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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 8 of ?? - Completely re-written
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During the first five days of the ladies' stay here in my
little haven of paradise, everything had been absolutely
perfect. The collection of smiling faces, not to mention
the lovely women, was the perfect elixir for the loneliness
I had felt over the past several years. I felt so lively
and energized inside simply because of their presence. With
the return of Kristanna just yesterday, things were looking
up even more. It seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
So imagine my disappointment - as well as my shock - when
Lisa approached me early Tuesday and informed me that she no
longer wanted to stay on the island. She wanted to go home.
The radiant young woman explained that she had no problems
with me or any of the other ladies. Lisa's sole problem was
that she was feeling an extreme level of homesickness. Lisa
said that not only did she miss her family back in Illinois,
but also the older, married couple with whom she had a close,
intimate relationship with. "I know I just arrived here last
week," Lisa told me, a distraught expression upon her face.
"If it isn't too much to ask, I really want to go home."
It seemed as though Lisa expected me to be upset with her.
Instead, the opposite happened. I explained to her that I
understood her feelings completely. It was only natural for
her to miss not only her family, but her love interests as
well (the married couple she spoke about last evening). I
wanted Lisa to stay, I told her, but would never stand in her
way (or any of the other ladies' way, for that matter) if she
preferred to return home to her family.
Lisa then expanded upon her reasoning by saying that she
had lived with her family for all 20 years of her life. She
thought that spending ten consecutive weeks away from them,
with the opportunity of $500,000 at the end, would be a lot
easier than it turned out to be.
But after a mere six days, Lisa said that she had a new
appreciation for her family. The blonde did not know how
much they truly meant to her until she had spent an extended
amount of time away from them. "I'm sorry, but I'll go crazy
if I stay here and don't see my family for nine more weeks."
Lisa also spoke of that older couple that she had a close
relationship with. "Their names are Jack and Kim. They are
much older - 54 and 46 - than me. I do admit that I have a
purely sexual relationship with them, but I miss them, too."
"You and everyone here, Jeremy, have been wonderful to me.
Trish, my room-mate... she is a very special girl. I won't
have any negative thoughts or recollections about this island
of yours. It's so beautiful. It's just not the right place
for me at this point in my life. I need to go back home."
I told Lisa that I would have her on an airline flight
back to the United States within a couple of hours. After
our discussion ended, Lisa went back to her guest suite to
pack all of her belongings while I called the airport in
Lima and booked her reservations. I also got into contact
with my friend who owned the helicopter, and told him that I
needed his services again. Will said he would be here to
pick Lisa up and take her to the airport at precisely 9:30am.
For their time and effort, I promised all of the ladies
before they arrived on the island $50,000 each, with a shot
at $500,000 at the end - provided that they stay the entire
ten weeks. It was also written into their contracts that if,
for any reason, one of them wanted to leave early, that woman
would receive no financial compensation whatsoever.
However, I could not send Lisa home empty-handed. With
over a billion dollars to my name, I would feel too guilty.
So I dipped into my private vault and came up with $10,000
in cash for her. She could put it toward college tuition,
which was her primary reason for coming here to begin with.
* * *
There were tears when Trish and Lisa embraced for the
final time, and said their good-byes. Even though they had
been together for less than a week, these two ladies seemed
quite close with one another. Sharing the same bed night
after night can do that to two people in a real hurry.
Lisa traded hugs and kisses with the other ladies as well
before I loaded all of her luggage into my Jeep. A moment
later, she and I were en route for the helicopter landing
pad on the opposite side of the island.
The 20-year-old promised that she would reimburse me for
the cost of her airline ticket, as well as the helicopter
pilot's fee, in the near future. Imagine Lisa's surprise
when I informed her that there was no need for her to pay me
back. I then presented Lisa with $10,000 in cash - and told
her to keep it. Totally shocked at my level of generosity,
Lisa tried to give the money back, but I would not accept it.
Once we reached the heli-pad, the chopper was waiting for
her and I paid the pilot his standard fee. There were tears
in Lisa's brown eyes as she offered me a hug and a kiss. I
wished her the absolute best of luck in the future. I also
told Lisa that if she needed any help - at anytime - I was
just a telephone call away. Even though she had been here
for a mere six days, I felt forever debted to Lisa because
she was one of the ladies who had made my life better. I
would do anything for her, as well as all of the others.
I smiled and waved as the helicopter eventually rose into
the air and then dashed off. Inside, however, I had to fight
back a tear of my own. I did not want Lisa to leave. I did
not want any of my angels to leave me. Once the helicopter
disappeared over the horizon seconds later, I realized the
finality of it. I would never see Lisa again.
* * *
It had already been a hectic day when I barely made it to
the 10:00am breakfast on time. The six remaining ladies
(Kristanna included) were present and ready to sink their
teeth into the scrumptious buffet which had been laid out in
front of them by Louisa, the housekeeper. At the same time,
though, there seemed to be a gloomy nature around the formal
dining room. Trish was quite despondent because Lisa had
left so suddenly. The others were sharing in the pain, too.
My philosophy for these ten weeks was that everything had
to be perfect. I wanted nothing negative to happen during
the ladies' stay. Unfortunately, Lisa's departure ruined my
illusion of grandeur. So perhaps a more realistic goal was
that negativity had to kept at an absolute minimum.
