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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 7 of ?? - Completely re-written
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Looking over at Kristanna for a quick moment, I couldn't
help but to openly smile at her. Was there anything not to
appreciate about this young woman and her overall physical
appearance? Long-flowing blonde hair, along with dark,
seductive eyes and a pixie-cute, fresh face were the things
which struck me at first about her. She was gorgeous.
A closer inspection revealed that Kristanna's body was
very slender and athletic - just the way I preferred it -
and both her personality and demeanor were simply infectious.
Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow
in a truly exotic fashion. Even better, the mini-dress that
Kristanna wore had a plunging neckline, which offered a
tantalizing view of her lush cleavage. The Norwegian was
gorgeous, sexy and perfectly dressed for what awaited her.
As we were en route from the heli-pad to the mansion in
my trusty, old Jeep, I glanced over at Kristanna and smiled
at her once again. "How was your trip, dear?"
"It vas long and tiring," she replied, in her sexy accent.
"The vedder vas so cold and brisk in Oslo last night. But I
shed me yacket ven da plane reached Meami."
I smiled at her. I simply loved to listen to this young
woman talk. Her unique voice ALWAYS made me smile. I also
liked her yacket/jacket pronunciation. I sometimes wondered
why she said my name correctly. Why wasn't I Yeremy to her?
Norway was a great country to produce a woman like this...
I was so glad that Kristanna had finally returned to the
island after a three week hiatus. After all, Kristanna was
the primary reason why all of the other ladies were on the
island in the first place. Without her help and input, I
would still living on this island all by myself.
Her travels started last evening in Oslo, Norway, where
she boarded an airline flight to Miami, Florida. Kristanna
caught a connector flight to Lima, Peru, then was escorted
to the island in a helicopter by a pilot friend of mine.
Her family was based in and around Oslo, but Kristanna had
also spent some time in Los Angeles during recent years as a
college student. She loved the United States.
Of course, as I continually gawked at Kristanna, I knew
the other ladies would grow to love her just as much as I
did. She was just so nice and friendly, and irresistible.
"Tell me about da odders," was her next comment. "Do yew
have a favorite among da girls yet?"
"Actually, I do," I responded. "Devon."
"Ahh yes, I remember her from da computer," Kristanna
mused. "Devon is da pretty blonde from Pennsylvania, no?"
I nodded at her as she added, "From da pictures on yewr
computer, I liked Stephanie da most. She da prettiest."
"Stephanie is a real sweetheart," I told her. "But I
really haven't had the chance to sit and talk with her yet.
Most of my time has been spent with Devon, Pamela and Amy.
But Devon is my undisputed favorite."
"Oh," she responded, looking a bit surprised. "Pamela
and Amy... vat are dey like?"
"Pamela would be my favorite, hands-down, if not for
Devon. Devon has sort of blown me away over the past few
days. I really care about her a lot, Kristanna. And Amy
is just the way that the computer predicted she would be,
judging from the questionnaires we sent out."
"Amy da slut puppy!" the bubbly blonde giggled.
Keeping my eyes focused on the road in front of me as I
drove the Jeep, I told her, "Yes, you could say that."
"I am sorry I could not arrive here earlier," Kristanna
frowned. "Had problems vid da passport."
"It's okay, dear," I responded, grinning. I just loved
her accent! "It wasn't your fault. I'm just glad that you
are finally back with me. I always miss you when you leave."
"I missed yew too, Jeremy," she smiled. "Very, very much!
Jeg elsker De derfor mye og under hvorfor De leter etter
andre piker nar De har meg. Kanskje eines tages ser De!"
I shook a menacing, but playful finger at her and grinned,
"Don't you go Norwegian on me, sweetheart. You know I can't
understand a word you say - and it drives me crazy."
"But it be fun," she giggled. "And yew crazy anyvay."
"That's not very nice," I scolded her in a teasing way.
"So yew are happy?" she asked in that unique voice, as I
drove her to the mansion in my Jeep on this Monday evening.
"These past five days have been the best five days of my
entire life," I told her in response. "But things are even
better now, because you're back with me." I grasped the
blonde's left hand with my right and brought it to my lips,
then offered it a tender kiss. "You make me happy, dear."
"I go avay for vun day and miss you, Jeremy," Kristanna
grinned. "But tree vhole veeks! Ven I come here, dough,
I miss me family too much. I need a happy medium!"
I smiled at her and said, "I hope you are hungry, dear.
We're only 30 minutes away from dinner-time. I even got
Louisa to fix one of your favorite meals - lutefisk."
"Oooooh, lutefisk!" she exclaimed, referring to Norwegian
cod. "Had some two nights ago but happy for anodder today.
Lutefisk pizza! Yew ordered lefse, too? Dat real favorite."
