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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 16 of ?? - Completely re-written
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After my searing encounter with Stephanie (and ensuing
trysts with both Devon and Amy later on that day), I awoke
the next morning with a sore, aching back. I may be only
28 years old, but it was getting to the point where I felt
more like 82 each time I woke up in the morning. Not only
did my back hurt, but in all honesty, my entire body was in
pain. The simple reason for that? These seven women had
already pushed me beyond the limitations of any normal man.
It seemed as though every single time I turned around,
one of them wanted a piece of me. Devon wanted to wrap her
arms around me and make love. Lindsay was turning into a
blowjob machine. Pamela and Stephanie were becoming more
aggressive with me, which means their expectations and needs
were increasing as well. If she had her way, Kristanna
would have sex from now until the end of eternity - and
still wind up wanting more. Trish had only been with me
once thus far, but like Stephanie, I got the feeling that
she was a powder keg ready to explode. And Amy? Well, Amy
was a slut who did know what the word "satisfaction" meant.
The fact of the matter is that all of these women were
forcing me to go beyond my capabilities in order to please
them. Since their arrival two weeks ago, not a day had gone
by where I did not have some sort of sexual encounter. More
often than not, I had two or three, and sometimes more. And
I could never forget that monumental gang-bang, where all
seven of the ladies converged on me at once...
In no way did I have any complaints about my situation -
that is not my point here. Instead, I am simply stating
that trying to accommodate all of the ladies was putting a
definite strain on not only my body, but my senses as well.
I am only one man, of course, but they expect me to perform
sexually and do my best to satisfy them 24 hours per day.
My back was so stiff and sore that I could barely move
for 10 to 15 minutes every morning when I first woke up. I
had to lay in bed and literally gather the strength from the
far depths of my body just to sit up. Then, it was a real
struggle just to reach the restroom - where I was usually
able to alleviate the discomfort with a nice, hot bath.
Of course, I realized that I felt this way just after two
weeks of having the ladies in my life. I cringed at the
thought of what shape I would be in once it was time for
them to go home in eight weeks. Would I still be in one
piece? Would I be able to take care of and satisfy Devon,
if indeed, she chose to stay here with me?
Again, I had no complaints. I considered myself to be
the luckiest man in the whole, wide world. I had seven of
the most beautiful women alive, literally chomping at the
bits for an opportunity to have sex with me. I simply did
not expect the physical and mental strain to be this great.
* * *
A gentle knock upon the entrance to my personal suite
elicited a long, drawn-out moan from within my throat on
this warm, overcast morning. Having already cleaned up, I
glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner - it was
8:42am, then let out another moan. Which of the ladies was
at my door right now, looking for some satisfaction? With
my luck, I figured, all seven of them would be there...
Another knock came to the door, so I stood up and slowly
made my way over to it. A smile appeared on my face after I
opened the door; the lone person was Lindsay, and she looked
absolutely scrumptious in the striking combination of an
orange, sleeveless top and a pair of green shorts, with her
long blonde hair braided into two separate pony-tails.
Figuring that she wanted to hone her blowjob technique
with me (again), I smiled at Lindsay and motioned for her
to step inside. "Good morning, sweetheart. What do I owe
the pleasure of your company to?" I almost reached down and
began unzipping my shorts before Lindsay was able to speak.
"I have a problem, Jeremy," she told me, looking hurt and
distressed. My thoughts and ideas changed accordingly, and
then I looked at her with a concerned expression. "I don't
know who else to turn to, except you."
"What is it?" I asked, now motioning for her to take a
seat upon the nearby sofa. "Talk to me."
Lindsay pouted as she accepted my invitation and sat down
upon the large, comfortable sofa. Her lovely, pristine face
was full of angst as she said, "It's Trish. I really like
her and all, but all of a sudden, she is becoming too pushy."
"What do you mean?" I wondered, sitting down next to her.
Lindsay looked away for a moment, then gulped her throat
and told me, "Last night, after we had sex, Trish started
talking about the two of us moving in and living together
once the summer ended. She asked me if I would like to move
to Canada with her, and I said no. I'm not leaving my mom
and sisters behind for good like that. Then, Trish said
that she was willing to move to Ohio with me."
"There is no secret that Trish really likes you."
"I know that," Lindsay countered. "I like her too. It's
just... I've only known her for about a week or so. That is
as long as I've been here. I told Trish last night that I
was nowhere near making that type of commitment with her, or
anyone else, for that matter." Her eyes flashed as she said,
"I'll be damned if someone tries to get me to settle down."
"I can understand that," were my words. "You're only 19,
honey. You need to get out and explore what people have to
offer you. But what is the problem? What's bothering you?"
