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"Island Fever" - Chapter 21 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2006
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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Story archive: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
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Dear Applicant,
Thank you for your interest in Project: Island Paradise.
My name is Jeremy and I am very pleased that you would like
more information on spending six weeks of your life (between
June and August 2006) with me on the island that I call home
in the South Pacific. To begin the application process, I
respectfully request that you fill out the basic information
sheet that you see below and mail it back to me by no later
than December 31, 2005. If there are any questions that you
prefer not to answer, simply leave them blank.
Once your basic information sheet is received, it will be
evaluated and reviewed and, if it meets certain criteria,
you will receive a more detailed application and accompanying
questionnaire in the mail by no later than January 21, 2006.
If you are one of the (only) six women who are ultimately
chosen to take part in Project: Island Paradise, you will be
compensated for your time, effort and energy at no less than
$100,000 USD. Much more information concerning compensation
and what will be expected of you is available in the 19 page
booklet that was also included in this mailing.
If, for whatever reason, you are no longer interested in
taking part in this project, simply discard this letter and
do not respond. You will not be contacted/bothered again. I
hope that you are interested, though, and that you take the
time to fill out the following information sheet and send it
back to me at the return address listed on the previous page.
Remember, the deadline date is December 31, 2005!
Thank you --- Jeremy [Last Name]
Please answer the questions below in your own words:
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FULL NAME: Devon Michelle [Last Name]
ADDRESS: [Street Address]
[City Name], PA [Zip Code]
HOME TELEPHONE: (835)xxx-xxxx
CELL TELEPHONE: (835)xxx-xxxx
BIRTHDATE: 3/28/1977 ZODIAC SIGN: Aries
WHERE BORN: Allentown, PA
FATHER NAME: Dennis
MOTHER NAME: Madeline
BROTHERS AND SISTERS, NAMES AND AGES:
Denise - 32, Mark - 26, David - 24
PETS - WHAT KINDS AND NAMES:
Three cats (Gizmo, Sassy and Jasmine)
And a baby kitten - named BOO
HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE?: Yes
DID/ARE YOU ATTEND/ING COLLEGE?: Yes
IF YES, WHERE?: Kutztown University (Kutztown, PA)
ARE YOU STILL ATTENDING?: No
DID YOU GRADUATE?: Yes (1999)
COLLEGE DEGREE?: Yes - in Project Management
EMPLOYED AS: Project Manager
EMPLOYED WHERE: [Company Name] in Laureldale, PA
LENGTH OF EMPLOYMENT: Five years
MOST PREVIOUS JOB (IF ANY): Department store clerk
--- PERSONAL STATISTICS ---
HEIGHT: 5-3 COLOR HAIR: Blonde
WEIGHT: 105 COLOR EYES: Blue
SHIRT SIZE: Small
DRESS SIZE: Small
TROUSER, IN-SEAM:
SHOE SIZE: 6-1/2
MEASUREMENTS: 34D-22-32
RING SIZE:
--- FAVORITES ---
ACTOR: Brad Pitt
ACTRESS: Sarah Michelle Gellar
SINGER: Richard Marx
FOOD: French fries and burritos
CITY: New York
COUNTRY (OTHER THAN USA):
ANIMAL: Cat
FLOWER: Ginger
CAR: _Porsche 911 Cabriolet Carrera_ convertible
TV SHOW: _The X-Files_
MOVIE: _9-1/2 Weeks_
PERFUME: Giorgio COLOR: Hot Pink
STYLE OF CLOTHES: Tight, cute, sexy
FAVORITE EVENING ON THE TOWN (DESCRIBE IN DETAIL):
I like to get dressed up and have dinner at
a nice restaurant that takes a long time.
Curling up with my man on the sofa and
watching an old horror movie would be the
perfect capper for the evening.
WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A MALE/FEMALE?:
Honesty, responsibility, good looks, nice
build and very loving.
DESCRIBE YOUR CURRENT FANTASY IN DETAIL:
I want to be a _Playboy_ centerfold or a
_Penthouse_ Pet! j/k! Honestly, my fantasy
is to meet the perfect man, fall madly in
love with him and get married and eventually
have a big, happy family.
MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT:
Accidentally losing my bikini top while
swimming at a public beach... OOPS!
HOBBIES: Dancing, jet and snow skiing, swimming,
bicycling, rollerblading, listening to music
PLEASE GIVE A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOURSELF AS A PERSON:
I am a very friendly and outgoing person. I
enjoy meeting new people and I treat anyone
who is good to me like pure gold. I love
the beach and want the world to be a very
happy and peaceful place. My ultimate
dream is to always be happy and have a
wonderful family of my own someday soon!
