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"Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 6 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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IMPORTANT!: Note that this story takes place _between_ the
events of chapters 36 & 37 of "Island Paradise: Eternity".
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"Ashley may be your personal blowjob machine, Jeremy, but
you have to admit that I was the prototype," Kristanna said
to me, grinning broadly, as we relaxed in the twilight by
the outdoor pool on this warm, breezy Friday evening. "I
was sucking your cock long before anyone else ever did. Not
even your ex-fiancee, Victoria, did it for you."
"Not only are you the prototype, Krissy, but you are still
the more advanced model," I countered. "I guess they don't
make blowjob machines the same way they used to. Little
Ashley is great, but no one compares with you and Devon."
Kristanna nodded her head and grinned, "Now that is what I
want to hear. You can have sex with any of our guests, but
you never forget who is most important to you - me and Devvy.
Yes! That is what I want to hear from you!"
"Most important?" I responded. "You and Devon are the
ONLY two people who are important to me. Everyone else is
icing on the cake - if you know what I mean."
"What a delicious cake that must be!" Kristanna giggled.
"I still haven't gotten the chance to be with little Ashley
yet." Yes - that is what things had come to. When Devon,
Kristanna and yours truly discussed Ashley, we occasionally
added the descriptor _little_ before her name simply because
she seemed fresh and innocent, and so very young.
"You and Devvy have been hogging her all to yourselves."
Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and added, "Actually, you
have been keeping Ashley to yourself, Jeremy."
"I think she has spent a lot of time with Caitlyn, too,"
I informed her. "They fall asleep in each other's arms now
at night, which I think is wonderful. Ashley is coming out
of her life-long shell with every passing second."
"You're not pushing her too hard?"
"Not at all," I answered. "I admit that I was a little
rough with her earlier this afternoon, but Ashley had no
complaints or problems about it. All she could do was tell
me how good I made her feel. That made _me_ feel good."
"Just don't get carried away," Kristanna mused. "The
girl just lost her virginity to you and Devvy on Monday.
Today is Friday. Ashley has done a lot this week." The
23-year-old snickered before saying, "You're going to burn
that pussy of hers up, Jeremy. By the time she leaves in
seven weeks, little Ashley's pussy is gonna be burnt raw."
"Hopefully," I winked.
"And I bet she will open her legs for anyone who wants a
taste when she gets back to Oklahoma," Kristanna went on.
"No matter what her family thinks of her. You have opened a
can of worms with her, Jeremy. You've awakened a beast!
Ashley is so insatiable... it's not even funny!"
"When are you going to get your turn with her?"
"Whenever I feel like knocking on her door and asking if
she wants to have sex," Kristanna replied. "That will most
likely be all it will take with her." The Norwegian grinned
and added, "You know those commercials where they say that
you could learn a lot from a dummy? Well, you can learn a
lot from a slut, too. I bet Devvy is gonna teach everything
she knows about sex to Ashley before things are all said and
done. If you don't wear her pussy thin, Jeremy, Devvy will!"
"Krissy..." I chided her, playfully shaking my head. "I
tell you this over and over again - Devon is a princess, not
a slut. You are a princess. Angel. Devon's sweet angel."
"And you are Devvy's snuggle-bunny!" Kristanna cooed.
"Aww... that's so cute. Snuggle-bunny!"
I shook my head and smiled, "You got a name for me?"
"Big, bad wooly bear!"
Now, I was laughing. "Where did that come from?"
"It just popped into my mind all of a sudden. You know,
Jeremy, I come up with the craziest ideas sometimes."
"That's because you're a crazy girl," I chuckled.
Kristanna smacked me on the shoulder with her left hand
and playfully scolded, "That's not very nice, Jeremy."
Just then, Devon emerged from the side of the mansion
with a refreshment pitcher in one hand and three glasses,
all stacked together, in the other. With that charming,
ever-present smile of hers, she approached us and said,
"Lemonade break! Lemonade break! Fresh lemonade!"
