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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 19 of ?? - Completely re-written
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The shock I felt just five minutes ago when Devon claimed
that our relationship was over had now been transformed into
anger. I was not mad at her, mind you. Rather, I was upset
with myself. Extremely upset. Devon was the best thing
which had ever happened to me. How could I have blown it?
I never thought I could have had a more worse, pitiful
feeling than I did when Victoria, my ex-fiancee, left me
standing at the altar for another woman some nine years ago.
However, Devon walking out on me - because she was upset
that I had eavesdropped on her and the others with the
voyeur room - was essentially a million times worse.
I had waited much too long for the right woman to come
to me. I finally found her in Devon, but then blew it. I
understood perfectly why she was so upset with me. I wanted
her to see things from my point of view - the voyeur room
was harmless - but Devon refused to do so. She looked at
the voyeur room in a very negative light, which I understood.
I did not agree with her, but I understood.
In an unexpected fit of rage, I made a fist and threw a
backhand, connecting with the desk lamp. I shattered its
bulb and knocked the lamp over, and in the process, cut my
hand. At the base of my pinky finger and on the side, a
thick helping of blood flowed and oozed from the wound.
It did not matter to me, however. I was so angry at
myself for letting the best thing that ever happened to me -
Devon - slip away. I felt like destroying things. I felt
like going on an absolute rampage. I wanted to punch holes
in the wall and toss chairs through the window. Ultimately,
however, I decided against it. Violence would not help me.
What I really wanted to do was talk to Devon again. I
had to win her back. I had to do whatever it took to win
her back. Since the bomb had been dropped on me a mere five
minutes ago, there was still time. Devon was still here.
Thus, I went into the voyeur room to find her whereabouts.
Indeed, I found Devon on one of the surveillance monitors,
but Kristanna was with her as well. From my initial glance,
it looked as if Kristanna was giving Devon a lecture in the
foyer. She was laying down the law to her.
"Go away, Kristanna!" Devon demanded, obviously upset.
The Norwegian shook her head and countered, "No, I am not
about to go away. Get ahold of yourself, Devon. Think about
what you are doing. You don't want to leave Jeremy."
"Go away!" Devon insisted once more, her arms now folded.
"Are you really going to leave Jeremy?"
"It's not fair that he spies on us!"
"Who cares about fair? It is love, Devon. Love. Love
is not fair sometimes, but it is still there. It is the
single, greatest feeling in the whole, wide world. You and
Jeremy are so perfect for one another. Why give that up?"
"What do you think I should do?" Devon huffed. "Should I
go back to Jeremy and throw my arms around him, forgive him?"
"I see no reason why you shouldn't."
"I don't know who Jeremy is!" Devon exclaimed. "I thought
I did, but I don't. I can't believe that he spies on us!"
Kristanna shifted her weight to one foot and stared at
Devon with both hands upon her hips. "Jeremy is the type of
man that comes around once in a lifetime. I know that,
Devon, and so do you. He would do anything for you. He
would risk everything to be with you." The 22-year-old
hesitated for a moment, then added, "And you're about to walk
away from him because you don't like a harmless kink of his?"
It was at this point, though my insides were still full of
pain and anguish, that I suddenly realized Kristanna was
speaking WITHOUT an accent. She sounded like a prototypical
American woman, instead of a Norwegian with a heavy accent,
to go along with chopped-up English words and sentences. I
did not think much of it at the time, though.
"If Jeremy is not the one for you, Devon, walk away.
Break his heart. Just make sure you don't have any second
thoughts about it, because there is no coming back. I do
know, though, that YOU are the one for HIM. I have known
that man for three years. I have never seen him any happier
than he has been during these past couple of weeks with you.
You want to give that up, Devon, all because you don't like
a little portion of who he is? If so... then you're crazy."
Kristanna paused and continued, "I love Jeremy. I want
him to be happy. No one makes him happier than you do. I
wish he felt the same way for me that he does you, Devon,
but he doesn't. I can live with that, though, because seeing
him happy makes me happy. He is a wonderful man, a great man
who thinks the absolute world of you. You will never find a
man who is more sincere, thoughtful and loving than Jeremy."
"Think about what you are giving up," she continued, her
speech strong, and full of passion. "If there is any part
of you that still wants to love him, find it, and draw from
it. But I can guarantee you one thing, Devon. You go home,
and a week from now, you're going to be so mad at yourself
for making the single, biggest mistake of your entire life."
"You've said it to anyone who will listen to you - Jeremy
is Mr. Right. I promise you - you won't find any man who is
better than Jeremy. Listen to me, Devon. DON'T DO THIS."
From the myriad of emotions flashing across Devon's face,
it appeared as if Kristanna's message was received. Devon
seemed to let her inner defenses down, and offered the
Norwegian an exasperated look. "Oh God... what have I done?"
Kristanna extended her arm and pointed in the direction of
my personal suite. "I suggest you run."
* * *
"DEVON!" I suddenly screamed at the top of my lungs, much
like a madman, as the 25-year-old heeded Kristanna's advice
and went running off toward our shared suite. "DEVON!" I
boomed again, now stepping out of the voyeur room. "DEVON!"
