristanna called out. "Yew not to sit dare!"
Devon turned and glanced at us. "Where do I sit then?"
Kristanna grinned. "In me lap!"
Devon laughed. "I'm not sitting in your lap!"
"Yes yew are," Kristanna notified her, being her usual
zany and energetic self. I watched as Kristanna scurried
off toward Devon and took a seat beside her on the beach,
then promptly pulled her into her lap. Devon put up a
little protest at first, but it faded away once Kristanna
found her lips with her own for a deep, slow-moving kiss.
"Yew belong right here in me lap, honey."
"Maybe I do..." Devon moaned, somewhat short of breath.
That prolonged kiss must have really gotten to her.
Kristanna offered me a wicked, sultry glare. "Vy do not
yew get more comfortable, Jeremy? Take yewr pants off!"
"My pants?" I asked, caught off-guard by her suggestion.
"Ya," Kristanna nodded, as Devon cooed and giggled at the
idea. "Let us skip picnic and get right to da main course!"
Devon pointed toward the picnic basket that I still held
with my arm. "There is not even any food in it! It is full
of nothing but towels." I flipped open one of the wooden
flaps upon the top of the basket and sure enough, the only
thing I saw were towels. Devon looked at me and snickered,
"Did you really think that we wanted to have a picnic with
you, Jeremy? Krissy and me wanted to get you away from the
others for awhile. We want you to ourselves."
"Dat is kind of hard to do ven all Pamela and Amy vant is
to jump yewr bones," Kristanna commented.
"All you and Devon want is to jump my bones," I countered.
Kristanna nodded. "Dat is yust vat ve plan on doing!"
Kristanna grabbed the picnic basket from me and reached
inside, then pulled out a collection of towels. As Devon
scurried off of her lap, Kristanna spread one of the towels
out upon the sand in front of her. Devon promptly dropped
down to her knees on that towel, then yanked my trousers off.
"Oh yeah," Devon grinned with earnest, taking my semi-hard
shaft into her right hand and stroking it. "Let's get that
cock all nice and hard!" Devon moved her head to the base of
my newfound erection, then took its throbbing tip into her
mouth and offered it a quick, vigorous sucking.
I tossed my head back and sighed in response, but then
focused upon Kristanna. She was just a few feet away from
Devon and was in the process of getting rid of her clothing.
Her purple tank-top and black cotton shorts were gone in the
blink of an eye, as well as her bra and panties underneath.
I turned my attention back to Devon as her head started to
bob back-and-forth upon my aching cock. I closed my eyes and
growled as the heated sensations swirled all throughout me,
thanks to Devon's skilled mouth and hand. Soon, she was
licking my shaft like a lollipop in the open air while both
of her hands also tickled and played with my testicles.
Devon grasped the base of my cock with both hands and
began a hot, feverish sucking. I tossed my head back and
sighed once more, but soon was greeted by the sight of naked
Kristanna as she now stood beside me. As Devon continued to
orally worship my cock, Kristanna wrapped her arms around me
from the side and attached her lips to mine for a deep kiss.
Kristanna and I swapped both our lips and tongues together
in unison as Devon serviced my pulsating erection with her
wondrous mouth. I wrapped an arm around Kristanna and pulled
her closer to my frontside, so I could feel her firm breasts
upon my chest. As I did so, Kristanna wrapped her right arm
around my body and ran her long fingernails across my back,
thus sending shockwaves of pleasure down to my very core.
Suddenly, Kristanna dropped to her knees alongside her new
friend and lover, Devon, then took my happy cock into her
right hand and busily frigged it. As Kristanna did this,
Devon concentrated on licking and sucking my shaft's tip.
"Cum for me!" Devon demanded, taking my cock out of her
mouth. Now, both she and Kristanna stroked my shaft with
their hands. "Cum all over my face!"
I let loose a wild growl, then managed to steal a quick
peek as Devon had her face positioned directly in line with
my shaft. Kristanna was closeby - with her tongue extended -
as both ladies eagerly looked up at me.