"You should be a vendor at a sporting event," Kristanna
told Devon, taking one of the drinking glasses. "I can see
it now. You'd be really good at it." Kristanna's voice
changed as she called out in a song, "Ice cold beer, hot
steaming weiners and a bag of nuts!"
Devon giggled at her wife. "You're the one who's nuts!"
I laughed and shook my head, then took the heavy pitcher
of lemonade from Devon and poured Kristanna a full glass. I
did the same for Devon, as well as myself.
Devon took a sip of her lemonade as she sat down in a
pool chair between Kristanna and me. "So... what are we
talking about? Anything exciting?"
"Just enjoying the night," Kristanna responded, gazing at
the beautiful, star-lit sky. "What have you been up to?"
"I was talking with Torrie and Stacy," Devon answered,
before turning her attention toward me. "I hope you're not
angry at Torrie, Jeremy, because she said she had plans for
tonight when you asked to talk to her. Torrie really does
have plans. She and Stacy are going down to the beach."
"Mad? I'm not mad at her," I sulked. "I am paying Torrie
$3,000,000 for spending eight weeks on an island paradise,
yet she cannot give me 15 or 20 minutes of her time tonight.
All I wanted to do was talk to the woman. That's it."
"You ARE mad at her, Jeremy," Kristanna frowned. "Torrie
just doesn't like men. She says that she is not a lesbian,
but I beg to differ. That woman IS a lesbian."
"I've never met a full-blown lesbian as beautiful as her,"
Devon offered. "Torrie belongs in a centerfold magazine.
She has a great body. She reminds me of Pamela and Trish.
I just don't understand how any man could have cheated on
her. She has been engaged twice and both times, was cheated
on. I just don't understand that at all."
"What about Stacy and Caitlyn?" I asked. "What do the
two of you think of them thus far?"
"I still like Stacy because she reminds me so very much of
Krissy," Devon grinned. "And Caitlyn is very nice."
"I'm close friends with Caitlyn," Kristanna offered. "I
have had sex with her a couple of times now. Three times -
to be precise. I haven't done anything yet with Stacy."
Kristanna paused and added, "Save one quick encounter with
Caitlyn, Jeremy, you've confined yourself to Ashley."
"And his encounter with Caitlyn was in a threesome with
Ashley," Devon reminded Kristanna. "Jeremy was 90 percent
focused on Ashley, and only ten percent focused on Caitlyn."
"I could say the same for Caitlyn," was my defense. "Her
90 percent went to Ashley. Ten percent went to me."
"I think Stacy has a difficult time wanting to be with
you, Jeremy, because you are a married man," Kristanna
observed. "It was the same thing with Sarah when she was
here. You always wondered why Sarah never fit in. It seemed
as if she was always lurking in the shadows, but never in the
forefront. I think Sarah had a hard time with the idea of
letting go and allowing herself to be with a married man.
Married women too, for that matter. Now, maybe the same
could be said for Stacy. None of us have done anything with
her yet. Most people balk at the idea of being with a
married man or woman. At least most people _should_."
"You spent a lot of time with Sarah," Devon said to her
wife. "Sarah didn't have a problem being with you."
"Me and Sarah were karate partners," Kristanna nodded.
"We sparred every single day until I broke my hand and
wrist. We were friends, not really lovers. I only had
sex with her four or five times during her whole stay."
She focused upon me and continued, "But it looks like you
are going to have problems with these new girls, Jeremy.
Torrie is a lesbian and, as you learned tonight, does not
even want to talk to you because you're a man. Stacy feels
kind of awkward here, I think, because we're married. I am
not sure what to think about Caitlyn other than the fact
that she lusts after Ashley in a big way."
"Little Ashley is your only saving grace," Devon told me.
"She doesn't care if you're married or not. All Ashley wants
to do is have sex with you. Nothing else matters to her."