I kicked the suite's door open and peered down the corridor,
then let out a heavy, breathless cry. "Devon..."
"Jeremy!" my beloved princess whined, quickly closing the
distance between us and throwing her arms around my shoulders
in an emotional hug. "Oh God, I'm so sorry..."
"Devon..." I sighed, holding onto her tighter than ever
before. Tears were pouring from my eyes as I guided Devon
into the suite and kicked the door closed behind us. I then
smashed my mouth upon her cheek and kissed her there, and
trailed downward to her neck. Quite the serious, emotional
type herself, Devon was crying as well.
"I thought I lost you..." were my words.
"No, you would... YOU'RE HURT!" Devon suddenly exclaimed,
grabbing my right hand and inspecting the bloody gash upon
it from earlier. "Oh my God! What happened?" The wound
was so deep that the blood was dripping down onto the floor
beside us. "Do you need a doctor? Stephanie is a nurse..."
"No, I'm fine," I responded in a whisper. "It was just a
little accident from earlier."
"We have to get that bandaged up," Devon insisted, guiding
me toward the adjacent restroom. Taking control, she pulled
my hand into the sink and ran warm water overtop of it.
"Here," the 25-year-old said, offering me a bar of soap.
"Wash it out really good." I did as instructed as Devon
soon gathered a sterile gauze pad from the mirror cabinet.
She set it upon the counter, then poured a nice helping of
hydrogen peroxide over the wound once I dried my hands.
"It needs to be wrapped really good," Devon murmured, now
securing the gauze pad around my hand. She grasped it hard
with her own hand and added, "It needs a lot of pressure."
As I watched Devon apply her own brand of first aid to
me, I thought about how much I truly loved her. She meant
the absolute world to me. I smiled down at her as she
squeezed the pad with one hand, while retrieving a box of
large bandages with the other. If I didn't know any better,
I would think Devon was the nurse here - not Stephanie.
"That is a pretty nasty cut," she hummed, as my blood
began to seep through the gauze. "What happened to...?"
Devon's words were cut off as I leaned over and pressed
my lips to hers for a tender, loving kiss. When our tongues
met, I sighed in response and then kissed her harder. "I
love you," was my whisper, once our kiss came to an end. "I
love you more than anything. And I'm sorry for intruding on
your privacy. It wasn't meant to be done in a negative way."
"Let's not talk about that now," she returned, a new tear
streaking down her face. "I don't even want to think about
that now. I forgive you, Jeremy. I forgive you for it. No
one is perfect... everyone has faults. I'm sorry for blowing
yours, which is really very minor, way out of proportion."
She paused and added, "Can I ask you a question, Jeremy?"
"Fire away."
"Since when does Kristanna talk like a normal person?
Well, I guess I should say a normal English-speaking person.
I know you watched us with your cameras, because you were
out in the hallway when I came running over here, Jeremy. I
could not believe it, but Kristanna spoke perfect English."
"I couldn't believe it, either," I told her. "We will
have to ask her when we have the chance." Ignoring the cut,
I brought Devon into my arms and embraced her warmly. My
whole body tingled with emotion as I reiterated, "I thought
I lost you." I took a deep breath, then planted another
kiss upon her cheek. "I just want to make you happy."
* * *
"I was finally able to lose the accent six months ago,"
Kristanna said to yours truly the very next day, as the two
of lounged together on the patio. "I worked really hard at
it, because I want to fit in like a regular student at the
university in Los Angeles that I attend." She nodded her
head and continued, "The only reason I use it around you,
Jeremy, is because I know that you like it so much. Yew
dink me Norvegian accent is funny, and sexy."
I smiled in response to that last sentence, but then shook
my head at her. "You shouldn't try to act like something
you're not, Kristanna. If you can go without the accent,
why use it? I like it, yes, but you should be yourself."
"I use the accent here, Jeremy, because I know you like
it so much. All of the girls on the island like it, too.
Well... all of them except Lindsay."
"Why did you lose it for that conversation with Devon?"
"I wanted her to fully understand me," Kristanna replied.
"I did not want her to have to think about what I said, if
she did not pick up on something right away. What I really
wanted, though, was to sound serious."
"You saved me, Kristanna. You saved my life."
"Devon would have come to her senses before she actually
left the island," she told me. "Devon was feeling hurt and
disoriented. She needed more time to think. I am glad I
was there, though, to speed the process up."
I smiled at the bubbly blonde and asked her, "What was
that about you loving me, dear? Was that true?"
Kristanna hesitated before replying, "I like you a lot,
Jeremy. You are my good friend. I... I told Devon that I
love you as a way to get my point across. But you and I...
we're friends. We've been friends for years."
"So you're saying that you don't love me?"
The 22-year-old gulped her throat and reiterated, "I said
that to get my point across. I can't love you, because you
are in love with Devon, and vice versa. Wouldn't be right."
I smiled and nodded at Kristanna. She was a bad liar...
"Call me crazy, but I am one who thinks that Lindsay led
Trish on," Kristanna suggested, quickly changing the subject.
