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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 13 of ?? - Completely re-written
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My cock was still hard and raging as I literally drooled
at the mesmerizing sight of Devon in her sinful, sexy outfit.
The French maid's uniform was black, with white ruffles. It
had a halter-style design for its top, which did a terrible
(but mouth-watering) job of concealing Devon's breasts. It
also offered a lot of cleavage as well, and the full, outer
sides of Devon's breasts were totally visible.
Lace ruffles adorned the 25-year-old's throat and
wrists, and a pair of black thigh-high stockings encased
both of her heavenly legs. The skirt, made of pure satin,
ended several inches above those stockings and offered
subtle glimpses of the black, silky G-string which Devon
wore underneath it. Devon also had on black high-heeled
shoes and a frilly, lace hat atop her pretty blonde head.
I speak for myself, of course, but there was nothing
quite like the allure of a beautiful woman in uniform.
This French maid's outfit made the stunning vixen appear
ten times more intoxicating than she already was (which, I
assure you, was no small feat). My cock was about set to
explode just from looking at her.
Also in the suite were Lindsay and Kristanna, both of
whom had lustful expression upon their faces as they also
stared and gawked at Devon in her French Maid's uniform.
The sweet and charming Lindsay was dressed in a very thin
half-shirt and a pair of white thong panties, with her
long-flowing blonde hair pinned up into a bushy pony-tail.
This 19-year-old was simply too much temptation for me.
Kristanna, on the other hand, was a lovely and enticing
young woman in her own right. She was currently lounging
about upon the bed in a loose-fitting blue dress which ended
slightly above her kneecaps. Also a blonde, Kristanna's
most striking feature was her legs. Standing a tall and
majestic 5-foot-11, Kristanna's legs were long and sleek;
so much so, in fact, that they never seemed to end.
Moments ago, I had been engaged in a conversation with
Kristanna here in my personal suite when Devon showed up
unannounced in her French Maid's uniform. She seemed to
ignore the fact that Kristanna was also in the room while
starting things off for me with a sinful dance.
Eventually, the momentum Devon gained from that little
exhibition seemed to dissipate once Lindsay popped in and
said that she was here to test her fellatio skills upon my
shaft. Lindsay just lost her virginity a few days ago, of
course, but still hadn't experienced the feeling of a man's
cock in her mouth. She was here to change that.
There was a moment of tension when it seemed that Devon
did not want Lindsay within even a mile of me on this night.
She offered the beguiling teen-ager a spiteful glare or two,
but soon her expression softened and she literally welcomed
Lindsay into the encounter with open arms.
* * *
"When do I get to suck his cock?" Lindsay asked, trying
(but failing) to hold back a sheepish grin upon her face.
"I want to know what it tastes like..."
The satin fabric of Devon's French Maid uniform made a
gentle crinkling sound as she pressed her body upon mine,
before attaching her lips to my mouth for a scorching kiss.
Lindsay had a confused expression upon her enchanting face
for an instant, obviously wondering why it seemed as though
Devon was ignoring her presence.
That look quickly faded away, however, once Kristanna
reached out and latched onto Lindsay's wrist. The Norwegian
pulled her to the bed with her, then flipped Lindsay beneath
her and ravaged her mouth with a scintillating kiss. I kept
an eye on their coupling as Devon was now in the process of
literally raping my mouth with her own.
Lindsay's tender, doe-like thighs seemed to spread on
instinct once Kristanna placed an open palm between them and
began massaging away. She then moaned and squealed with
obvious delight as Kristanna then slipped that hand inside
her panties and started frigging her pussy with two fingers.
With her other hand, Kristanna squeezed one of Lindsay's
smallish, taut breasts through the tiny half-shirt she wore.
Meanwhile, I had both arms wrapped tightly around Devon's
voluptuous body and was hugging her fiercely as our heated
kiss reached truly epic proportions. The feel of her outfit
as it crinkled upon my bare chest and stomach sent absolute
chills shooting throughout all portions of my body.
"When do I get to suck his cock?" Lindsay insisted, now
seated upon the bed as Kristanna lifted the white half-shirt
up and over her head. Having foregone the use of a bra,
Lindsay was topless. She offered me a lustful glare and
reiterated, "I want to suck his cock."
There was a definite sense of jealousy and disdain upon
Devon's face once she broke our kiss and turned to look at
Lindsay. Obviously, Devon saw Lindsay as a viable threat to
any long-term relationship that she and I may have together.
It was clear that she did not want Lindsay to be here right
now. But on the other hand, Devon did not want to cause a
scene by telling Lindsay her true feelings.
"Can I suck his cock now?" Lindsay asked, shrugging her
shoulders as Kristanna tried to touch her. The move seemed
to subdue Kristanna, and bring a momentary pout to her face.
"It is the only reason why I came here tonight."
My body tingled with passionate desire at the thought of
that little plaything sucking my cock until it exploded in
her curious mouth. At the same time, however, I noticed
that Kristanna now had a bona-fide look of despair upon her
face. Did Lindsay hurt Kristanna's feelings by shrugging her
shoulders (in a negative manner) when she tried to touch her?