Before I sat down for breakfast myself, I decided to
address the girls on the situation at hand. "I'm certain
Trish has told all of you about Lisa, and that she left us
earlier this morning." The ladies nodded their heads in
unison, with subdued expressions. "This news has obviously
made all of us feel sad and depressed." I paused and added,
"I don't like these types of feelings floating around the
island. All of us are here to have a good time while we are
together. We don't need to feel any sadness."
"I only knew Lisa since last Thursday," Trish said, "but
I already cared about her a great deal. I can't say I'm
surprised about her decision, though. She did seem kind of
distant from the rest of us - like, in a different world."
"Lisa missed her home life the very moment she left it," I
countered, looking at Trish. "She told me all about it this
morning before I sent her back the States. She is extremely
close to her parents, and the rest of her family. She has a
younger brother and sister, too. Lisa also missed her love
interests, Jack and Kim, more than she had anticipated."
"I heard they are her Master and Mistress," Amy cooed.
After that remark caught me a bit off-guard, I cleared my
throat and continued, "As I was saying, I do not like bad
feelings going around the island. I would like to know if
any of you are having second thoughts about coming to the
island with me for these ten weeks." Fortunately, no one
spoke up. "Amy and Stephanie still live with their family,
just like Lisa." I looked at both of them.
"I miss my family, sure," Stephanie said. "But I don't
miss them enough to go back home to them. I'm having the
time of my life here on the island. I don't want to leave."
Amy chimed in, "I'm old enough - 27 - to be away from my
family for a few months. I don't have a problem handling it.
Besides, it's about time I branch out in life anyway."
"I live with my family too," Devon chimed in. "But you
don't have to worry about me missing them. I'm glad to be
away from my family. I don't get along with them at all."
"Yes, dear... you've told me that in the past," were my
words. "That's why I did not include you in my question."
One of these days, I wanted to know what Devon's problem was
with her parents. Why were they at odds with her?
I turned toward Pamela and Trish, and spoke, "One of you
has a room-mate while the other lives alone. Do either of
you have a hunger to return to your real lives just yet?"
Fortunately, both of them shook their head.
"Excellent," was my response. "Of course, feelings may
change in the future and if they do, please come to me and
we'll talk about it. I just hope it doesn't come to that.
All of us are depressed about Lisa leaving, and I don't want
anyone else to go, either. I want all of you to stay until
it is time to go home, which is nine weeks from now."
"We're all here for the rest of the summer," Pamela said
in a confident tone. "I think I speak for everybody."
"Who is going to be my room-mate now?" Trish asked.
"You can move in with us, sweetheart," Devon said, which
brought a smile to Trish's face. "I'm sure Stephanie would
not mind sharing our bed with you."
"Not at all," the beautiful brunette grinned.
"What about Kristanna?" Amy suggested. "Trish could move
in and room with her."
"Either one of those plans sound good for tonight," I told
the group, "but tomorrow evening, I hope that a replacement
for Lisa will be arriving here."
"A replacement?" Pamela asked, puzzled.
"Yes, indeed," I answered. "Someone to take her spot on
the island. I like the arrangements of two ladies to each
room. Hopefully, she and Trish can hit it off and become
even closer than Trish was with Lisa. If not, I'll have to
come up with something creative for the room assignments."
"I get along with pretty much everybody," Trish nodded.
"Whoever this person is, I'm sure we'll be fine together."
"What can you tell us about her?" Amy asked. "I mean, I
assume this person is a woman? You did say `she'."
"Yes," I replied. "A woman, though I don't know who she
is quite yet." Everyone looked at me with confused eyes as
I focused my attention upon Trish. "That is where I was
hoping that you would come in, dear. Just as I thoroughly
screened and interviewed you and everyone else here before
your arrival, I did the same to others. I have a list of
women, complete with photographs and bios, on my computer."
I paused and added, "I figure since we're talking about
your future room-mate here, Trish, that you should choose
her. How does that sound? You can look through my list of
applicants and choose which one suits you the best."
"How many applicants are there?" she wondered.
"Thousands," I laughed, which nearly gave the Canadian a
heart attack. "But don't fret or go berzerk. You only have
to look through 14. I already have my top 20 choices loaded
up and ready to go on my computer screen in my suite. You
and the others - all six - came from that group, so there
are only 14 women for you to look through and decide about."
"Kristanna was an applicant too?" Devon wondered.
"Oh, no," I replied, shaking my head. "By saying six, I
included Lisa. Devon, Pamela, Amy, Stephanie, Trish and
Lisa. Kristanna has been a friend of mine for three years."
"Tree long years," the Norwegian giggled, her sexy accent
sending a chill down my spine. "How I lasted dis long vid
Jeremy as me friend is, how yew say, beyond comprehension."
"I would love to pick who my room-mate will be," Trish
nodded, answering my earlier question. "It may take awhile,
though. I'll be worried about choosing the right woman."
"How did you and Jeremy meet, Kristanna?" Devon asked.
"I vas visiting inca ruins in Peru with me family," she
replied. "Mum and dad alvays vanted to tour Machu Picchu.
One day I met Jeremy in da village outside da temple. He
vas touring dere, too. Ve started talking and I decided to
stay an extra veek after me parents vent home. I vent to
dis island wid Jeremy and fell in love wid da place."
"And ever since then," I chimed in, "Kristanna and I have
been the best of friends. She has probably been here to see
me 50 or 60 times over the past three years."
"What is Machu Picchu?" Stephanie 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 also 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 grinned. "This island,
Norway, California. You must be a world traveler."
"I have many frequent flyer miles," Kristanna laughed.
"Machu Picchu sounds like an interesting place," Stephanie
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 it in the future."