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Sighing, I took a deep breath and shook my head as I
reviewed Devon's initial application - dated 12/26/2005 -
for the island here within my private suite. Following a
highly emotional evening when Devon claimed that she no
longer wanted me to be in her life - because I eavesdropped
on her and the others with the help of the voyeur room -
preceded by the surprise proclamation of love between
Kristanna and yours truly, I felt drained. Totally drained.
Although I had every intention of pursuing a bona-fide
relationship and commitment with Kristanna, I still felt
horribly downtrodden and guilty because Devon was so angry
at me. Of course, she had every right to be. Who could
blame her? I had betrayed Devon's trust and violated her
privacy - as well as all of the others' - by eavesdropping
on them in their most private and intimate moments.
A frown came to my face as I admired Devon's stylish,
elegant handwriting in blue upon the application. I never
thought that I could have a worse, more pitiful feeling than
I did when Victoria, my ex-fiancee, left me standing at the
altar for another woman some 13 years ago. What happened
that fateful day nearly destroyed my psyche.
Believe it or not, though, but Devon being so horribly
upset at me and my actions was much more painful than what
Victoria had ever done to me. I felt so terrible because,
essentially, I had hurt Devon. That was the worst thing of
all. _I_ was the one to blame. No one else was at fault.
My wish was that I could have the opportunity to explain
to Devon that the voyeur room was nothing but a harmless
kink of mine. I did not eavesdrop on her and the others
with any malice in my heart. I did not sell the computer
files and DVD discs for profit. Nor was there a feed of
everything that happened here broadcasting live on the
Internet. Like any normal man if put in my position, I
simply enjoyed watching the girls in their private moments.
I do not believe that there is any man out there in the
world who would not do the same, exact thing that I do if
presented with the opportunity. The voyeur room gave me an
additional insight to who all of the girls were as people.
In my mind, at least, my voyeurism tendencies were harmless.
I did nothing wrong with the footage. Nothing at all.
Unfortunately, Devon did not see things that way. Even
worse, she absolutely refused to speak with me anymore.
Thus, I did not even have the opportunity to get her to see
things my way. Someone who once had pure, genuine feelings
for me now hated me with a passion. It was all my fault.
"Where is Kristanna?" I asked out loud, glancing at my
wristwatch. My Norwegian sweetheart said at 8:03am that she
was going off to the kitchen to grab us an early breakfast -
perhaps a couple of doughnuts and some milk. That was 15
minutes ago. Kristanna should have been back by now.
Curious, I took another deep breath and then glanced at
the opposite wall, which concealed the voyeur room. After a
moment or two of thought, I nodded my head and slowly rose
to my feet. The voyeur room would tell me where Kristanna -
and my milk and doughnuts morning snack - was. That was
another thing. I skipped dinner last evening and now, as a
result, felt incredibly hungry.
* * *
Moments later, my eyes swelled with an equal amount of
interest and fright as I spotted Kristanna engaged with
Devon in what appeared to be a heated argument on one of the
surveillance monitors here within the voyeur room. From my
initial glance, at least, it seemed as if Kristanna was
giving Devon a hard lecture in the foyer.
"Go away, Kristanna!" Devon demanded, obviously upset.
Defiant, the 26-year-old shook her head and countered, "I
am sorry, but I am not about to go away. Think about what
you are doing, Devvy. Think about what you are saying. Get
a grip on yourself! 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, Devvy. 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 cannot believe that he spies on us!"
Kristanna shifted her weight from one foot to the other
and stared at Devon with both hands on her hips. "Jeremy is
the type of man that comes around once in a lifetime. I know
that, Devvy, and so do you. He would do anything for you.
He would risk everything to be with you." Kristanna
hesitated for a moment, then added, "And you're about to walk
away from him because you don't like a little kink of his?"
It was at this moment in time when I fully realized that
Kristanna was attempting to reconcile Devon with me. That
was great and everything... but why would Kristanna want to
do that? After last night, at least, Kristanna and I had
mutually agreed to pursue a relationship with each other
from now on. Had she changed her mind?
"If Jeremy is not the one for you, Devvy, walk away.
Break the man's heart. You just BETTER MAKE SURE that you
do not have any second thoughts about it, because there is
no coming back. Myself, I do know that YOU are the one for
HIM. I have known the man for seven years. Seven years!