After a momentary pause, Devon offered an exasperated sigh
and nodded her head at Lindsay. "Sure, honey. Come on over
here, and suck Jeremy's cock. I know he'll like it..."
Lindsay smiled in the sweetest way while rising from the
bed and making her way over to me. "I think I know what to
do," she said, her eyes trained upon my face. "Pamela gave
me a demonstration earlier on how to suck a cock with a big,
nasty dildo. I know the real thing will be much better."
Devon frowned and looked on as Lindsay dropped to her
knees just in front of me and tentatively took my swollen
erection into her hands. She stroked it softly with her
right hand, her blue eyes glowing with sheer desire, then
pursed her lips together and took its bulging tip into her
mouth. I could see the passion just washing over her face.
Those pretty eyes of hers mesmerized me as she licked and
slurped the head of my cock. Lindsay's soft, plump lips
were stretched thin and tight as she then attempted to take
more of my erection into her mouth. The thing was, though,
mouthing its tip was all the inexperienced vixen could do.
Lindsay's blonde head bobbed back-and-forth in a slow,
languid manner, and soon she was able to take more of my
length into her mouth. She twiddled away at my testicles
with her fingertips while gazing directly up and into my
eyes. I was about to go to absolutely delirious with mad
passion as this overly horny teen-ager offered me - of all
people - her very first blowjob. Even better, Lindsay was
on her knees as she did so. Was this Heaven?
"Am I doing any good?" she asked after withdrawing my
cock from her mouth for a brief moment.
"Oh yes," I moaned in response, as she leisurely licked
and swiped away at my testicles with the tip of her tongue.
My body again tingled with arousal as I added, "Very good."
A happy smile appeared upon Lindsay's face as she then
took my cock back into her hungry, little mouth. Soon, a
determined look came to her eyes, and she seemed intent on
swallowing even more of my erection into her mouth.
I let out a wild moan and sighed sharply as I then felt
its tip nudge itself against her throat. Lindsay gagged for
a moment or two, but then adjusted to the sensations and
began twirling her tongue about upon my shaft within her
mouth. All the while, she continued looking up at me with
those enchanting blue eyes of hers.
The feelings within my body seemed to hit a fever pitch
as this natural-born suckstress practiced her craft on me.
An instant later, I roared out like a raving lunatic while
withdrawing my cock from the warm, wet clutches of Lindsay's
mouth. I then grasped my shaft and instinctively aimed it
at Lindsay's face, then the massive eruption took place.
The first blast of semen landed squarely on Lindsay's
cheek. She seemed surprised for a moment, but then opened
her mouth and extended her tongue while still glaring up at
me with those innocent eyes of hers. A thick, heavy glob of
sperm shot out and splattered across her nose and upper lip.
She licked her upper lip with her tongue, and then the third
and final spurt went directly into her awaiting mouth.
Lindsay moaned with pure delight as she then took my cock
back into her mouth and began sucking it again. I quickly
got the feeling that Lindsay could work my cock over from
now until the end of time, and never become bored or one bit
complacent with it. She was a ravenous cock-sucker. I also
knew that over time, her skills would improve even more.
"Where's Kristanna?" I asked, looking around the suite for
the first time in a few minutes, but finding her nowhere.
Devon, who stood off to the side with her arms folded,
shook her head and replied, "Kristanna left."
I frowned in response to those words. The only reason for
Kristanna to possibly leave was that Lindsay must have hurt
her feelings when she tried to place her hands upon her just
moments ago. Lindsay shrugged her away - as if she was not
interested in Kristanna. In return, a look of despair and
sadness seemed to form upon the 22-year-old's comely face.
I did not want Kristanna to be hurt...
I also had a definite problem brewing with Devon, who was
staring an absolute hole through Lindsay as she continued
worshipping my cock on her knees. Devon had went to a lot
of trouble to dress up as a French Maid for me. The look
upon her face told me that she was not pleased that Lindsay
had come waltzing in here and stole away all the momentum
she had gained with me during her sexy dance from earlier.
It seemed as though Devon felt that Lindsay was getting more
of my attention - and it made her feel very jealous.
* * *
I do not know how I did this, but somehow, I did...
I leaned over and reached down with my right hand, placing
it upon Lindsay's face in a tender manner. She looked up at
me, her mouth still stuffed full with my cock, and offered a
charming smile. "Sweetheart," I moaned, "is it too much to
ask that you let me have some time alone with Devon? I... I
promised her that we could spend the evening together."
Lindsay pouted as she whipped my shaft out from within her
mouth. "But I want to suck your cock some more..."
"I know you do," I told her quietly. "But I promised this
night to Devon." Unfortunately, that was a white lie. I had
no prior idea that Devon was going to show up at my door in
that sexy uniform she had on. Considering the circumstances,
however, it was a lie which had to be told. "You... you can
suck my cock some more tomorrow morning, after breakfast.
How does that sound?" I gulped my throat as I added, "Maybe
we can even have sex again too... if you'd like to."
"I'd love it!" Lindsay chirped, her spirits suddenly high.