"When can I pick my new room-mate?" Trish wondered. "I
am anxious to look through that list of yours, Jeremy."
"After breakfast, dear," were my words.
"If you're bringing some new girl to the island to room
with Trish," Pamela said to me, "what about Kristanna? Is
she going to have a room-mate or not?"
"Maybe Jeremy will be her room-mate," Amy speculated.
"They did stay together last night, you know."
"Kristanna CANNOT keep Jeremy all to herself," Devon
insisted, which made me smile. Devon was my favorite.
"Actually, to let yew in on a secret," Kristanna mused,
"da idea is for Jeremy to spend da night vid a different
girl every night. Like rotation system... yew know? Den I
stay wid room-mate dat is wid Jeremy."
"That sounds really interesting!" Pamela grinned.
"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, "And Jeremy has a really nice cock."
"A couple of days for you without a cock?" Pamela sneered.
"Amy, I'm surprised you last a couple of hours without one."
I guess the only good thing about Lisa wanting to leave
was that she did it relatively early. If Lisa were to pop
into my suite after say... six weeks, instead of six days,
the anguish of losing her would have been more difficult to
deal with simply because everyone would have grown much more
attached to her. Six days was bad enough for us as it was.
The remainder of breakfast was just the way I wanted it
to be - casual and friendly. More than anything, I think
the girls knew they had to move on from Lisa's departure.
They weren't about to let it dampen their spirits for an
extended period of time. I still feared some lingering
effects for Trish, though - since she was closest to Lisa.
* * *
Wanting to help Louisa, the 75-year-old housekeeper, I
began to clear the breakfast table of all dishes and trays.
Amy, who worked as a waitress in her suburban Cincinnati
hometown, decided to pitch in and help me with the clean-up
too. Trish, who was waiting to look through the portfolios
on my computer, also gave us a helping hand.
Devon, Pamela, Stephanie and Kristanna all said they were
going to change into their bikinis and then go down to the
beach for a day of fun and swimming. 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 both Trish's cheek and mine, then
smiled and sashayed off to her room to change.
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 27-year-old 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.
"I think there goes my real breakfast," Trish offered, as
her dark eyes were also trained upon Amy until she eventually
disappeared around the corner. "Yum..."
"Trish!" I openly scorned her, albeit playfully.
* * *
"How am I supposed to pick and choose which of these
girls that I want?" Trish asked me, perhaps 20 minutes
later, as she and I sat in front of the computer within my
personal suite. "All of them are drop-dead gorgeous!"
"Take your time," I advised her, as she used the computer
mouse to click through all the photographs and biographies
of the 14 various ladies. The busty Canadian did not seem
anywhere close to a decision.
"This is too hard," she fretted, shaking her head. "Look
at all these women. Stacy, Torrie, Gabrielle, Angelina,
Sarah, Michelle, Alyssa, Lindsay, Cindy, Jamie, Erika, Gwen,
Mindy, Kiana... they're all so beautiful! And from all the
extra information you have about them, Jeremy, they seem to
be beautiful women on the inside, too! ALL OF THEM!"
"It could be worse for you," I told her, grinning. "You
could have 20 women to sort through instead of 14. I chose
you and the others from this very same group."
"This is too hard," she reiterated. "I have always liked
tall, leggy women - and Stacy is definitely that. Torrie
has an awesome body. Gabrielle looks like a Seniorita out
of my wildest dreams. Cindy, Erika and Jamie are gorgeous
blondes. Gwen, Michelle, Alyssa and Lindsay all look like
college cheerleader sweethearts. Angelina, Mindy, Kiana -
gothic princesses. And Sarah is a red-head - like Amy."
As Trish extolled the virtues of all the many women that
she was currently debating over, I did the same for her.
I smiled as in my mind, I admired Trish's vast beauty.
Soft brown 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 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 beautiful face of hers,
but she also had a winning smile which could brighten even
the darkest of rooms. Trish could truly be a super-model if
she wanted to give the profession a try.
But the 26-year-old also had a charming personality and
infectious attitude which drew others to her. I find myself
thinking this about all of the ladies here, but it was the
truth. All of them were very friendly and easy-going. The
only one who seemed to have an edge about her was Amy, but
that can be discussed at a later time.
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 truly indicated that she was a very
warm-hearted and loving kind of woman.
"I think I've narrowed my choices down," Trish eventually
said, which brought me out of my inner thoughts. "All of
these girls are winners, but I think that I have trimmed the
list down to two - Lindsay and Alyssa."
"You must like tender, fragile-looking blondes, dear," I
smiled. "They don't get that way much more than these two.
Who do you like more? Lindsay is a 19-year-old from Ohio.
Alyssa is the 22-year-old from California. From my telephone
conversations with her, Lindsay was incredibly sweet. Alyssa
seemed to have a bit of an attitude, but there is nothing
wrong with that. I would compare her to Amy that way."
"Can I have both of them?" Trish asked, half-serious.
"It's best that you pick one," was my response.
"Hmmmmm..." she softly purred, browsing through Lindsay
and Alyssa's photographs once more. "Decisions, decisions.
Lindsay looks like she is no older than 15. Are you sure
that she is actually 19, Jeremy?"
I laughed at Trish's familiar words and told her, "I had
the same, exact suspicions about Lindsay, dear, so I checked
her out and had her age verified. Yes, she is actually 19."
"I would worry about Lindsay's age," Trish mused. "I
trust that she is 19 like you say, but I would worry about
her maturity. I know a couple of 19-year-olds at the health
club where I work. They're not all that mature."