Lindsay pouted as she told me, "Trish would not take no
for an answer. I told her that I am not looking to move in
with anyone after the summer ends. I've been here just a
week, and I miss my family so much. When I get back home to
Ohio, I'm spending time with them more than anyone else."
She paused and added, "Trish would not listen to that,
though. She kept telling me how much she loved me, and how
happy I would be with her. She said things like no one
would ever treat me any better than she would. That may be
true, you know, but I'm not looking for that right now."
Lindsay shook her head and continued, "No matter what I
said, Trish would not take no for an answer. All she did
was try and convince me to move in and become full-time
lovers with her once the summer ends. I flat-out told her
no, yet she kept saying that, and how much I meant to her.
Finally, we went to sleep but when I woke up this morning,
Trish was at it again. I... I don't want this."
Now here is something I never thought I would have to
deal with while the ladies were here during these ten weeks.
Sexual harassment?
On the island? This island?
I took a deep breath and said, "So what you are telling
me, dear, is that Trish is pursuing you a little too hard?"
"Not a little," Lindsay replied. "A lot." She shook her
her head and added, "The thing is, I really like Trish. I
like her a lot. I like having her as my room-mate. But I
want Trish to stop saying these things to me. I want her to
quit it. I don't want to hear them. I'm not 26 like she is.
I am not ready to settle down like she is." The little
blonde sighed and concluded, "Can you help me, Jeremy?"
"I'll have a talk with Trish, if you want."
"Yes," Lindsay nodded. "I figure that this is your island
and you run things here. I don't want Trish to be in any
trouble. Back home in Ohio, at the supermarket where I work,
an employee was fired because he pushed and prodded another
employee too much in trying to get her to go out with him."
"Sexual harassment is a serious issue," I advised her.
"I don't want Trish to be in any trouble," Lindsay told
me once again. "I just want you to talk to her for me, if
you would. Please, Jeremy? Please? I'm at the point where
talking to her myself does not do any good. The only way
she will listen to me, I guess, is if I say yes to her."
"I will have a talk with her," I nodded, before shaking
my head. "Does Trish make you so uncomfortable that you
rather have a new room-mate? I know you said you like her
as your room-mate, but if she pushed you too far... you may
never look at her the same way again."
"I like having Trish as my room-mate," she reiterated.
"I absolutely love having sex with her. But that is all I
want, Jeremy. I didn't come to this island to fall in
love. I came here, number one, because of the money. I
cannot tell you how much my family really needs that money.
Now that I'm here, I just want to explore who I really am in
a sexual sense, and have fun. That's all."
If there were any microscopic feelings within me that
still thought of Lindsay as a potential wife, they were
just squashed with those words. Lindsay was nowhere near
the point in her life where she was looking to settle down.
All she wanted right now, it seemed, was to have sex. Even
more than that - sex with no emotional strings attached.
"All I've heard from Trish since last night is how much
she loves me and wants to spend the rest of her life with
me," Lindsay added. "That is bad enough, because I don't
want to hear it. But what makes it worse is that she has
only known me for a week! Whenever I have said no to guys
in the past, they respected it and were able to move on.
Trish is different. She is nice and all, but..."
"I'll talk to Trish for you," I interjected, cutting her
off. Lindsay was starting to ramble there a little bit. "I
will get this problem cleared up for you one way or another."
* * *
With over $250,000 invested in equipment and machinery,
the spacious exercise room located within the mansion was
easily state-of-the-art, with no corners cut. I took a wild
guess that I would find Trish there on this morning, since
she, Pamela and Kristanna were quite the fitness freaks and
often spent an hour or two in it before breakfast.
Sure enough, the trio of lovely ladies were busy putting
their bodies through a rigorous workout when I knocked on
the open door. Pamela looked up and smiled as she noticed
me, then dashed over to the stereo and switched the loud,
raucous music off. I returned her smile with one of my own
before saying, "Good morning ladies. Pamela and Kristanna,
if you would excuse us, I would like to have a word with
Trish in private. If it's okay?"
The Canadian's eyes went wide in response to my words as
Pamela, decked out in an aerobic cat-suit which displayed
every considerable curve upon her body, arched her back and
then draped a towel over her shoulder. "A word with Trish?"
"Yew are not going to put da move on her, no?" Kristanna
asked with that sultry accent, grinning.
"I'd like to," I told her in a joking tone. "But in all
seriousness, I have something to talk about with Trish. If
you and Pamela would excuse us, dear..."