"Ashley is his blowjob machine," Kristanna chuckled.
Devon patted her own stomach and chirped, "That must mean
that I am his baby machine!"
"What do you want to do on Monday?" I asked Kristanna.
"That is the day when, hopefully, your cast finally comes
off. Want to go to the mainland by boat or helicopter?"
Devon pouted. "I have to stay here with the girls..."
"I'd love for you to come with us, princess, but someone
has to stay and look after the girls," I told her. "I would
not feel secure leaving them here all by themselves."
"I just want to see Krissy when she comes out of the
doctor's office without her cast," Devon frowned. "Knowing
why she has it on the first place - because of me - it would
be such a special moment. I've had to look at that nasty
thing on her arm for three months. Over three months!"
"I know it will take much longer, but I rather go there
by boat," Kristanna responded. "Is that okay with you?"
"That's fine," I nodded.
"I just prefer being out on the ocean," she added.
"You're going to the doctor next Thursday," I told Devon.
"It will be time for another Mommy check-up. You and I will
spend the whole day in Lima, princess. I know how much you
enjoy browsing through all the roadside shops."
"I think on Monday, Jeremy, you should be the one who
stays here and watches after the girls," Kristanna mused.
"Me and Devvy can go to the hospital to get my cast removed.
Why... Devvy can even drive the boat!"
"Yeah, right!" I laughed. "If Devon drove the boat, the
two of you would wind up in Alaska - not Peru."
"That's not very nice!" Devon squealed, her eyes flashing.
"But it's the truth," I grinned.
* * *
Saturday and Sunday turned out to be mirror images of the
events from the ladies' first five days on the island. While
Ashley was all over me at every opportunity - wanting to
perform oral sex, mostly - Torrie did her best to stay away
from me. Perhaps she was starting to realize that when I
told her during her first evening here that she and all of
the others could go at their own pace while on the island,
I was totally sincere about it. On the other hand, though,
never once did I think that said pace would not include ME.
Torrie was perplexing to me. I wanted to be nice to her.
I wanted to strike up a friendship of sorts with her. Was
there anything wrong with that? But Torrie wanted nothing
to do with me simply because I am a man. Men, to her, are
evil. I had not heard Torrie say that specifically, but that
was pretty much the vive I got from her.
I also heard through the grapevine that Torrie did not
approve of me taking a razor to Ashley's pussy and shaving
it bald like I did on Friday. I am going on second-hand
information here, but I heard that Torrie made the comment
to Stacy that what I did to Ashley was "just like a man".
Ashley enjoyed having a shaved pussy. If you think about
it, her opinion was really the only one that mattered in
this situation. She had shown it to everyone on the island,
speaking in glowing terms about what I did to her.
Really now... what gave Torrie the right to make snide,
little remarks like that about me? Behind my back, noless.
Look at all of the money that I paying her. Not paying her,
but GIVING to her. Look at her accommodations.
The more I thought about it, the more I did not appreciate
it. Things were getting to the point where I did not like
Torrie as a person. She may have the body of a bikini model,
but her attitude and absolute disdain for me - simply because
of my gender - was rubbing me the wrong way.
As I said, Ashley spent as much time as she possibly could
with me over the weekend. Late Sunday evening, we went for a
walk on the picturesque south beach and wound up having sex
together in the sand, with the last remnants of the incoming
waves continually serenading our bodies. Ashley was a little
hellcat who was getting more bold with every passing day. On
the beach, she EVEN demanded that I perform anal sex on her.
Stacy spent much of her time with Torrie. What that meant
for me was that I did not get the opportunity to sit down and
have an in-depth conversation with Stacy. Aside from idle
chatter over breakfast and dinner, Torrie had such a clamp
on Stacy that I felt as if she was off-limits to me, too.
Caitlyn was a different story. She was accessible, but I
was starting to get the sense that - for whatever reason -
she did not particularly care for me. Perhaps it was due to
the fact that Ashley wanted to spend all of her time with me.