"It wouldn't surprise me one bit if Lindsay enjoys toying
with peoples' emotions like that. Up until the time she
complained to you about Trish, it seemed as though Lindsay
was her shadow. She was always asking Trish to have sex
with her. I think she led her on."
"That's an interesting thought," I nodded. "You really
don't like Lindsay, huh? I'll talk to her later today, and
offer her the $50,000 to go home."
"She insulted me and my heritage," Kristanna responded.
"Go back to Norway, because of the way I talk? That's not
right. It's not right at all. Pamela and Amy agree, too."
I frowned and murmured, "No, it's not right at all."
Just then, Devon emerged from the mansion with a trio of
glasses, all of which contained orange juice. Kristanna and
I took one each from her, then Devon settled down in the
lounge chair beside me and sipped her own glass. "Did you
two miss me while I was gone?"
Kristanna slipped back into accent mode as she replied,
"Oh, ve missed yew very much."
Devon snickered at her and said, "I'm sure you did."
"Thank you getting us something to drink," I told Devon,
reaching out and grasping her free hand with my own. I
brought that hand to my lips and kissed it, then grinned at
her. "I love you, sweetheart."
Kristanna appeared uncomfortable for a split-second, but
then flashed that winning smile of hers. "Vat are yew going
to tell da odders? Dey all dink yew two had giant fight."
"That's what we'll tell them," Devon answered. "Jeremy
and I had a fight, but everything is okay now. We don't
have to offer up any specifics." She laughed once again and
added, "You can lose the accent if you want, Kristanna."
"No," the 22-year-old countered. "I like it. Jeremy
likes it. So I am going to keep it."
"I like it, too," Devon smiled, sipping her drink. "You
sound very exotic with that accent."
Things began to look up even more when I noticed Stephanie
appear from around the corner of the mansion. Dressed in a
pair of denim shorts and a white tank-top that was completely
shredded just below her large, enormous breasts, the luscious
brunette offered Kristanna, Devon and yours truly a smile.
"Mind if I intrude?" was her soft question.
"Not at all," Devon replied, motioning for her one-time
room-mate to sit down in a chair across from us. Stephanie
smiled again as she sashayed onto the patio, her lush, round
hips swaying from side-to-side in an eye-popping manner. I
noticed that her tank-top was wet, and clung to her breasts
accordingly. I could also tell that she was not wearing a
bra underneath the incredibly thin, see-through fabric...
Before Stephanie took a seat, she shared a friendly hug
and kiss with Devon. I smiled at the sight, then nodded my
head as Stephanie offered Kristanna a kiss as well. Finally,
the vixen plopped herself into the chair and looked at me.
"I just wanted to say how beautiful this island is," she
offered. "All of the other girls have probably told you the
same thing... so I'll just imagine that it's my turn now. I
never dreamed the island could be quite this beautiful."
"That seems to be the prevailing opinion, yes," I told
her. "Most of you are city girls, and have never been
around a place like this. That's why it blows your mind."
"You can see tropical islands on television and in
movies," Stephanie commented. "But you don't know how
beautiful and wonderful they can be until actually being
there in person. I can definitely attest to that."
"So can I," Devon nodded.
"What is Norway like, Kristanna?" Stephanie wondered.
"Nodding like dis island," she responded. "Norvay has
lots of mountains, but me family live on a farm."
I smiled at the brunette, appreciating the sight of her
big, swelling breasts underneath that little tank-top. "Why
aren't you with the other girls, dear?"
"Oh, I was," the 25-year-old giggled. "We were all down
at the beach. I came back to get something to eat. Usually
I feel a bit hungry around mid-afternoon."
"The beach sounds like a good idea," Devon nodded. "Do
you mind, Jeremy, if I go down there with the others for
awhile? I could really use a good dip in the ocean."
"Are you going to wear that yellow bikini I like so much?"
Devon giggled at me and answered, "I was thinking it would
be better to wear nothing at all."
"I like that even more!" was my exclamation. "Hey... I
think it would be a good idea if we ALL went to the beach."
Remembering how turbulent last night was - when I thought,
at least for a few moments, that Devon no longer wanted to
be with me - I wrapped my arms around my beloved princess
and held her from the side. "I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too," she countered, gently kissing my cheek.
"You've said that a million times to me today."
Stephanie giggled and shook her head at our heartfelt
display of affection. "I want to be as happy with someone
special one day like the two of you are with each other."
"So do I..." Kristanna sighed.
* * *
Over the course of the following week, any subtle doubts
or anxieties that I may have felt regarding Devon and the
the voyeur room were squashed, and put to rest. Devon even
refused to acknowledge its existence - "I don't want to
think about that place... much less talk about it" - but I
could tell that she did not hold a secret grudge against me.
Devon simply wanted to forget about the bad episode we had
concerning the voyeur room, which was perfectly fine with me.
Certainly one of the more difficult things I had to endure
in my life was when I told Lindsay that she could return home
to Ohio and still receive the full $50,000 payment. I did
not care about the money, of course. Rather, I still had a
serious infatuation with the darling 19-year-old. Lindsay
had went to great lengths to alienate some of the other
ladies (most notably Kristanna), but she had been nothing
but peaches and cream in her dealings with me.