She took my shaft back into her mouth and slurped away upon
it for several seconds, then withdrew it and offered a sweet
smile. "We'll meet right after breakfast, then," she told
me, while rising to her feet. "Tomorrow, I want you to pump
that white, creamy stuff from your cock right down my throat!
It tasted absolutely wonderful!"
My eyes wide, Lindsay giggled at her own naughty words as
she turned around and gathered her bra from the bed. She
flung it over her shoulder and turned toward Devon, saying,
"Try not to suck him dry tonight... save some for me!"
Lindsay giggled again as she bristled past Devon, who now
stared at her with a mixture of disdain and confusion upon
her face. When Lindsay exited my personal suite, she closed
the door behind her and I focused my attention upon Devon.
"Why did you make her leave?" the beautiful blonde asked,
her voice and expression now emotionless as she looked at me.
"You... you seemed to be having a good time with her."
I guess the realization hit me during my discussion with
Kristanna before either Devon or Lindsay had popped into my
suite. Kristanna stressed to me over and over again about
how she felt as if Devon was a much better choice for me
over Lindsay. Nothing against Lindsay, of course, but her
youth and inexperience seemed to be major stumbling blocks
for what I ultimately wanted to find during these ten weeks -
not only a bride, but a soul-mate, too.
"I yust dink Lindsay is too young and inexperienced,"
Kristanna told me. "Look at her, Jeremy. She yust lost her
virginity a few days ago. I seriously doubt dat Lindsay is
at da point in her life vhere she vants to settle down. She
needs to go out and explore vat da world has to offer her.
I can tell dat Devon does vant to settle down ... Lindsay is
like new toy, but I dink dat Devon is da better choice for
yew. Dat me opinion ... Vat do yew vant more? Do yew vant
a life-long happiness, or a relationship based on lust?"
Yes, the realization did hit me as Kristanna spoke those
words. Only did I admit it to myself once I saw that
depressed, defeated look upon Devon's face as she helplessly
looked on and watched Lindsay orally service my shaft. I
had finally come to a conclusion over who I liked the most.
* * *
"Why did you make her leave?" Devon asked again.
I took a deep breath and moved a step closer toward Devon.
"Because I didn't want to hurt her feelings."
"Hurt her feelings?" she retorted. "How?"
I then closed the distance between Devon and myself, and
grasped both of her hands with my own. "I couldn't tell her
that I rather spend the night with you, Devon. I know that
would hurt her feelings because she is so young."
Devon's eyes were wide and she had an expression full of
shock upon her face. "Me? You rather be with ME?"
I took Devon into my arms and offered her a warm, loving
embrace. "You're the one for me, Devon. You're my girl.
You're my favorite. I... I couldn't stand it to see you
there with that jealous look on your face." I kissed the
crown of her head and continued, "There is absolutely nothing
for you to be jealous of, sweetheart. I admit that Lindsay
had me going for awhile, but you - YOU, Devon - you're the
one I really want to be with. Nothing has changed."
"I thought I lost you..." she quaked, now burying the
side of her face upon my chest.
"No," I gently told her, my voice soothing. "Never. You
could never lose me, because I'll always find you. I'll
always come back to you - no matter what."
"But Lindsay..."
"Lindsay is like a toy," I cut her off. Those words were
a bit harsh, but I felt they were necessary. "Lindsay is
like a toy. She is fun to play with, yes, but that will wear
off after while. You're not a toy, Devon. You're the total
woman. You are everything that I have ever searched for in
my life. You are, very simply, definite wife material. I
want to be with you, Devon. You're the woman for me."
Her face still upon my chest as I hugged her, Devon
sniffed her nose and countered, "It's so hard for me to
believe that sometimes, Jeremy. All of these women here
just seem to THROW themselves at you. Every time I see you,
you are either having sex with one of the others, or are
close to it. I know that you said this is your fantasy and
all... and you have claimed before I am your favorite. But
sometimes, it feels like I am losing you."
I do not know where the following words came from. Maybe
they were from the heart. Whatever the case, though, these
words were definitely meaningful and honest.
"Would you prefer it if I sent all of the others home?" I
asked her. "Lindsay, Pamela, Amy, Stephanie, Kristanna and
Trish... all of them can go home - if that is what you want.
I can pay them their money in full, and I will devote every
single fiber of my being to YOU. You, Devon. No one but
you. We could stay here on the island if you wanted, or
move anyplace in the world. California, Europe, the Bahamas
or the Caribbean... you name it, I'll take you there. I'll
even live in Pennsylvania with you if it makes you happy.
All I want anymore, dear, is to make you happy. Tell me...
tell me to send everyone else home. I'll do it. I'll devote
everything about myself to keeping you happy."
"I can't do that," Devon countered, her voice shaken with
emotion as she looked at me with a stunned expression. "I
could never ask you to send the other girls home. I... I'm
not that selfish. Never mind the fact that all of them want
a piece of you. It's... we have eight or nine weeks left on
the island. It's a tropical, dream paradise. I... I could
never cut everyone's fantasy vacation short because of my
own greed. They... they would hate me for it."