"It must be important," Kristanna giggled, unaware of how
accurate her words were. Pamela smiled as she bristled past
me, but not before planting a kiss upon the side of my cheek.
Kristanna followed suit by pressing her lips to mine before
she exited the fitness room. "Leave some of him for me!"
Kristanna snickered as she then walked down the corridor.
Now alone with Trish, I turned toward the door and closed
it, then made my way over to her. The 26-year-old bombshell,
who looked marvelous in her own exercise gear, finished her
set of forward leg curls and offered me a friendly smile.
"What is on your mind, Jeremy?"
Trish was so sweet and generous, I said to myself, as I
straddled a nearby weight bench and sat down. I did not like
what I was about to say to her. Never did I imagine that I
would deal with a sexual harassment complaint during these
ten weeks. It took me awhile to get my first words out.
"Lindsay was in my suite a little while ago," I said, my
voice very calm and relaxed. "We talked about you."
"Oh?" Trish countered, seemingly unaware of what this
discussion would be about. "What did Lindsay have to say
about me?" She grinned and added, "Hopefully it was good."
I gulped my throat before telling her, "Lindsay says that
you have been a little too pushy with her." As could be
expected, Trish's expression changed accordingly with those
words. "She told me that several times, you asked her to
move in with you once it is time to go home between last
night and this morning. Each time, Lindsay said no, but you
would not accept that as her answer. You kept prodding her."
"No," Trish returned, her tone flat. "That's not true.
Lindsay said yes to me last night. At least, she said yes
the first time. I swear to you, she said yes."
That was interesting. Lindsay was adamant in saying that
she repeatedly turned Trish down. However, Trish claims the
first time, Lindsay said yes. It looked like I may have to
review the archives in my voyeur room to find out the truth.
"I should have quit while I was ahead, though," Trish
went on. "I kept talking too much. Lindsay went from
saying yes, to maybe, to finally no."
That made a little more sense, though I still would review
the archives. Perhaps Trish scared Lindsay off with such
strong words of devotion? Regardless... "If someone tells
you no, Trish, you have to respect that, and move on."
The stacked blonde offered me a hurtful expression as she
asked, "What is the point here? Are you saying that Lindsay
came to your suite with a complaint about me?"
"Yes, she did," I nodded.
With a flabbergasted look now upon her face, Trish threw
her arms up in frustration. "It's not that I didn't take no
for an answer, Jeremy. She said yes at first, but then
changed her mind. I thought if she said yes at first, which
she did, maybe I could get her to change her mind again."
"When someone says no, it's a red light," I told her.
"No matter what, you have to stop." Trish looked hurt again
as I asked, "What exactly did you say to her?"
"I told her the truth. I told her that I would love and
care for her like nobody else in the world could. I told
her that I would treat her like a princess. No one would
make her happier than I could."
"Lindsay doesn't want to hear those things," I countered,
shaking my head. This discussion was not easy on me. "She
is only 19, Trish. I know that Lindsay is an incredibly
sweet and nice girl, but she is only 19. She is not looking
for any type of commitment right now in her life."
"What am I supposed to do, then?" Trish asked. "Am I
supposed to keep my feelings bottled up inside of me?"
"If she doesn't want to hear them, yes, you are," was my
response. "You have already made it clear that you want a
commitment with her. Lindsay knows that, Trish. And if she
changes her mind, I'm sure that you'll be the first to know."
"This isn't fair!" Trish pouted, folding her arms and
glaring at me. "Lindsay expects me to have sex with her.
She begs me to have sex with her. How am I supposed to be
so close and intimate with her, without eventually falling
in love with her? What's wrong with me being truthful?"
"She doesn't want to hear it," I stressed.
"Why not?" Trish countered. "Why wouldn't Lindsay want
to hear that someone loves and cares for her? God, Jeremy!
I have been waiting 26 years for someone to come up to me
and say the things that I have said to Lindsay. I would
LOVE for someone to honestly tell me that I am wonderful and
precious, and that I mean a great deal to them."
"Lindsay does not feel the same way you do," I returned.
"She just wants to stay here for the next eight weeks and
have fun... explore her sexuality. She is not looking for
love. If you continue prodding her, Trish, you're going to
accomplish two things. One, you'll hurt her. Two, you will
eventually drive her away from you completely."
Trish suddenly looked like she was about set to cry while
saying, "I'm not looking to hurt her, Jeremy. All I want is
for Lindsay to know how I feel about her, and how much I
want to be with her. Is that a crime?"
"She already knows," I nodded. "You have told her plenty
of times already. Trish, I know you think you may not have
done anything wrong, but this borders on harassment. In
fact, I think it is harassment." Trish looked dumbfounded
as I added, "Lindsay said that she still wants to be your
room-mate, but I think it may be best if you two split up."