Everyone on the island knew that Caitlyn had a major crush
on Ashley. Unfortunately for Caitlyn, although they spent
their nights together, Ashley did not return those feelings.
On the other hand, Caitlyn did have something going on
with Kristanna. They spent most of Saturday together, even
making the long hike up to Devon Falls for a picnic. She
may have had eyes for Ashley, indeed, but at least Caitlyn
was keeping busy with Kristanna. That was good.
While they were out having their fun at the waterfall
that day, Devon spent the majority of it at the rooftop
garden, which had become her pet project in life. She had
all sorts of plants and flowers growing in the garden. It
was quite a job for Devon to maintain because the garden
itself was so large, but she gladly welcomed the challenge.
Although Kristanna would help her in the garden on occasion,
Devon actually preferred to take care of it on her own. Me?
I was no help at all - I knew nothing about gardening.
* * *
I awoke on Monday morning, knowing this it would turn out
to be a fabulous day. I had been waiting for this day ever
since Kristanna went into the hospital for hand and wrist
surgery back in January. Today - FINALLY - the cast she had
lugged around for so long on her right arm would come off.
I was so happy and energized that this honestly felt like
a wedding day for me. I cannot emphasize just how much I
HATED seeing Kristanna with that terrible cast on her right
arm. Kristanna, of course, hated wearing it a million times
more. Yes - today was going to a special day. Mark it down
on your calendar - Monday, April 7 - a glorious day!
But perhaps no one was any happier about it than Devon.
The cast had been a constant reminder of the lowest point of
her relationship with Kristanna, who punched a hole through
the wall back in January when she thought Devon was getting
a little too close and personal with Lindsay. Kristanna, in
a fit of rage, shattered her hand and wrist in the process.
For as long as I live, I will never forget that fateful day.
Devon was a very sensitive person and still considered
herself the lone culprit as to why Kristanna suffered those
broken bones and needed surgery as a result. She still
felt incredibly guilty about it, too. For over three months,
Kristanna's cast had been an object of horror to Devon. She
had to look at it every single day. So imagine how happy
Devon must have felt that the cast was finally coming off.
Before Kristanna and yours truly boarded the catamaran
cruiser at the island's boating dock, Ashley came running
down and had to give me a "goodbye hug". I was surprised to
see that she had borrowed the form-fitting halter top from
Devon with the words "Pornstar in Training" etched across
its front. The mere idea gave me an erection because, thus
far, I had been her "trainer". Kristanna also snagged a hug
and a kiss from Ashley before set sail for the mainland.
With an appointment at Instituto de Salud del nino -
Lima's well-known and respected hospital - set for 1:00pm,
we had to leave the island at 8:30am because it took four
hours to reach the mainland by boat. It would have been
much faster to travel via helicopter, of course, but
Kristanna requested over the weekend that we go by boat.
In most instances, my wife is the boss. Both of them.
The time was precisely 1:19pm when Kristanna emerged
from the double-doors within the hospital's waiting room.
With a wide, far-reaching smile upon her face, she quickly
closed the distance between us and threw both arms around
me in a joyous embrace. I ended it rather abruptly, though,
wanting to latch onto Kristanna's right arm and admire its
flesh with my eyes. Now off, the cast was nothing but a
bad memory. I would never have to see it again!
I brought Kristanna's right hand to my mouth and kissed
it several times in succession, finally pressing my lips to
it and just holding them there. Both of us were so happy!
Kristanna was even more happy when I presented her with a
dozen red roses which I had purchased in the hospital's gift
shoppe while waiting for her. Before returning to the boat
and starting the journey back to the island, Kristanna said
that she wanted to stop at a restaurant and get a bite to
eat. Being her quirky self, she wondered if there were any
Norwegian restaurants in town ("I feel like some lutefisk!").
With none that I knew of, we decided on an Italian eatery -
Antica Trattoria - which specialized in pizza and spaghetti.