"We wouldn't have to give them a reason," I told her. "I
don't want you to worry about the others, Devon. I want you
to worry about yourself. If sending the others home would
make you happy, I will do it. You are what matters to me.
I won't mutter a word to any of them that they are going
home because of you. Thus, they won't hate you for it. If
anything, let them hate me. I don't want that... but as I
said, you are what matters most to me."
"No," she said, still shaken with emotion, after a short
pause. "I could never do that. I could never live with
myself, knowing everyone's vacation was cut short because
of me. I... I would hate it one day if I woke up here,
knowing I had two months left on the island, and you said it
was time for me to go back home to Pennsylvania. I... I
expect those two months. I want those two months. The
absolute last thing I want is for this to end. Even more,
for it to end EARLY. I... it wouldn't be fair to them."
"Are you sure?" I asked, my head tilted to the side.
"Yes," she responded. "Very sure. I... I know this is
your fantasy, Jeremy. In many ways, it is mine, too. I...
I told you last week about how wonderful it is for me to be
around so many bi-sexual women. This is like Heaven for me.
Not only do I have all these women, but I also have you."
I smiled at her words, then leaned down and kissed her on
the cheek. "No matter what - from this point on, you are my
favorite. I never want you to doubt that, Devon. You are
everything I have ever wanted in a woman. You are smart,
beautiful, funny... you have a heart of pure gold, you're
very sweet and friendly. Best of all, you are fiercely
loyal and totally honest." I paused for a moment, then
reached out with my hand and grazed it across the satin
skirt of her French Maid costume. "You're playful, too." I
then took Devon by the hand over to the large, comfortable
bed, where both of us sat down and smiled at each other.
"I... maybe I need to be reminded of your feelings for
me," the 25-year-old offered. "Maybe I need to be reminded
of them on a daily basis. You know - that I'm your girl.
It will take away whatever jealous feelings I have."
"I'll tell you every hour, on the hour - if you want me
to," were my words. "But again, there is no need for you to
be jealous. Lindsay is great and all, but I now realize
that she is not the right woman for me. Pamela could be,
perhaps, but to tell you the truth, Devon, I find you much
more attractive than Pamela. And that takes nothing away
from her. Stephanie and Trish are real sweethearts, yes,
but neither seem to be all that interested in me. Stephanie
has a hard time trusting my intentions, while Trish is too
focused on Lindsay. Kristanna? She's a friend to me."
"What about Amy?" Devon wondered. "I know she likes you,
too. I overheard her talking with Pamela one day about you.
Amy said that she wanted to be with you."
I smiled at those words and said, "Amy is a wonderful
woman, indeed, but I don't think she is quite my type. She
is far too aggressive and forward for me. That is fun, yes,
but I'm not sure I would want that for the rest of my life."
I paused and added, "You, dear Devon... you have a blend of
good qualities of all the girls. That's what I like."
"How so?" she wondered.
"Let's see... you have that wholesome, genuine appeal
that Lindsay has. It drives me crazy. You have the calm,
peaceful attitude of Pamela. You have Trish's heart and
loving nature. You are reserved like Stephanie, yet when
the situation calls for it, you can get naughty like Amy.
Your uniform is an example of that. I feel comfortable
when I am around you, just like Kristanna. I get the sense
that I could tell you anything. You're all of the women
rolled up into one person, Devon. Then you take it a step
further, with your honesty and loyalty."
She smiled at me and said, "Just remind me of all that.
I always want to know that I am your favorite girl, no
matter how many times the others wind up seducing you."
Devon hesitated for a moment, then added, "Don't worry about
having to live in Pennsylvania with me, though. I never
want to go back there. Never again."
I placed my hand upon Devon's shoulder and looked at her
with curious eyes. Last week, she had referred to the fact
that there was friction between her and her parents, but did
not elaborate about it when I asked her to. I wanted to
know what the problem was. Perhaps I could help her with it?
"What's the problem between you and your parents? That
is... if it's not too personal for you to share?"
Devon closed her eyes and sighed, then took a deep breath
and slipped the white ruffle that was around her neck off.
The rest of her French Maid's uniform remained in place,
however, and she shook her head while telling me, "I don't
want to tell you this, Jeremy. But I feel if you and I are
to have something in the future, you must know this about
me. It's just... I have told this to others before, and
they wanted nothing to do with me from that point on."
"Then don't tell me," were my words. "I don't want you
to do or say something that makes you feel uncomfortable."
"No... I have to," she reiterated. "You have to know
this about me. You'd find out sooner or later, anyway."
"What is it?" I asked, now a little concerned. I grasped
her left hand with my right and squeezed it lovingly. "Tell
me. What's the problem? Maybe I can help."
"The problem is my parents hate me," Devon answered. "I
had to get away from Pennsylvania, and them."
"What possible reason would they have to hate you?"
Devon frowned before gulping her throat. "It was because
of something that happened a long, long time ago. I was 17,
and still in high school. They've never forgiven me for it.