"Age has nothing to do with maturity," were my words. "At
least, in my mind. There are people in their 40's and 50's
who still act like teen-agers - and vice versa."
"True," Trish nodded. "On the other hand, Lindsay looks
downright irresistible." She paused and continued, "Alyssa
is beautiful, too. Lindsay is 5-foot-3, Alyssa 5-foot-7. I
have always preferred women who are taller than me. Alyssa
has me beat by a good three inches." Trish turned toward me
and asked, "How did you go about choosing all of us?"
I smiled and replied, "By sitting in front of this very
computer for hours at a time and waging a war in my mind.
Lindsay or Amy? Alyssa or Pamela? Torrie or Trish? You
can throw all names and combinations into it - I debated
everyone. But... I think I chose the perfect six."
"I'm glad to be part of that group," Trish grinned. "If
you didn't pick me, I'd be running the jazzercise class at
the health club right now. Instead, I'm a guest on a truly
beautiful island. Thank you, Jeremy."
"Thank you for being a guest to begin with," I countered.
"I'm just glad that you and the others are here."
"Ohhhhh..." Trish moaned, shaking her head. "Lindsay is
irresistible, for sure, but I think I am going to go with
Alyssa. I have a feeling she will be a better fit for me."
"Are you sure about that?" I confirmed. "Is Alyssa the
girl you want to choose? Not Lindsay? Or any of the others
that you browsed through? I want you to be positive."
Trish hesitated for a moment and then changed her mind.
"Oh... I think I better choose Lindsay! I just look at her
picture here and think that she is so irresistible!"
I laughed at Trish's words and said, "You're positive?
Lindsay is the girl that you want now?"
"Yes," she nodded in a confidant tone. "Yes. She is my
decision... Lindsay. I think it's really sweet of you to let
me pick my new room-mate like this, Jeremy."
"I figured you should pick the one who interests you the
most," I told her. "Only seems fair that way." I picked up
the telephone and said, "Now let's call Lindsay and give her
an invitation for the next nine weeks. She seemed very
interested in coming here during our prior conversations.
So... I don't think convincing her will be a problem."
* * *
My conversation with Lindsay went according to plan. The
19-year-old from Cincinnati remembered filling out the long
and detailed questionnaire/application for my island several
months ago. Lindsay was disappointed that I did not choose
her among the original group of ladies, but did not show any
hesitation whatsoever when I offered her a late invitation.
I explained to Lindsay (whose voice sounded sweet as silk)
that she would still be eligible to win the $500,000 grand
prize once the following nine weeks were up. She was also
guaranteed $50,000 for staying here for the duration of those
nine weeks. She seemed a bit worried that I would want to
prorate her earnings by taking a week away (cut it down to
$45,000), but I promised that I would never do that to her.
I explained to Lindsay that I would book her on a flight
from Cincinnati to Chicago to Los Angeles, then to Lima for
tomorrow morning. I also told her that I would call her a
bit later on with all the information that she would need.
Before our conversation ended, however, Lindsay asked me
if I was willing to forward her some of the money. Normally
I would not have done this (because I'm not the trustworthy
type), but Lindsay explained how her family was in a bit of
a crisis and could really use an influx of money right now.
Whatever resistance I had to her request crumbled when
Lindsay said that her father had passed away 18 months ago.
She lived with her mother and three sisters (two older, one
younger), and all of them were struggling to make it in life.
Lindsay's mother worked two jobs, while trying to help put
the 19-year-old through college. Lindsay and her trio of
sisters all worked 40 hours a week, but their jobs were not
that good and money was scarce.
"It's all we can do to pay the bills since my father died
in December of 2000," Lindsay told me. "Your island does
sound like a good vacation for me, yes, but the only reason
I want to go there is the $50,000 guarantee. I can't tell
you how much it will help my family. Nor can I tell you how
much of a boost it would be if you were to forward half of
it to my mom's bank account as soon as you possibly can. I
would appreciate it so much. Don't worry - I'll show up to
eventually collect the other $25,000, and hopefully, the
$500,000 big prize at the end. I won't stiff you. I can't."
* * *
"What was that about you forwarding 25 grand within an
hour to her?" Trish asked moments later, once I hung the
telephone up. "I thought we all had to wait to be paid..."
I proceeded to convey the story about Lindsay and her
family being in a bind for money right now. Obviously,
Trish did not like hearing the negative details.
"That's so awful," Trish pouted, her eyes squinted. "Did
it happen recently?"
"18 months ago... a few weeks before Christmas," was my
response. "Lindsay was only 17 then."
"Oh God..." Trish whined, looking distraught. "I'm 26
and could never imagine losing one of my parents. But this
girl lost her father when she was just 17. That's terrible.
Makes me wish that I could give my own mom and dad a big hug
right now, and tell them how much they mean to me."
I smiled and offered, "Lindsay doesn't seem overly sad or
depressed about it. It did happen a long time ago. Her
problem now is that she just needs the money for her family.
That's why I agreed to forward half of it to her mom today."
I paused and said, "You can't hug your parents right now,
Trish, because you are thousands of miles away from them."
I handed her the telephone and added, "But you can call them
and let them know how you feel. Go ahead... do it."
Trish smiled as she took the telephone from me. "Thank
you, Jeremy. That is the best idea I've heard all day." I
nodded my head in agreement as she dialed the number to her
Canadian family. "Again, thank you. Hi Mom, it's me..."