Lindsay did not hesitate at my offer, but did wonder why
I was willing to pay her $50,000 since she had been here a
little more than a week. Upon her arrival, I told her that
she had to stay here for the duration to receive the money.
The real reason I offered to send Lindsay home with full
pay, of course, was because Pamela, Amy, Kristanna and even
Stephanie no longer wanted her here. Her lack of maturity,
insensitivity and somewhat snobbish nature had rubbed all
four of them the wrong way. Majority rules, I guess, so I
made the offer to Lindsay - and she gleefully accepted it.
Needless to say, this was not the reason I gave Lindsay
when she asked me why. Instead, I told her that she would
be better off at home with her mother and three sisters.
They needed her, I said, more than we here on the island did.
I was not so sure if that was a truthful statement on my
part simply because Lindsay was like an addictive drug to me.
Money was so little of a concern for me that I cut Lindsay
a check for $50,000, having forgot that I fronted her $25,000
before she ever stepped foot on the island because her family
needed it so badly. I did not feel like printing another
check, so I told her to keep the one I gave her. Lindsay was
elated, of course, as she earned a grand total of $75,000 in
exchange for spending a week-plus on an island paradise.
Saying good-bye to Lindsay and knowing that I would never
see her again was difficult, but I felt as though it would
do Trish a world of good. Trish, who Lindsay accused of
sexual harassment, was on the borderline of an obsession
with the teen-ager. Trish loved Lindsay and wanted to be
with her in the worst way possible, but the feelings were
not mutual. The end result was a nasty episode where I
nearly sent Trish home for disciplinary reasons.
Trish was hurt that Lindsay was gone, but also somewhat
relieved. "If I can't be with Lindsay," she told me, "I
don't want to see her. It hurts me to see her for even one
second out of the day, knowing I can't be with her the way I
want. At least now, I'll never have to see Lindsay again."
On the other hand, Kristanna was adamant that Lindsay had
done her best to falsely lead Trish into those feelings of
love and devotion. The Norwegian suggested that Lindsay
received some sort of cruel, twisted pleasure from leading
Trish on, and then ultimately shattering her heart. "I have
known girls like dat before... Lindsay is bad news."
Trish's road to mental and emotional recovery was being
aided by Stephanie, who recently moved in with the Canadian
and became her room-mate. It seemed as though Stephanie was
pulling out all the stops in trying to lift Trish's spirits.
"Try and love me, Trish," Stephanie said to her one evening
after a rip-roaring sexual encounter. "I won't hurt you. I
would never hurt you." They did make a nice couple...
"I know Devon is your favorite, Jeremy. But she will
never love you more than I could. All I want anymore is
for you and me to be together..."
Ever since Amy said those words to me about two weeks ago
after our last one-on-one sexual encounter, she and I had
not said much of anything to each other. One could suggest
that I was avoiding her, but that was not the case. Amy
seemed reserved around me now. Perhaps because of those
words, she now felt somewhat guilty.
Amy may have been an all-out slut, but I could easily
tell that she was not a home-wrecker. Amy realized that I
had a good relationship with Devon (which was getting
stronger every single day) and felt sorry that she may have
jeopardized it. Since those words came directly after a
torrid sexual encounter, my guess was that Amy had said them
in the heat of the moment, without any thought beforehand.
Whatever the case, Amy still had a definite place in my
heart. The insatiable red-head will always be special to me
because she was the first woman on the island to approach
and then seduce me, which happened during opening night.
Aside from Devon, the woman who drove me crazy more than
any other was Pamela. The blonde, who was employed as an
exotic dancer in her hometown of Baltimore, was sexy as sin.
But what made Pamela even more appealing was that, in no
way, did she have the demeanor or attitude of what one would
project the prototypical stripper to have. Even with that
awesome, stacked body of hers, I could easily picture Pamela
as a librarian, or schoolteacher. The latter may one day
become a reality, since Pamela was majoring in secondary
education at the university she attended in Maryland.
But perhaps the most appealing thing about Pamela was the
cloud of mystery that seemed to hang overtop of her. She was
a very mysterious woman, indeed. The 26-year-old held and
concealed her emotions better than anyone I had ever known in
my entire life. Pamela always seemed to be on an even keel.
I liked that trait, though at the same time, I wish I could
get into Pamela's head, and learn her thoughts and desires.
But my centerpiece in life was undoubtedly Devon.
I was feeling so confident and assured of my relationship
with Devon that I had already purchased an engagement ring
for her off the world wide web. It was a 6.21ct emerald cut
diamond ring set in platinum. Since money was no issue for
me - especially with Devon - the ring ran a mere(!) $37,995.
It was now in the process of being personalized for her.
"But you have only known this girl for three weeks," my
older sister, who resided in the Cincinnati area, told me
over the telephone one day. "How can you be so assured that
she is truly the one for you? Remember Victoria, Jeremy..."
I went onto explain that there was no doubt in my mind
that Devon was my personal Miss Right. She and I were such
a perfect match. It did not matter that we had only known
each other for three weeks. I could have married her after
three days. In fact, I wanted to marry her right now!