"Of course," I answered. "Believe it or not, but Louisa
knows how to fix it, too. So you are hungry? Have you had
any food at all today?"
"Me mum fixed vafler before I left." She pouted and
added, "But dat vas 22 hours ago. Flight lasted forever."
"What is vafler?"
"Vaffles and sour cream," she responded. "Yum-yum. But
no food on da airplane ride. Airplane food, yuck-yuck."
Kristanna and her words never failed to make me smile.
"You must be starving, then. We'll get some food in you."
* * *
Dinner-time on the island was set for 7:00pm each and
every evening, and tonight would be no exception. All of
the ladies were required to be in the formal dining room at
that time, where Louisa, the 75-year-old housekeeper, would
serve up the most scrumptious food ever known to mankind.
Tonight, it was no different. Louisa had fixed all of us
a huge, wide-ranging buffet of foods. How could someone go
wrong with a selection of marinated chicken to choose from,
as well as freshly baked turkey breast, Angus rib eye
steaks, pork sausage patties, lasagna, wild rice and various
seafood and salad dishes? If anyone were to make it to
dessert, Louisa had even prepared a raspberry chiffon pie.
As all of us - myself and the seven ladies - enjoyed our
delicious meal, we got better acquainted with each other.
Our conversation was quite lively and included many various
topics. Kristanna, who seemed to be a big hit with everyone
due to her accent and overall friendliness, conveyed some
stories to those who were interested about life in Norway.
She even convinced Trish to try a bite of lutefisk. The
Canadian, who enjoyed fish in general, said it was delicious.
Pamela told everyone that she was simply amazed with not
only the beauty of the island and its surroundings, but also
the ocean itself. It was crystal-clear, which was vastly
different from the ocean in Maryland - where Pamela resided.
She couldn't believe how beautiful the water was.
Everyone got a good laugh when Stephanie, who worked as a
registered nurse in her home-state of Connecticut, claimed
that she was finally no longer "on call". The 25-year-old
went onto say that the telephone ringing and waking her up
in the middle of the night was no longer a concern for her.
"Let's see my boss find me now - five, 6,000 miles away!"
Lisa went onto share a story about her own boss at the art
gallery in Illinois where she was employed as a salesperson.
The seductress said despite the fact the man was nearly three
times her age (54 to 20), she still felt very attracted to
him. Lisa got in so tight with her boss that his 46-year-old
wife even got involved, and all were now a happy three-some.
Then, of course, there was Devon.
The incredibly stacked and lusciously beautiful blonde,
who was quickly becoming my personal addiction in life, had
a few things of her own to share. The best was when she
spoke about her job - as a dental assistant.
"I needed a break myself. I get tired of shoving those
dental tools into peoples' mouths, having them go `ahhhhh'."
Devon then looked squarely at me and added in a very lusty
tone, "I much rather have people put things into MY mouth."
Okay...
My mind was in a daze for several seconds with those mere
words, while everyone got a good laugh out of my reaction.
I had to get my hands on - and cock into - Devon. AGAIN!
Despite that verbiage from Devon, I found dinner-time to
be very fascinating and insightful on this warm June evening.
I loved to listen to any and all information concerning the
girls. I wanted to know every detail about their lives. I
considered the entire group, after all, my flock of angels.
"Tell us about your job, Amy," Trish said to the red-head.
"You're not a pornstar, or Internet sex model... are you?"
"No, but maybe I should be," Amy replied. "Sounds better
than what I am - a Professional Nourishment Provider."
Many of the ladies appeared to be dumbfounded for a brief
moment. "What was that?" Trish asked, finally speaking up.
"Professional Nourishment Provider? What the heck is that?"
"Oh..." Amy said, matter-of-factly. "Some people refer
to my job as a Nutritional Transport Engineer. But you
know, I like Professional Nourishment Provider much better.
I think it has a better ring to it."
Trish just looked at Amy and shook her head. She was
lost. The other ladies felt the same way. They had no idea
what Amy was talking about. I did, however, and smiled to
myself. I remembered her occupation from her profile.
Amy giggled and finally confessed, "I'm a waitress!"
Trish paused for a second, taking that in, then laughed.
"Hey! That was cute! Professional Nourishment Provider...
Nutritional Transport Engineer. Waitress. Originals?"
"P-N-P is an original of mine," Amy replied. "But N-T-E,
a friend thought that up. It was her idea."
There was another round of laughs in response to the very
creative terms before we moved onto another topic. Now, it
was Trish's turn to give some details about her profession.
She was employed as a certified fitness instructor near
her hometown of Toronto. "Sometimes when I run the aerobics
class, I wish a big orgy would break out," she told us. "A
lot of the women in that class are real hotties, you know."