* * *
Squirming around like a fish out of water, Trish stood
before me with both hands clasped together at her waist as
she looked at me with a besought expression. "Jeremy," the
lovely blonde begged, "please, please, please! PLEASE...
please take me to the airport so I can meet Lindsay when she
gets off her plane. I can't wait to meet her. Please!"
In just five hours, Lindsay's flight from Los Angeles was
due to land at the airport on the mainland. As a result,
Trish had naturally been somewhat hyper and excited ever
since she made Lindsay her choice nearly 24 hours ago.
The blonde was not exaggerating when she said that she
could not wait to meet her new room-mate, Lindsay. Trish had
been pestering me for the past hour or two, wanting me to
take her to the mainland (via the big boat) so we could meet
up with Lindsay once she stepped off of her flight.
On the other hand, I had already made plans for Lindsay to
be escorted here to the island. Will, a friend of mine who
owned a helicopter, was paid good money to see that Lindsay
make it from the airport to the island all safe and sound.
Plus, I really did not feel like taking the big boat to the
mainland today. It took four hours just to get there!
However, Trish's whines and pleas for me to see things
her way were quite powerful - and convincing.
"Come on, Jeremy," she continued, still begging me. "I
can't wait to meet Lindsay! Please take me to the airport.
I want to meet her so bad! I don't want to wait any longer
than I have to. Please, please, please... PLEASE!"
"Oh... okay, sweetheart," I told her, finally giving in.
The 26-year-old's response was an excited squeal, followed
by a series of bunny-rabbit jumps and hops. Really now...
was there any possible way that I could turn Trish down?
"Thank you, Jeremy!" Trish exclaimed, reaching out and
grabbing onto my wrists with her hands. "Thank you so much!"
"This Lindsay girl must be someone very special," Pamela
observed, as she sat at the dining room table along with
Devon, Amy, Stephanie and Kristanna. All of them had been a
witness to Trish's desperate pleas and happy squeals.
"She IS someone very special," Trish chimed in, looking
at Pamelae. "I can feel it in my heart."
"She is very pretty," Kristanna offered. "I remember her
from da computer. All of yew girls vill like her."
"I'm sure that we'll all like her," Devon nodded.
I looked down at Trish and smiled at her. "Why don't
you go and get ready, dear? Wear something a bit warm too,
because the winds out on the ocean can get pretty strong.
We're gonna be open to them out on the boat."
"Thank you," Trish reiterated, leaning upwards and
planting her lips upon mine for a gentle kiss. "Thank you
SO MUCH, Jeremy. I don't know if I can ever re-pay you for
this, but I'll try." She wiggled out of my arms and then
shuffled off to her room, in order to change her clothing.
"I vill stay here on da island wid da odders," Kristanna
told me. "Don't vorry yewr little head, Jeremy. I vill make
sure everyone is kept busy vhile yew are avay."
"My little head?" I asked, feigning anger.
* * *
It was 3:30pm when Trish and I, in the 62-foot-long
catamaran boat, shoved off from the island's harbor. The
trip to the mainland would take four hours, and the bus-ride
to the airport would span about a good 15 or 20 minutes.
Lindsay's flight was scheduled to arrive at 8:00pm, so there
wouldn't be much time for either Trish or myself to spare.
During the cruise to the mainland, Trish and I got to
know one another on a much deeper level. She told me about
her family in Canada, and what it was like to grow up there.
It did not seem that different from my own upbringing.
Interestingly enough, Trish said that she was a fanatic
when it came to professional hockey - and more specifically,
the local Toronto team. I told her that I did not follow
hockey, which prompted her to openly wonder why. "It's the
best sport there is," she informed me. From the comfort of
my island, I told her, I enjoyed professional basketball the
most. I followed baseball and football, too. Unfortunately,
Trish had no interest whatsoever in my favorite sports.
But it was good to see that the young woman had taken my
advice. Instead of a tank-top and a pair of shorts - her
standard choice of attire while on the island - Trish had
dressed a bit warmer. While out in the open ocean like
this, the wind can swirl and be quite chilly at times.
Trish wore a pair of faded denim jeans which hugged and
clutched her rounded, lush hips in a most wondrous manner.
The shape and contour of her ass was on total display.
In addition, Trish wore a windbreaker jacket, along with
a light blue sweater underneath. It was the first time that
I had saw her in anything but very light, casual attire, or
simply nothing at all. I really had to fight the urge to
stop the boat right there, and drill Trish with my cock.
She looked extremely sexy to me in such "regular" clothing.
The highlight of the trip to the mainland, at least for
me, was when I allowed Trish to steer the boat. I stood
directly behind her and kept my body close to hers, while
planting delicate angel kisses upon her neck and shoulders.
Giggling and squirming about slightly, Trish certainly did
not mind my forward actions. I was thankful for that.
She seemed to moan and sag against me for an instant when
I prodded my full erection upon her luscious ass. Though
both of us were fully clothed, the sexual tension between
Trish and I seemed to reach a sudden fever pitch. Soon, I
told myself, I had to sink my cock into this gorgeous woman.
The same could be said for Stephanie. She and Trish were
the only women on the island that I had not experienced in
a sexual encounter yet. Hopefully, that would soon change.
* * *
Perhaps this should not come as any great surprise, but
Lindsay's flight from Los Angeles was a bit late. It touched
down on the runway at 8:25pm, and did not taxi up to the
terminal gate until a good 20 minutes later.