"Lindsay is the only person I want to be with..." Trish
pouted, her voice frail and weak. She then straightened up
and spoke in a stronger tone, "No. I'll do better, Jeremy.
I... I don't want Lindsay to be taken away from me. I...
I'll keep my feelings to myself."
"Is that possible?" I wondered.
With an extended finger, Trish wiped away an excess of
tears which had formed just below her right eye. "Yes, it
is possible. I... I never meant to hurt her."
"I know you didn't," I sighed. "But if someone tells you
no, or to stop, you have to stop. Doing the same thing over
and over again, if it is unwanted, only causes hurt."
"I never meant to hurt Lindsay..." Trish sobbed, albeit
gently. "I love her so much!"
Once again, I gulped my throat. "I really think it would
be best if you and her split up. I know Lindsay said she
does not have a problem being your room-mate. But it looks
like you're in pretty deep already, Trish. If you continue
to have sex with her and be her room-mate, your feelings are
going to spiral even more out of control."
"But Jeremy..." she whined.
"I'm saying this for your own benefit," I interjected.
"I don't want you to leave the island in eight weeks with a
broken heart, Trish. Maybe it is best to end this now,
before it has a chance to get worse. I'll ask around and
see about you trading room-mates with someone."
"No, I'll be fine," she assured me. "I... I'm just a bit
upset right now. I... please don't take her away from me,
Jeremy. PLEASE! I... I'll be better. I promise."
I got the uneasy sense that I should have put my foot
down on this situation, but of course, I gave into Trish and
allowed her the second chance she so desperately wanted. "I
got you, dear. Lindsay did say that she likes being your
room-mate. I'll let you two go on staying together for now."
Trish let out an exasperated sigh before I added, "I don't
want Lindsay to ever come to my suite again, though, and say
that you are pursuing her too hard. I don't want you to tell
her that you love her, want to be with her or want to move in
with her once two months is up."
"But..."
"No buts," I stressed. "No buts. Lindsay already knows
that you love her, Trish. She knows you want to be with
her. If she changes her mind, she will let you know. I do
suggest, though... don't get your hopes up about it."
"I understand..." Trish pouted, her eyes welling up with
tears once more. "It's just... I see how happy you and
Devon are, Jeremy. I want that. I've wanted it my entire
life. Lindsay... she is so special. I have never felt so
strongly about someone before. She is the one for me."
"It's really best if you get a new room-mate," I said.
"I think that more and more with every passing second. I
don't want to see you get hurt, Trish."
"I'll be hurt more if I can't room with Lindsay," she
told me, pressing both palms to her eyes and clearing them
of all excess tears. "I'll deal with it, Jeremy. Give me
a chance. I'll get my feelings under control."
"I'll be watching you," I warned her, though she clearly
did not know how true that statement was (i.e. voyeur room).
"I don't want to hear another complaint from Lindsay. If I
do, you and I are going to have some problems."
* * *
"Yew vere too nice and easy on her," Kristanna said to me
a half-hour later, as I entered my personal suite and found
the 22-year-old lounging upon my bed. "I vatch conversation
from da voyeur room as it happens, den go back and review
tape of yewr talk vid Lindsay. Yew vere too easy on Trish."
"I agree," I said, closing the door behind me. "But I am
willing to give her a second chance. Trish seemed blinded
by her own love. I think if Trish has some time to consider
everything, she will realize what she did is wrong. Right
now, she does not believe she did anything wrong."
"Yew are asking for trouble," Kristanna told me. "Vat
dey say... a cougar never changes its spots?"
I laughed and corrected her, "A leopard never changes
its spots. A leopard, dear."
"Vatever," Kristanna said. "But if Trish ask Lindsay to
stay vid her now, she vill ask again."
"Then I'll deal with her if that happens," I returned.
"Look at yew," Kristanna giggled. "Yew are Emperor of
island. Vat yew say goes, Jeremy."
I took a seat next to Kristanna upon the bed and mused,
"I certainly don't feel like the Emperor. If anything, I
feel like a toy. A toy for you girls to play with. My
back was absolutely killing me this morning... I'm so sore."
"I varned yew beforehand," Kristanna snickered, now
shaking her finger at me. "Yew should have brought tree
girls to island instead of six. But nooooo... yew vanted
six." She paused and added, "In fact, yew vanted eight."
Kristanna offered me an inquisitive expression before saying,
"Lay down on da bed, Jeremy. I give yew a massage."
"Oh, you will?" I asked, both surprised and happy. "I
could really go for one of your world-famous massages."