I have never seen him any happier than he has been when with
you during these past couple of weeks. You want to give
everything up, Devvy, all because you do not like a small
portion of who he is as a whole person?" Kristanna shook
her and added, "If so... then you are crazy. Stupid."
"I am not stupid!"
"I love Jeremy, Devvy. I want him to be happy. It is
all that I have ever wanted for him. He is a wonderful man,
a great man who thinks the world of you. How many times
have you told me this yourself? Never again will you find a
man who is more sincere, thoughtful and loving than Jeremy.
HOW MANY TIMES have you told me that same, exact thing?"
"Think about what you are giving up," Kristanna 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, Devvy. Go home
like you claim that you want to do. Do it. A week from now,
you are going to be so incredibly mad at yourself for making
the single, biggest mistake of your entire life."
"Think about all of the many times since you and I met
each other that you have told me how attracted you are to
Jeremy. Think about all of the times that you have told me
that he is the sweetest and most wonderful man you have ever
met. No man could be more wonderful than Jeremy. You have
told me that a COUNTLESS number of times. Think about it,
Devvy. Use your brain. DON'T DO THIS. DON'T LEAVE."
"Go ahead if you want to," Kristanna sniped, pointing
toward the closed door of the foyer. "Go ahead and leave.
_LEAVE_! Go back to your life in Pennsylvania. Go back to
the parents who ignore the existence of their own daughter.
Go back to that pig of a boyfriend you once had." Kristanna
nodded her head and professed, "If you think that life is
better than what Jeremy - as well as myself - would provide
you with here on this island, be my guest. Go right ahead,
and go home. I will wish you nothing but the best."
Finally able to get a word in edge-wise, Devon stayed on
the defensive by countering, "You don't think that Jeremy is
doing anything wrong with all those hidden video cameras?"
Kristanna shook her head. "No."
Devon threw her arm out in pure anger and huffed, "Well,
of course you don't think so! You are in on it with him!
You know all about him spying on us!"
"You already know that you and all of the other girls were
brought here because Jeremy was hoping to meet his eventual
bride," Kristanna said. "The original intent of the voyeur
room - that is what we call it - was that Jeremy could listen
in to what everyone said about him behind his back. The man
is worth two billion dollars in American currency, Devvy. He
wanted to be sure that whomever he chose to be with liked him
for the type of person that he is... NOT his bank account."
"Money never once entered into my line of thinking when
it came to Jeremy!" Devon seemed even more upset now. "I
could care less if he has two billion dollars or two cents!
All I have ever wanted is someone who is nice and loving...
someone who treats me good. Someone who is HONEST! Until
last night, I thought that person was Jeremy!"
"No man is more honest than Jeremy."
"_BULLSHIT_!" Devon exploded, which caused me to hang my
head low here in the voyeur room. Obviously, she was very
angry now. I had never heard Devon use such a hateful tone
of voice - or that specific word - until just now.
"How did he lie to you?" Kristanna insisted. "How was he
dishonest with you? Everything that man has said to you,
Devvy, has been the God's honest truth. The one thing that
he held back from you - the voyeur room - he fessed up about
it. But he was honest about it. It took some time, yes,
but he eventually fessed up about it and came clean. Jeremy
NEVER ONCE lied to you. He would NEVER lie to you."
Devon folded her arms and glared at Kristanna. "I do not
see how you can possibly stand up for him like this!"
"The voyeur room made Jeremy notice you and realize that
your feelings for him were totally pure and sincere a lot
quicker than he would have without it," Kristanna advised
her. "Jeremy is paranoid, Devvy. Anyone with the amount of
money that he has is paranoid when it comes to dating and
relationships. But thanks to the voyeur room, he heard all
of the many wonderful things that you said about him to
Camille. About how you were in love with him from the very
beginning. About how when you had sex with him, you found it
extremely difficult to control yourself. Jeremy's fear is
that he will fall in love with some gold-digger who cares
only about his money and not him, marry her and then, a year
or two later, she files for divorce and cleans out his bank
account. That would probably not hurt him all that much.
What WOULD hurt him, though, is that he thought the woman
was in love with him when, in fact, she wasn't. Jeremy is
in no condition to have his heart broken AGAIN."
Kristanna paused for a brief moment, then continued, "He
wants the same things out of life that you do, Devvy. The
same, exact things. He wants to be loved. He wants to know
that the love is pure and sincere. Jeremy wants to be happy.
That man cares about you so very much. YOU care about him."
Kristanna shook her head. "I have gone to bat for you
with him so many times. I have told Jeremy TIME AND TIME
again that you love him, Devvy... that you care about him,
want to be with him. I have told Jeremy that you would be a
better match for him than Pamela or any of the girls here,
too. Why? Number one, that is my opinion. I believe that.