As could be expected, Trish was both nervous and anxious
as passengers began filing out of the large aircraft. In
the middle of the massive throng of travelers was a single
blonde and extremely beautiful woman, who wore a simple, yet
eye-popping outfit, which consisted of a white blouse, beige
mini-skirt and black high-heeled shoes.
Obviously realizing that this woman was going to be her
room-mate on the island, Trish weaved herself through the
oncoming passengers and finally made her way up to Lindsay.
Though I could not hear what was said between them, Trish
obviously introduced herself to Lindsay and shook her hand in
a friendly manner. Lindsay said something in return, then
glanced around the huge terminal as if she were looking for
someone. Perhaps she was, because Trish pointed my way and
then guided the interested 19-year-old over to me.
It was at this exact moment in time when I was, at least
temporarily, blown away by Lindsay's physical appearance. I
was totally captivated by her innocent, sweet-cheeks face,
and that little, oh-so-luscious frame of hers. Like Devon,
Lindsay was 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds. Unlike Devon, however,
Lindsay's breasts were small and seemingly underdeveloped.
Their overall lack of size did nothing but accentuate the
19-year-old's youthfulness to an even greater extent.
With the help of a pink ribbon, Lindsay's long-flowing
blonde hair was slicked back into a pony-tail, her bangs
hung sweetly just above her eyebrows. Her lips sparkled
with a gentle shade of pink gloss. That was the extent of
her mascara, however. Lindsay was naturally beautiful.
The white blouse and accompanying beige mini-skirt that
Lindsay wore looked absolutely marvelous upon her nubile,
young body. The little mini-skirt, inparticular, hugged and
clutched her precious ass and firm, doe-like thighs in the
most luscious of ways. Everything about Lindsay, it seemed,
was absolutely perfect - at least in my eyes.
"You must be Jeremy," Lindsay said with a grin, extending
her hand after she had closed the distance between us. I
shook it in a friendly manner while offering my most gracious
smile. "It is very nice to meet you."
"It is nice to meet you as well," I returned, trying to
harness my emotions. "Did your mother get that money I wired
to her bank account?"
"Yes, she did," Lindsay nodded. "Thank you. I can't tell
you how much that will help our family." She hesitated for
a brief moment, then laughed softly and encircled both arms
around my neck and shoulders in a light embrace.
"You're very welcome," I nodded, gently patting her on
the shoulder once the embrace ended. For that brief moment
in time, of course, everything was right in my own universe.
I needed to wrap my arms around her body more often.
"Where's my hug?" Trish asked with a playful pout, her
lower lip bulging outward, as she glared at Lindsay.
The young lady giggled and returned, "I would like to hug
you, yes, but not in such a public place." She looked around
the crowded airport and added, "You can hit me up for a hug
once we're in someplace more private, okay?"
Trish feigned disappointment for a moment or two, but
soon she squealed with genuine surprise as I encircled my own
arms around her voluptuous body and held her rather tightly.
"There is your hug," I said, releasing her. "Happy now?"
"Not really," she returned, teasing me with a pair of
puppy-dog eyes. "I was hoping for a hug from Lindsay."
"Ahh... no one knows me anyway," the sexy teen-ager said,
shaking her head, before she offered Trish that elusive hug.
"Let all these Peru people think what they want about me."
"Now I feel much better!" Trish squealed once their warm
embrace finally came to a conclusion. "Hopefully there is
more - much more, in fact, where that came from."
Lindsay offered Trish a knowing smile, but then turned her
attention toward me and said, "I need something to eat. Are
there any food concessions or stands in this airport?"
"The trip to the island is four hours by boat," I told
her in response. "I would like to get into the water and
headed back home as quickly as possible. We won't get back
until well after midnight already. There is plenty of food
and drinks for you on the boat, dear."
"I thought a helicopter was going to take me," she said.
"We're going by boat? Why the change in plans?"
"Trish wanted to meet you immediately," I answered. "So
I gave in, and brought here her by boat. The original plan
was for my pilot friend to escort you to the island."
"I've been in the air a little too much today," Lindsay
told me. "And besides, I enjoy boating anyway. Point me
toward the baggage claim and let's get to that island of
yours. You have made it out to be some sort of paradise. I
want to finally see it with my own two eyes."
"Trust me," Trish said, grabbing Lindsay by the wrist and
then guiding her toward the baggage claim area. "The island
is a million times more beautiful and exotic than you could
ever possibly dream. I speak from experience. I had high
expectations too, but I was completely blown away when I saw
it for the first time." She paused and added, "Wait until
you see the mansion! It's like a big palace!"
"Now I'm intrigued," Lindsay grinned. "Very intrigued."
* * *
"I've always been fascinated by the stars," I heard
Trish say, as she and Lindsay sat atop the sun-deck upon the
big boat. We were en route for the island, and the sun had
already gone down. Without a cloud in sight, the whole sky
was decorated with beautiful stars and constellations.
"When I was little," Trish continued, "I would go out at
night and look up at the stars. I always wondered if there
were other people living on them. Aliens, you know."
With the ocean waters unusually calm and still tonight,
I could plainly hear Lindsay and Trish as they spoke with
each other. I would love to be up on the sun-deck with
them, of course, but someone needed to steer the boat.
"I used to do the same thing," Lindsay said. "My dad,
before he passed away, would point out the stars and tell me
their names. He knew a lot about them, and constellations."
She paused and said, "Looking at the stars is so peaceful."
My eyes grew big as I heard the two ladies share a kiss.