Even as my cock exploded like a bottle rocket, Kristanna
and Devon continued to pump and frig away, and were rewarded
for their efforts with three heavy cum-shots. The first two
landed square on Devon's face, while the third splashed all
over Kristanna's hot tongue. That was just about perfect...
"Oh yes," Kristanna moaned as she and Devon then shared a
deep, sperm-filled kiss. "Dat hit da spot!"
"I want to suck on his cock some more," Devon sighed,
suddenly breaking her kiss with Kristanna. Devon quickly
took my deflated cock back into her mouth and began working
it into another heated frenzy with her fellatio work.
Kristanna was silent and motionless for a moment, but
then she backed away and positioned herself behind Devon.
Grinning, Kristanna suddenly offered Devon's denim-clad ass
a hard, back-handed slap, which surprised the hungry blonde.
Devon squealed and shot a look back at Kristanna, before
turning and taking my shaft back into her mouth. Seconds
later, however, Kristanna slapped her ass again. And again.
After a fourth blow, Devon squealed once more and shot
another glance Kristanna's way. "Stop that!" she grunted,
staring at the Norwegian for several seconds. Soon, Devon
latched her lips upon my cock and began sucking yet again.
"Yew know yew love it," Kristanna sneered, before she gave
Devon's ass a series of hard, unrelenting swats. Devon
finally screamed and in the process, turned toward Kristanna.
"Stop that!" she insisted, albeit in a playful tone.
Kristanna offered an innocent expression, but the very
second Devon turned to face my appreciative erection, the
naughty blonde smacked her ass yet again. This caused Devon
to turn and stare an absolute hole through Kristanna, who
only had these five words to say in defense of herself:
"Oops... I did it again."
This time, Devon brought Kristanna into her arms and held
her close, then screamed, "Get her, Jeremy!"
It was a playful and spirited attack as I knelt down on
the other side and started to unload with slap after slap
upon Kristanna's upturned ass. Devon used a moderate amount
of force to bring Kristanna over her lap. Then, I watched
as Devon now administered a harsh spanking to Kristanna. It
was very unique for me to see Devon be aggressive like this,
considering how sweet and overly docile she seemed to be.
Kristanna flailed about like a fish out of water but could
do nothing to escape Devon's loving clutches. I do not think
that she really wanted to escape, though. It seemed as if
Kristanna was having a wonderful time with Devon.
As I looked on and continued to admire the scenery, Devon
shoved Kristanna away from her lap and then helped roll her
onto her back. Perched upon her knees on the towel directly
behind Kristanna, Devon reached forward and latched onto her
girlfriend's long legs, and spread them far apart. Suddenly,
it appeared as if I had an open invitation to plunge myself
into that pussy. I would never forego such an opportunity...
"Fuck her, Jeremy," Devon encouraged me, trailing one of
her hands over and across Kristanna's firm, tight breasts.
"Fuck her for me. Fuck her HARD. Give her what she needs!"
"Vat yew need is a spanking!" Kristanna said to Devon,
an instant before I forged my way into her. The look upon
Kristanna's face changed accordingly. She tensed up and
glared at me with hot, smoldering eyes. "Yes, Jeremy. Oh
yes... hmmmmm. Dat feels so good..."
"Fuck her!" Devon squealed, and soon I was doing just
that. I thrusted myself in-and-out of Kristanna at a good,
brisk pace, my hard shaft invading the depths of her pussy.
Everything was going according to script until Devon pressed
her lips close to Kristanna's ear and whispered something
into it. Then, Kristanna whispered something in return to
Devon. A moment later, both ladies giggled and looked at me.
Devon maneuvered herself around so she was now behind me
upon the beach towel. She encircled my body with her arms
and pulled me (and my thrusting cock) away from Kristanna. I
was curious as to what was happening until Devon had me lay
down flat upon my back. When I did so, Kristanna swung one
leg over my pelvis - so she was straddling my hips upon her
knees. Eventually, she lowered herself onto my shaft. Its
head slipped into her pussy, which caused Kristanna to groan
out as she slowly nudged her way further downward. Soon, my
entire length was embedded deep inside of her.