It had been too long since I enjoyed a really good pizza...
* * *
Perhaps two hours after our mid-day lunch ended, I was
steering the vessel home - toward our island paradise - when
I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me from behind.
Kristanna then pressed the side of her face between my
shoulder blades and purred, "I'm not used to this."
I grasped her right hand with my own and held it near my
heart. "What? What is it that you're not used to?"
"Total privacy with you," Kristanna responded, her voice
soft and dreamy. "There is no one else on the boat with us
right now. No cameras to record our every word, either."
"You don't like Devon eavesdropping on our conversations?"
"Oh, I don't mind," Kristanna clarified. "It's just that
sometimes, it is nice to have total privacy like this. What
I say goes beyond no one but you. And what you say goes
beyond no one but me. Not that we have any secrets to hide
from Devvy, or whatever. It's just nice to be really, truly
alone. Well... you know what I mean. I hope."
"I understand," I nodded, grinning. "Is there something
that you want to discuss with me?"
"Not really," she murmured. "Not anything private, at
least. I just... umm... well... I don't know."
"What is it?" I prodded, glancing over my shoulder at her.
"I'm not very good with words like Devvy is," Kristanna
told me. "Not very good with my feelings. I've always been
one to keep my feelings bottled up inside of me. Whereas
Devvy is very forthright and honest with her feelings, I am
the exact opposite. I've always been that way."
"I think you're open enough," I mused.
"Devvy will tell you whatever is on her mind," Kristanna
added. "She'll tell anyone who will listen to her. And I
know, Jeremy, how she enjoys telling you how much she loves
you. You're her prince, her knight in shining armor."
"I love it when Devon says those things to me," I smiled.
Kristanna hesitated for a moment before offering, "I just
want you to know something, Jeremy. All of the things you
are for Devon... you're the same for me." I turned around
and faced her as she continued, "I can say _I love you_ a
million times a day to you - and I do. But those words do
not even begin to describe my feelings for you, Jeremy."
"Baby, I know how much you love me."
"No you don't..."
"Yes I do," I insisted, kissing her on the lips. "I know
that you're not as open as Devon is with your feelings. I'm
not as open as she is, either. Not many people are."
"I like to laugh and joke around a lot," Kristanna said.
"Maybe a little too much..."
"What?" I countered. "I love your playfulness, dear.
You can laugh and joke around all you want with me. You
make me laugh. You know how much I love it when you start
ragging and teasing Devon like you do, It's hilarious."
Kristanna pouted. "I just think certain things get lost
when I joke around too much. Devvy is always saying how
much she loves you, Jeremy. She does the same for me. She
does that. Me? I crack jokes. I call Devvy my 'lil honey
slut. Remember when you went to the doctor last week for a
physical? I said when the doctor told you to turn your head
the other way and cough, you never came so hard." I broke
into a fit of laughter as she frowned, "Yes, you remember."
"What is your point, sweetheart?" I asked, curious. "I
love your comedic side. I never want it to change."
"I just want you to know how much I love you," she said.
"You think you know, Jeremy. But you don't."
"Then tell me."
"That's just it," she fretted. "I'm not good with words."
"I don't want you to speak to me then, Kristanna. Your
heart. Let your heart speak instead." My wife stammered
about for a moment until I prodded, "Tell me what it says."
"That I love you," she began, somewhat tentative. Trying
to find the right words, Kristanna pressed on, "That you mean
the absolute world to me. I... I don't love you because I
need you, Jeremy. I need you because I love you."
"That's a good one," I smiled. "Where did that come..."
"I'm not finished," she interjected, before hesitating
once again. "You're such a good and wonderful man, Jeremy.
I... I want to pull you in to me as tight as I possibly can,
and never let go. And I want you to do the same for me."
"I already have," I whispered, embracing her with both
arms. "I'll never let you go, sweetheart."