Everyone seemed to squeal and fidget about at those words...
With so much sharing and insight into the people that all
of them truly were, I found this particular dinner to be my
favorite thus far. I think Kristanna and her presence had a
lot to do with it. I hated for our meal to end, but realized
that time would come sooner rather than later. At least no
one left the dinner table for a good 90 minutes.
* * *
Kristanna was a very beautiful young woman with a classy
appearance - especially with her long-flowing blonde pinned
up (like now). There were so many wondrous details about
her outer beauty that I could delve into, but perhaps the
most striking thing about Kristanna were her legs.
At 5-foot-11, Kristanna had what best could be described
as "skyscraper legs". They were incredibly sleek and toned,
with nary a blemish on them. Best of all, those legs seemed
to go on forever. Kristanna was incredibly thin (only 115
pounds at her height) and did not have the overly voluptuous
figure that many of the other ladies here did. But she more
than made for whatever deficiencies with those legs of hers.
Lisa, who stood 5-foot-9, also had legs which were very
long and graceful. But I'm afraid that they did not even
compare with the beauty and symmetry of Kristanna's legs,
which appeared worldly in their own right.
Best of all, those wondrous legs of hers were on total
display as she paraded about my personal suite in nothing
but a black bra and G-string set on this Monday evening.
Everyone had retired to their respective rooms for the
night. Kristanna and I were no different. She was not
always going to sleep with me, but that was the plan for
tonight. We would worry about tomorrow when the time came.
"Yew looking at me legs again?" she grinned. "Bad boy!"
"You're quite the bad girl," I countered, being playful.
"The only reason you stripped down to your little bra and
G-string is so you can tease me, and drive me crazy."
"Is it vorking?"
"Yes, it is," I sighed. "Very much so." The 22-year-old
let loose with a charming smile as she took a seat directly
across from me upon the bed. I inhaled sharply and told her,
"I've said this a million times tonight, dear, but I think it
bears repeating. I've missed you so much over the past three
weeks. You're my best friend in the whole, wide world. I
wish that you could live here with me, full-time."
"A nice dought, but I vould miss me family too much,"
she countered. "Maybe yew could bring me family here - to
island?" Kristanna laughed at her own words and added, "I
could see dat. Mum and dad vould not like it here."
"You've told me that before, sweetheart."
"I vant to know about Devon," the Norwegian suddenly said.
"Vat do yew like about her, Jeremy? Vy she yewr favorite?"
"Oh, can I say... everything?" I replied in a serious
tone. "I don't know, Kristanna. Devon just seems to be
everything that I have ever wanted in a woman. This may
sound hard to believe, but for as beautiful as Devon is on
the outside, she is a million times more beautiful inside.
Plus, Devon wants all the same things I do in life, too."
I smiled at Kristanna and added, "She is the one for me."
"Sounds like yew have been blessed," Kristanna nodded.
"I am happy for yew. Yew deserve happiness, Jeremy."
I grinned once again and countered, "I trust that you
will find the right man - or woman, too, dear. Who knows?
Maybe that person is on this island right now. You said
that you liked Stephanie the most, right?"
"Hmmmmm, Stephanie," she purred. "But I like Amy now too.
I like all da girls! Dey all pretty!"
"How do you say `I love you' in your language, 'hon?" was
my next question. "I want to spring it on Devon and see what
she says - if anything. Might make for a good laugh."
"Jeg elsker De," she responded. I did not realize it at
the time, but Kristanna said those same three words - Jeg
elsker De, or `I love you' - to me while we were riding along
in my Jeep hours earlier. Perhaps I took her words out of
context since they were spoken in a large sentence, but after
realizing it was the same quote (weeks later, with the help
of my voyeur room), I began to wonder...
Was Kristanna in love with me?
Our prior attempts at a bona-fide relationship always
seemed to fail no matter what we tried, though the two of us
remained the absolute best of friends. I had my share of
highly intimate moments with Kristanna, indeed, but I still
could not look at her as anything more than a friend. A
close, wonderful friend - but a friend nonetheless.
"How is me English?" she asked, looking a bit hesitant.
I have been vorking on it da past few veeks."
"Your English is fine, sweetheart," was my answer. "You
have that accent and you pronounce a few things differently
than common English-speaking people, but it is fine. You've
come a long way in the three years we've known each other."
"I could not speak a lick of English ven ve met!" she
exclaimed. "Going to university in Los Angeles has helped."
I shook my head and mused, "I still cannot believe that
you are studying Archeology. I guess you can aspire, one
day, to be an archeologist who eats lefse on the job."
"And lutefisk!" the young woman giggled.
Kristanna seemed to notice the huge bulge within my shorts
as I used my right hand to reach out and touch her face. The
erection could not be avoided, as the gorgeous Kristanna was
lounging upon the bed in nothing but her sexy black bra and
G-string set. Those heavenly legs looked most inviting...