Kristanna began riding me slowly, rocking back-and-forth
upon me. She reached down with both hands and used my chest
as her balancing point. The blonde then sighed in lust as
her gyrations and motions slowly but surely quickened.
Eventually, Kristanna squealed and cried in total arousal
as she was bouncing about at maximum speed. Her face flooded
with passion, Kristanna's modest, firm breasts flopped wildly
as she continued to scream out her approval.
Laying flat upon my back with an unobstructed view of the
beautiful Kristanna as she sat atop my erection and rode me
like a cowgirl, I was in pure Heaven right now. My shaft was
deep within the confines of her sweet, little pussy, filling
it to the absolute hilt. Could life be any better?
Yes, as a matter of fact... it could.
As if having one gorgeous woman was not enough, I was
quickly reminded that there another present here as well.
From seemingly out of nowhere, Devon swung a leg over my
face and then lowered her pussy to my mouth. Instinctively,
my tongue went to work - lapping away at Devon's wetness.
Obviously, she had gotten rid of her shorts and G-string
during the time Kristanna mounted my cock. All that she had
on right now, in fact, was a white bra. So quite obviously,
Devon had disposed of her yellow blouse, too.
Devon responded to my oral probing by cupping her full
breasts with both hands and offering them healthy squeezes.
Her entire body squirmed and writhed about atop my tongue.
"OH ME GOD!" Kristanna roared, still bouncing about
wildly upon my cock. "I am... I am gonna CUM!" Kristanna
settled down upon my erection and then screamed out at the
absolute top of her lungs, "FUUUUUCK! I AM CUMMING!"
"Cum inside of her pussy!" Devon told me, as Kristanna
experienced the ultimate in pleasure and release atop me.
I heeded Devon's words and released the inner grip I had
on myself, which allowed my cock to explode and coat the
lush depths of Kristanna's exquisite pussy with my sperm.
After both of us rocked together for several seconds in
mutual climax, Kristanna took a very deep breath and then
dislodged herself from my shaft. Still nestled atop my
face, Devon leaned all the way down and grasped my cock
with her hand and stroked it tenderly. She took my shaft
into her mouth, her tongue leisurely twirling across it.
Still, I had Devon's prime and delicate pussy staring me
right in the face. Even though my body felt as if it had
been drained because of that hot coupling with Kristanna, I
continued to lick and swipe away at Devon's lush, damp folds.
Needless to say, her little pussy was absolutely scrumptious.
The feast was taken away from me, however, as Devon
suddenly removed her pussy from my face. It was replaced
with her own face. Devon nestled down on top of me and
pressed her lips to mine, offering me a full, deep kiss. I
moaned as waves of sensations swirled throughout all of my
soul. Soon, I was embracing Devon with both arms. I never
felt like letting her go, either!
Kristanna wrapped her arms around Devon and yours truly
from the side, then began to splay a series of wild kisses
upon both of our faces and necks. I was the first to turn
and meet her lips with my own. Kristanna ravaged my mouth
with hers, perhaps enjoying the sweet taste of Devon's pussy
upon my lips and tongue more than anything else.
"Now dis is da high life!" Kristanna cooed once our kiss
was finally broken, splitting her glances between both Devon
and me. As all three of us lounged upon the west beach with
the afternoon sun all hot and glaring overhead, Kristanna
seemed deliriously happy as she said in her native tongue,
"Jeg vil tilbringe resten av livet mitt med begge dere to!"
Devon was suddenly lost. "Uhh... excuse me?"
"It's Norwegian," I informed her.
"What does it mean?"
Kristanna purred like a kitten and proclaimed, "Yew vill
find out ven da time is right, Devvy. Trust me on dat..."
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