Kristanna put her head on my shoulder and took a deep
breath. "When I see you each day, Jeremy, I think how
incredibly fortunate I am. How lucky I am. To have you in
my life. To know that you chose me over Pamela, Amy, even
Lindsay. To know that you love me. I would go to the ends
of the Earth for you. I'd do anything for you."
I kept silent, wanting Kristanna to continue.
"Devvy always says that when she saw you for the first
time, Jeremy, she was in love. I... I felt that way, too.
When I met you four years ago at Machu Picchu, it was like
a wave hit me." She forged a laugh and said, "I know I
could barely speak any English then, but the feelings were
there. I met a strange man thousands and thousands of
miles from my homeland one day, and I was staying with him
on his private island the very next night."
"You should have stayed with me," I whispered. "We could
have developed our feelings for one another a lot quicker.
And we could have gotten married long ago, too."
"But then we wouldn't have Devvy," Kristanna whined.
"I know," I grinned, kissing her forehead. "So everything
turned out fine."
"I hated leaving you all alone," Kristanna frowned. "I
would come and visit you for a week or so, then be gone for
three weeks. I was so confused back then. I was only 19
when we met each other. I had my family that I wanted..."
"There is no need to even talk about that," I told her.
"It took you and I three years to realize we were right for
each other. I loved you from the very beginning, Krissy,
but I kept those feelings in check because you spent a lot
more time at home in Norway and in college in California
than you did with me on this island. If I didn't, I would
have missed you a lot more than I already did each time you
left. As it was, I could barely stand it."
"I just never felt so strong for someone that I did for
you," Kristanna commented. "It seemed crazy to me, really.
Here I was - a farm-girl from Norway - in love with some guy
who lived four hours off the coast of Peru. All of the guys
in my life wanted to date me. But I had eyes for only one.
Crazy, yes - because that guy was 6,000 miles away from me."
Kristanna sniffed her nose and added, "I wish I told you how
I felt a lot sooner than last year - when I finally did."
"Everything worked out fine," I insisted. "Nothing to
feel bad about. Again, think of Devon. We would have never
even known of her if things progressed differently."
"You're right," she nodded. "I don't know if what I've
said to you makes a whole lot of sense, Jeremy. I'm really
saying things off the top of my head." Kristanna ended our
embrace and looked deep into my eyes. "I want to do this
for Devvy, too. I want to tell her how much I love her." I
smiled as Kristanna went on, "Devvy means the world to me.
She is the nicest, sweetest, most sincere woman I have ever
met. I could not live without both of you in my life."
"What brought all of this on?"
"Just seeing the look on your face when I walked into the
waiting room at the hospital," Kristanna answered. "My cast
was off, and you were so happy. You kissed my hand, touched
it, held it. Plus, I just want you to know how I feel about
you. I don't do it enough. I'm not good with f-feelings."
"You seem fine to me," I smiled in response. "Can I tell
you something, Krissy? I've never told you this before."
"What?" she asked, curling both arms around my lower back.
"About four years ago, I was all alone on the island. I
hadn't seen another human being, aside from those guys who
deliver food and supplies once a week by boat, in six months.
I was still in the process of recovering from what Victoria
had done to me. Again, this was four years ago."
"I met you four years ago..."
"Let me continue," I cut her off. "I knew that I was a
good person, and had a lot to offer the right woman in a
relationship. I was just afraid of getting hurt again. But
I could not continue being alone because it was killing me."
"So I... I had a talk with God one night." Kristanna
smiled as I went on, "I got down on my knees by the bed and
prayed, and had a talk with God. I asked Him to help me. I
felt so alone and so depressed. I simply wanted someone to
share my life with. I had a billion dollars to my name, but
I felt so poor and desolate inside. So empty, so shallow."
"I asked God to help me find a woman. Not just any woman,
but the perfect woman. I described her in every exact detail
to Him. The way she looked, her attitude, her demeanor and
personality. It was the same woman I had been dreaming and
fantasizing about for my entire life. I talked to God for
well over an hour - if not more."