"I am tired tonight, Jeremy," she told me, which seemed
to deflate my sails somewhat. "I vas in da air for a good
20 hours, at least. I need me rest."
"You're terrible, Kristanna!" I scorned her, although it
was in a very playful way. "You strip down to your lingerie
and tease me beyond belief, then say you're tired."
The blonde knew that I was just fooling around with her,
but felt like offering a defense anyway. "I alvays sleep in
my bra and panties, even ven it is cold outside. I vould
enjoy sex vid you, Jeremy, but tomorrow best. Okay?"
I took a deep breath and told her, "Of course it is okay.
I've waited three weeks to get my hands on you again. What
will another day hurt? I can handle it."
Kristanna's pretty eyes flashed as re-focused upon the
bulging lump within my shorts. "Aldough, it vould be a
shame to have a nice, big cock like dat go to vaste..."
My own eyes widened in response to those naughty words.
My spirits increased ten-fold, too. "Really? So you want
to have sex with me after all, sweetheart?"
"Maybe a blowyob," she answered, which made me laugh.
"A blowyob, huh?"
"Vould you like one or not?"
I nodded my head at her. "Very much so."
Kristanna offered a sweet smile as she rolled onto her
stomach and slithered up to me upon the oversized mattress,
while I extended my legs and stretched them outward. The
22-year-old settled between them, and with her face just
inches away from my crotch, she began tugging upon my belt.
Eventually, Kristanna unlooped my belt and got rid of it,
then pulled my throbbing cock out from within my shorts.
Still laying front-down with her head nestled between my
wide, outstretched legs, she grasped the base of my shaft
with her right hand and licked its tip like a lollipop.
"Hmmmmm..." Kristanna moaned leisurely, as she then took
the full length of my shaft into her mouth and began sucking
away upon it. Her fingertips now kneading my testicles,
Kristanna swirled her tongue over and around my erection
within her wondrous mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock
lodged somewhere deep within the far reaches of her throat.
Despite that, the precious angel still offered a smile as
she made eye contact with me. I gulped my own throat and
swallowed hard in response to those dark eyes, which were
glowing with an obvious mixture of devotion and lust.
Kristanna made a loud sound of passionate hunger as she
started to bob her head up-and-down over my throbbing cock.
I tossed my own head back and sighed in wanderlust, but then
looked back down and found that her eyes were still locked
squarely upon my face. My breathing became more ragged once
the young woman increased the speed of her head-bobs.
"I love cock," Kristanna chirped, taking mine out of her
mouth for a moment. She licked its sensitive underside in
the open air for several seconds, then grasped its base and
focused upon my balls. She lovingly swiped at each testicle
with her tongue while also nuzzling them with her plump lips.
My whole body felt as though it was on that proverbial
"cloud nine". I reached down with both hands and cradled
Kristanna's head with them, running my fingers throughout
her long, silky-smooth hair. As I stared down at her rather
intently, I thought how much Kristanna really meant to me.
Later, I told myself, I would have to try and convince
the Norwegian to let me do nothing but hug and kiss her for
hours on end before we finally drifted off to sleep tonight.
Kristanna was tired and needed some rest, indeed, but I was
hoping that she would succumb to my wishes.
"Maybe your cock could go wid me to Norvay," she giggled,
still licking and nuzzling my testicles. "Yum-yum!"
I sighed sharply once Kristanna took my erection back
into her mouth and swallowed it whole. Her right hand now
cupping and massaging my testicles, Kristanna's head began
to bob up-and-down over my shaft at a truly frenetic pace.
I had to inhale a deep breath immediately, and clench up
every muscle within my body to stave off an orgasm.
Kristanna's head was a blur as it bobbed away upon my
cock. If I knew only one thing about Kristanna, it was that
she absolutely loved to perform fellatio upon me. The
enchantress was totally ravenous when it came to sucking
cock. Best of all, though, she loved to swallow.
I let out a heated growl of arousal as the first eruption
overtook my body. From somewhere deep within my gut, the
sensations just seemed to explode as I shot a heavy stream
of sperm directly into Kristanna's mouth. Steadying herself,
the leggy vixen curled her neck and clamped both lips upon
my erection rather tightly. Then, the second blast came.
I was moaning like a lunatic in response to these amazing
feelings, but was able to glance downward and realize that
Kristanna was not swallowing my sperm. Her cheeks were a bit
expanded - as if they were blown up, or holding something.
When the third (and final) spurt jettisoned outward from
my cock, Kristanna's cheeks expanded even more. I wondered to
myself why she wasn't swallowing my sperm. Kristanna was a
true slut-for-cum, so to speak, and would do anything for a
taste. Then, however, everything suddenly came into focus.