My family and I were butchered by the local media." She
closed her eyes and shook her head in a vigorous manner,
then looked at me with a new resolve. "I'm sorry, Jeremy,
but I can't tell you. Not yet. It's... it's too horrible."
"What?" I countered. "No. Please tell me. You said I
would have to find out eventually, anyway. Tell me."
"I can't," Devon countered, tears now streaking down her
face. "It... it hurts too much. You may wind up hating me
because of it. I can't take that chance. Not yet."
"Devon, I would never hate you because of anything," I
stressed. "If you did something wrong, even terribly wrong,
but were willing to share it with me... I would feel even
closer to you. Maybe I can help."
"It hurts too much," she quaked, before rising to her
feet and rushing toward the exit of my personal suite.
"Devon!" I called out, but it was no use. She dashed
through the doorway and then disappeared down the corridor
in a heartbeat. I felt like going after her to find out
what the problem was, but Kristanna suddenly appeared in
the doorway and looked at me through her own sadness.
"Vat happened to her?" she asked, glancing down the
long corridor. "Yew didn't hurt her, Jeremy? No..."
"I don't know," was my response. "She was going to tell
me about something from her past, then froze up and said it
was too awful to share. And she ran off." I gathered my
shorts from the floor and slipped them on, then said, "What
is up with you, Kristanna? Why did you leave us earlier?"
"Lindsay hurt me feelings," she replied with her broken
English. "I tried to touch her but she shove me avay."
"It wasn't intentional," I sighed in response. "I think
she was so focused upon giving me that blowjob... it's all
that mattered to her. Lindsay isn't a mean person. She
would never hurt anyone's feelings on purpose."
"I vas sitting outside da door after I left da suite,"
Kristanna said. "Lindsay walk by, doesn't even notice me."
"I'll have a talk with her about you, then," I said. "I
don't want you or any of the others to have your feelings
hurt. Still, I think nothing Lindsay did was intentional or
malicious toward you. I think that she will apologize." I
smiled and added, "I made my decision. Devon is the one for
me. I told her that, too. Lindsay is a nice girl, but I
told Devon that I think that she is the total package. I
told Devon that I want to be with her from this point on."
"Dat is nice," Kristanna replied, though the smile she
offered seemed to be a bit hollow. "Vatever makes yew
happy, Jeremy, makes me happy. Yew know dat, ya?"
I walked over to Kristanna and placed my arms around her
in a tender, friendly embrace. "Yes, I know that. You're
a wonderful person, Kristanna." I offered her a kiss on the
forehead and reiterated, "Lindsay did not mean to hurt your
feelings. Here. How about we go to the kitchen and I whip
you up some ice cream, or something to drink?"
"I could go for some krumkake now," Kristanna offered.
"Krumkake?" I laughed. "What kind of crazy Norwegian
dish is that?"
"Cookies," she informed me. "Very good cookies!"
"I think I'll leave their fixing up to you," I grinned.
* * *
"There isn't a day that goes by when my mind does not
flash back to that horrific night some eight years ago,"
Devon said to me, taking a deep breath, as she and I sat
together upon the deck that flanked my personal suite. The
25-year-old shook her and wiped away a flow of tears as I
reached out and gently cupped her face. It had taken a long
time, but I finally persuaded Devon to open up to me.
She straightened her posture in the lounge chair and went
on, "I guess it was like any other day - any normal day. At
least, it seemed that way. It was a Saturday. I went
swimming, I rode my horse. But it wasn't normal, because
that night I was going to try Ecstasy with three friends."
"Ecstasy?" I asked after a short pause, that term sinking
into my brain. "You... you tried Ecstasy? The drug?"
Devon pouted and nodded her head. "My friends and I had
heard about it at school from others. They told us how they
ROLLED at raves and even at friends' parties. They said it
was loads of fun and, to us, it seemed safe." Devon paused
and added, "I was only 17, Jeremy. I was too young to know
what I was getting into. I wanted to follow my friends."
"Peer pressure," I nodded. "Go on..."
"So that night, Sandra, Veronica, Allison and I were all
set. It was Allison's birthday. There was a party at her
mom's house and a ton of people were invited."
"I arrived at Allison's at about 6:30, with Sandra and
Veronica in tow. We were the first ones to show up. We
all spoke about how nervous and excited we were to actually
try Ecstasy. It was the first time for all of us and let me
tell you, it was frightening. We decided to take the pills
at 9:30 after meeting in Allison's room at that time. We
bought them at school the day before."
Devon hesitated before continuing, "People began to arrive
at the party. Some brought birthday presents while others
brought alcohol. By the time 9:30 rolled around, I noticed
that it seemed half the school was there, and many of them
were drunk. I went upstairs with Veronica and both of us
found Allison and Sandra in Allison's room. Allison was
unsure about taking her pill. I told her that it was her
decision if she wanted to take it or not. In the end, she
decided to take half of the pill."
"All four of us went into the restroom and closed the
door behind us. We each said a prayer and swallowed the
pills and made our way back into the party."
"About 45 minutes later, I started to feel strange. My
vision was blurred and the music seemed to blast my ears.