"Two weeks later, I finally decided to get away from the
island and do something in society. I went to Machu Picchu
in Peru and, lo and behold, the very woman I described to
God two weeks earlier was touring the ruins with her family."
Kristanna sighed as I concluded, "It was you, sweetheart."
"Jeremy..." she quaked, a tear streaming down her face.
"You're a gift from God," I told her. "I've always looked
at you that way, Krissy. Missy Krissy. Somehow, God sent
you to me. Or He made it so you and I would meet. Whatever
the case, He heard me, and helped me in my time of need." I
paused and continued, "I am glad the way things ultimately
turned out with Devon coming into our lives. Mostly because
of geographics - you living in Norway and me living in the
South Pacific - I eventually thought we would have no chance
at a relationship. I thought, as time went on, that the
island could be a vacation spot for you. In exchange for you
visiting a tropical paradise each month, I'd get a little bit
of sex and companionship out of the deal."
"I came to the island to be with you," Kristanna insisted,
sniffing her nose. "No other reason. It... it hurt me that
you would not even consider going to Norway with me. You
were all alone here and aside from the island and mansion,
you had nothing keeping you here. I wanted to be with you
so much, Jeremy. Again, it hurt me so that you refused to
go to Norway with me. You wanted to stay on the island."
"That's my only regret," I frowned, shaking my head. "I
should have followed you to Norway and never let you out of
my sights. But I also thought you were a little young -
only 19 - and maybe you weren't ready for that just yet."
"Let's don't dwell on the past," Kristanna murmured. "We
have Devvy now. Because of Devvy, those three years of... I
don't know - indecisiveness? - you and me had were worth it.
I would be the happiest, luckiest girl in the whole world if
I was married to just you, Jeremy. I'm even happier than
that because I'm ALSO married to Devvy."
I smiled and nodded, "I want you to tell Devon how you
feel about her when we get back home. You'll make her day.
Tell her what your heart says - just like you did for me."
"I was thinking of something special tonight for the
three of us with my cast finally off," my wife cooed. "Maybe
we could surprise Devvy with candles. Light our entire suite
up with candles and have a big, romantic theme. Sound good?"
"Of course it does," I agreed.
"Tennis match!" Kristanna suddenly exclaimed. "I want to
play against you in a tennis match tomorrow morning!" She
raised her right hand and added, "It will be the first time
we've played tennis against each other since January!"
"We can play as long as you wear one of your little tennis
outfits with the short-skirts," I advised her, chuckling.
* * *
It was a couple of minutes after 7:00pm once Kristanna
and yours truly finally returned to the island. After our
deep and soul-touching discussion aboard the catamaran,
Kristanna had me laughing as we ascended the steps made
from slabs of volcanic rock that led up to the mansion.
She was in the middle of telling me some lewd jokes.
"No matter what they tried, the Smiths could not conceive
a child of their own. So, after much debate, they decided
together that they would use a proxy father to start their
family. On the day the proxy father was set to arrive, the
husband kissed his wife and said, _I'm off. The man should
be here soon._ An hour later, by chance, a door-to-door
baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.
_Good morning, madam. You don't know me but I've come..._"
"_Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you,_ Mrs.
Smith cut in, smiling nervously."
"_Really?_ the photographer asked. _Well, good! I've
made a specialty of babies._"
"_That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in
and have a seat. Just where do we start?_ Mrs. Smith was
so nervous that she was actually blushing."
"_Leave everything to me,_ the baby photographer assured
her. _I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch
and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room
floor is fun too - you can really spread out._"
"_Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work
for Harry and me..._"
"_Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every
time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot
from six or seven angles, you should be very pleased with
the final results._" Kristanna had me laughing already...
"_I hope we can get this over quickly!_ said Mrs. Smith."
"_Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time.