My limp cock was released from the wondrous clutches of
Kristanna's mouth as she looked squarely up into my eyes.
Her cheeks still expanded, she offered me a playful smile
and then swallowed all of my gooey sperm in one, easy gulp.
Her throat even rippled as the juices flowed throughout it...
"Ve fuck tomorrow morning," Kristanna then informed me,
as she rose up to her knees and flipped the wall lamp behind
the bed off. "And maybe you make me fantasy come true, too."
As Kristanna settled back down onto the bed - this time
beside me, I asked her, "Which fantasy is that?"
"Da one about being in orgy," she responded, her broken
English sending chills down my spine. "I vant all da other
girls to fuck me in big group encounter - like your movies.
Vat yew call them... porn? Yes." Kristanna curled up
underneath the thin bedsheet and mused, "Now night-night...
don't let da beddy-bugs bite."
Kristanna's naughty words had caused another tremendous
erection to form between my legs. However, it was clearly
obvious that she was intent on getting some sleep right now.
Thus, my cock would have to go unattended until the morning.
Things weren't all bad, though. My shaft wasn't about to
go to waste. I figured that if I were to curl up tight with
the blonde and hold her all night long, my erection would
never leave. Kristanna's name would be on my cock until she
serviced it with her mouth or pussy, or better yet, her ass.
* * *
Perhaps now would be a good time for me to offer me some
intricate details about my relationship with Kristanna, and
how I met her in the first place. But to do that, I must go
even further back in time than that - some six years before
Kristanna and I ever came to know one another. The following
will also provide some insight into who I really am, too...
* * *
The time was 1993, and I was young, with a fertile mind.
As a 19-year-old living just outside of Los Angeles, my days
were full of all sorts of activities. If I wasn't at the
beach, swimming or surfing, I was usually working at it.
Back when I had an actual job - before I stumbled onto all
my money - I made a living polishing and repairing boats.
It was only the second job I ever had, with the first being
a cook at fast-food chicken restaurant in high school,
But at the center of my personal universe at this point
in time was Victoria, a wondrously beautiful 19-year-old who
shared the very same hobbies and interests that I did. We
met a year earlier while on the beach, and it was love at
first sight. She and I hit it off together really well, and
soon we were dating one another other on a consistent basis.
Victoria and I did all sorts of things together. We
loved to take drives through Topanga Canyon and Malibu, all
the while wishing that one day, both of us would have enough
money to live in such a scenic, picturesque area.
Like me, Victoria was into Astronomy and the wonders of
outer space. So, another one of our favorite places to
visit was Mount Wilson - the world-famous observatory located
just east of Los Angeles. Yet another was the Queen Mary, an
old-time luxury liner which was docked in Long Beach Harbor.
Victoria and I went to Shoreline Village, a quaint shopping
area, as often as we could. It was a wonderful place to do
some browsing, or just take a walk in the outdoor sun while
snacking on an ice cream cone. We did everything together.
Almost.
It only took six months, but I asked Victoria to be my
bride, and marry me. She accepted, and the ceremony would
be set for another six months down the road. Our wedding
date was scheduled to be on the one-year anniversary that
Victoria and I first met each other.
As a caring and rather intense person, I was sky-high. I
thought Victoria was the woman I would devote the rest of my
life to, and settle down with. She and I would start a
family together, and raise our children up to be outstanding
adults. I knew there would be ups and downs, but we would
weather whatever storms and make it through - TOGETHER.
That all changed on what was supposed to be, at the time,
the greatest day of my life.
As I look back on it, I still find what happened very
hard to believe. It seemed like a bad dream, or a really
painful movie script. I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
There I was, standing side by side with Victoria, as we
faced the minister while he recited the wedding speech.
300 of my closest friends and family members were in the
chapel right behind us, all happy and glowing, waiting for
my defining moment in life to come.
Victoria looked more beautiful that day than she ever had
before. She was wearing an expensive wedding gown, and had
a truly angelic glow about her. I was certainly glad that
the ceremony was being videotaped, because I surely wanted
to re-live this moment over and over again. Without a doubt,
this was going to be the greatest day of my entire life!
All went like clockwork until the minister asked Victoria
if she took me to be her lawfully wedded husband. There was
a hesitation on her part, which made me think something was
perhaps physically wrong with her. Was she holding back a
cough? Did Victoria have something stuck in her throat?
When I looked into her eyes, I noticed that Victoria was
suddenly crying. Sounds and voices were heard behind me as
she then ripped off her engagement band, and pressed it into
my shoulder. "I can't marry you!" my fiancee exclaimed in a
rage, still sobbing. "I'm sorry, but I love someone else!"