My heart was pumping harder than ever before. I started to
feel thirsty and my teeth were grinding uncontrollably. I
was up dancing to the music, and I was having a good time.
But this didn't last long."
"At about 11:30, I noticed that people were acting really
weird. Veronica and I were downstairs hanging out with some
other people, but we couldn't find Allison or Sandra. I saw
that there were people running downstairs to fill up bottles
with water and then running back upstairs, where they went
into the restroom and locked themselves in."
"I dismissed the bad feeling I had but after midnight, I
went back upstairs with Veronica and we finally started to
understand what was going on. Allison, Sandra and two other
girls, Kate and Tara, were all in the restroom. I glanced
inside and I saw Allison. She was just sitting on the floor
looking around at the faces of all her friends. It seemed
like she did not know who any of us were, though. Allison
looked pale and then her eyes rolled back into her head, and
she threw up. Apparently, she had been getting sick for a
good hour or so, but nobody knew what to do. People kept
giving her water, but she would just throw it up. By the
time I figured what was going on, everyone was panicking."
"People were yelling, saying to give her water, while
others said not to give her water. Some said to call 911,
but others said she would be fine. None of them wanted to
get caught because they were all drunk. Then a whole bunch
of people left the party. Kate, one of Allison's closest
friends, told me that she had to leave. She was crying so
hard and I realized that this was very bad."
"Allison's brother, Dave, told Sandra, Veronica and me,
and about five other people, to hide in the basement because
he was going to call an ambulance. So all of us went down
to the basement and sat. We could hear cops and paramedics
upstairs. I started to get really scared. Sandra was very
upset. I tried to comfort her, but nothing seemed to work.
That was when she told me that Allison had taken the other
half of the pill."
"45 minutes later, Sandra, Veronica and I went upstairs.
The cops were gone and so was Allison. Tara and a couple of
other people were sitting in the kitchen. They all looked
very upset. Tara wanted to go home, as did the others.
Soon, the only people left in the house, besides me and my
two friends, were the ones who were still in the basement -
drunk. I suggested that we try and get some sleep. Hours
later, at four o'clock in the morning, the phone rang. It
was Janet, who was Allison's mom. I asked her if everything
was okay. She said Allison was in a coma, on life support."
A tear streaked down Devon's face as she continued, "I
fell to the floor and cried. I told her to call if anything
happened, and she promised she would. I hung up the phone
and realized that Sandra and Veronica were looking at me. I
told them what Janet had told me. Sandra couldn't take it,
and started crying. I told her that everything would be
okay. Allison was going to wake up and our lives would be
normal again. But I knew that wasn't true."
"We fell asleep but two hours later, the phone rang again.
It was Allison's step-father. He said that some cops were
coming to the house to see if we all of us were okay. He
said to let them in and tell them everything."
"Minutes later, the cops arrived. We opened the door and
they all rushed in. There were also paramedics. One cop was
right in our faces, yelling and screaming at us - saying
things like, I hope you had fun, your friend is in a coma.
Was it worth it? I was so scared. They made me, Sandra and
Veronica all sit down on the stairs and they took down all
of our information. They found the drunk kids down in the
basement and got their information, too."
"Then they told us that we were going to be taken to the
hospital to make sure that we didn't have the same reaction
to Ecstasy that Allison did. That was when I flipped out.
I told them that I was not going to any hospital without my
mom or dad. The cops told me that it was too late for that
and that I was in their hands now. They took me, Veronica
and a drunk girl to one hospital, and everyone else to
another. They were going to the one where Allison was."
"At the hospital, the nurses and doctors didn't know what
to do. One of the doctors told me that they had never had
anyone come in as a result of Ecstasy and she had absolutely
no idea how to treat me. I was so scared."
"A police officer came in next and told me that my mom
had been called and when she got there, he - the cop - was
going to ask me some questions. My mom arrived and I could
tell by the look on her face that she was not happy. She
did not know what had happened, so I told her. Then the cop
began asking questions. He wanted to know where I got the
pill. They brought in a yearbook and made me point out all
the people who I got the pill from. I told him everything
because he said that it would help Allison."
"Later that day, my mom and I went to the hospital where
Allison was. We got there and all of my friends were there,
with their parents with them. The first people I saw were
these two guys. They were crying and I knew that it must be
bad. I cried the whole time I was there, but almost lost it
completely when I was allowed to go inside and see Allison."
"I went in with Veronica to see Allison, who was lying in
this bed with tubes going down her throat. She was hooked
up to all sorts of machines. We went in and talked to her
and told her that she would be okay. It was so scary. Her
forehead and throat were all swollen. She looked like she
was sleeping. I still see that image of her lying there.
It's so vivid... almost as if it happened yesterday."
"The next four days were awful. I had to go back to
school on Monday and endure hundreds of questions about what
happened. I got to read about Allison in the newspaper and
see her on television. I got calls from the all the media
asking questions. The police called and told me that we
were all going to be arrested. So we called a lawyer. All
this time, Allison was still in the coma."
"On the Friday following the party, I went with my parents
to the Justice Center to turn myself in. There was a warrant
out for my arrest. Again, I was only 17 and I was SO scared.