I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you would be
disappointed with that, I'm sure._"
"_Don't I know!_ Mrs. Smith exclaimed."
"The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a
portfolio of his baby pictures. _This one was done on the
top of a bus in downtown London._"
"_Oh my God!_, Mrs. Smith exclaimed, clutching her heart."
"_And these twins turned out exceptionally well when you
consider their mother was so difficult to work with._ The
photographer handed Mrs. Smith the picture."
"_She was difficult?_"
"_Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde
Park to get the job done right. People were crowding around
four and five deep, pushing to get a good look._"
"_Four and five deep?_ asked Mrs. Smith, mortified."
"_Yes,_ the photographer said. _And for more than three
hours too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling.
I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I
began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began
nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in._"
"Mrs. Smith leaned forward. _You mean that squirrels
actually chewed on your, umm... equipment?_"
"_That's right. Well madam, if you're ready, I'll set up
my tripod so that we can get to work._"
"_Tripod?_ Mrs. Smith looked extremely worried now."
"_Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It
is much too big for me to hold while I'm getting ready for
action. Madam? Madam? ... Good Lord, SHE'S FAINTED!_"
With that joke told, Kristanna had me laughing so hard
that it actually hurt. She was so funny! I had no idea
where this crazy woman got some of her ideas from.
Still laughing, I embraced her from behind and held on
tight as we made our way through the front entrance of
the mansion. All laughs and happy thoughts quickly eroded,
though, as Kristanna and me saw Devon looking back at us
with a worried expression upon her face. The reason for
that was obvious - alongside her here in the front room was
none other than two friends from the past, Pamela and Trish.
"What are you two doing here?" Kristanna snapped, her
eyes narrow. She did not particularly care for either
Pamela or Trish because Devon and yours truly had become a
little too attached to them in the past - specifically me
with Pamela, and Devon with Trish. Seeing these two ladies
back on the island was a major shock for her, as well as me.
"It's good to see you again too, Kristanna," Pamela said,
her voice full of sarcasm. A bright and glittering smile
appeared on Pamela's face, however, once she turned her
total attention toward me. I got an overwhelming sense of
love and affection from her as she swooned, "Hi Jeremy..."
"What are you doing here?" I asked, totally dumbfounded.
"I thought you and Trish were going to stay in Canada and
try to build a life together..."
"Pamela has come back to try and claim you for her own!"
Kristanna exclaimed, latching onto my shoulder and tugging
it. She looked at Pamela and roared, "YOU CAN'T DO IT!
Jeremy is MY husband! Devvy's husband! _OUR_ husband! He
doesn't belong to you! And he NEVER WILL!"
Pamela shook her head and frowned at Kristanna. "That is
not the reason why we're here." She glanced at me and said,
"I love Trish with all of my heart and I hope to spend the
rest of my life with her." Trish smiled as Pamela added,
"The reason I've come back, Jeremy, is to ask you a favor."
"Oh God..." Devon fretted. I could tell that she already
knew what the favor was...
"Trish and I have thoughts of one day getting married in
the near future," Pamela said, bringing a momentary smile to
my face. "It will be a lesbian marriage because we will
totally devote ourselves to each other, and no one else.
But we would also like to have a family." Devon whined as
Pamela continued, "I know this is a strange request, Jeremy.
But I would be so honored if you were to get me pregnant."
My jaw hit the floor as I stared at her, shocked.
"I want you to be the father of my child," Pamela added.
Devon hid her face with both hands, while Kristanna backed
up and glared at Pamela in total disbelief. "Me and Trish
will raise the child as our own. But if you want, Jeremy,
you can come and visit the child anytime. If you want. I
just can't think of a better father than you..."
"And if you don't mind," Trish cooed, "maybe you could get
ME pregnant too." With those words, Kristanna dropped the
water bottle she had carried from the boat onto the hardwood
floor and let out a loud, shrieking cry...
<<<- End of Part 6 ->>>
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