I really rather not go into any great detail of the
embarrassment and humiliation that I felt with those words.
Never mind the fact that all of my family was present,
including my 95-year-old great grandmother, who would pass
away weeks later. I also had a group of high school friends
at the wedding, all of which had flown 3,000 miles to be a
part of my glorious, spectacular day.
I had once witnessed something similar to this in the
movies, but never thought it actually happened for real -
especially to me. My fiancee could not marry me, because
she loved someone else? That was embarrassing enough...
but wait, it gets worse. Much worse, in fact.
"Who?" I said to her at the altar, shocked and completely
dumbfounded. "Who do you love more?"
"MINDY!" Victoria cried, pointing at her best friend as
an absolute hush fell over the packed audience. I watched
in silence (and horror) as Victoria ran over to Mindy and
embraced her, before both ladies exited the chapel and ran
off into the night together.
Everyone in the building watched the two ladies leave,
but then turned and looked squarely at me. My fiancee had
left me standing at the altar for, of all things, another
woman. I had no idea that she and Mindy were intimate at
all, but learned when everyone else in the chapel did, too.
All those faces, those eyes - staring blankly at me.
It was the most humiliating moment of my entire life.
* * *
I can kind of understand if Victoria decided to keep her
true relationship with Mindy a secret from me, but found it
too difficult to hide anymore once presented with making a
sacred, life-long vow. Victoria did love me, but apparently
she loved Mindy a bit more. I can understand that. I didn't
then, but I can now. That much, I'm fine with.
Nine years later, the animosity I hold toward Victoria is
mostly centered around the simple fact that after she bolted
from our ceremony, I never saw her again. I never got a good
explanation for all the horrible things that happened to me
that fateful day. Since both of us were seconds away from
marriage, I think I was at least owed that much.
I talked to Victoria twice on the telephone that day, and
she said our relationship was over. She wanted nothing to
do with me ever again. I wanted to know why my fiancee had
left me for Mindy, but she simply refused to tell me.
I tried going over to her house next, but her father
immediately threatened me with a harassment suit if I ever
tried to approach Victoria again. Being young and naive at
the time, that was the white flag for me. It was over.
Because I never got an explanation, despite the fact I
now understood why she left me, I've never forgiven Victoria
for that fateful day. And, I never will.
* * *
Naturally, I contemplated suicide for awhile. It wasn't
such a bad thing, though. Anyone who has went through such
a traumatic experience would entertain those thoughts... it
was the natural thing to do. I got past the idea, which was
good. But the pain and the humiliation lasted a long time.
Traces of it still effect me today - some nine years later.
Perhaps this is a reason why after I came into my private
fortune, I bought an island in the middle of nowhere. Six
years ago, I figured, no one could hurt me as long as I am
on this island. I didn't want or need companionship at the
time. I was too afraid of being hurt and humiliated again.
I just wanted to be left alone.
The image of those people in the cathedral staring at me
in shocked silence after Victoria made her hasty departure
with Mindy at her side haunted me every single day for years.
Even now, it still pains me greatly to simply think about it.
I have always been a very sensitive person. Thick skin has
never been an attribute of mine. Imagine how I felt with
all those eyes upon me, every mind in the building thinking
the same thing. "Victoria left Jeremy for Mindy? Mindy?"
I used to be a very trusting and easy-going person. Not
much got me down - and I always had a smile or good word for
every single person in my path. I was about the easiest guy
that you could ever make friends with.
Victoria changed that, though. If I couldn't trust her,
I couldn't trust anyone. That was my thought process for
everything. I couldn't even trust my own family. They
added to those eyes, and speculated about me behind my back.
I was in such a terrible and fragile state, and was at
absolute rock bottom for the first year on the island. My
best (and only) therapy to get through this difficult time
was the simple fact that here on the island, I was alone.
No one could hurt me any further than I already was. No
one would even have the opportunity to do so, because I had
shielded myself from the rest of the civilized world. I had
suddenly become a guarded individual, all because of what my
ex-fiancee had done to me.
Why let one woman strip the rest of my life away from me?
Why let Victoria, despite the extreme humiliation she caused
me, dictate the way I spend the rest of my life? I hated
Victoria for what she had done to me. I shouldn't allow her
to cause anymore problems for me, but she was. Because of
her, I was alone. I could not trust anyone.
* * *
Slowly but surely, my mind and heart started to heal.
After the mansion (or palace, as I called it then) was built
here on the island, I finally began to realize that living
in such a solitary state was not good for my psyche.
My first foray back into society, I actually stayed on
the island. Being a 23-year-old (at the time) who hadn't
experienced the joy of sex in four years, I compensated
for that with the help of X-rated movies. For a long time,
the movies were all I had. My collection kept growing, and
soon the number of video cassettes even exceeded 500.