Sandra, Veronica, the two girls who we bought the pills from,
another guy and myself were all arrested on drug-related
charges. The shock was that they were all felonies. At the
Justice Center, one of the cops who questioned me at the
hospital took me into a room, separate from my parents, and
arrested me. He just entered information into the computer.
Then he asked me if I knew how Allison was doing. I told
him that I hadn't heard anything in awhile. He brought me
back into the room with my parents, who were dealing with
the bail bonds guy because I had a $2,500 bond. The cop
looked at me and said the words I had feared all week long."
"Allison passed away at 1:13pm today."
"I fell on the ground and started to cry. I just started
shaking so badly. The cop told me that Allison's parents
had taken her off of life support. I was so upset that I
did not even care that I had been arrested. I went home and
just couldn't stand it. I sat in front of the television
and waited for the news to come on. For some reason, I had
a strong obsession with the media coverage of the case. I
cut out every article from the newspaper about it and I
still have them all." Devon frowned and added, "I even
brought them to the island with me, so they'd be safe."
"When the news came on, I knew that it was a mistake to
watch it. They had copies of the warrant and they said that
we were all spending the weekend in jail, which obviously
was a lie. They made us out to be terrible criminals who
had killed our friend, but I believed it. I believed that
everything which happened was my fault. I didn't sleep a
wink that night. All I remember was thinking that Allison
was gone. I didn't understand why I hadn't died, too. I
took Ecstasy just like she did. She was dead, but I was
still alive. It did not make any sense to me."
"But then I realized that I was lucky. I was lucky to be
alive and to have Sandra and Veronica. I wanted to pick up
the phone and call them, but I was not allowed to because we
were co-defendants. If I did talk to them, I'd go to jail.
My parents were SO UPSET with me. I... I felt so alone."
"All of this because of a stupid pill. It got me and my
friends arrested. We were in-and-out of court for three
months. In the end, we pleaded guilty to one charge. We
were sentenced to one year of probation and 100 hours of
community service. Eventually, we were able to talk to each
other again. Later, we learned that we were nearly charged
with manslaughter. We were expelled from school and had to
go to private school. My parents grounded me and did not let
me do much of anything until I was 21 - four years later."
"But the worst part is that I lost a friend. Attending a
17-year-old girl's funeral is just unreal. There were about
500 people there. All of my friends were there, and even
people from the community who did not know Allison were
there too. This had affected them all so much and it was
really touching. But even after eight years, I still can't
believe that it happened. I think about Allison everyday."
* * *
After hearing that long dialogue, I had no response for
Devon. None whatsoever. I could not believe what she had
just told me. Devon, who seemed so mature and level-headed,
was once arrested for the possession and use of an illegal
drug? Devon? MY Devon? She lost a friend due to it, too?
"I was only 17, Jeremy," Devon told me once more. "I was
so young that I had no idea what I was getting myself into
that night. It... I... still can't believe it. I've never
touched any sort of drugs since then, nor will I ever again.
It was a one-time thing." Tears streaked down her face as
she added, "I don't touch alcohol anymore, either. I'm
about as squeaky-clean nowadays as anyone can possibly be.
I... I just want you to know that, and understand it."
I quickly realized that I had to corral any thoughts that
were negative about this situation, and get rid of them.
Obviously, Devon was not some sort of addict. It seemed as
if she had made a stupid mistake at a very early age - and
paid the consequences for it. Fortunately, she made that
mistake just once. Unfortunately, though, Allison was no
longer alive because of what happened that horrific night.
Devon was still in a lot of pain because of this.
"You don't hate me... do you, Jeremy?" Devon whined, as
she was crumpled over upon the lounge chair on the deck
adjacent to my personal suite. It was after midnight, and
the two of us were wearing sweat pants and light jackets
because there was a cool breeze blowing. "Please tell me
that you don't hate me for this!"
"Of course I don't hate you," I finally replied. "What
did I say to you earlier? I could never hate you because of
anything." I smiled at her and offered, "You're still my
princess, no matter what happened to you eight years ago."
Devon seemed to breathe a definite sigh of relief as I added,
"But your parents still hold this against you?"
"Oh yes," she responded, wiping away some excess tears
with several tissues. "The media absolutely destroyed our
family. They went to where my parents worked and hounded
them everyday for sound-bites. They spoke to co-workers
about them and me. My mom and dad... they never forgave me
for that. Maybe they shouldn't have, but at least they
could have been a little nicer and more receptive toward me
through the years since it passed."
"Eight years later, they still give me the cold shoulder.
I feel like an outcast in my own home. The real reason I
came here in the first place, Jeremy, was the money - the
guarantee of $50,000, and the shot at half-a-million. I had
plans of taking whatever amount of money I got from staying
here this summer and finally getting away from my parents.
I wanted to get away from Pennsylvania, too. I had ideas of
moving to someplace like California or Florida."
She paused and added, "Now, I don't even think about those
places. I would be perfectly content staying right here with
you, Jeremy - on this island. I absolutely love it here."