But even more importantly, I did it for you, Devvy. FOR YOU.
_I_ want YOU to be happy, too!"
"Let me ask you a question," Kristanna requested. "Your
last boyfriend, Barrett... how long were you with him?"
"Seven years," Devon replied.
"Barrett treated you like garbage," Kristanna told her.
"How often did you catch him cheating on you with another
woman? How often did he take advantage of you and your good
nature? Manipulate you for his own greed? How many times
did he make you so incredibly angry that you felt as if you
were going to burst? How many times did he lie to you? You
told me that this Barrett mistreated you CONSTANTLY. Yet...
you stayed with him for seven years. From what you have
told me, Devvy, this guy really did not care all that much
about you. You put up with seven years of mental abuse and
neglect from Barrett. With the way that Jeremy has treated
you, with how sweet and good of a gentleman he is... you are
going to ditch him after one imperfection? One indiscretion?
If so... again, you are crazy. Totally insane. And stupid."
"That's a pretty big indiscretion!" Devon huffed. "Spying
on us with all of those hidden video cameras!"
"It's not worse than Barrett lying to you about going out
with his friends, only to meet some woman - a woman that you
thought was your best friend, noless - for sex." Kristanna
shook her head and added, "You put up with garbage like that
from Barrett for seven years."
Kristanna rubbed her bleary eyes and took a deep breath.
"Look, I am not going to argue with you anymore, Devvy. If
you REALLY want to go home, neither Jeremy nor myself will
stand in your way. We want you to stay. Myself, _I_ am not
EVER going to leave Jeremy again. I love the man and want
to spend the rest of my life with him. I have no plans of
going back to Norway unless he is with me. But think about
it. There is the real possibility of something so special
between us, Devvy... the THREE of us. Me, you and Jeremy.
Given time, the three of us could be a family. We would be
insanely happy. Jeremy and I would treat you with all of
the love and respect that you could handle. MORE than you
could handle, in fact. Jeremy loves you with all of his
heart and soul. _I_ love you too, Devvy." Tears began to
form within Kristanna's eyes as she finished, "I believe
that it would be a really big mistake on your part if you
passed this opportunity up, and let it go by the wayside."
Holding back her own flow of tears, Devon sighed and
glanced downward. I did not know whether or not those
strong words had changed her mind, but Devon was clearly
somewhat shaken and not near as angry as before. Devon's
ex-boyfriend - Barrett - was a sensitive subject for her.
"Find the part of yourself that wants to love Jeremy,"
Kristanna reiterated. "Find it, and draw from it. Else,
you will be making the biggest mistake of your life by
leaving him, and going home." Kristanna sniffed her nose
and added, "Find the part of yourself that wants to love
ME. _ME_, Devvy. I certainly love you with all of my
heart. The three of us... we could be so happy together.
IF Jeremy did anything wrong or sneaky with the voyeur room,
_I_ would not allow him to continue to use it. I would
never stand for it. You must realize that!"
Kristanna turned and pointed toward the exit of the foyer.
"I'm going back to Jeremy's room. I can't say anything more
to try and convince you that Jeremy is, indeed, a great guy.
It is your choice, Devvy. Go back home to Pennsylvania if
you want. Jeremy and I could have you on an airline flight
back to the United States this afternoon if you wish. I...
I hope you decide to stay, though. Jeremy loves you. _I_
love you. You have two people who would give anything at
all to make you happy. I hope that you realize that."
Kristanna wiped an excess of tears away from her eyes and
sniffed her nose again. "I will be in Jeremy's room if you
reach your decision. If anything, I hope that you take some
time to think about it beforehand. You leave this island,
Devvy, and there is no coming back. You leave... not only
will you break Jeremy's heart, but you'll break mine, too.
But worst of all, you will also break your own heart..."
With those words, Kristanna turned and exited the foyer.
Once it became clear that Kristanna was returning to my
luxury suite - instead of grabbing a few doughnuts and a
glass of milk from the kitchen as she originally intended -
I rose out of my chair and quickly exited the voyeur room.
I promptly went to the entrance of my personal suite and
waited for Kristanna to make her appearance at the other end
of the long corridor. When she did, I rushed forward and
closed the distance between us, and hugged her fiercely.
"Did you watch?" was her question, as she clutched me
with both arms in return.
"Yes," I answered, planting a simple kiss upon her cheek.
"Most of it, at least. I saw what I needed to see."