Lastly, perhaps I should point out that unlike when Lisa
left the island a couple of weeks ago, there was no plans to
bring in a replacement for Lindsay. I felt the group was
perfect as it was, and did need the possibility of another
malcontent if I were to lure a new woman into the mix.
* * *
Since Devon was now in the library, playing a game of
poker with Kristanna, I was afforded some time to totally
indulge myself in the voyeur room. That is exactly what I
did, too. Pamela and Amy were both relaxing in what surely
was a comfortable, luxurious bubble-bath, while Stephanie
and Trish, it appeared, were in the process of preparing for
bed. It was 9:00pm on Sunday night.
For the first time that I could ever remember, Trish had
her long-flowing blonde hair braided and pinned-up in a very
classy manner. I mention this, of course, because that hair
style took a face that was already beautiful and accentuated
its appeal to an even greater extent. It also put her
slender throat and neck (my strange fetish) on display.
Trish was wearing a white tank-top and a pair of little
black shorts as she lounged front-first upon the bed. She
had a book in front of her and seemed deep-rooted into its
contents. Perhaps she liked to read before going to bed?
Meanwhile, Stephanie was in the nearby restroom, admiring
and smiling at her own reflection in the large wall mirror.
Who could blame her for doing such a thing? Dressed in a
black bra and G-string set, the top-heavy brunette looked
absolutely spectacular. She had a beautiful face and a
charming smile, and immaculate skin complexion.
Stephanie had just finished touching up her hair and
judging by the expression upon her face, a tidal wave of
carnal thoughts and lustful emotions were currently swirling
through her mind. Again, who could blame her? The luscious
and very tempting Trish was just beyond the door.
Stephanie remedied that as she exited the restroom and
stepped into the suite that she and Trish shared. Stephanie
smiled as Trish looked up at her for an instant, but then
the Canadian went back to her book.
"What'cha reading?" Stephanie wondered, making her way
over to Trish. She curled her neck and glanced down at the
book, but did not appear to know what it was about.
"I found this book in the dresser-drawer a couple of days
ago," Trish nodded, glancing up at her room-mate. "It is
definitely what you would call adult fiction. It is about
this woman named Suzi." Trish giggled and added, "Think of
Amy, then multiply her by a thousand. That's Suzi."
"Oh?" Stephanie grinned. "How so? What happens?"
"Suzi is into everything sexual," Trish told her. "First
off, she is a stripper. She'll have sex with anyone - short
guys, tall guys, black guys, other women. Suzi is into wild
orgies and gang-bangs. Basically, this book is about the way
she seduces her prey and then has sex with them." Trish
paused and added, "Right now, Suzi is in the process of
seducing a mattress store clerk. It's really hot."
"Gang-bangs, huh?" Stephanie grinned. "I've always wanted
to be in a gang-bang."
"This is really hot."
"I've never read a book like that before, but it does
sound interesting," Stephanie murmured, climbing onto the bed
and then taking a leisurely seat across Trish's lower back.
She reached down and began to expertly massage her shoulders.
"I wonder what this girl looks like?"
Trish held her page and flipped the paperback's cover up,
allowing Stephanie a glimpse of a beautiful, innocent-looking
blonde on its front. "She sort of looks like Devon, huh?"
"I agree," Stephanie snickered. "Hey... maybe that book
is about Pamela. You said Suzi is a stripper, right? So is
Pamela. Maybe Suzi is Pamela's alter ego."
"I don't think so," Trish laughed. "Pamela is way too
classy of a woman to act like this. Suzi is a slut. I think
that Jeremy left this book here for us to enjoy it if we saw
fit. As I said, I found it in the drawer. I'm going to ask
him if he has any more books once I'm finished with this one.
Apparently, Suzi is part of a long series."
Straddling Trish's lower back, Stephanie intensified the
hard, vigorous massage that she offered her shoulders. The
beautiful vixen, who was truly stacked in her own right,
seemed to tense up and let loose with a long, gentle moan.
"Just how hot has that book made you?" Stephanie grinned.
"Very," Trish responded, licking her lips. She retrieved
a bookmarker from the night-table and placed it between the
pages, keeping her place. Next, Trish put the book onto the
night-table and turned her head, looking over her shoulder
at Stephanie. "So much so, I don't want to read it anymore."
Stephanie curled her right arm and hand around Trish's
scrumptious body, then blatantly cupped and squeezed one of
her large, jug-like breasts. "Have something in mind, baby?"
"Oh yes," Trish groaned in response. "You?"
"Most definitely," Stephanie purred, leaning over and
attaching her lips to Trish's for a gentle, loving kiss.
There was a definite bulge forming within my shorts as
Trish embraced Stephanie with both arms and rolled her
beneath her. Their mouths locked together in a torrid,
feverish kiss, both ladies moaned and sighed in response.
Soon, Trish discarded of Stephanie's lacey black bra and
tossed it elsewhere. A moment later, the brunette growled
in total arousal as Trish was now sliding her hungry lips
and tongue through her room-mate's vast, deepened cleavage.