"The island is nice, but I would like to get away from it
for awhile," were my words. "I have been here for a very
long time, Devon. Six years, in fact. I've lost a lot of
time in my life because I felt scared to re-enter society."
"Why is that?" she wondered.
"We all have our dark secrets," I told her. "You have
yours, and I have mine." I went onto convey the story to
Devon about my ex-fiancee, Victoria, and how she left me
standing at the altar on our wedding night for another
woman. I told Devon that the looks and stares I received
from the hundreds of guests in the cathedral after Victoria
skipped out was the most humiliating moment of my life.
I then explained to Devon about how that experience
nearly destroyed me. After I came into my personal fortune,
I bought this island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and
basically isolated myself from the rest of humanity. Here,
I told Devon, no one could hurt me because I was alone. It
was all Victoria's fault, I was quick to point out.
"That's so awful..." Devon murmured after I told her the
long, drawn-out story. "I would never do that. I would
never make it to the altar and then skip out on my fiance
because I loved someone more than him. That's so cruel."
"The island may be beautiful to you and the other girls,"
I told her. "It is beautiful to me, too. But it also a
place that I have grown weary of, because I have spent so
much time in isolation here. The only person who came to
visit me on a consistent basis was Kristanna. But I was
alone here a lot more often than not."
"So you want to get back into society and start living
like a normal person again?" Devon confirmed. "Certainly, I
can understand that. But I love the idea of being on an
island so much. It's so beautiful here."
"Many islands have people, too," I murmured. "Hawaii,
for example. My favorite island there is Lanai. Other
islands with people which I would not mind living on are
Paradise Island in the Bahamas, Anguilla in the Caribbean
and Bora Bora here in the South Pacific."
"I've heard about Paradise Island," Devon nodded. "I
think that there is some sort of monster-sized hotel resort
there. I think it's called Atlantis."
"Yes, Atlantis," I answered. "The most expensive suite
at Atlantis runs $25,000 per night." I paused and added,
"It's called the Bridge Suite. Worth every penny, too."
Devon's eyes were wide as she asked, "You've stayed in
it? A suite that costs $25,000 per night?"
"I can afford it," I told her. "I've stayed there on
two separate occasions. I was there on business when I
still had my company, before I sold it and bought this
island. Atlantis is like a big theme park and Las Vegas
rolled into one, if you can believe it. I love it there."
Devon pouted before saying, "I just want to be sure that
you are okay with what happened to me back in high school,
Jeremy. I've told that story to others and they wanted to
have nothing to do with me from that point on. It was a
long time ago. I was only 17. I was young, and stupid. I
will never make a mistake like that again. I... Allison was
my best friend. We grew up together. I miss her so much."
"Sweetheart, you don't need to worry about me," I assured
her. "I realize that you made a horrible mistake and paid
the consequences for it. I don't hold that against you. I
knew lots of kids when I was in high school who did drugs
but never got caught. Sometimes, I wonder what happened to
them. I am sorry about your friend and the way your parents
feel. But I am glad, Devon, that you did get caught. Not
the way you did, of course, but still glad, nonetheless. It
stopped you from continuing down the path of drugs."
"Just promise you won't tell anyone else on the island
about this," Devon pleaded. "I want to do my best to put
that behind me, and forget it. I don't want the others to
talk about me and say things behind my back."
"Your secret is safe with me," I told her. "I won't tell
any of the others about it."
It was such an emotional struggle for Devon to share that
dark secret from her past with me that her face was coated
with a thick sheet of tears. I reached out and placed my
hand upon her chin, then offered her a warm, soothing smile.
"I know it's late, dear, but I have an idea."
"What's that?"
My smile broadened as I said, "How about you and I go
back into my suite? I'll draw you a nice, warm bubble-bath
and give you a full-body scrub-down and massage." My body
tingled with arousal as I added, "Wash your hair, too."
Devon took a deep breath and nodded her head. "Sounds
wonderful. Maybe I could give you a massage too, Jeremy."
"That sounds even better."
"Can tomorrow be a day that you and I spend together?"
Devon asked, as I rose to my feet and opened the glass door
that led back into my suite from the deck. "I would love to
be able to spend the whole day with you, Jeremy. Maybe we
could go on a hike and you could show me some secret,
beautiful place on the island."
"I would love to, dear," I responded. "But remember, I
already have plans with Lindsay for tomorrow after breakfast.
You are my favorite, Devon, but as long as the other girls
are here... I cannot completely ignore them."
"What about after you finish your business with Lindsay?"
she wondered, while standing up and accepting my hand.
I guided her into the suite and said, "You and I have a
date, sweetheart. After my time with Lindsay tomorrow, I
will be yours for the rest of the day."
Devon stopped dead in her tracks, which caused me to do
the same since I was holding onto her hand. I looked back
at her and she immediately tossed her arms around my body
and offered me a fierce hug. "Thank you, Jeremy. Thank you
for listening to my problems, and still accepting me. Not
looking down on me for something that happened long ago..."
"It's the least I could do," were my words, as I returned
her embrace with one of my own. "I love you, Devon."
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