"Is Devvy coming here, too?"
"I don't know," I said, which brought a definite frown to
Kristanna's face. "I left the voyeur room right after your
little talk with her was over." After ending the embrace and
stepping back, I placed a hand under Kristanna's chin and
gazed into her tear-stained eyes. "You are the one who is
perfect for me, sweetheart. No one else but you." I kissed
away a few of those tears and smiled, "You are _my girl_."
"The three of us - me, you and Devvy - are perfect for
each other," the 26-year-old corrected me. "I know that you
love and care for Devvy, Jeremy. I know that you feel very
guilty that you hurt her. But I think the three of us could
be very happy together if we give the idea a chance."
"The idea of a three-way relationship?"
"Yes," she nodded. "Maybe even a three-way marriage..."
My eyes wide, I allowed those powerful words to sink in
and register as I stared at Kristanna for several seconds.
I really liked this aggressive and forthright side of her.
"You truly care about Devon... don't you?"
Kristanna sniffed her nose and grinned at me. "You know
that I do. I am in love with Devvy the same way that Trish
is in love with Lindsay. ALMOST the same way that I am in
love with you... crazy Jeremy."
I chuckled and then embraced her once again. It was good
to see - even in this dark and emotional moment - a glimpse
of Kristanna's unique sense of humor. She was very adept at
throwing little digs such as _crazy Jeremy_ at me. Without
a doubt, though, my favorite dig of all-time from her was
_jack-off Jeremy_ (or _yack-off Jeremy_, as she had said it).
In my eyes, at least, Kristanna was priceless. Her sense of
humor and zany nature had always been very endearing to me.
"� Gud... nei!" Kristanna suddenly exclaimed in her native
tongue, even stepping away from me and looking angry.
"What?" I wondered, confused.
She shook her head and frowned at me. "_Oh God... no_.
That is what I said. I forgot your milk and doughnuts! I
am so sorry, Jeremy! I was on my way to the kitchen when I
came across Devvy. She was still very mad from last night,
obviously, and then we started arguing a bit." Kristanna
frowned again and appeared somewhat antsy. "Can you forgive
me, Jeremy? I will go to the kitchen and get your food now."
"That will not be necessary," I gently remarked, glancing
over Kristanna's shoulder at the person who suddenly appeared
at the far end of the corridor. Once Kristanna realized that
I was fixated on a certain individual over her shoulder, she
quickly turned her head around and groaned at the sight.
"DEVVY!"
With a collection of tears all her own, Devon meandered
forward and looked at both of us with a distant, troubled
expression on her face. Kristanna quickly broke away from
me and went over to Devon, only to throw both arms around
her in a wild, emotional embrace. More tears streaked down
Devon's face as she returned Kristanna's embrace with one of
her own. I got the sense that Devon was going to say...
"I'm so s-sorry, Kr-Krissy." Devon rubbed her hands over
and across Kristanna's back several times in succession and
kissed her neck in the process. "Kr-Kri-Krissy b-baby... I
should have never d-doubted your words in the first place."
A wide, ear-to-ear smile came to my own face as Devon added,
"I would be h-honored if you and J-Jeremy were to be gracious
enough to allow me into your lives..."
"Of course!" Kristanna exclaimed, overcome with happiness.
"Jeremy has to agree to it, too," Devon murmured, her eyes
shifting toward me. She released Kristanna from her arms and
slowly stepped toward me. The tears really started to flow
once she made eye contact with me and pined, "I'm so sorry for
slapping you across the face like I did last night, Jeremy.
I... I've never done anything l-like that, b-before."
"Come here," I said, my arms extended. Devon immediately
stepped into them and we shared our own loving embrace.
At the same time, Kristanna held both hands to her mouth
and looked at us with an equal mixture of relief and joy
on her face. Soon, she closed the distance between us and
gently patted Devon upon the back of her shoulder. "What
made you change your mind, honey?"
Devon turned and looked at Kristanna directly in the eyes.
"You did." She grasped Kristanna's right hand with her own
and brought it to her lips for a kiss. "Just... if you say
that neither of you use that secret room in a bad way, I...
I believe you. I have no choice but to believe you, Krissy,
because no one has ever treated me any better than you and
Jeremy have. I... I WANT to believe you. I NEED to believe
you. I really have no reason NOT to believe you. It just...
it took me a little time to... to re-realize... that."
With her back turned to me, I placed my hands on either
side of Devon's waist and rested my chin where her arm and
shoulder met, near her neck. At the same time, she reached
back with her left arm and hooked it around my torso. I
kissed her neck and murmured, "There is no need for you to
apologize to me, sweetheart. I deserved to be slapped."