Along with their lips grinding together and the unmistakable
suction and gentle moaning sounds, I knew they were kissing.
It looked as though these two were hitting it off with each
other rather quickly, which was excellent.
"Hmmmmm," Trish sighed seconds later. "Wonderful."
Call it sweet torture if you wish, but I had to listen to
the sounds of Lindsay and Trish giggle and kiss one another
for the entire trip back to the island. Normally I enjoyed
such things, of course, but I considered it somewhat similar
to (sweet) torture because I could not go up to the sundeck
and join in on their fun. I had to steer the boat. #%@&!
When we finally reached the island, the time was 12:55am.
I gathered Lindsay's many suitcases from the boat, and loaded
them up onto the Jeep. The whole time, Lindsay and Trish
were cuddled close together in the front seat of the Jeep,
holding hands and trading tender, affectionate kisses. It
seemed as though they were already in love with each other...
As I drove the Jeep up to the mansion, Trish told Lindsay
that she and Lisa had been room-mates on the island during
the past week. Lindsay was curious as to why Lisa wanted to
leave, but certainly understood once Trish informed her that
she had missed her family too much.
"I'm going to miss my family too," Lindsay nodded, before
she turned toward Trish and openly smiled at her. "But I
think that I am going to have a wonderful summer vacation -
provided, of course, that I get to spend it with you."
"I may not let you out of my sight," Trish grinned. "I
guess it's too bad we got back to the island so late, Lindsay.
There's not much to see, in terms in scenery, in the dark.
At least you get to see the inside of the mansion, though."
"You can give me a tour of the island tomorrow," Lindsay
said to her new girlfriend. "How does that sound?"
"Perfect," the Canadian grinned. "I'd love to."
* * *
"God..." I moaned, my body sore and aching, as I made my
way into my personal suite around the unholy time of 1:15am.
"What a day," I added, shaking my head. Things would have
been so much better if Trish did not persuade me into taking
her on the big boat to the mainland so she could meet Lindsay
right off the airplane. Will, the helicopter pilot, could
have had her here in no time at all. Instead, Trish and I
spent eight long hours out on the water.
Though I wasn't too happy about the trip, I certainly did
not clue Trish or Lindsay in concerning my feelings. I was
not the type of person to express any dissatisfaction while
in the presence of beautiful ladies - especially to 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 collection
of ladies angry or upset at me. The best way to avoid that,
I figured, was to always give in and do whatever they wanted.
"Even if it means being on the water forever," I groaned
outloud, shaking my head once more. I even let out a small
cry and added, "It's after one o'clock, for God's sake!"
As I turned the corner and was about to fall face-first
into my comfortable bed, I suddenly froze up, and my eyes
nearly exploded at what they saw in front of me.
Lounging upon that very bed was the wicked Amy, who did
not have a single stitch of clothing on her fabulous body.
Perched upon her side, she propped her head up with an
elbow and offered me a beguiling smile, while using her
other hand to massage the cleft between her creamy thighs.
"What are you doing here?" I managed to get out, admiring
her flame-red hair as it was braided in a stylish way. Not
only was I surprised with Amy's mere presence, but my heart
was suddenly beating at a rapid rate of speed. Indeed, what
was Amy doing here tonight?
One of my house rules was that no one was allowed into my
personal suite without my explicit permission. Obviously, I
did not invite Amy to come waltzing in here tonight. I had
been away for the better part of the past ten hours!
I was seething inside. I was angry. Mad. Beside myself.
But of course, I would never let Amy know my true feelings.
I refused to express any sort of negativity around her or any
of the other ladies. I could not take that risk.
"Aren't you happy to see me, Jeremy?" the red-head asked
in her most sultry voice. "You're not mad that I invited
myself into your room tonight... are you?" Giggling, Amy
flipped over and then rose up to her hands and knees.
Facing away from me while looking over her shoulder, Amy
flaunted that spectacular ass of hers for my adoring eyes
and cooed, "Want to spank me for being a bad girl?"
Needless to say, those words caused a full-blown erection
to quickly form within my trousers. Amy grinned and wiggled
her ass some more at me as I first choked, then finally got
out, "You were just here with me last night, dear. Pamela
is your room-mate. You don't want to neglect her... do you?"
"Pamela knows how hungry I am for your cock," she told me,
which sent absolute shivers shooting right down my spine.
"Besides, I don't think she is being neglected. Last time I
saw Pamela, Kristanna's face was between her legs."
I gulped my throat at the mere idea as my shaft now began
to bulge and ache within the confines of my trousers. Amy,
of course, spotted my predicament with her pretty green eyes
and smiled in response. "Need some help?"
"You almost gave me a heart attack last night," I laughed.
"I'm not sure I could survive two nights in a row with you."
Amy turned to face me upon the bed, then lowered herself
to a seated position upon her knees. She massaged one of
her full breasts with a hand and cavorted, "Well... if you
don't survive the night, at least you'll go out with a smile
on your face." I let out an erotic sigh as she then added,
"My body is your playground, Jeremy. Use me as you see fit."
I took a deep breath and said, "If you put it that way..."
I lunged at Amy upon the bed and met her mouth with my
very own for a slow, languid kiss. Both of us moaned with a
mixture of sheer lust and desire as our tongues met between
our pressed mouths. I stabbed at her tongue with my own,
then slid it in erotic circles over and across hers. My
hands then trailed down her naked, slender back, and soon I
patted her lush, rounded ass with both of them.
"Are you going to fuck me yet?" Amy asked, an expression
upon her face which indicated that she was hoping.