While some may look at the viewing of adult films as
somewhat strange, they were actually a major step forward
for me. The movies were my only outlet for stimulation,
indeed, but more importantly, they proved that I still had
some interest in my fellow human being.
It took awhile, but the loneliness became too much and I
needed some sort of companionship. Thus, starlets such as
Jenna Jameson and Nikki Tyler provided a bit of it for me.
It may have only been through the television and in my mind,
but at least that was better than nothing.
After a few months had gone by, I decided to try my hand
at something real. Victoria was still at the center of my
mind and holding me back in a varying amount of ways, but I
was determined to break free from those chains.
I left the island behind for three months, and got an
apartment in Malibu. I had always dreamed of one day living
there and with my money, I now had the opportunity.
My sole purpose for venturing back into society was to
find myself a real girlfriend, and perhaps a future wife.
All I ever wanted in life was to get married, and start a
family. That wasn't too much to ask for. Or was it?
The problem I had while living in Malibu was not a lack
of women, or dating opportunities. It seemed as if, even
though I was finally leading an active social lifestyle
again, all these women really wanted me. Unfortunately,
all of them simply looked at me as a dollar sign.
I couldn't find a woman, at least in my eyes, who truly
cared about me. They were too blinded by the thought of
marrying themselves into a billion dollars. Proof of that
is during just three months in Malibu, two women asked me
to marry them. I finally got fed up with the situation, and
headed back home - off the coast of Peru, to the island.
And what, in many ways, had become my personal Hell.
After another year of wrestling with the thought of my
former fiancee and what she had done to me, I was finally
able to conquer it. All of a sudden, I woke up one day and
told myself that THIS WAS IT. IT WAS OVER. I had missed
out on the most prime five years of my life (ages 19 to 24),
but I was not going to let Victoria drag me down ever again.
I finally realized that unless I made a drastic change in my
life, I would be alone like this until the day I die.
So back to the United States I went, and this time, with
a plan. Instead of living like a King, I would live like a
pauper. I found a run-down apartment in Oregon, and took a
low-paying job at a horse stable. I would pursue my share
of women here, but not let any of them know I was a rich man
until I felt the time was right. I wanted someone to truly
care about me as a person - and not as a financial windfall.
After a few failed relationships, I thought I hit it big
with a young woman named Tiffany. She and I dated for a
long time, as I slaved away for low money at the horse
stable while living in an old, beat-up apartment.
I thought Tiffany truly cared about me, and she did. But
when I let her in on my secret, things took a bad turn. At
first, I was happy to buy Tiffany a new car. I loved seeing
the look upon her face as she went on shopping sprees, at my
expense. Finally my money was being put to good use.
Then, however, I thought Tiffany started to get a swelled
head. Tiffany expected me to buy things for her and if I
didn't, she got angry with me. I let her push me around for
awhile, but then put my foot down and realized that Tiffany
was no different from those women I had known in Malibu.
Our relationship was over, but the worst part about it
was at one time, Tiffany really did care about me. The mere
possibility of fame and fortune, however, had blinded her...
and made her into a bad, money-hungry bitch. Could I ever
find a woman who would care about me as an actual person?
So... back to the island I went.
Not for long, though. While visiting the mainland, I met
a young woman by the name of Kristanna. At the time, she
was 19, and I was 25. Kristanna was vastly different than
all of the other women I had previously been in contact with
because she too, had a lot of money. Not nearly a fraction
of what I did, of course, but she had more than most normal
people accumulate throughout 40 years of hard work and labor.
She came from a very rich farming family in Norway.
Kristanna and I dated for awhile, but both of us found we
were more friends than lovers. At least, that is what I
perceived to be the case. The sex between us was wonderful,
but it had no down-deep, emotional meaning. For whatever
reason it was, I could not bring myself to truly love her.
Despite that, however, Kristanna was the first person in
a long time that I felt I could actually trust. Despite the
fact that she had just began to learn the English language,
Kristanna was a sounding board for me back then - and a good
one at that. She helped me sort through my painful emotions,
and really made me into a better person in the process.
* * *
A good year after juggling her time between Norway and
Los Angeles (where she went to college), as well as frequent
side trips to my island ("Dis is me vacation get-away"),
Kristanna came up with an idea. Instead of looking at my
money as a hindrance when dealing with other women, I should
use it to my advantage. All of the following was her idea...
Advertise throughout all of the United States and Canada -
on college campuses and in health clubs - that any woman who
would be interested in spending ten weeks on an island
paradise should write to the address provided for more
information. Those selected were guaranteed $50,000 for
their time, while a chosen one would receive $500,000.