Kristanna giggled and suddenly brought an open palm up
and held it just a couple of inches from my exposed face.
"I will be happy to slap you if you want, Jeremy! I will
have lots of fun doing it, too!" Ahh... that legendary
sense of humor. Kristanna was a Godsend for me.
"I think he has been slapped enough," Devon frowned.
Kristanna made a fist and warned me with a grin, "I'll
put a pop-knot on your forehead big enough to hang a spare
tire on." I chuckled at her words as she soon added, "I'll
be on you, Jeremy, like ants on a fish head." This time, I
started laughing. She waved her fist at me and ended with,
"I'll go through you like fear through the French army."
I shook my head at her and laughed again. "Priceless..."
Kristanna put her hand down and gazed into Devon's blue
eyes. "Did you tell anyone else about the voyeur room?"
Devon shook her head and looked back my way for a brief
instant. "No. Jeremy made me promise to keep it a secret
before he showed it to me. Otherwise, I guess, he was not
going to show me the room. I... I have never broken a
promise in my life. I never will, either."
"That's good," Kristanna nodded. "There would be a riot
here right now if the others knew about the voyeur room. We
are not doing anything bad with it, Devvy. Nothing bad at
all. In fact..." Kristanna paused and brought a hand to
Devon's face. "Let me take you into the voyeur room and
show you around it. It's quite the interesting place."
Devon shook her head and fretted, "Oh... I don't know if
that is such a good idea..."
Kristanna smiled and winked an eye at her. "Devvy, do
you remember the first time that you and I had sex? Jeremy
was with us, too. It was on that Sunday at the beach when
all three of us had that picnic. We had a three-some."
"Uh huh," Devon nodded, curious.
"Do you remember telling me how exciting it was? How
memorable of an experience it was for you? And how you
wish that you could re-live it again?"
"Yeah..."
Kristanna smiled once more. "You _CAN_ re-live it. We
have the whole encounter on file and DVD in the voyeur room.
I have watched it five or six times already, myself, because
it was my first time having sex with my two favorite people
in the whole, wide world - you and Jeremy - together. It was
our first three-some. First of many, hopefully..."
"You have it on video?"
"Oh yes," Kristanna reiterated, wrapping an arm around
Devon's shoulder and guiding her toward - what appeared to
be from this point on - _our_ private suite. The three of
us. "In fact, Devvy, I made a little video out of it. I
have it from six different angles on one of the DVD discs.
I would LOVE to show it to you if you are interested in it."
Kristanna giggled and added, "I guess this means that you
are a pornstar now! Devvy wevvy girl... the pornstar!"
Devon let loose with an uncomfortable chuckle. "Pornstar?
I am not all too certain that I like the sound of that." She
then took a deep breath and mused, "I... I am really going to
try and keep an open mind about that secret room."
Kristanna escorted Devon into the luxury suite as I
followed close behind them in tow. "I will even show you a
few of the private conversations that Jeremy and I have had
about you. About how sweet you are, about how we love you.
About how you are a better match for Jeremy than any of the
other girls here... ESPECIALLY Pamela. We have EVERYTHING
that happens on this island at our disposal." Kristanna
glanced back at me. "Mind if I show Devvy those videos?"
"Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. As Kristanna
then led Devon into the voyeur room, which was still open
from earlier, I placed a hand on my stomach and commented,
"I think I will go off to the kitchen and get my own early
breakfast." Both ladies glanced back my way as I asked them,
"Would either of you like something to eat?"
Kristanna looked at Devon and giggled. "Each other?"
Devon shook her head and chuckled. "No, Jeremy. I am
fine... but thank you for asking."
"Krissy?"
"No thank you, Jeremy. I think that having Devvy with me
will keep my mind away from the fact I am hungry until it is
time for the regular ten o'clock breakfast." She glanced at
her wristwatch and commented, "It's only 90 minutes away."
"Can I ask you a question?" Devon said to Kristanna.
"Of course."
"What happened to your accent?"
Kristanna and I looked at each other, then laughed...
* * *
When I stepped into the kitchen no more than five minutes
later, I was immediately captivated by the sight of Amy, who
looked downright scintillating. The insatiable vixen - even
at this very early hour of the morning - was decked-out in a
short, little mini-skirt, which had a base color of white,
along with frilly red flower designs scattered all over it.