"Oh yeah..." Trish then sighed as Stephanie, still pinned
beneath her, received a playful smack upon the ass with an
open palm. "Spank me baby," Trish murmured as Stephanie
offered her ass a series of quick-hitting blows and swats.
"You're such a naughty girl," Stephanie teased, grinning,
as the very light brand of punishment continued. At the
same time, she used her free hand to cup and squeeze one of
Trish's massive, full breasts through her white tank-top.
I continued to watch the action unfold on the monitor
before me as the two ladies then found each others' mouth in
yet another deep-rooted kiss. A short moment later, however,
Stephanie and Trish nodded their heads in unison and grinned
at one another, then climbed out of the bed.
Trish immediately dropped to her knees and offered her
counterpart a warm, loving smile, which prompted Stephanie
to wiggle out of her black G-string and slide it downward.
"Oh yeah," she panted, now hooking her left leg over Trish's
shoulder while also settling that sweet pussy upon her face.
"OH YES," Stephanie suddenly growled, grinding herself
upon Trish's curious, probing tongue. Trish used a series of
long, slow swipes, before twirling the very tip of her tongue
upon her girlfriend's clitoris. Both ladies let out a deep
moan as Trish snaked her tongue between the damp, lush folds
of Stephanie's pussy, exploring it deeply.
Trish's eyes were glowing with delight as she stared up
at Stephanie, her tongue providing all the magic. For good
measure, she latched onto the 25-year-old's ass and held it
firmly with a single hand as the oral servicing continued.
"Oh fuck yeah," Stephanie murmured, unsnapping her own
bra and quickly getting rid of it. Her body began to buck
and convulse in response to the heated sensations which were
obviously swirling all throughout her. "You're gonna make
me cum, baby! You're gonna make me cum!"
Those words only seemed to strengthen Trish's effort and
intensity. She offered Stephanie's rounded ass yet another
series of harsh, open-hand swats, then bore down with her
tongue and really went to town. Stephanie grabbed her own
breasts and massaged them eagerly, her head tilted back and
rolling about in furious, lustful circles.
"HMMMMM," the young woman growled, the fruits of passion
flowing from the silken crevice between her thighs. With a
smile upon her face, Trish's tongue was a blur as she busily
lapped up all the delicious nectar. Stephanie's eyes were
now closed and she was moaning in a soft, continuous manner,
her body squirming and writhing about in orgasmic bliss.
"Come here," Stephanie demanded in the aftermath, reaching
down and placing both hands upon her lover's face. She
slowly guided Trish to her feet, then the two beauties smiled
at each other before sharing yet another far-reaching kiss.
I nodded my head and smiled as Stephanie's hand suddenly
found itself upon Trish's picture-perfect ass. She rubbed
and squeezed it through her silky black shorts, then used
her opposite hand to do the same to Trish's right breast.
Their kiss then picked up and became more heated than before.
"We have GOT to get you out of those clothes," Stephanie
surmised, once their mutual kiss was broken. Trish offered
no resistance as Stephanie quickly slid her white tank-top
up, and over her head. Then, as Stephanie reached around
Trish's body to unhook and dispose of her bra, the blonde
slid her black shorts downward and kicked them away with her
foot. I was surprised that she was not wearing any panties.
"Hmmmmm, beautiful," Stephanie purred, obviously referring
to Trish's nude form as she admired her from head to toe. An
instant later, Stephanie was groping Trish's bare breasts
with her hands, then did the same to her ass. They shared
another kiss before Stephanie glided her hot mouth downward,
toward the Canadian's large, heavy-set breasts.
Trish moaned and squealed in response as Stephanie latched
onto her nipple with her mouth and began nuzzling it as if
she were an infant. Trish held onto Stephanie's scalp with
both hands, weaving her fingers lovingly throughout her hair.
Meanwhile, I had my cock out and was busy stroking away,
my focus trained on the surveillance monitor in front of me.
"I know what I want," Stephanie grinned, her pretty eyes
flashing as she glared at Trish. "I wanna eat some pussy."
She licked her lips and added, "Why don't you lay back on
the bed for me, honey? I'll treat you REALLY good."
Trish grinned and nodded her head in response, then did
as she was instructed. The enchantress took a seat on the
edge of the bed and then reclined until she was laying flat
upon her back. Of course, her lush, tanned legs spread far
apart in the process - allowing Stephanie easy access.
Stephanie seized the moment as she dropped to her knees
and burrowed her face between Trish's inviting thighs. I
moaned myself as Trish's body tensed in pure arousal, her
neck and back arching high off the mattress. Stephanie was
already blistering her exquisite pussy with her tongue, as
well as a probing finger.
Her head thrashing about wildly, Trish slammed an open
palm upon the mattress and let loose with a long, drawn-out
sigh. Soon, Stephanie's finger was joined by a second. She
pistoned both fingers in-and-out of Trish's damp slit at a
very high rate of speed, her tongue still doing its thing.
"You're delicious!" Stephanie grinned. "You even smell
wonderful. God, Trish... I want to fuck you SOOOOO bad."