The only three requirements, the advertisement said, were
that each woman be of legal age, single and bi-sexual. The
latter was Kristanna's own, personal requirement, since she
was bi-sexual and wanted to be part of the festivities too.
The additional information was a long and very thorough
questionnaire/application, along with some photographs of
the island and what it had to offer. Kristanna was a
technical wiz when it came to computers, and she developed
a program for me which would easily process all of those
applications and give me a list of the 500 women who were
the best match, in terms of compatibility, for my tastes.
From those 500 women, 351 of them replied when they
were asked to send in candid pictures and a three paragraph
summary of themselves. From that, Kristanna and I narrowed
the list down to 50. After I conducted in-depth telephone
interviews with those 50, the list was cut again - to 20.
From those 20, the computer re-ranked them in terms of
capability with me, and then I selected the six ladies -
Devon, Pamela, Amy, Stephanie, Trish and Lisa - who arrived
here on the island last Thursday. According to the computer,
I could marry any of these six ladies - and be quite happy.
It was also Kristanna's brilliant idea to install hidden
surveillance cameras everywhere on the island, so I could
watch the ladies interact with each other in their private
moments. The cameras would provide me further insight into
their true identities, as well as things they said about me.
As things turned out, however, the surveillance system
was mostly used as a sexual gratification tool for yours
truly during the ladies' first five days on the island. It
had also served its real purpose, too. With the help of the
voyeur room, I learned days ago that Devon had a crush on me.
I thought, before their arrival, that perhaps all of the
ladies would develop intimate relationships with each other.
Never once did I imagine, however, that all of them would be
so totally insatiable and ravenous when it came to sex.
But it made sense. The computer looked at my personality
profile and calculated that I was the adventurous type when
it came to sex. So naturally, it only matched me up with
women who had that same characteristic about themselves.
It should also be pointed out that all of these ladies
were very honest and truthful. That was, unfortunately, a
quality that my ex-fiancee, Victoria, did not possess. I was
not about to go through another episode in my life like that.
Aside from the fact that the girls were overly curious how
they could attain $500,000 at the end of ten weeks instead of
$50,000 - which, by the way, I attributed to human nature -
they were not all that concerned about my money. I can thank
Kristanna for that as well, because of the computer program
she had so masterfully created. None of these women could
even be considered as gold-diggers. I certainly did not want
another woman like that in my life and thanks to Kristanna's
program, none of these ladies were like that.
Of course, the computer could not factor the human element
and the tiny, subtle things that make relationships blossom.
Thus, the idea was that I would evaluate all of these ladies
over the ten week period and find out which of them was best
suited for me. If that women had similar feelings for me,
perhaps I would finally find the one thing which had eluded
me for so long - true happiness.
* * *
"Devon..." I groaned in a gentle tone, as Kristanna now
slept rather peacefully next to me upon the bed. I caressed
the Norwegian's elegant face with my right hand in the most
tender of fashions, then offered her a smile. "Without you,
I would have never met Devon. I owe you, Kristanna. What
was that? Jeg elsker De?" I paused and chuckled softly.
"Jeg elsker De. Let's see if Devon has an answer for that."
I realized that Kristanna was exhausted since she flew
nearly an entire day to make it here from her homeland.
Thus, my words as I spoke to her were nothing more than a
whisper. I certainly did not want to disturb her slumber.
However, seeing Kristanna in nothing more than the black
bra and matching G-string as I lifted the bedsheet which
covered her body did tempt me. Just a little bit, though.
Kristanna seemed somewhat surprised earlier when I told
her that I had already chosen Devon as my personal favorite
amongst the ladies. It was surprising to me as well. With
all these women here and ten long weeks to socialize and get
to know them, never did I envision that I would know who my
true favorite was after a mere 48 hours.
But there was an unexplainable spark that existed between
Devon and yours truly. I did not even know what it was
myself. I just knew that the spark was definitely there.
After just five days of knowing her, I knew that Devon was
the woman that I wanted to marry. I did not even feel this
way about Victoria when we first met one another.
Glancing down at Kristanna, I lightly stroked her face
once again and then took a deep, content breath. "I never
thought I would say this, 'hon..." I whispered. "But you
know what? If things turn out the way I hope they do with
Devon, everything I went through with Victoria and what she
did to me... it will have been worth it."
"I would have never met you, Kristanna, as well as Devon
and all of the others, if not for Victoria's cruel betrayal.
Worth it. Yes, worth it. Finding Devon will be worth all
of it." After a short pause on my part, I added, "And the
one person I have to thank is you, Kristanna. Thank you."
I smiled in the aftermath of my words, while placing my
lips upon Kristanna's neck and gently nuzzling her there.
"You're very special to me." I offered her a kiss upon the
face, but she kept sleeping. "See YEW in DA morning, dear."
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