The tiny mini-skirt was quite a snug fit, so needless to say,
it displayed the full shape and texture of Amy's luscious
hips in a most enticing manner. Her sleek, graceful legs,
which were encased beautifully in dark stockings, were also
accentuated to the greatest extent by a sinful pair of spiked
high-heeled shoes. In just one word, Amy looked incredible.
Of all of the women here on the island, I liked Amy in a
mini-skirt the most. Why? Amy loved wearing them because
she was such a relentless flirt and tease. It also helped
that she had a plump, round ass. Covered by a tight, little
mini-skirt, that sweet ass would jiggle and twitch with each
and every step, as her hips swayed from side-to-side. Add
in a sexy, little strut, and Amy was in her flirting element.
But Amy was rarely one to disappoint with what she chose
to wear above the waist, too. In addition to the sexy white
mini-skirt with the red flower designs, Amy was wearing a
red silk blouse which was also a very tight fit. The shape
of her full, firm breasts were clearly featured and outlined
by the blouse. Each big, luscious globe would invariably
bounce and jiggle beneath the silky, sheer material with
every single move that Amy made.
In short, Amy was a walking _T & A Show_ whose physical
beauty and features were the stuff that legends were made of.
It was a very rare occurrence when Amy failed to leave a long
and lasting impression no matter where she went. Amy could
aptly be described as the embodiment of many-a-man's ultimate
fantasy girl. With the body of a lingerie model and the legs
of a showgirl, Amy stood 5-foot-6 and weighed 130 pounds.
She had a remarkable 36d-25-36 figure and the type of
cover-girl face that any man would love to _unload_ on!
After admiring Amy from afar for perhaps 15 seconds as
she stood at the kitchen counter, waiting for something in
the microwave to finish heating up, I decided to make my
presence known. "Hi Amy," I offered in a cordial voice, a
smile also upon my face. "What are you doing up so early?"
I smiled at her and added, "I hope all is well with you."
Amy turned her head and promptly frowned at me. Her eyes
went narrow for a split-second - in anger? - before she
quickly glanced away from me. Was Amy mad at me? If so...
why? Did Devon tell her and the others about the voyeur
room? No... Devon said that she did not. But did Amy hear
Devon and Kristanna arguing about the voyeur room earlier?
What other possible reason would Amy have to be mad at me?
Nothing else really came to mind.
"Is something wrong?"
Amy slowly turned her head toward me and looked at me
with hurt eyes. Now, there was no doubt that she was upset.
In fact... angry. "Yes Jeremy... something is wrong."
"What?" I asked, stepping further into the kitchen and
eventually closing the distance between us. I said a silent
prayer to the high Heavens that Amy - nor anyone else, for
that matter - did not know about the voyeur room. "What is
wrong, sweetheart? Did someone hurt you?"
"You did."
Uh oh. "How?" I asked, gulping my throat.
Amy swung her arm outward and pined, "You walked out on
my birthday party last night!"
"Your... bir-birthday party? I... I did?" _OH_!
Although I was glad that Amy seemed to know nothing of
the voyeur room or its existence, my eyes narrowed anyway
and I looked at her in concern. Amy was right. I did walk
out on her birthday party last evening. Even worse, I did
not return. In fact - with the wild events of the past 12
hours or so - first Devon slapping me, then Kristanna and I
pledging our love for one another, and finally our emotional
reconciliation with Devon - I had all but forgotten that Amy
even had a birthday. For that, I felt downright terrible.
"I am sorry, Amy," I offered, placing my hands on her
shoulders and gently grasping them. "I'm not going to lie
to you and come up with a poor excuse. Really, I have no
excuse. I am so very sorry, sweetheart."
"Why didn't you come back to the party after you went
looking for Lindsay?"
I let out a loud sigh and shook my head in response. "I
had a horrible argument with Devon that left me... feeling
really bad. I thought for awhile that she wanted nothing at
all to do with me anymore. Kristanna showed up a little bit
later and we started talking. I was feeling really bad.
Eventually... Kristanna and I fell asleep."
"What happened between you and Devon?"
I shook my head once again. "What happened is not all
that important. What is important, though, is that she and
I have patched things up. We are back together." I rubbed
Amy's shoulder and continued, "Still, that is no excuse. It
was despicable of me not return to your birthday party. I
pull no punches or offer any excuses on the subject."
Amy sighed and glanced away from me for a moment. "Oh...
you weren't the only one. As things wound up, Camille was
the only one who stayed for the entire duration of my party.
Lindsay stormed out because all of us were poking too much
fun at her with her comments about canned tuna. She never
came back. You went out searching for her, I guess, but you
never came back either. Pamela got mad at Devon and Krissy
about something, then SHE walked out, too. Never came back.