"Not vorld-famous," she corrected me. "Norvay-famous!"
* * *
The situation with Lindsay and Trish was still weighing
heavily upon my mind after breakfast had concluded. I got
the sense that Kristanna's words were going to turn out to
be prophetic, though I hoped that wouldn't be the case. It
was obvious that Trish was head-over-heels in love with
Lindsay. Would it be possible for her to keep her feelings
not only under wraps, but also under control?
I guess I was too nice of a guy not to give Trish a
second chance with Lindsay. I really thought it was best
that they split up and find new room-mates. On the other
hand, Lindsay did not seem to have a problem in staying with
Trish. That didn't make it any easier, but if they ran into
some future problems, at least Lindsay could not blame me.
"Are you okay, Jeremy?" came a sweet, familiar voice as I
stood at the kitchen sink, lost in thought, while drying off
the remainder of the dishes. I turned and smiled as I saw
Devon standing beside me. "Is everything okay?" she asked.
"You've been pretty quiet thus far today."
"Everything is okay now," I grinned, wrapping my right
arm around Devon's waist and pulling her tight against me.
I kissed the side of her head and asked, "How is mi'lady?"
Devon giggled and returned, "Don't start that business
again. You know I'm not a mi'lady, or a princess."
"You're my princess," I told her. "And mi'lady."
"Is everything okay?" she asked again. "You didn't say
much of anything over breakfast. Usually, you're talking
and laughing with the rest of us."
Even though Devon was perhaps my soul-mate in life, I
did not think it would be right of me to tell her about
the situation with Lindsay and Trish. I knew that Devon
would keep it to herself and not let any of the others
know of the details, but it really did not concern her. I
figured if Lindsay or Trish wanted her - or any of the
others - to know, they would offer them that information.
"Everything is fine," I reiterated. "I've just been
feeling a little tired and sore lately."
Devon grinned as she pried a dish from my hands and set
it into the sink full of water. She then turned my body
toward hers, and wrapped her arms around my waist. Next,
the luscious blonde offered me a charming smile and said,
"What do say, Jeremy... about you and I taking a picnic
basket and a couple of towels... and going to the beach?
I know we just ate, but maybe a little later today?"
"I have an even better idea," I countered, to which
Devon raised her eyebrows. "How about we take that
picnic basket and those towels, and hike up to the
waterfall about a mile from here? Or, we could drive
there in the Jeep if you don't feel like walking."
"Hmmmmm," Devon groaned, increasing her grip upon my
waist. "The waterfall is very romantic. It's just that
I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex on
the beach." Suddenly, a sharp pain flared up in my back
because of those words. I better get used to this, I told
myself, because the next two months held more of the same.
"Whatever mi'lady wants, mi'lady gets," I grinned. "We
shall go to the beach today."
"Mi'lady..." Devon snickered, placing her lips to mine
and offering me a slow, languid kiss. "I'm gonna come up
with a name for you, Jeremy. Sir Cum-alot!" She laughed
at her own words and said, "Whatever Sir Cum-alot wants,
Sir Cum-alot gets. YES!"
"Sir Cum-alot wants to spend the rest of his life with
mi'lady," I grinned, which caused Devon to do the same. I
then slipped my right hand between our pressed bodies and
fondled one of her large, firm breasts through the yellow
top she wore. Devon's head rolled as she sighed in response.
Our intimate moment was brought to a screeching halt,
however, once Lindsay suddenly appeared in the kitchen. Her
face full of tears, she looked at me and whined, "Make her
stop, Jeremy! Make her stop!"
"What's the matter?" Devon asked, ending our mutual
embrace, as she turned toward Lindsay.
"I don't want to spend the next eight weeks of my life
listening to Trish tell me how much she loves and needs me!"
the 19-year-old complained, her gaze locked squarely on my
face. "She did it again, Jeremy! She did it again!"
"What is this?" Devon wondered. "What's going on?"
"Trish talked to you again?" I asked, very upset. I do
not know why I felt surprised, but I did. "She tried to
push you again? After I talked to her? And warned her?"
"Yes..." Lindsay sobbed.
Perhaps it was instinctive on Devon's part, but she
stepped forward and embraced Lindsay with both arms in an
attempt to calm and settle her down. "Can someone tell me
what is going on? What's this about?"
I took a deep breath and dipped my head in despair. I
could not believe it, but suddenly, an incredible amount of
anger seemed to boil up inside of me. I had given Trish a
second chance, but it only took her two hours to go back on
her promise to me. It made me feel sick inside.
Did I have any choice now other than to send Trish home?
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