I laughed at her words and replied, "It's good to see
that you realize what it is that you want, dear. I could
never turn down such a request. How? What position?"
Amy smiled and answered, "Doggie-style, of course!"
I smiled at her energetic response and offered her another
deep-rooted kiss upon the lips. An instant later, Amy backed
away from me upon the bed and flipped over - onto her hands
and knees. She wiggled that shapely ass before my admiring
eyes once again and cooed, "Come on, Jeremy. Come fuck me!"
I took yet another deep breath and sighed, then literally
ripped my trousers down and off. My briefs went next, and
then I joined Amy on the bed and settled in directly behind
her upon my knees. I fisted my cock and prepared to enter
her pussy in her favorite manner - the doggie-style position.
"Hmmmmm," she moaned, her head rolling about, as I latched
onto her hips with both hands and squeezed tightly. I nudged
my bulging erection between her asscheeks and held it there
for quite some time, but then guided its swollen tip directly
into her tender, sweet pussy. Amy tensed with sheer desire
as I did so, curling her neck backward and sighing.
"Oh yeah... that feels good," Amy purred, a smile upon
her enchanting face as she glared over her shoulder at me.
"Oh yeah, Jeremy... fuck me." Her expression tightened as
she added, "Fuck me, Jeremy. Come on... fuck me. Fuck me!"
I moaned as well, gulping my throat, as the entire length
of my cock had now vanished into the confines of Amy's slit.
Not a trace of it could be seen; my testicles were stuffed
hard upon her quivering ass. And guess what? It felt GREAT!
"Fuck me," Amy reiterated, her tone becoming more heated
and impatient. "Come on, Jeremy. I've been waiting here
for you forever tonight. Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!"
With those words, I took a deep breath and began thrusting
away at the lush folds of her pussy.
Knowing that Amy preferred her sex to be on the physical
side, there was no need to be slow or gentle to start things
off with her. Within a matter of seconds, my hips were
churning about at full-speed as I blasted my cock in-and-out
of her wondrous pussy. Best of all, Amy was already yelping
and screaming out in response. Of course, I was, too.
My senses were flaring with intense passion as I looked
down at the sight of my cock as it entered, exited and then
re-entered Amy's pussy in a constant cycle. I clutched her
shapely ass with both hands, mauling its firm flesh, as my
body was alive with pure, unadulterated arousal.
"Come on, Jeremy!" she roared, looking over her shoulder
at me once more. "Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me HARDER!"
I would have loved to follow through on Amy's request,
but that would be impossible. How could I drill her any
harder than this? My thrusts were quick and powerful, as
my cock blazed a trail deep within the confines of her slit.
It felt as though Amy's pussy was clutching my shaft like it
was a fist, and did not want to let go. I was giving her
everything I had, yet she still wanted more...
"Come on, Jeremy!" Amy demanded, her eyes narrow, as she
still glared back at me. "Fuck me harder than this! Pound
me with your big cock! Hurt me with it! OHHHHH... come on!
You know I like it harder than this, Jeremy! COME ON!"
I shook my head at her words, wondering how she could
possibly even ask me to be anymore rough or physical with
her. I was using every last ounce of strength within my body
to hammer her as it was. I was just one man - not an army!
My body was like a machine as my hips pistoned themselves
in a continual back-and-forth motion. I gulped my throat as
the sensations slowly but surely began to overwhelm my mind.
I hesitated for an instant in mid-thrust to compose myself,
and get a second wind. Then, I reached the final stretch.
At least Amy wasn't begging me to pound her any harder as
I gave one final effort to blast her pussy with a series of
intense thrusts. The red-head was now screaming out her
lust, pounding a fist upon the bed, as I pummeled her in the
doggie-style position. I only had a few more seconds...
"OH YES!" she roared, seeming to sense my predicament.
"CUM INSIDE ME, JEREMY! CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY! FILL IT!"
Those words pushed me over the proverbial edge.
After burying my cock all the way inside her pussy, I
screamed out in absolute desire as I experienced one of my
more intense orgasms in quite some time. I could feel the
sperm gushing outward from the tip of my cock, filling and
flooding her womb like only it could. I teetered on the
very brink of madness, and felt for an instant or two that I
would pass out from this very extreme level of pleasure.
At the same time, however, Amy seemed to let herself go
as well. She pounded both fists upon the mattress and
screamed out in orgasmic passion, only for her magnificent
body to then go limp seconds later.
In the aftermath, I collapsed on top of Amy in a (very)
satisfied heap, my cock still embedded within her pussy.
My breathing was quite ragged and labored, and my heart was
beating at a rapid pace. Still, I caressed her beautiful
ass with my right hand and planted a kiss upon the back of
her neck. It looked marvelous, being on display, with her
red hair all nice and braided up. I kissed her neck again.
"You're incredible, Amy..."
The enchantress grasped my right hand and pulled it to
her mouth, then kissed it. She licked and swiped away at
my index finger, saying, "Hmmmmm, yes. I needed that."
"Kristanna and Pamela are together tonight?" I asked her,
my voice weak. "Why aren't you with them?"
"I'd rather be here - with you," Amy answered, leisurely
licking my index finger with her tongue. She then brought
the back of my hand to her forehead and held it there, while
also offering a gentle sigh. "I know Devon is your favorite,
Jeremy. But she will never love you more than I could." My
eyes wide, Amy kissed my hand and said, "All I want anymore
is for you and me to be together..."
<<<- End of Part 8 ->>>
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