Devon then said that she had to go off and find you, Jeremy.
SHE never came back. A few minutes later, Kristanna told us
that she was gonna search for you and Devon. And bingo, you
guessed it... Kristanna never came back, either."
Apparently, Amy was holding back the tears now. "Trish
did not even bother to show up at all. Said that she was
sick with the flu. If it was her birthday - short of being
in the hospital - I would have been there no matter how sick
I was." Amy covered her eyes and sobbed, "I guess th-that
shows just what everyone here r-really thinks about m-me!
Everyone except Camille walked out on my birthday party!
Or, in Trish's case... did not even bother to sh-show up!"
"Hey..." I countered, now feeling a tremendous amount of
sympathy for Amy, as I brought her into my arms and embraced
her in a friendly manner. At the same time, I was extremely
angry at myself. No matter what happened to me last night,
how could I have forgotten about Amy's birthday party? How
would I feel if the roles were reversed, and everyone had
walked out during my birthday party? Just as bad as Amy...
"I can only speak for Devon, Kristanna and myself," were
my words. "Again, I offer no excuses. None for any of us.
But last night... it was a very emotional time for all of us.
I thought that Devon hated me. For awhile, she did hate me.
Kristanna showed up and she was there to comfort me when I
needed her most. I... I was crying last night, Amy. That
is how bad it was for me. Again, I am not offering you an
excuse. I am just saying what happened. Kristanna and I
said things to each other last night that were... they were
seven years in the making. Both of us cried, really, and we
wound up falling asleep in each others' arms."
"What about when Lindsay left?" Amy lamented, still very
upset. "Pamela? Devon? Trish did not even show up!"
"I can only imagine that, because Devon was so horribly
angry at me, she wanted to be left alone last evening," was
my response. "Again, that is not an excuse for her." I
placed my hand on the back of Amy's head and gently mused,
"All I can really do is say that I am sorry. Would there...
is there any possible way that I can make it up to you?"
Her green eyes totally saturated with tears, Amy pulled
her head away from my shoulder and frowned at me. "No..."
"Amy..." I pleaded with her. "You know full well that I
would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. I would
never do anything to hurt ANY of you girls on purpose. I
care about all of you too much. Words will never describe
how horrible I feel inside or how sorry I am that I did not
come back to your party. Please let me make it up to you."
"You should have never left the party in the first place!"
Amy screamed, her voice raising several octaves with every
word. "You should have just let Lindsay go on her merry,
little way, instead of leaving to go and search for her!
YOU were the one who started everyone else leaving!"
"She was angry at the way you and the others were making
fun of her, Amy. The only reason that I went searching for
Lindsay is because, in all honesty, I wanted to settle her
down and have her come BACK to the party. But Devon found
me and everything went downhill from there. I am very sorry,
dear, but I will do whatever I can to make it up to you."
"Yesterday was my _32nd_ birthday," Amy commented, still
visibly upset. "Instead of being HOME in Ohio with all of my
friends and family where I should be, I find myself on an
island thousands and thousands away where everyone - except
Camille - either walked out on my party or simply chose not
to attend it at all!" Amy seemed to become even more
agitated once she sniped at me, "How do you think that makes
me feel, Jeremy? HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?"
"I'm sure that it doesn't make you feel good," I frowned.
"But please... let me do something to make it up to you, Amy.
Anything. I don't want anyone to be mad at me."
Amy thought things over for a moment, only to then pout
at me and shake her head in disapproval. "I am very sorry,
Jeremy, but there is nothing that you can do. There are
some things in this world that, no matter what, you just
cannot be forgiven for. This is one of them."
With those words, Amy turned her back to me and walked
off in an exasperated huff. Stunned, I simply stood there
and watched her until she exited the kitchen. Amy did not
even wait for whatever she had in the microwave to finish.
I could not believe that Amy refused to accept my apology.
Aside from Amy, my first thought was naturally of Devon
and Kristanna. Since both of the ladies were in the voyeur
room right now, I figured that they had listened in and
eavesdropped on my discussion with Amy. Thus, Devon had
just been given a first-hand lesson on what a powerful and,
at least for me, addictive tool the voyeur room could be.
I wondered what her thoughts were on the subject.
My only hope with Amy was that much like Devon, she would
accept my apology and forgive me as time went on. Although I
understood Amy's anger and would most likely feel the same,
exact way if the roles were reversed, I still held out hope
that she would eventually overlook my indiscretion. I could
never deal with anyone being mad at me...
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