Probing her tongue into the slick confines of Trish's pussy,
Stephanie began to suck upon the rigid nub of her clitoris.
"OH MY!" Trish cried, tightly grasping Stephanie's head
as a serious bolt of sexual electricity shot throughout her.
It was obvious that the sensation of Stephanie's lips upon
her nether regions was driving Trish totally insane.
Soon, Stephanie reached up with her right hand and began
to play with one of Trish's nipples as she continued to work
her pussy into an all-out frenzy. A moment later, Trish
screamed and lashed out in intense passion once Stephanie
plunged her tongue deep into the confines of her pussy. It
joined forces with her pair of thrusting fingers, and thus,
Trish was now the recipient of a total sexual onslaught. She
bucked her hips as Stephanie pounded her little slit with
ruthless aggression, her tongue swirling about madly.
It wasn't too long before Trish had an orgasm of her own.
She erupted with Stephanie's immaculate, smiling face still
firmly nestled between her toned thighs, while screaming and
moaning out in a mad, passionate rage.
Once the orgasm had subsided, Stephanie moved upward and
then laid down on top of Trish upon the bed. She held the
blonde's arms above her head while rubbing her pussy-soaked
face over and across her lips. Trish extended her tongue,
licking her own juices from Stephanie's skin, and sucked it
down her throat. Seconds later, both ladies were kissing
once again as Stephanie gyrated her pelvis upon Trish's.
It was at this exact moment in time when my stroking had
become too much. I grunted and growled in self-inflicted
pleasure, my cock spewing itself all over my upper leg. I
wished one of the girls was here right now, so she could
clean this mess up with her mouth...
"I really needed that," Trish purred, now trading a series
of quick-hitting kisses with her room-mate. "Very badly."
"I need you," Stephanie grinned, her eyes locked with
Trish's. "I could provide you with everything that you
wanted from Lindsay, sweetheart, and a whole lot more. All
you have to do is give me a chance."
"I thought Devon was your girl," Trish countered. "You
and her are really close... right?"
"We are, yes," the 25-year-old responded. "But Devon is
no longer my girl. She was that way for one night. She is
Jeremy's girl now. There is no doubt about that."
"You have a point there," Trish nodded. "I was hoping
that Lindsay would love me the same way Devon loves Jeremy."
Stephanie frowned and said, "You have to get Lindsay out
of your mind. I don't know what you ever saw in that girl
to begin with. She is such a snob. You know what I heard
her say to Kristanna one day last week?"
"What?"
Stephanie shook her head and replied, "You may hate me
because I'm prettier than you, but you'll fuck me because
you can't resist." Stephanie made a face (so did I), then
surmised, "I wanted nothing to do with her after I heard
that. Of all the things to say to someone, that..."
Trish sighed and countered, "I could never resist her.
That was the problem. She seemed so young and innocent. It
has always been my fantasy to de-virginize another woman. I
never thought it would come true, but it did - with Lindsay.
I was in love with her from that very moment. There was
nothing that she could do which was wrong in my eyes."
"But I'm getting better," she continued. "I can't tell
you how glad Lindsay is no longer on the island with us. I
love her, yes, but know that I cannot be with her. It got
to the point - because of that - where I did not even want
to see Lindsay again. See her at all, I mean. I tried to
avoid her at all costs because every time I saw her, all it
did was make me hurt inside. Even if just for a second."
"I'd have given her everything there was to give - my
heart, my soul, my undying devotion. I would have done
anything to make her happy. That's all I wanted. I wanted
to make her smile. Yet..." Trish paused and added, "She
complains to Jeremy, saying I'm sexually harassing her. All
I ever did was try and be nice to her!"
"I know," Stephanie soothed, gently stroking Trish's
forehead with her hand. "I know, baby. And I'm sorry. But
Lindsay is gone. You'll never see her again. Move on..."
All Trish did in response was smile and kiss Stephanie on
the lips. Indeed, they did make a very nice couple.
* * *
I quickly pulled my shorts back up and into place as the
monitor which displayed the corridor outside of my personal
suite suddenly came to life. Devon triggered its motion
detector as she strolled down the hallway, stretching her
arms and back in the process. As she then entered our suite,
I stepped out of the voyeur room and sealed its entrance.
Decked out in a pair of flower-print shorts, which fit
her spectacular hips and thighs like spandex, and an orange
halter-top, Devon glanced at the wall which hid the voyeur
room and then offered me a charming smile. "I imagine that
you were listening in between Kristanna and me. What do you
have to say in regards to what she and I talked about?"
"Actually, I saw you two on the screen, but I was watching
Stephanie and Trish. They were..."
"No," Devon cut me off, laughing nervously. "I don't want
to hear what Stephanie and Trish were doing." Obviously,
Devon still felt uneasy that I eavesdropped on the others
and their intimate moments. That was fine, and I understood
her reasons. As long as she accepted my little kink and
still loved me, I had nothing to complain or whine about.
"What did you and Kristanna talk about, dear?"
Devon smiled and answered, "Oh... just the possibilities
that exist between the three of us. You know, Jeremy, there
are only seven weeks to go before the others go home. I am
content to stay here with you - as we have discussed - or
move off to one of those exotic, dream locations that you
suggested. I'll be with you and I'll be very happy with you,
Jeremy, but remember that I am bisexual. I need a woman."
"Or two, or three..." I teased.
"Kristanna said she would visit us no matter where we are
in the world," Devon went on, grinning. "I tried to talk
her into moving in with us, but she is so attached to her
family in Norway." Devon imitated Kristanna by saying, "She
spend enough time avay from dem right now as it is, ya."
I laughed at those words and countered, "Yes, I know. I
have tried to get Kristanna to move here in the past. She
doesn't want to leave her family behind like that." I pecked
Devon's forehead with a kiss and smiled, "You and Kristanna
have become really close as of late. I like that."
"It will be nice to see her, as she says, for a couple of
days out of every month," Devon nodded. "But what I really
want is a full-time girlfriend, Jeremy. You know... one if
she does not live with us, I can hop in the car and go see
her in five or ten minutes. Unfortunately, Kristanna can't
be that person for me because she also wants to spend time
with her family, which I understand."
"Hop in the car?" I retorted. "Sweetheart, if we live
somewhere other than this island, you'll hop in the LIMO."
Devon snickered at my proclamation, but then corrected me,
"No, I'll hop in the car. I like to drive, thank you."
"Whatever mi'lady wishes, mi'lady receives."
Devon grinned broadly and offered me a playful punch upon
the shoulder. "I'm not a mi'lady, I tell you!" She paused
and added, "What I'm saying, Jeremy, is that I would like a
full-time girlfriend after the summer ends. I know you will
not have any problems with that, because I plan on sharing
her with you. It would be ideal if she could live with us.
Kristanna will visit, but doesn't want to live with us. I
really think a good choice for that, if she is interested,
is someone right here on this island."
"Oh?" I countered, my eyebrows raised. "Who do you have
in mind, princess? Do tell..."
"No one inparticular," she answered. "I would be happy
with any of the girls. Amy would be great, because the sex
with her is always hard and physical. Pamela could give me
non-stop lap dances! I could really fall in love with
Stephanie, but her nursing career is too important to her to
totally give up. Trish would be ideal, because I think she
and I have a lot in common. Plus, I would just love to be
able to make her smile, and bring her some happiness."
"You want one of these girls to stay with us?"
"If there is an interest on her part, yes," Devon nodded.
"I would be happy with any of them. I really do not have a
preference right now, because I haven't allowed myself to
become too infatuated with any single one of them yet. It
would hurt too much at the end of the summer to say good-bye
forever if I had any real, emotional attachment. However,
if one is interested in a long-term relationship with us, I
would let my guard down and allow myself to fall in love.
Any of them would be perfect for me, Jeremy."
"I can't believe you don't have a preference."
"I don't - honestly," she reiterated. "What about you?"
"I've always been kind of partial to Pamela, myself."
Devon nodded and smiled, "I should have figured that.
Pamela is really nice and all, but she is so reserved. She
is not shy - just reserved."
"Mysterious is the word you are seeking," I told her.
"Yes, mysterious," Devon chirped. "You know, I think she
is that way because of her job as a stripper. Pamela has
built a wall around herself and really hides her emotions.
To be a successful stripper, I think, she would have to."
"I want to try and break that wall down before the summer
ends," I grinned. "I don't know if I'll be able to, though."
Devon wrapped her arms around my lower back and looked up
at me with an inquisitive expression. "You think I should
talk to Pamela, and gauge her interest?"
I shook my head and replied, "No... not right now. There
is no need to rush things. We still have seven weeks with
her. It would be best to take it slow."
"My favorite was Lindsay," Devon frowned. "I miss her."
My eyes went wide at those words as I countered, "Everyone
else, it seems, was mad at Lindsay."
"I wasn't mad at her," the blonde said. "I thought she
was a little doll. I'll never forget that night when she
dressed up as a schoolgirl and me, a cheerleader. That
three-some we had with you, Jeremy, was so intense."
I grinned and reminded her, "I already have that encounter
on DVD in my voyeur room, dear." Devon shot me a look as I
added, "All you have to do, in case you ever want to re-live
it, is let me know. I have it from four different angles."
"You do?" Devon asked, looking awestruck. "That was the
second greatest sexual experience of my entire life."
"Oh? Then what was the first?"
The 25-year-old grinned and returned, "That night when
you lit all those candles for me, Jeremy, and we had sex.
It was so romantic! I'll never forget it."
"You can re-live that in my voyeur room, too," I grinned.
Devon's inner defenses seemed to be breaking down as I added,
"You would do nothing wrong if you watched that disc, dear,
because it involves only you and I. You would not invade on
anyone's privacy. It's there if you want to see it. And...
I have it from four different angles, too."
"You have it on DVD?" she confirmed.
"Yes."
"Bring it out," Devon told me. "Bring it out here, and
I'll watch it on the television in front of the bed." She
curled up even closer to me and rubbed the newfound bulge
within my shorts. "It will be a little warm-up before you
and I fuck each others' brains out tonight, Jeremy."
I smiled at her and said, "Sounds like a plan..."
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